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pincushionx · 4 months ago

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Blood warning!

I see lots of fanfics that talk about the Grimwalker stories and myths as Grimwalkers being these predators that hunt witches and are these monster that feed off of flesh, but all of these are usually false and like I said just myths.

So what if that wasn’t the case? What if Grimwalkers were the flesh craving beasts everyone thinks they are. Aka me giving Hunter the Tokyo Ghoul treatment (kinda)

This image takes place during Thanks to Them, he’s hunting and consuming animals to sustain himself but they can only do so much. He keeps it a secret because he’s ashamed, scared and full of self loathing. Unfortunately you can only sneak out and wash your clothes so frequently until you get caught.

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The craving flesh started around the time Hunter started hitting his second stage of puberty, so around 12 to 13 years old. It started off as spouts of aggression, weight loss and odd carvings that he suppressed until he eventually snapped and attacked a scout. Once he consumed flesh, there was no going back.

This happened with a few Grimwalkers, typically one made around pubescent years due to this being a natural development. Grimwalkers who are made as adults don’t get this since get miss that developmental period. A reason why Belos made Grimwalkers strictly adults for hundreds of years before trying out a new experiment.

When Belos made Hunter, he was aware of this and rather than kill Hunter off or just make an adult Grimwalker, he decided he can benefit from a “monster” needing a source of food.

Hence, Hunter picking up a reputation for being “feral.” Belos supplies Hunter with blood and flesh but not enough to satisfy him, just the minimum to keep him alive. This is to keep Hunter at a state where he’s willing to do more work to earn more food but unfortunately this just results in cases of Hunter going “too far” aka mauling different beings (witches, beasts, demons, ect) during missions on the accounts he’s literally starving and being triggered in fights.

He can eat normal food but his sense of taste is bit dull and doesn’t give him the nutrition he needs. He can eat and eat and it will do nothing. He learns to satisfy himself through eating animals he hunts during missions. When he gets to the human realm he eats his food with an overwhelming amount of seasoning just to taste it.

He also has a very strong jaw and sharp teeth, like hyena type stuff.

(Imagine a scenario he pauses a mission mid way to go hunt some voles and eat them raw and the scouts just standing there like-)

After Hollow mind Hunter struggles because now he’s has little source of witch or demon flesh (he raids the healing classes for blood and kitchen for uncooked meat)

So during thanks to them he’s forced to live with three witches, a basilisk, two humans who are somewhat similar to witches and oh boy he struggles. His friends are concerned. Camila notices Hunter eats a lot but still looks like he isn’t gaining weight, Gus notices that he sneaks out, Vee smells something wrong with him, Luz sees how on edge he is, Amity catches on to his burst of aggression (caused by hunger and stress) and Willow notices he avoids them.

They all already knows something is off with him (heightened senses, unusual teeth and jaw strength, glowing eyes, unusually tight and powerful muscles despite how gaunt he is) but only Luz knows he’s a grimwalker but hasn’t quite put the peices that’s he’s a unnatural, natural predator to witches and demons. The witches, Vee and even the humans feel a slight primal fear around Hunter but they can’t quite put the reason why, he puts them on edge even if they love him but something’s off.

Despite the fact that all of them are willing to give him blood, even some flesh if they could, the boy just refuses, since he sees himself as a literal monster that needs to be locked up.

This is me giving Hunter Grimwalker trauma x100. Anywho this is my late Halloween post aka my billionth AU idea. This was inspired by Tokyo Ghoul, Ginger snaps(2000) and the fic [redacted] Hunter by ApaMonkey on ao3! Yall should read it!

I have a weakness for flesh craving characters who aren’t villains but they aren’t so common so of course I had to project that love to my own skrunkly!

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silent-stories · 2 months ago

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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Noah has trouble sleeping. Except when he's with you.

Tw: anxiety, insomnia, fluff

Noah had always struggled with sleeping. For as long as he could remember, a good night of sleep had been a distant dream, something just out of reach.

His head was always full of thoughts and his chest was heavy with an imaginary yet so real weight.

Nights were the hardest for him—his mind raced with thoughts, overanalyzing everything: the smallest doubts, the big uncertainties of life, songs he was working on but couldn't get perfect, the upcoming shows, and a problem with band merch he ordered but hadn't arrived yet.

His body would feel the tension, the weight of exhaustion, but his mind wouldn't cooperate. It was a never-ending cycle that left him frustrated, drained, and sometimes even a little hopeless.

But then, there was you. You had been by his side for years, through everything. You were there when Bad Omens was just a small band doing shows that had a maximum of one hundred people in the audience, and you were there when he sang on stage with Oli Sykes.

You were the one constant, the one person who seemed to understand him in a way no one else did, not even Nicholas and the rest of the band, sometimes. And, strangely, whenever you were around, sleep became easier to grasp.

It was subtle at first. He didn’t realize it right away, but whenever you were near him, whether sitting next to him on his bed after a long day, lying on the couch watching Tokyo Ghoul until late, or simply hanging out at your place and chatting during the night, he found himself drifting off faster than he ever could alone. It wasn't like any magic trick, or some profound change in his routine. It was you. You were the one who somehow made sleep feel less like a battle.

At first, Noah dismissed it, unsure of what was going on. He wondered if it was the way you were there—your presence somehow conforting him. Maybe it was the calming energy you exuded without even trying. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about you that eased him. He thought it might be the warmth of your body near his, your soft laugh in the silence of the night, the way your hand played with his fingers while watching a stupid movie.

There was something comforting about your closeness—how you made him feel safe enough to finally let go. Maybe it was the way you allowed him to rest his head on your stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of your breath, the rhythmic beat of your heart. It became his anchor. With you nearby, he could finally relax. And, somehow, he found himself falling asleep much quicker than ever before.

Noah didn’t quite understand why it worked this way. You two had been friends for so long that it never crossed his mind to analyze the situation. But every time you spent the night at his house or he at yours, and he sank into deeper sleep beside you, he couldn't ignore the feeling that you were the key to his peace. He had been around people before, slept in bed with other people, and yet, it was only with you that sleep seemed attainable.

Part of him felt guilty—guilty for needing you in this way, guilty for relying on you when it was supposed to be something he could manage himself. But another part of him was grateful, so deeply thankful for your presence, for the comfort you unknowingly provided. It was as though, in a world that felt so overwhelming, you were the one thing that could bring him peace.

You loved the quiet evenings at your place, when the soft hum of some anime filled the room as you and Noah were sprawled on the bed, each of you nestled into your own little corner of the pillows.

"Dude! You didn't tell me Hide was still alive!"

"I would have ruined the surprise, look at your face now!"

You chuckled, shaking your head.

You were halfway through an episode, the light of the screen flickering across the dark room, when Noah's exhaustion slowly started to catch up with him and his gaze softened as he sank further into the comfort of your bed.

You glanced over at him, noticing how his eyelids seemed to be growing heavier with each passing minute. His usual chatter had quieted down, and now, the only sounds were the faint rustling of his clothes as he shifted, trying to get comfortable. He wasn't one to admit it, but you could tell he was tired. Really tired.

You knew he had trouble falling asleep, even though you had never seen him struggle with it when you were together, because he had mentioned it a couple of times, and you weren't about to wake him up to watch the last episode of the season.

You reached over, grabbing the blanket that was bunched up near your legs, and pulled it over the both of you, draping it loosely over his body too. It was a simple gesture, but one that you knew would make him feel more at ease. The bed was warm, and the space around him felt safe.

Noah’s hand, which had been resting beside him, moved slightly, searching for something. Your fingers brushed against his as he tried to find you in his half-conscious daze. Smiling softly, you let him take your hand, intertwining your fingers gently. He squeezed your hand once, his body finally settling, and that’s when you knew he was starting to drift.

The sounds from the show faded into the background as his breathing deepened, slower and more steady. He’d been fighting sleep for so long, but in your presence, surrounded by the quiet comfort of your room and the low murmur of the anime, it seemed like he couldn’t hold out anymore. The rise and fall of his chest began to slow, and before long, his head tilted slightly to the side, resting softly against your shoulder, his mouth slightly open.

You didn’t move. Instead, you let him be, the way he always let you be when you needed comfort.

His breathing was rhythmic now, soft and deep, the kind of sleep that only comes when someone feels completely safe. You glanced down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You shifted slightly, adjusting the blankets and making sure he was comfortable, but Noah didn’t stir.

You also loved the nights at Noah’s place, when the band was off doing their own thing, leaving you and Noah alone in his room, as usual. The bed was slightly messy with clothes and gear scattered around, and the low hum of the TV created a soft background to your conversation.

You were lying on your stomach, flicking through your phone, while Noah stretched out beside you, his head resting on his arm as you chatted.

“I mean,” he continued, his voice playful, “when I was a kid, I used to tell people Jackie Chan was my dad.”

You blinked, trying to process what he just said. “Wait, what?”

Noah shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. “Yeah, when I was like... maybe 13 or 14? I’d go around showing people a picture of Jackie Chan and say, ‘This is my dad.’”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Why would you do that?"

“I don't know,” he said, laughing at the memory. “I was convinced it would make me cool. I’d pull out the picture—one from a magazine or something—and tell everyone that he was my dad.”

You chuckled, still processing it. “Okay, but what did people say when they saw it? Like, did they believe you?”

Noah smirked, leaning back against his pillows. “Most of them were like, ‘Wait, is that Jackie Chan?’ And I’d just be like, ‘Nope, that’s my dad.’ Like, no hesitation. Just totally confident about it.”

You laughed so hard you almost fell off the bed. “Wait, hold up. You actually said that? You didn’t try to explain? Just, ‘Nope, that’s my dad? And he randomly looks exactly like Jackie Chan?'"

“Yep,” Noah said, chuckling. “I’d be like, ‘No, that’s not Jackie Chan, what are you talking about?, that’s my dad.’ I’d act all casual about it too."

“I'm sure they all believed you,” you said, barely able to contain your laughter.

"Hey! Don't make fun of me now."

You shook your head in disbelief, still grinning. "Oh I'm not! That's one of the coolest things I know about you!"

"Okay, shut up now."

As the laughter died down, there was a peaceful silence. You both relaxed into the bed, the soft glow of the lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. Noah, his eyes heavy, turned his head toward you, his body shifting closer as he found a comfortable spot.

He seemed so at peace in moments like this, with his hair splayed around the pillow and a slight stubble on his face that made your skin tingle every time he left a kiss on your cheek.

Slowly, his breathing deepened, and you realized that the ridiculous story had done what it always did—made him relax. Little did you know that the sound of your voice, more specifically the sound of your soft laugh, had also played its part.

You glanced at him, smiling softly. “You know I’ll never let you live that Jackie Chan story down. Like, ever.”

He grinned, eyes still closed, mumbling, “I’m okay with that. Just cause it's you.”

And, with that, he drifted off to sleep, your laughter still hanging in the air.

And then, there are the nights you and Noah didn’t spend together.

It was a typical night, one where you and Noah had gone your separate ways after hanging out all evening. You were at your our place, cozy in bed still on your phone, scrolling through social media, even if it was starting to get late, while Noah was at his house with the band, sleeping, or so you thought.

The silence of the night had settled in when your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen, a message from Noah popping up:

Noah: Hey, are you awake?

You weren’t exactly sleepy yet, and something about the message made you pause for a second, wondering if something was off. You quickly typed back:

You: Yeah. What’s up?

The message came almost immediately after yours:

Noah: Can I call you?

You were a bit surprised, but you could tell something was off. You quickly tapped the phone to call him before he could send another text.

You waited for the line to pick up, the ringing echoing in your ear. A few seconds later, you heard Noah’s groggy voice.

"Hey," he said, his tone a little rough and tired, "I can't sleep."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you that he was okay, but something in his voice made you worry. “You’re not feeling sick or anything, are you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Noah muttered, but it sounded like he was trying to fight off exhaustion. “Just... can’t sleep. I’ve been lying here for hours.”

You frowned, sitting up a little in bed. “You scared me. I thought something happened.”

“No, nothing happened. Just... I can't fucking sleep."

You could hear the frustration in his voice, and it made your chest tighten.

There was a little pause and you could feel him slipping into his thoughts again. So, in an effort to pull his mind away from whatever it was that was keeping him awake, you decided to tell him something to distract him.

“So, when I got home tonight,” you started, leaning back against your pillows, “I found a cat in my backyard.”

Noah let out a soft grunt, clearly intrigued. “A cat? Was it your neighbors'?”

You chuckled a little at his curiosity. “Not exactly. It was a stray, I think. It didn’t let me get close at all. Kept running away from me whenever I tried.”

“Aww, poor thing,” Noah said, his voice already softening.

“Yeah, it looked pretty hungry,” you continued, trying to keep the conversation light. “So, I left it a can of tuna outside. I didn’t have anything else, but I figured it might help a little.”

"That's sweet."

“Well, yeah,” you said with a smile. “I couldn’t just leave it there. It seemed so skinny. I hope it eats it. Maybe it’ll stick around.”

“Do you think it’s gonna come back?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you said, stretching out in bed, trying to keep your voice casual. “I mean, if it’s really hungry, it probably will. I’m hoping it doesn’t just go off somewhere else. It seemed like it really needed food. And love.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You could tell Noah was picturing the scene, likely imagining the little stray cat outside in the dark. After a moment, he spoke up again.

"I hope it’s okay.”

“I hope so too,” you said softly. “I’ll keep an eye on it and let you know if it comes back. I’ll be sure to keep feeding it if it does.”

Noah’s voice softened even more when he spoke again. “You’re good... You know that, right?”

"I just left it a tuna can, Noah."

"I'm not only talking about the cat. It's almost 2 a.m and you are here talking to me because I can't sleep. Not everyone would do that."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm. “I care about you, Noah. You know I do. And I care about cats too." You added the last part with a chuckle.

“I'm glad you do, really. Thank you. I don’t say it enough.” Noah said with a yawn. “I hope the kitten will be still there tomorrow.”

“I’ll let you know if I see it again,” you said. “And I’ll be sure to give the backyard buddy more food if it comes back."

You could hear him chuckling softly, but then his voice started to quiet down again. He was fading, his breath becoming slower, deeper.

"Alright," he mumbled.

There was another long pause, and then, you heard it—Noah’s breathing had slowed, becoming even and rhythmic. You weren’t sure if he’d heard you, but then you heard a soft snore.

You smiled softly, happy to know he was finally getting some rest, but you stayed on the line for a few more minutes, making sure everything was okay. You could hear the calm rise and fall of his breath, the sound of him finally finding peace.

Your heart swelled with a mix of affection and understanding. Sometimes, you didn’t need to say much. Just being there to talk about random things in the middle of the night was enough.

Slowly, you pulled the phone away from your ear, a quiet smile on your face. As you hung up, you whispered to the empty room, “Goodnight, Noah.”

And with that, you settled back into your own bed feeling comforted knowing you could help him a bit when he needed you.

And then, there was the night he realized that how he felt about you wasn't exactly how he should feel about a best friend.

It had been hours. Hours of tossing and turning in bed, of staring at the ceiling, of the quiet sounds of the guys in their respective rooms. The restlessness, the heaviness in his chest seemed too much. He’d been trying to sleep since midnight, but now, the clock was nearing 3 AM, and it wasn’t getting any easier.

Noah sat up in his bed, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. His body felt exhausted, but his mind? It was still awake, thinking too much, filled with thoughts he couldn’t push away. The only thing that ever helped was hearing your voice.

He grabbed his phone, almost instinctively, and typed out a text to you.

Noah: I'm gonna be a pain in the ass again

Noah: are you still up by any chance?

A few moments later, your reply popped up.

You: Yep

Relief washed over him as he read your message. He stared at his phone for a moment before typing out his next question.

Noah: Can I call you?

The wait felt endless, though it was only a few seconds. Then, the response came:

You: Gimme ten minutes.

Ten minutes. Noah frowned, puzzled. What could that mean? Ten minutes? Was it a code? Did you have something going on? Maybe you were busy. But at three in the morning?

Maybe you were with someone else. The thought hit him like a wave—was there someone else? A guy? A guy in your bed that wasn’t him? His chest tightened as the idea planted itself firmly in his mind. He tried to push it away, but the more he thought about it, the worse it seemed.

No. That couldn’t be right. You were his best friend. If you had a boyfriend or someone, it wasn't a problem.

Right?

The thought of you with someone else gnawed at him, eating away at his insides. Maybe he had no reason to feel this way. After all, you were just friends. But as the minutes passed and his overthinking spiraled out of control, Noah couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this about you.

His mind was racing, heart pounding. Why was he feeling this way? It was just you, right? But then, the moment that snapped him out of his thoughts came when he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening downstairs.

Noah blinked, confused. Was someone leaving the house?

He pushed himself up from his bed, trying to shake off the strange sense of unease that had gripped him. He stepped into the hallway, peering down the stairs. The door clicked shut behind you.

There, standing at the bottom of the stairs in the dim light of the hallway, was you. You were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie—his hoodie, the Bad Omens one he had given you a while ago. It was a small thing, but seeing you in it, with your hair tied up and your face still soft from sleep (showing that when Noah texted you you were actually sleeping), made Noah’s heart skip a beat. There was no guy. No one else. It was just you. There. For him. Because he couldn’t sleep.

You gave him a little smile. "Hey."

Noah couldn’t speak at first. He just stood there, watching you approach. All the anxiety and overthinking he'd been battling melted away when you took his hand gently in yours, your fingers cool from the night air.

"Hey."

It was a simple gesture, but it was exactly what he needed. You didn’t say anything else; you didn’t need to. The way you held his hand, the way you guided him back to his room, was enough.

He followed you back to his room in silence. As soon as you entered, you led him to his bed. The room felt warm now, the kind of warmth that only comes from someone being exactly where they were needed. You motioned for him to lie down, and without a word, he did.

You climbed into bed beside him, gently placing his head on your stomach. The soft fabric of your hoodie brushed against his cheek, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breath beneath him.

You reached out, running your fingers through his hair, the comforting rhythm of your touch calming him, making his mind slow down. Your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, and for the first time that night, Noah felt the tension leave his body.

He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest. Everything felt right, like he was exactly where he needed to be. He’d never felt so cared for in his life. You hadn’t said much, but your presence spoke louder than any words ever could.

"Why did you come?" he whispered after a few moments, his voice barely audible. His heart was racing for a different reason now—because, in that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. More than just a close friend. How much you always had, and how he was afraid of losing you.

You smiled softly, your fingers still weaving through his hair. "Because you needed me." you whispered.

For the first time in hours, Noah felt really at peace. You had helped him in a way no one else could, just by being there, by taking care of him, by simply holding him.

It was the most tender thing anyone had ever done for him. And as he drifted off, he realized just how important you were in his life, more than a best friend, more than he had ever allowed himself to believe.

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animeyanderelover · 6 months ago

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Hello again! Could I get a scenario where the darling is super emotional and cries all the time. She's not particularly scared or trying to be manipulative, just cries really easily. I thought it'd be interesting to have Ash from black Butler, Kanike from Tokyo ghoul, Shiapouf from hunter x hunter, and any other emotional yandere who you think fits. Crybaby vs crybaby. Thanks!

I’m currently on a vacation so I had to keep this limited to only a few characters.

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @jamayah @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @flaming-vulpix

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, isolation, manipulation, abduction

Crybaby vs. Crybaby

Ash Landers

▫️Tears are droplets of innocence, at least the tears that you spill are. It is a sight that he would even consider beautiful if it wouldn’t be for the grief that is piercing the essence of his soul when he sees you spilling tears of purity. Initially Ash mistakes your tears as a sign of fear, a thought that tightens his heart with anxiety and self-hatred but he doesn’t wish to bother you with his problems and keeps the stress and anxiety to himself, leading to emotional meltdowns when he’s all by himself. He’s convinced he’s doing something wrong every time you start crying and that behavior is hard to shake off even when he eventually figures out that you are just a very sensitive person. The sensitivity of yours is only more of what makes you so pure and perfect in his eyes. It is your tendency to cry so easily though that leads Ash to cuddle you even more all to not overwhelm your fragile feelings and to keep all anxiety and stress away from you. He will worship tears of happiness and joy but he will damn everyone, including himself, if your tears are ever caused by sorrow.

Shaiapouf

🎻His demeanor really depends on what stage of his obsession he is in already. If he’s still in his earlier stages where he overloads you with tons of expectations to be perfect Shaiapouf is going to be the main culprit for your tears. He may pretend to be nice but the disappointment due to your lack of self-control is written all over his face. He’s strict and his words are harsh, belittling you and even using his abilities on you to calm you and your tears down. If we’re talking about Shaiapouf after he has properly embraced his obsession things look quite a bit different. He’s using your sensitivity to manipulate you further into his arms, actively encouraging the overwhelmed meltdowns so that he can be the one to smother you and help you to calm down. He was born a servant, he needs to be needed by you and it just so happens that you need him too. That is at least what he tries to indoctrinate into your mind with attentive touches and sweet lies. What used to be a burden in his eyes has now turned into something precious and sweet which only gives him more reasons to isolate and protect you. After all the world outside would only overwhelm you.

Kaneki Ken

🔲Kaneki is already very fidgety and nervous, frightened that his darling is simply going to despise him and view him as the monster he thinks he is deep down as well. So the first few weeks after the abduction aren’t pretty. He knows that you tend to cry easily, his heart always tightened and hurt when he stalked you but it is still so much worse when he is the cause of your tears, especially knowing that those aren’t happy tears. You may as well have poured acid over his skin and it would have hurt him less than watching you spilling tears because you are frightened of him. His stomach is churning and worms are feasting through his pained heart, his own vision blurry as he stutters out apologies, longing to reach out for you yet terrified that you would only flinch away from him and only break his bleeding heart more. It is this initial trauma that has him trembling whenever you cry long after you’ve gotten through the worst parts and your tears are no longer his fault. His presence is hovering over you as soon as Kaneki senses that you’re crying, terrified that something or someone upset you.

Fudo Akira

👿Even after Akira’s transformation he has remained the crybaby boy he has been since his childhood. He’s highly sensitive and it is very likely that he may even start crying together with you when you start spilling tears first. At first he is a tad bit ashamed of it. In this new body of his he was hoping to be able to toughen up and to be your pillar of comfort yet his own tears get stained in his own tears the moment he sees you as he is just weeping with you, no matter whether you’re sad or very happy about something. Akira starts getting more comfortable the moment he realises that you actually seem to take comfort in the fact that even someone as intimidating and tough-looking as him has a very sensitive soul. So he just starts crying with you to comfort you and help you to regulate your emotions. If there is a negative reason behind your tears and it happens to be a person as well Akira may just pay them a visit later for some civilised talking but he prioritises you always first by comforting you before he weaponises his new strength and appearance. He hates it when your tears are those of grief and fear after all.

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summer-nights19 · 6 months ago

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Hellooooo <3

I saw your post about Tokyo Debunker and I would like to know your headcanon about guys with a partner who is shy about showing affection (hugs, kisses…,). It can be with the boys you want, although, could you add Rui and Yuri? I'm so curious how that dynamic would work with them, since one literally can't be touched and the other is a complete Tsundere haha

Thank you in advance, many hugs and kisses ✨️

Hi Anon <3 I honestly love this

Characters: Frostheim, Vagastrom, Jabberwock, Hotarubi (+ Rui and Yuri)

Jin

Oh God. He loves flustering you (he obviously won't do it in public - he has a reputation to uphold !)

Has you sit on his lap, cups your chin, wraps an arm around your waist ... you name it

Thinks it's adorable how shy you are about physical contact. Although that's something that he won't tell you (at least not at first) he definitely teases you about how easy it is to get you to become a blushing mess

Will find any excuse to hold your hand "to enhance his stigma" (he really just likes seeing how red you get)

Tohma

He thinks it's so cute that you get that flustered from the slightest

Isn't big on physical contact in public, especially at the start of the relationship, but will "accidentally" brush his arm against your or touch your hand if you're both reaching for the same thing

The most he'll do in public is cup your face or kiss the back of your hand

Acts all innocent afterwards while delighting in how flustered you look

"My, MC, do you feel OK ? You've gone quite red,"

Luca

It took him a little while to realise that you got flustered easily - at first, he freaked out because he thought he had done something wrong or you were suddenly feeling unwell

Like the gentleman he is, he'd never deliberately fluster you in public - he hates the idea of embarrassing you by mistake. Honestly, the most he'd do is hold your hand (if you're ok with that), link arms, or kiss the back of your hand when he's greeting you

In private though it's a whole different question

He's very gentle, especially at the start - hugs, kisses on the cheek, hand holding ... but that doesn't mean he finds it any less cute when your cheeks become bright red

Kaito

Ah yes the boyfailure

You two are a match made in heaven

It takes him a WHILE to notice how flustered you are because while you're freaking out and blushing, he's busy doing the exact same thing

After a lot of talking to each other (and taking it slow) you both begin to relax more about physical affection, though it takes a of encouragement and reassurance for him to reach that stage

As your "knight", he'll try to initiate any physical contact. However, if you decide to initiate anything, especially in the early stages, he will literally combust

Alan

A bit wary of touching you at first, just because he's used to putting up so many walls to protect himself, and the idea of being intimate is scary at first

He's also terrified of hurting you by mistake - even if you're pretty tough, he's a ghoul, and one of the strongest ones at that, so he'll still see you as fragile

However, after some time passes, he'd start to initiate things like hand holding or cuddling. Sometimes, he'll even pull you onto his lap

When he first saw you flustered you got, he was worried he'd done something wrong. However, after he understood that you were just a bit shy about physical contact, he found it so sweet

Won't try to fluster you in public, but now he can't keep his hands off of you when you guys are alone <3

Sho

He understands why you're blushing straight away and teases you endlessly about it

Will definitely fluster you a bit in public - he secretly loves PDA because it makes him feel like you belong to him

However, most of that is left for when you guys are in private - he'll shower you with praise and kisses

Definitely spoon feeds you your food sometimes or does the whole "you have something on your lips" thing as an excuse to kiss you

If you're cooking together, he'd 100% hug you from behind while instructing you (not that it's easy to focus with his body and the smell of his cologne that close to you)

Leo

He also teases you constantly, but a bit more maliciously about it than Sho

"Oh gross, Honor Roll. Why are you getting all red ? I bumped into you by mistake,"

Even though he won't admit it, he'll try to fluster you subtly because seeing his reaction is a huge ego boost for him (he also finds it adorable, but you'd have to torture that out of him)

It takes Leo a while to become more deliberate about physical contact, but when he does, he's all about PDA - he loves showing you off and seeing you blush when he's doing it

Haru

When you guys first become close, his touch starts off very platonic - a hanc in your shoulder, a friendly hug, that kind of thing

However, when he sees how flustered you get after you two start dating and he becomes more intimate, it has a bigger impact on him then he'd thought

Definitely teases you in a good natured way and tries to make you blush if you two are alone

When he's worn out from all his chores, he'll call you yo his room so he can cuddle you

Ren

Although he's completely in denial about it, he's also a flustered mess

He's not used to physical affection and is a bit closed off, so it takes him a bit to start exploring that area of your relationship

He'd definitely pretend it's accidental at first- something like your fingers brushing or your legs touching when you're sitting next to each other

When he sees how pink your cheeks become, he grows even more flustered - why are you so adorable

"Wh- Hey MC, what are you staring at ? You're going all red like an idiot,"

Despite his efforts to hide it, you make him just as flustered

Over time, with a lot of patience (mostly on your end) you guys begin to feel more calm about physical affection. However, it'll definitely stay private as Ren is not into PDA at all

Towa

Another guy who keeps his hands constantly on you - he's so clingy

Whenever he sees you, he'll hug you hard and for a long period of time.

Since night is the only time you get to hear his voice properly, you two often go out then and fall asleep cuddling under the stars

When he noticed you got flustered, he didn't have much of a reaction to it - he just kissed your cheek before continuing to hug you

Subaru

As a gentleman, and someone who's quite shy, Subaru doesn't do much physical contact at first, limiting himself to hugging you, holding your hand and giving you brief kisses when you guys are alone

At first, your reaction concerned him that he'd crossed a boundary by mistake. However, it was weirdly comforting for him when he realised you were flustered, because, despite not showing it, he felt exactly the same way

Would never fluster you deliberately, although he thinks you look cute - he's just too much of a gentleman. However, he'll definitely begin showing more physical affection as you both grow more used to it

Haku

Despite his charming act, this man loves touching you at every chance he gets. He won't even bother to hide it

Holds your hand everywhere you go and always pats your head/ruffles your hair after hugging you. When he's seated, he definitely loves having you on his lap

He likes PDA, but is also more than OK with only showing physical affection in private - it's ultimately up to you

Teases you a little bit about how much you're blushing, but it's mostly in a flirty way - he honestly thinks you're adorable

Zenji

Positively beamed when he saw how much you were blushing after he tried to hug you - he finds it so sweet that even the idea of his touch makes you react like that

Although he can't technically touch you yet, he keeps working on it. For now, he just tells you what he'd like to do with you, and he finds it delightful if that's enough to fluster you

He's too much of a gentleman to try to fluster you publicly but he'll definitely do it in private

Gets so clingy if he ever does find a way to touch you

Taiga

He's super clingy - it's surprising if you manage to leave his side at all

Definitely has you on his lap while he gambles to "act as a lucky charm" (show you off to the casino patrons)

If he's lounging about in his room, he'll definitely want to make out or sleep with you

Finds it cute when you get flustered and goes out 6 his way to make you blush at every chance he gets

Romeo regularly tells him to get a room

If he catches one of the other casino patrons looking at you, that guy will go missing by tomorrow, and your neck will be full of love bites to remind you of who you belong to

Fico Romeo

Romeo finds it endearing when you get so flustered, but he has a reputation to uphold, so he won't be telling you that anytime soon

Although his PDA is pretty limited, he'll still link arms or drape an arm around your waist so the rest of the casino knows you're his

When you're alone, he definitely gets an ego boost from flustering you deliberately (he also gets a lot more handsy - loves when you sit on his lap as he works on his desk)

He'd definitely say something like "Hey, BB ! Come over here," before pulling you into his lap

He'll tease you about how stupid you look when you're going all red, but he actually loves it

Ritsu

Honestly, physical affection isn't really his thing, so it would take ages for him to notice that it flusters you

He smirks slightly when he sees your cheeks going red - you're just adorable

Definitely not one for PDA. He also doesn't show much physical affection in private compared to others, but he does enjoy it when you guys share an intimate moment

Rui

The fact that his curse means that he can't touch you is the biggest source of heartbreak in his life, although he doesn't let you see that

He yearns for the day that you're both cured and he can hold you and let his hands explore your body, imaginig how you'd react

His fantasies are spurred on when he realises that you get flustered so easily - he thinks you look so adorable when you blush

In the meantime, he tells you about everything he wants to do to you and showers you with praise. This guy is a massive flirt

If Rui could touch you, he'd enjoy PDA - he'd love showing you off on his arm to the rest of the academy

Yuri

Yuri would never tell anyone this , but it takes him some time to feel secure enough in your relationship to start exploring physical contact. The very fact that he's considering it is off putting to him - it was just never something he thought he'd want or need

At first, he uses your checkups as an excuse to touch you - he lets his hands linger a bit longer than necessary and helps you put on your patient robe because "you're taking too long"

Seeing how much you're blushing honestly just makes him freak out more - you just look way too cute

Starts insulting you and telling you to stop looking at him like that

However, after passing the early stages of the relationship (and after you show him a lot of patience) you start showing each other proper physical affection in private

He's not really the type to go out of his way to fluster you, but he'll definitely tease you light heartedly

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kainagant · 13 days ago

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thinking about league of villains character designs. like it's so good. just objectively, I think the way they look is really good at telling the reader about the character at first glance.

shigaraki with the severed hands literally clinging to his body— creepy as fuck but also heavily metaphorical.

dabi is like what if the word 'arson' was physically incarnated as a person, arson would look like dabi. also he dresses like a rebellious goth kid (he is one, emphasis on rebellious).

toga's tokyo ghoul mask does a lot of heavy lifting to make her look definitely like a 'villain' and not 'obligatory unhinged blonde classmate'. I think the innocuous school uniform juxtaposed with the mask does convey a sense of deception.

spinner with his low budget stain cosplay using only items from his closet at home really conveying 'teenager who jumped on a hype train'.

mr. compress definitely dresses like a performer, particularly like a stage magician, but the mish-mash of bright colors is drawing upon a circus aesthetic a little bit too.

I think twice has the weakest character design overall, if only because you can't really tell that he's wearing the tight fitting spandex bodysuit to feel more "put together" just from how he looks alone. the scar on his forehead underneath is excellent visual storytelling though.

#bnha #lov #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #himiko toga #dabi #spinner #mr compress #twice #toga #tomura

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setevulpo · 2 months ago

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silco's eye and health headcanons

because the entirety of *gestures around* that is really interesting and apparently the writers forgot about this man so i gotta hurt him about that.

warning for talk of addiction and withdrawal, general drug use, ocular trauma, nonconsensual medical experimentation and loss of bodily autonomy in that context, infections, chronic illness, and the results of the drowning incident and the general pollution of zaun.

this is going to get gory and a little descriptive on the injuries, please be careful if that bothers you.

disclaimer: these are just headcanons, all in good fun. i'm not a specialist on any of the topics i talk about, i just like the fancy terms, and if you have anything to add to these please do!

divider by @/cafekitsune

face – general injuries

his eyelid is pretty much entirely gone, and so is most of his tear system. while the eye itself is still in place, his sclera and cornea were both damaged during the drowning, and the situation of his iris has been steadily getting worse since then.

the reason for this is the open globe injury he got and the damage in the area surrounding it.

the skin was slashed and shows deeper injuries there, but the vast majority of the wound is from having his epidermis and dermis scratched off.

his eye, on the other hand, wasn't deeply damaged by the knife, but suffered because of the scratches while vander was trying to drown him.

his eyelids are missing because they had to be removed, singed was the one who did that process after finding him in the riverbank. he also took the time to remove part of his lacrimal apparatus on that side of silco's face.

he suffered a necrotizing soft tissue infection in the area and was in an early stage of sepsis when singed found him. singed removed the infected tissue and used shimmer to combat the worst of it, which lead to some changes happening in what was left of his lacrimal apparatus.

the eye

again, the eye itself escaped getting slashed or stabbed, silco managed to close it in time for the knife damage to be superficial. however, it was damaged by vander's nails during the drowning attempt.

his sclera and cornea were both extensively damaged, meaning he cannot see well from that eye, and was at risk of needing a full enucleation because of it.

it was painful beyond relief, and it still doesn't feel good even after medical help. other than the difficulty seeing, his eye constantly feels like there's something stuck in it, and it's just generally uncomfortable. it's always a little watery too.

adding to the sight part, all the can distinguish from it is light. even then, he sometimes doesn't notice duller lights, and bright lights are painful to look at.

it's important to mention that his eye was affected by the nsti. it was superficial, but it added to the damage, and part of the tissue was removed to prevent its spread.

the iris was also injured, though it wasn't immediately noticeable after the incident. with time, the iridodialysis he acquired became more severe, hence why his pupil seems to have changed place.

in addition to that, he suffered a severe hyphema at the time and the mix of shimmer with it is what caused his eye to look red and kinda murky(?). don't ask me to make it make sense it's a fictional flower drug and a tokyo ghoul looking eye pls.

in short, he can't see anything other than bright lights from that eye, but bright lights make his eye hurt because the wounds made it photophobic.

eyelids and surrounding skin

his eyelids are gone. part of them got slashed, and considering the immediate reaction of the body to water as polluted as the pilt's is closing his eyes he got toxins into the wounds pretty quickly.

and with that came the nsti, that expanded from his eyelids to some of the skin surrounding his eye. singed ended up removing his eyelids almost completely, and had to take some of the skin around as well. silco did not know about that part of the procedure until after the fact.

the type of necrosis that happened on his face is gangrenous necrosis, which is why it looks so starkly different from the healthy skin in terms of colour.

his epidermis is severely damaged. because of that, his skin is dehydrated and sensitive in the area, even in the present day. he's also more prone to injuries due to pathogens, uv radiation and chemicals.

the dermis was also wounded, and that means his nerve endings in the area don't function well. he cannot feel pressure, temperature, or pain in the surface of his skin, but the deeper layers have some sensation. that type of damage also causes his skin to not move correctly in the area, and if he had his eyelids they would not stay open correctly because of it.

he should not be wearing makeup. the protective layer of his skin is gone. he's going to give himself another infection oh no /hj

on a more serious note, the skin did heal on the more superficial injuries. it's a little thinner than the surrounding skin, but on the deeper wounds it's unsafe for him to be putting chemicals on it.

short version, his eyelids and part of his skin were removed to avoid the spread of necrosis, the deeper injuries are mostly numb but the superficial ones are pretty sensitive. what he can feels hurts, and his scar tissue is colder than the rest of his skin.

lacrimal apparatus

considering his eyelids are gone, part of his lacrimal apparatus had to be rerouted. also, the use of shimmer to battle his infection lead to his lacrimal gland not working properly for a while.

not only did his lacrimal glands shrink slightly, but the way shimmer affected them means they produce a shimmer-like substance mixed with the actual tears. it's not shimmer proper and it's oilier than tears, which gives his eye a very watery look.

the ducts connecting those glands (and the puncta) to the surface of the eye are shorter than they're supposed to, because part of the tissue they're supposed to route through is gone.

his meibomian glands (which produce the oily part of tears) are gone. the shimmery substance his lacrimal glands produce makes up for it, but the lack of the glands themselves had him struggling for a while with itchiness in the eyes.

the infection took a part of his lacrimal sac in the left side of his face, and did superficial damage on the top of his nasolacrimal duct. because of that, the excess tears that are supposed to be stored in the sac drain into the duct instead of staying where they should. from there they flow into the back of his nose, so he has a pretty constant runny nose.

in addition to that, shimmer has made his lacrimal gland work overtime, so his lacrimal sac can't fully keep up with the storing of excess tears. his tears are slightly purple too.

infection by river toxin

here it's easier to focus on the immediate effects of the infection, although he still suffers some symptoms of it to this day.

at the time, the toxins affected his eye, the soft tissue around it, and his bloodstream. it evolved beyond a simple infection due to the nature of the toxins, which made his soft tissue necrotize (nsti), and the fact that it entered his bloodstream, which caused his body to react to an extreme point (sepsis).

the use of shimmer potentialized healing, yes, but at the same time it kept the infection in a sort of stasis, contained to the point of its origin. meaning that most of his infection, as of the present day, is located in his already decaying eyeball.

his eye used to be nearly swollen shut. it's better now, but there are still days where it's noticeably puffy, and the damage is more visible at night/in hight humidity.

it's also painful! he doesn't have much sensation in the deeper wounds, as mentioned before, but the little he can feel pretty much hurts all the time. not just the skin and eye either, he has frequent headaches because of the infections.

the first months were rough. while infections tends to heal in a few weeks with a strict antibiotic course, the conditions silco was exposed to meant he didn't have it that easy.

constant fevers and fatigue meant he didn't get to move around much, and singed had him sedated whenever his pain started getting too loud for him to work with. he got sick a lot on top of the infections because his immune system took a dive, which also didn't help.

fever dreams and hallucinations were common. singed knows more than he should from hearing silco mutter during those, and again, sedated him during those so he could study the effects of the infection mixed with shimmer on a "willing" subject's mind.

his skin started necrotizing before singed found him, and it would have killed him if singed hadn't removed the infected tissue. part of his face was dead already, because the gangrenous necrosis he got was rotting his skin. part of his sclera was rotten too.

it stunk. bacteria was eating away at the damaged skin. he was recovering in a humid cave. need i say more.

sepsis has several long-term complications, and silco has experienced a bunch of them. his immune system is weaker than it used to be, and he's at risk of developing sepsis again if an injury gets infected. muscle pain and insomnia are constant, and have been getting worse. he also has a hard time concentrating because of it.

the treatment's harm

so. shimmer. singed used a localized variant of it to fight off the worst of the infection and a more spread out variant to combat the sepsis side of things.

for his eye he had a 10 day course, but he had a few setbacks after seemingly improving and he had to be put back on antibiotics (shimmerbiotics?) when that happened. he no longer needs this specific variant of shimmer.

note on silco's daily needle treatment: i think it's not a needle, it's a type of (medical) lance, used for incision and drainage! more on that later <3

the shimmer used for his sepsis treatment was a mess at the start. singed gave him a high dosis in the moment to keep him alive, and then it was almost gambling with the dosage and variant to understand what would help with the infection.

the side effects of shimmer had silco by the throat when singed first started messing with the antibiotics. he attacked singed a few times because of the effects of shimmer, and just generally felt sick to his stomach the entire time.

supposedly the course for his sepsis was going to take two weeks, but silco ended up just lowering the dose after that. he uses shimmer for pain management, mostly through smoking the plants it's made from.

(shimmer flower cigars? yes. he'd probably smoke weed cigars in a modern au. suspend your disbelief please, especially about the shimmer variants)

the initial variant singed used was a stimulant, but the later one (which silco currently uses) is closer to weed. this was yet another thing singed did without informing silco, who was only told he was still on shimmer when it was time for him to leave the cave and go back to his life.

(silco was not aware of the weaker variat because it was given in oil form, blended into the drinks and food singed gave him)

during his time coming down from the first variant he slept a lot. he tried drinking coffee to stay awake more often than not, which made the rest of his symptoms worse even with the weaker version already being given to him.

that was the time he had the most nightmares about the time before the bridge explosion. not the explosion itself, or what came after, but nightmares of felicia, connol, and vander in a multitude of situations prior to it. he distinctly remembers one that included them dying in a fire in the last drop.

silco's anxiety was at an all time high during that time, though part of that came from having to finally deal with all the damage from the drowning incident while off major sedatives/painkillers/antibiotics.

as mentioned before, he currently smokes a variant of shimmer for pain management. not just from the infection's visible damage, but also the headaches he gets from bright lights and joint pain during colder weather.

it also makes him less nauseous, which he needs because of the changes to his lacrimal apparatus. since a big part of his shimmer-like tears drip into the back of his nose, it drains into his throat and to his stomach, which makes him sick.

back to the shimmer of his eye, and the needle/lance. due to the overflow of shimmer that occurs in his eye because of the tear production and localised deposit that stuck in the area, he needs to drain it to avoid a resurfacing of the effects that specific variant had.

essentially, the lance functions as an incision and "suction" instrument, making a small hole in the affected area and drawing out the excess shimmer. the only reason that doesn't completely ruin his eyesight is because it's already extremely damaged. he doesn't have much to lose in that eye.

supposedly he should drain it twice a day, but he found that he can go for a whole day without the symptoms getting too bad. he got jinx's help with it because his hands are usually too shaky after that long, since tremors are one of the first signs he gets.

nonfatal drowning complications

silco didn't actually suffer that much damaged directly connected with the near drowning itself. he had a very mild form of cerebral hypoxia during the event, and doesn't remember the details clearly because of it, but there wasn't much damage beyond that.

he did spend a lot of time going between upper respiratory tracts infections because his lungs were weakened, though, and he still gets them pretty often.

not a complication per se but i feel bad making this section so short: he's scared of water. it's worse around actual bodies of water, and triple that if there's someone else near him. as with most other issues of his, it has gotten better with time, but he still doesn't appreciate being near water with people he doesn't trust.

he took jinx to the river not just to help her, but to practice a little exposure therapy on himself. he goes there from time to time just with that purpose, but usually just sticks to the riverbank instead of going in.

there was a long time when he couldn't wash himself properly because of that. the texture of water on his skin was pretty stressful, so he mostly used wet rags and solid soaps. his hair was a whole different beast, he cut it almost completely off so he wouldn't have to put as much water on it.

zaun's water pollution...

is it even necessary to get into this. silco is the poster boy for the water toxicity of zaun. surprisingly, he's more resistant to the effects of it now because of the shimmer, but he used to get problems from time to time before.

he had kidney stones when he was younger. that was in part due to rationings of potable water, but some of it was because of the high sodium content in the food he ate (used to preserve it for as long as possible).

had the runeterra version of cyclosporiasis before. i don't know how to expand on that he just did. same goes to him having salmonellosis. multiple times.

when he was younger he got a few inflammations of the digestive system because of the water quality. he had oesophagitis and gastristis multiple times as a kid. then again, he wasn't the only one.

this one is also small but pretend it has an extra point here lolol.

... and its breezy twin

the air pollution is what affects him the most and what gives him the most trouble since he was a kid. he grew up in the mines, and the air/sediments there were troublesome for his lungs.

the tissue in his lungs gets irritated easily because of multiple inflammations and infections he caught when he was younger, so his health is a little bit of a gamble.

(in case it wasn't obvious, i write him with a weak immune system, first because of environmental conditions and later because of the sepsis' long term effects)

anyway, he tends to stick to his rooms and office during the colder and humid seasons. he invested in a dehumidifier because humidity makes it hard for him to breathe.

honestly believe he'd hide away from the public eye to nurse his diseases away from people. he catches chest colds at least once every winter and locks himself in his room to avoid spreading.

this menace. has a bunch of lung problems and smokes on top of it. he's gonna cough his own lungs out.

he has chronic chemical pneumonitis from inhaling a bunch of chemicals and irritants while working in the mines and generally breathing in areas where the grey is thicker.

refuses to see singed about these specific issues, mostly because he has a lot of respiratory problems going on too. it's mostly a base of "if he can't fix his own issues why would i let him try to fix mine", but he's uncomfortable letting someone see him in that state in general.

he seems very calm but most of the time it's just him putting effort into not straining his lungs beyond necessary.

thanks for reading! hope you had fun, and thanks for reaching this point!

#silco #silco headcanons #arcane #arcane silco #arcane headcanons #writing the content warnings and going progressively wide eyed #the only thing i can talk about with some confidence is the fear of water everything else is powered by neurodivergency and guesswork #can you tell i'm into whump #seven.

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