#Probably helped that I tagged all the stuff

[deezee112]

The ending 2 : The Broken Jester

Masterlist | Ending 1 | Ending 3

Yandere!Platonic!Ace Trappola x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : I just wanted to say that the ending where no one dies isn't all that exciting, but from the looks of it, I might end up doing it soon anyway.

Warning : Emotional Manipulation , Obsessive Behavior , Panic Attack and Overreaction , Implied Childhood Neglect

Tags :

@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

" My name is Ace. " he said, flashing a grin that seemed to light up the room.

You stared at him, still clutching the edge of your blanket, unsure whether to smile back or keep hiding.

He didn’t seem to mind your hesitation. In fact, he leaned a little closer, winking like he had just shared a secret.

“ You know, like an ace in a deck of cards? The best one. Or…the worst one, depending on how you use it. ” His laughter was light, carefree, and you felt a small, nervous smile tug at your lips.

“ Ace… ” you whispered, testing the name on your tongue.

“ Yep! So, little buddy, wanna know something fun? ” he asked, dropping to a crouch beside your bed. His expression was bright, mischievous. “ If you ever get bored, just say the word, and I’ll teach you the coolest card tricks. The ones that make all the losers go ‘Whoa, how did you do that?!’ ”

He seemed so different nothing like the other adults you knew. Loud, but not in a scary way. Pushy, but somehow…fun.

And so your life with Ace began. It was never boring. He was always there, always grinning, always full of ideas.

“ C’mon, y/n! Let’s have ice cream for breakfast! ”

“ Can’t do your math homework? Just skip it! Or better yet, let’s cheat— ”

“ Oh, you’re still stuck? Don’t worry, little genius, Ace will save you! ”

He taught you card tricks, jokes that made you giggle, silly pranks you tried ( and failed ) on your parents. He turned your quiet, lonely world into a whirlwind of noise and laughter.

But the laughter wasn’t always gentle.

“ Wow, y/n, you messed up again? You’re like a magnet for trouble, huh? ”

“ You really think you’ll be good at that? Oh, please! ”

“ Don’t be so boring, crybaby. Can’t take a joke? ”

Sometimes his words were too sharp, like the edge of a playing card slicing your fingers. You laughed at first, tried to play along. You told yourself it was just his way of being funny.

But over time, the laughs hurt a little more.

You tried telling him once. “ Ace, that’s mean… ”

“ Mean? C’mon, don’t be a baby, y/n. It’s just a joke! ” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

But it didn’t feel like a joke.

Your parents didn’t help. When you told them, they brushed it off, smiling. “ It’s good you have someone who keeps you company. ” they said. “ You’re lucky. ”

Lucky?

Was this what being lucky felt like?

The only thing Ace ever took seriously was knives.

You didn’t understand it at first. Every time you reached for one, he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“ Whoa, whoa! What do you think you’re doing? ” He’d grab the knife from your hand, his grin fading for a second.

“ I was just trying to cut the apples— ”

“ Nope! No knives for you, little troublemaker. ” he’d say, trying to laugh it off. But his eyes stayed sharp, his hand gripping the knife a little too tight.

At first, you thought he was just playing, like everything else he did. But over time, you noticed how his smile wavered, how his fingers shook ever so slightly when he put the knife away.

“ You’re too clumsy for this stuff, y/n. Don’t even try. ” he’d insist, but his voice would be softer, almost pleading.

So you stopped trying. You let him handle the cooking, the cutting, the dangerous things.

But then, one day, it happened.

You were in the kitchen, trying to help prepare lunch. Ace wasn’t around probably off playing one of his silly games again. You grabbed a small paring knife, careful, just like you’d seen him do.

But it slipped.

The sharp edge caught your palm, a thin, stinging line of red blooming on your skin.

You hissed in pain, but it wasn’t terrible. You grabbed a tissue, pressing it against the wound. It was just a scratch. Nothing big. Nothing to panic over.

But then you heard the door open.

“ y/n, I got this super cool— ” Ace’s voice cut off.

He saw the knife on the floor, the red stain on the tissue in your hand.

For a moment, he didn’t breathe.

Then he was in front of you, gripping your shoulders, his face pale. “ What—what happened? Are you hurt? Did you—? Did it—? ”

“ It’s nothing.. ” you tried to say, but your voice was too soft. “ It’s just a scratch— ”

“ Scratch? ” His voice was loud, too loud. “ No, no, no! This is why I told you—this is why you never— ” His hands were shaking now, his eyes wide, frantic.

“ I’m fine, Ace! ” you insisted, but he wasn’t listening.

“ No!! you’re not—let me see, let me— ” He pulled the tissue away, staring at the thin line of blood like it was a fatal wound. His breathing grew faster, and his grip on your arm tightened.

“ It’s not bad— ” you tried to pull away, but his fingers only dug in harder.

“ Ace, you’re hurting me— ”

“ I’m not—! I just— ” His voice was breaking, panic and something else twisting his words. “ Why? Why didn’t you listen? Why didn’t you wait for me? ”

“ I’m not a baby! ” you cried, fear lacing your voice now. “ I can do things myself! ”

“ No, you can’t! ” he yelled, and suddenly, his voice broke completely. “ You can’t—because what if—what if I lose you—what if you— ”

Then the world spun.

You backed up, your heel catching the edge of the chair leg. You stumbled, fell backward, and the chair crashed down with you. Pain flared in your side, but you barely noticed.

Because Ace screamed.

“ No—No! y/n! ” He was kneeling beside you, his hands hovering over you like he didn’t know where to touch. “ Did it hurt? Is it broken? Your head—your— ”

“ Ace, stop! ” you shouted, trying to sit up. “ I’m fine! I’m fine! ”

But he wasn’t fine.

Tears were streaming down his face, his expression twisted in horror. “ I didn’t mean to—I never meant to—I can’t— ”

You tried to reach for him, but he grabbed your hand, clinging to it like a lifeline.

“ I’m sorry—I’m sorry—don’t leave—please don’t— ”

Your parents’ footsteps thundered down the stairs.

“ Ace, what on earth are you doing? ” your father’s voice snapped, annoyed.

“ She’s hurt—she’s hurt because of me—I’m so— ”

“ She’s fine. Get out of the way. ”

But Ace didn’t let go, crying harder, his grip hurting your hand.

“ Get out! ” your father snapped, grabbing Ace’s shoulder and dragging him out of the room.

Ace didn’t fight. He didn’t even look up. He just kept crying, his voice breaking, whispering the same words over and over.

“ I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m sorry… ”

And for the first time, you felt something heavy in your chest. Not fear, not pain but a cold, aching sadness.

Why did it feel like he was the one who was hurt?

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!Van - Wolf Dog

The group go to the park and have a run in with a reminder of Van’s past. For @yjdrabbles123 who always has the most genius concepts for these characters !

Notes -> post crash au (they all live in a big house, you probably know the drill by now), little!van, mentions of the wilderness, anxiety attack, crying, fear of dogs, trauma, PTSD from the wilderness

Word count: 1953

Van was brave, and strong, and there really wasn't anything she couldn’t fix. She could mediate fights between Mari and Shauna, she could cheer up Mel after an accident, she could get Tai to calm down when someone put the groceries away Out Of Order. What Van could not under any circumstance do was go near dogs.

It was an irrational fear really, no prissy purebred poodle had ever hurt her. But even the most well combed and polished dogs had something almost feral to their stature that sent Van straight back to That Night. The arch of their backs, the sharp point of their eyes, the curl of their lips which were just waiting to lodge into her flesh. She couldn’t help but let her skin get clammy and her body stiff as the all too clear scars on her face began to ache under phantom torture. So Van didn’t like dogs, which wasn’t a problem when they were at home and the only dog in sight was Melissa’s very unthreatening stuffie, but it did become a problem at the park. Which kind of sucked, because Van loved the park. And so did everyone else - making it a little hard to avoid.

“Now you’ve got the basics down, I can start showing you how to do the cool stuff.” Melissa was blabbering, the kind of talkative she only got when she was really excited about something, like teaching Van to skate. They’d driven a whole 15 minutes away from home to go to a different park because Melissa thought Van was ready to stop just riding up and down the path outside of their house. Everyone had tagged along and they were going to make a whole day out of it - picnic, frisbees, collapsible soccer nets, had all been packed and jammed into the car alongside a gaggle of over excited littles. Well, most of them were excited. Not Van. She’d tried really hard to be excited as Melissa, or even Lottie, but she just couldn’t. When she’d looked the park up in the directory it had said in very clear letters right below the name, dogs allowed. And dogs were certainly allowed. They seemed to be everywhere Van looked, running through the designated fenced off area, trotting on leashes beside their owners. It made her throat constrict and her heart hammer. “Van?” Melissa tugged on Van’s head, pulling her attention away from one particularly wolf-like dog standing (thankfully on a leash) a few meters away. Van turned her head to Melissa, offering a reassuring smile to smooth out the anxiety in Melissa’s voice. “Are you… ok? With the dogs?” She asked nervously, and quietly because Melissa knew what it was like to not want other people to see you as vulnerable.

“Yeah, fine,” Van promised with an almost comically wide smile. You’re going to teach me how to do that turny-aroundy thing today, aren’t you?” Van asked, slinging her arm over Melissa’s shoulder. Melissa laughed at this, shaking her head at Van’s deliberately ridiculous question.

“Only if you want to fall flat on your face.”

Van was fine after that, returning to playfully teasing Melissa and keeping up the facade that everything was fine. Because it was. Was, requiring specific emphasis. It was fine, until it was not.

The dog came towards her fast. She couldn’t pick any detail that would give away a breed - all Van’s mind seemed to pick up was how its claws clattered on the path as it ran towards her, how its bark was starting to morph into more of a howl, and how it definitely did not have a leash - something which seemed to indicate that it was wild and dangerous. Everything was so loud. And dark - suddenly the park wasn’t there anymore, or Melissa, or Tai, or anyone else. It was just Van and the Wolf Dog. Her face hurt suddenly, stinging and ripping apart with the sickening sound of tearing flesh. She’d never before realised just how soft she was - how vulnerable. She could be torn apart by something half her size and no one would be able to hear her scream. She would die, she would die here, alone and lost and -

Melissa’s voice cut through the cloudy fear. Suddenly the dog wasn’t coming towards them anymore, it was tugging against Melissa’s grip on its collar. It couldn’t get to Van. It could get to Melissa though, which made Van jolt forward a little, to protect her. Except Van couldn’t move. Her feet felt glued onto the pavement and if the wolf dog were to attack Melissa right now there would be nothing Van could do to help. She started screaming, because if she couldn’t do anything, someone else might hear and come help. Wasn’t Tai here too? And Nat - and, and Lottie? Maybe… no Nat and Lottie weren’t there that night. Mari, Misty? Who was it again? Who could save Melissa?

Certainly not Van.

There were a lot of things Van didn’t like about herself - not that she’d ever admit it - but Van did like that she was always able to protect her friends. Not like Nat with her gun or Shauna with her knife, Van could protect people from the things they couldn’t see - the feelings, the thoughts, the fears. She couldn’t protect any of them from this though.

Melissa was yelling - a string of curse words which send Van into a blind panic, she wanted to keep watching but she couldn’t. Because the wolf dog was going to kill Melissa and there was nothing Van was going to be able to do.

She felt arms wrap around her and yelped in childish fear that they were the arms of a forest monster coming to devour her skin. Then she realised it’s just Tai. And Tai won’t hurt her. Tai is safe. Tai breaks her out of her frozen terror and suddenly Van is crying. Hot and heavy tears tore tracks of fire down her face as her chest convulsed in panic. Van doesn’t cry… she’s not a baby. She shouldn’t be crying, but she is.

Everything felt so hot. Shame or fire, she couldn’t quite tell. Melissa, and the dog, and the wolves, and the fire. “You’re ok,” Tai was whispering but she’s not. Van couldn’t see Mel or the dog anymore, because she selfishly hid herself in Tai’s arms. She didn’t want to watch it, even though she probably deserved to because it was her fault. Melissa was going to die, Van was going to die. She did die, didn’t she?

Is any of this even… real?

���He’s gone now,” Not Tai’s voice - Melissa’s. “Stupid fuckers who can’t put their dogs on leads.”

Melissa is dead, isn’t she? The wolf dog got her because Van couldn’t protect her. So this certainly isn’t real, it can’t be. But it feels real, it sounds real. Van’s throat aches from screaming and she’s trembling so hard that her teeth clatter together. It must be real.

“Van?” her name, and someone is expecting a response but Van thinks maybe if she opens her mouth she’ll just start screaming again. Which would be humiliating - because now that she isn’t screaming she can notice distinctly that no one else is. Not Lottie who regresses so young that sometimes she just cries for no reason at all, not Jackie who has screamed because of an ant on her leg before. It’s just Van who’s scared.

And if Melissa is here, and alive and not hurt by the dog, it means there was no real threat at all. And Van is just crying for no reason at all. She’s so stupid, so pathetic, who cries over a fucking dog?

No one is saying she’s any of those things though, Tai is holding her like it’s rational to be scared of an animal someone probably lets sleep in their bed and Melissa is rattling on about how much of a dick the owner had been. Melissa. She’d had to protect Van - that wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Van was supposed to protect her. Van liked getting to be the oldest. She liked being trusted to help the other little’s when they crossed the road, she liked how the younger girls (Melissa) seemed to always think she was so cool. She didn’t feel very cool now.

The day was effectively ruined because Van couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard she tried. They all filed back to the car, no skating, no picnic, no soccer. No one argued though - which almost made Van feel worse because it meant they all knew how small and scared she was right now.

Small and scared and pathetic, because when Tai finished doing up her belt for her, Van screamed and kicked her legs against the front seat because she didn’t want Tai to leave her alone and she didn’t have the words to explain that. And everyone was shocked, Van could feel their eyes on her, because Van didn’t throw tantrums. She wasn’t a baby. But she didn’t care right now. She cried and kicked and held on to Tai - who, as it turns out, had only been moving away so she could get into the car on the other side of Van. Oh. “I've got you baby,” Tai was cooing and it made Van’s stomach churn but she couldn’t help but lean into her, desperate and needy. She was still sniffling, snot pooling above her upper lip, lungs jolting disjointedly as she tried to compose herself.

After what felt twice as long as the trip to the park had felt, they arrived home. And Van was embarrassed to even admit to herself that it was the first time she really believed that she wasn’t back There.

She was the first out of the car, pulling away from Tai as if mere seconds ago she hadn’t been clinging to her like a life saving oxygen machine. As she cut across the front lawn, strides steady and fast, Van tried to think of the places where she could hide - just until she got a hold of herself again. Nat always hid in her closet, Mel liked the treehouse and Jackie could usually be found under her bed. But all of these options felt too obvious for Van. She needed somewhere people wouldn’t think to find her.

Van ended up in the garage, Lottie had parked out front and the second car was already in here so no one was coming anytime soon. It was dark in the garage, and smelled of petrol and sawdust. Van folded herself up in between Nat’s bike and the brick wall which was cold against her back. She just needed a few moments, then she’d be better and she could go on like none of this had happened. Her hands inevitably found the scar on her cheek - the biggest one which stretched almost down to her mouth. A constant reminder of how broken she was that no joking laugh or comforting smile could hide. Her nails flicked back and forth over the raised trail of skin, it didn’t hurt anymore but sometimes she just had to be sure.

Van didn’t give herself long. Once her breathing was calmed and her face felt a little less puffy, she was straight out of the safe refuge of the garage. She pasted on a smile and went straight into a game of dinosaurs with Nat because that’s what she was supposed to do, come up with silly stories about dinosaurs and make everyone laugh and not look at her like she was broken. Van was supposed to be brave, and strong, and able to fix anything. So she would be.

[dreamsy990]

you know i used to think it was weird how sora and roxas have such different personalities for supposedly being 'the same person' but after playing a few games i sort of realized that they do have similar personalities, because roxas acts how sora does when he's under extreme stress.

compare roxas to sora in, say, kh1. that's where a lot of peoples idea of sora's personality comes from. sora is generally very upbeat and optimistic in that game. not very similar to roxas, right?

but let's switch the game and talk about a game where sora is ABSOLUTELY GOING THROUGH IT. chain of memories.

sora's resting state is melancholy in com. he only ever cheers up in short bursts, usually when he's joking around with friends. just like roxas.

he's quick to anger, and tends to lash out at the organization members. best example of this is when larxene makes him 'remember' namine, and he swings at her repeatedly, even after she's gone. he only stops when jiminy is able to snap him out of it.

you know what scene that resembles?

sora, while a bit more on the angry side and less sad, continues to act like this in kh2 when he's in stressful situations. (he also has a tendancy to insult people which, while it's not very related to the point, is very funny and sora saying 'gonna cry?' to xigbar is great.) i cant comment any further than that about kh2 off the top of my head.

so, roxas acts like sora does when he's stressed, right? but why is roxas always acting like that? to which i say, he isnt!

he only ever acts like that when he's also in fucked up and stressful situations, which happens to be a CONSTANT in his life. but when he's hanging out with axel and xion, a decidedly NOT stressful situation, he's a lot more like sora. he's teasing his friends and insulting his coworkers and joking around and acting like a normal kid. not really important, but unless i misremembered some sora lines which is VERY possible, both roxas and sora respond to friendly insults with "oh thanks!" a lot. just a funny little detail that felt relevant.

the biggest differences between roxas and sora boil down to environment and... i dont know how to put it besides volume? roxas is very quiet and tends to keep most of his thoughts to himself, while sora is very loud and expressive in comparison.

there is one other huge difference i noticed, which is less character based and more story. sora wanted to get off destiny islands and explore with his friends, but roxas just wanted routine. sora wants adventure, and roxas wants things to stay the same, for days where he gets off work and eats ice cream with his friends to last forever, to keep having conversations about nothing and watching the sunset. roxas wants normalcy, sora wants excitement. it's just interesting seeing their contrast.

not sure if this is very well said or anything i just wanted to talk about my boys

[p1ctur3]

@octdl-lee

Random captive TDL au lore dump and some behind the scenes stuff since you asked so nicely :]

Dark in captivity

victim did use dark as a way to train and get the mercs and him used to the box

victim and agent (i would probably explore their dynamic in this au also, mitsi would haunt this narrative because yes)

some behind the scenes things

additional art

[another-whump-sideblog]

I'm getting whumperflies from my textbook's chapter on behaviorism. The cold, calculated way it talks about behaviors completely separate from the person doing them and the emphasis on reinforcement and punishment are just so very whumpy. Generally it uses attention as an example of reinforcement, which leads to stuff like "it's effective to avoid eye contact and conversation while restraining a patient so that misbehaving isn't unintentionally reinforced through attention." Like that's one of the whumpiest things I've ever read and it's in a psychology textbook. Imagine a whumper just completely ceasing any eye contact or conversation while Whumpee is being punished because attention is a reinforcer

Behaviorism is so fucked up

[meamiki]

some random reverse entry au [office + reverse isekai loop] drawings :thumbsup:

[mildly interested in this silly au? here is a link to scroll through for all the stuff i've made for it! i'll make a proper master post... someday.....]

[everestgale]

Sorry if this is a bad hour but I have a question. Is there any part of StP you think is genuinely bad?

No worries! I usually respond to asks when I have time/when I'm in the mood to talk anyways, so it's never a bad time to send an ask!

In general, I don't think I really feel comfortable with saying any parts of StP are genuinely bad, per se, because the game is just so expertly crafted and means so much to me personally that I'd be lying if I said I'm not biased to it. And also I'm no media expert, I'm not even that great at media analysis either, so I generally tend to be quite reserved with judgements; there is no way I could, in good conscience, say that any parts of StP are objectively bad or anything like that.

What I can share, though, are my personal dislikes about the game and its writing. There aren't a lot of them, and of course, the positives far, far outweigh the negatives (I wouldn't be here if they didn't), but I still have a couple of issues with the game, and I want to talk about one:

Happily Ever After lets the Long Quiet, or rather, you, the player, get away with too much.

Now for full context, Happily Ever After is one of my favorite chapters in the whole game. It is deeply personal to me, and I resonate with it on a very strong level; it emotionally devastated me, in the best way possible, when I played it for the first time (Paranoid variant), and this chapter holds a very special place in my heart.

...that being said, I dislike the fact that the game never acknowledges that it's your fault that everyone is miserable and stuck in the cabin. You made the decision to stay in the cabin, but the game never calls you out on that, never forcing you to acknowledge that you did this. It weakens the ending of the chapter for me, especially with the princess asking "Do you... still care about me?"... I know the game gives you a lot of options in that moment, a lot of which are written well, but the option to say "Of course I do" just feels so off and so hollow to me, and I can't seem to verbalize it quite well, but it really annoys me.

In general, the ending is very sweet, but in my opinion, it doesn't feel that earned, precisely because the game never acknowledges your fault and never lets you to truly apologize for it, to feel remorseful for it, to earn that moment of dancing under the stars. Though, I do very much like that scene from the princess's perspective, as I've rambled about in tags of this post, as this symbolic moment of her finally getting her wish fulfilled after being denied and denied and denied for so long.

I'm sure I'm not expressing my thoughts very clearly, and I apologize for that, I just feel quite passionate about HEA because it really did impact me so much, and so these personal dislikes about the chapter irk me because it feels like a missed potential to me, on an already such a great chapter. If it affected me this much and this deeply when, in my opinion, it has a pretty major flaw in its story... I can't help but imagine how much more powerful it would've been without said flaws.

Though like I said in the other post, even with those problems, I adore this chapter a lot. And this kind of extends to the whole game too, whatever issues I might have with the game, those all pale in comparison to just how many things the game did right, and just how much this game has impacted me, and just how much I love and adore this game, and just how much this game has changed my life. Thank you, Slay the Princess, thank you, Black Tabby Games, and thank you, Slay the Princess community, all for being so wonderful <3

[kimbapisnotsushi]

hinata needed kageyama as a player and kageyama needed hinata as a person

[frobby]

I think it would be really funny if rin was the more helpful one around his house. Like u would think rin would be the disrespectful one who always bails on housework or mass but its actually yukio who would always have an excuse not to go or forget about chores to the point that rin just does them instinctively now

[codgod-moved]

^3^

(there’s a bonus drawing under the cut that i don’t like enough to put in its own post but i still think it’s cute lol)

fambily :]

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

is this anything

[meamiki]

what to do when you forget your umbrella!

i will not elaborate.

((these drawings are a GSNK rain scene reference ADSAFFASD))

bonus isolated (isalated?) running isa as a treat for his birthday:

[flowerakatsuka]

Osomatsu-san ~Le bourgeon~ & ~Fleurir~ Hikokuji (2019)

[sayrielle]

Anwyn visits the royal castle and comes across a portrait mourning the dead.

Non-curtain version below because I worked so hard on it just to cover it all up like a FOOL

[airysthinkingbox]

welcome back to your favorite program: "Airy makes another unstable universe crossover AU because they're going insane from no UU episodes". On today's episode, he makes a pokemon x unstable AU because their pokemon hyperfixation is coming back.

(anyways. rambles under the cut if you care ^_^)

of course, wemm spoke and parrot stay as the protagonists- i specifically gave them the alola starters because i love them dearly. spoke got popplio (because of george sr and george jr and also spoke seems the most "entertainment" POV rn for season 2), parrot rowlet (because bird and archer. you get it), and wemm litten (pkmn vgc mostly but also incineroar lowkey reminds me of manepear. i'm sorry my dearest destruction duo fans it was an accident) if u care. i could explain their whole teams but i don't have them all yet. The invis mafia are the "villain team" for game one (based on season 1) and The Director and the people they hire (Itz, Cube, [rest are speculation for now] Ash, and Jaden) are the "villain team" for game two (based on season 2).

other miscellaneous facts:

• Zam has at LEAST one shiny on his squad

• Spoke is blind- kind of ref to how his skin has plain white eyes (or js weird eyes idk i've always seen them as pure white)

^* Mapicc is like his service dog trust 🙏

^^* also also- his pokeballs have braille of which pokemon is it in which

• Wemmbu has an audino on his team- it can mega evolve and it was a gift from egg ^w^

^* (Kind of related) Egg used to work at a pokecenter and that's why he had an audino! (It was from an egg, not his audino that he worked with)

• How the chuckban thingy with Spoke and Wifies works is: Spoke was working with some invis mafia members (unknowing they're evil) and basically kidnaps Wifies??? But then the mafia members kidnap Spoke as well. They talk things out a little and get to know each other. Silliness I guess!! ^U^

• (kind of comes from my old, scrapped LSxPKMN AU) Wemmbu and Zam are rival contest performers

that's the post for now. if you guys wanna add anything, js like. Say. Please. I like people thinking about my AUs because it's very fun and cool!!!!!

[caffeiiine]

kiyo redesign i finished last night be upon ye!!!!!!

[closeups + extras under the cut like usual <3]

[also small note: the left hand scarring hc comes from @/kijimha + his kiyo blog @/korkshinguji !!!]

i had two drafts for this fun fact :3

[draft 1 -> final design]

also total time bc i think it’s cool