#Vincent used to have a lot of food insecurity starting out. You never know when these supposedly common pleasures are ripped away after all.

[deva-arts]

Vincent weights 95kg as a human. What about wing Vincent?

Bird Vincent has a way lower body fat percentage and weighs 180 pounds or 81kg, and that's with lots of rest and proper nutrition. He's got a lot more energy now! His ideal weight would be a bit higher, too, but an avian metabolism is hyper aggressive and enters autophagy way too easily.

When he first joined the group, he weighed closer to 170. He looked hollow. Unsurprisingly, he was constantly feeling tired, starved, sick, and sad since he wasn't getting the right amount of caloric intake for the amount he was burning.

He's filled out a lot! The group doesn't say it, but they're happy to see him better.

[lebenspurpur]

showering with the slashers

|Michael| (SFW)

You will need months to convince him to shower with you. He is surprisingly insecure and shy when it comes to nudity and especially taking off his mask. In the beginning he will even leave it on until he realizes that the steam plus the hot water are making it impossible to keep it on.

After he decides to join you he will ask for one every day. I mean he won't ask verbally he'll just stand in the bathroom when you shower until you invite him in.

Most of the time he will just place himself underneath the stream of water like a statue and let you shampoo his hair. If he's feeling generous, he will do the same for you and give you a little head massage. Michael will always use your soap since it smells like you but obviously this idiot won't ever admit that.

His favorite are showers in the evening because he adores laying in bed after a long, hot shower. Those are also one of the rare times where he actually allows cuddling.

|Vincent Sinclair| (SFW)

Vincent prefers bathing over showering. Though he won't say no to a shower.

It will definitely take him a while to gain the confidence to join you. In the beginning he'll turn his back towards you so you won't see his face. Show him love and appreciation and he might open up a little.

Vincent loves dealing with your hair. Obviously he has like 15 different hair products even though he rarely uses them. Now he can use them on you.

If you shampoo his hair he is in heaven. Imagine him underneath a stream of water lovingly gazing into your eyes while you softly trace his scalp with your fingertips. I love him, what can I say.

He will dry your hair himself and then gladly put lotion on your body. Such a sweetheart. Afterwards he likes cuddling while watching something together.

|Bo Sinclair| (NSFW)

You won't even notice when Bo enters the bathroom. He just suddenly stands behind you, arms wrapping around your upper body and his lips attached to your neck.

After a passionate make-out session he might wash your body. He likes to use his soap since that's a sign that you're his. As if the marks he leaves weren't enough.

Normally the shower is one of the rare places where he expresses his real emotions because nobody except for you will see them there. So expect lots of praising while his soapy, calloused hands trace your hips with such tenderness, you don't even recognize him.

Afterwards he'll either make you dirty again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or he'll lay on your chest, relaxing after a long day.

|Lester Sinclair| (SFW)

Yes Y/N, he'll gladly shower with you! He will take good care of you and that's a promise.

You'll always be glad when he showers with you since, let's be honest, he smells like rotten road kill. If your soft hands go over his scarred and exhausted body he cant' help but stare at you fondly.

I feel like Lester would try to make bubbles with soap in his hand. Or make a beard out of foam. He always tries to make you let out that adorable laugh of yours, what'd you expect?

After showering he'll wrap you up in his arms and tell you about his day. Whenever he chuckles about a funny memory a deep rumble can be felt in his chest. It never fails to make your heart grow warmer. As soon as you fall asleep he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and tucks you under the covers.

|Baby Firefly| (SFW)

Baby will always invite herself in the bathroom as soon as you're comfortable with that. Her soft hands will softly massage your shoulders and back and you can feel the knots and tight spots slowly relaxing.

But don't be foolish, she expects a massage as well. Baby values fairness so every action of her has a price. Not that you mind.

Baby's soap smells like cotton candy and fits her aesthetic wonderfully. Sometimes you'll steal a little bit for yourself.

I also believe that Baby likes to sing in the shower. According to my personal opinion one of Baby's big passions is music. Her sweet voice will be loud and clear and if you look at her she'll wink at you and smile.

After you're done she'll gladly let you brush her hair. Since the mane of hers often doesn't do what she wants it to do she gladly accepts help. If you put a hair product in her hair while softly clearing the knots she'll close her eyes while humming faintly.

|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)

Otis is very similar to Bo when it comes to showering. Though he is also surprisingly shy. Not because of his body, more because of your feelings. Do you really want him in the shower?

After he gets over those thoughts he'll slip behind you every now and then, his big hands caressing your ass, scaring the shit out of you. If you shriek or jump he'll just chuckle and continue raking his hands over your naked form.

Even though he pretends like he doesn't like it, he loves if you wash his hair. Come on have you seen that mane? It needs some serious care and especially good conditioner. It's also dyed (I refuse to believe that his natural hair color is white.) so a good wash is long overdue.

Afterwards he'll gladly lay in bed with you while reading or discussing things. I believe that Otis also enjoys reading stories to his partner. After all you can discuss them with him later.

|Billy Loomis| (NSFW)

Are you kidding? Of course he'll shower with you!

His eyes plus hands will never leave your naked body, prepare for him just being horny. Yes Y/N, he'd love to put soap on your body. What do you mean not just on your chest and ass?

Eventually he'll grow tired of just looking at you. His hands will be all over your body soon, his lips attached to your chest leaving little marks.

If he's tired he'll oblige to your charm and wash your body without being naughty. Afterwards he'll just silently hold you close while the hot water engulfs both of you. I mean mostly him but his body will keep you warm.

|Stu Macher| (SFW)

Stu enjoys every activity he can do with you on his side.

He'll gladly massage your back, pressing little kisses to your shoulder plate. His hands will be so soft when they rub soap all over your wet form.

He loves when you try to wash him but fail because you're too small. He'll steal a kiss or two when you try and reach him by standing on your tip toes.

After all the cleaning is finished he will wrap his strong arms around you and press his chest against your back, humming fondly. He'll close his eyes and softly let the water flow over your connected bodies.

|Brahms Heelshire| (NSFW)

Brahms hates cleaning. No matter how. You will have to coax him into the shower by showering with him. It's really the only time when he ever showers.

Don't expect him to actually wash himself. You can do that Y/N. Such a malicious little gremlin. As soon as your hands touch him he'll put his head on your shoulder and start whispering very naughty things. Y/N you're torturing him, what is he supposed to do?

Okay so there might not be a lot of cleaning. If you really want him to be clean you will have to use a punishment or coax kind of strategy. No good night kiss for Brahms if he doesn't clean himself I guess. God he will be so whiny. Brahms is going to pout for days after this.

Afterwards he still wants your attention. Y/N wasn't he a good boy? He deserves a reward doesn't he?

|Josef| from the creep series (SFW)

Shower? With him? You really want that? Eh.. okay.

He'll be a bit insecure, Josef isn't used to receiving adoration. As soon as you start putting soap on his body he visibly relaxes and sighs softly. He loves being touched, yet he never asks for it.

Afterwards he'll always want to shower with you. Please just touch him some more.

Josef will happily return the favor. His touches will be very soft and tender, he doesn't want you to feel any kind of uncomfortable or scared.

After showering he will rub lotion on your warm skin, he wants it to be healthy Y/N!

Josef will also prepare a healthy meal. Food is important Y/N and god he loves cooking for you. His body in new clothes, smelling like aftershave, wet hair in a bun, singing quietly while he makes roasted vegetables. Please wrap your arms around his torso. He will nearly faint.

|Thomas Hewitt| (SFW)

It will take him a while, mainly because of the mask. However coaxing works quite good so he might give in after you bribe him a little.

Tommy is going to wash your hair very precisely, not wanting to cause knots. He knows how hot in can get in Texas as well which leads him to move away from the refreshing water, leaving you more space. He's just very considerate, compared to other slashers (ehem, Bo.).

Please wash his hair, he'd feel so special. Especially if it's your own shampoo.

After showering he'll wrap you in his strong arms and nuzzle his face in your neck, mask off. Do whatever you want Y/N, he's just glad he can lay next to you right now.

[gatorbites-imagines]

i would like the sinclair brother plus stu n’ billy(ghostface) along with any other slasher of your choosing, with a male S/O whose has thick thighs and very insecure about them, because i know i do which is why im requesting to get some comfort lmao

Slasher headcanons

 Reader feels insecure about their thighs

I hate to admit I’ve never watched house of wax, as I haven’t been able to find it anywhere so I’m going off of the wiki and other imagines.

Bo Sinclair

-          Bo probably wouldn’t fully understand why you feel self-conscious, since he thinks every part of you is perfect.

-          But he would comfort you when you aren’t feeling well.

-          Compliments you all the time and will come up behind you and hold you close whilst doing it.

-          I feel he would kiss your thighs or compliment you when you’re cuddling.

-          With the help of his brothers, he finds clothes you’d feel more comfortable wearing, if that’s what you want.

Vincent Sinclair

-          Vincent knows what its like to feel insecure about your appearance, so he goes out of his way to try and make you feel better.

-          He would sign that you look beautiful or handsome, and that he thinks you look great in whatever you’re wearing every morning.

-          If there are days where you feel so self-conscious you can’t take looking at your body, he would let you borrow his pants if he’s bigger than you, or he would let you do what you need to feel better.

-          I feel he´d try to prove how beautiful you are? But he also wouldn’t press it if your uncomfortable with it.

-          Would quietly cuddle you when you don’t feel good.

Lester Sinclair

-          Lester is also someone who knows what its like to be uncomfortable with himself, but it’s not because of appearance for Lester but because people look down on him.

-          He tries very hard to support you, and help you build your confidence.

-          He wouldn’t press you into doing stuff your uncomfortable with, but he´d be really supportive if you start to work out of your comfort zone very slowly.

-          Uses compliments all the time, and you can tell he really means them, so you don’t have to worry about him just saying it.

Billy Loomis

-          He doesn’t understand it on a personal level, but he tries.

-          When he sees you standing Infront of the mirror looking at yourself, he comes up behind you and hugs you close, murmuring quiet compliments into your shoulder.

-          Does small things to show he cares a lot, like get you sweets, kissing you to distract you when your thoughts stray, cuddle you close, etc.

-          Would chase off anyone who ever picks on you.

Stu Macher

-          Thinks your very hot, so he also finds your thighs very attractive.

-          He probably doesn’t really understand it, since Stu can be kinda lost sometimes, but he tries his best to make you feel better.

-          He brings you sweets and your comfort food when you aren’t feeling good.

-          He is your biggest cheerleader when you have days where you feel good as well.

-          Would buy you the clothes you feel comfortable with, or let you borrow his if you want.

-          Would show you off to the rest of your school, because he thinks you’re just so great.

Harry Warden

-          Harry doesn’t speak a lot after what happened in the mine, but he shows he cares physically.

-          He will hug you tight and kiss you all over when you aren’t feeling good.

-          Claps his hands and signs compliments when you wear your favorite clothes.

-          Brings you heart shapes candy, and makes heart shapes with his hands at you all the time, because he wants to help lighten your mood.

-          When he does speak, he whispers quiet loving words to you when you go to bed at night.

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Sinclair Brothers Au X Reader (F)

Highschool Au with the Sinclair Brothers. Fluff and Angst. Bo mentions sexual stuff but in a joking manner.

They have a crush on you while you're dating someone else.

SFW, Fluff, and Angst.

Bo Sinclair - Female Reader dating Lester

He hated this. His stinky, stupid little brother just had to bring his girlfriend over. You’re supposed to be his girlfriend. You just never got the memo.

Lester had the biggest smile on his face as you and him sat next to each other at the dinner table. Vincent wasn’t paying attention, too engrossed in his gumbo and comic book while Bo sat there shooting daggers at his brother. Thank god Bo is always in a pissy mood around his family, they thought nothing of his sneer.

Bo watched with fury whenever he caught Lester leaning in close to you. His brown eyes look at you with adoration. Could tell when Lester ran his hand up and down your thigh, thinking he was being slick. Amateur.

“Y’know, Y/N, ever since you’ve started dating Les, he’s been showering. See Trudy, told ya it’d take a girlfriend to get him to act human.” Lester went bright red and looked down in embarrassment.

“Victor! What you mean is it’s nice to see Lester so happy he’s just showing us all just how happy.” Trudy knew what Victor said was right, just it broke her heart to see Lester’s face fall at his words.

“Let’s hope it lasts,” Victor mumbled.

“It won’t,” replied Bo.

“Beauregard! Can you not?” Trudy fumed. Bo stood up from the table not wanting to be a part of the awkward tension that was dinner. He stole a glance at you as he walked away. He swore he saw it, that look. The look of “Please don’t leave.”

He lied in bed, not wanting to listen to your laughter downstairs, Lester singing your praises, how you both planned on going out Friday night for another date. Fuck.

That night it was Vincent who went to Check up on Bo. Your Twin will just know when something is off.

“She looked at me, y’know. I could read her eyes. She didn’t want me away from her.” Bo said with a smug knowing tone. Vincent shook his head and signed,

“She probably felt bad, felt awkward, it was her first time here.”

“Ya, well, let’s hope it’s her last.”

Vincent turned towards the door. He slumped his shoulders. Bo took in what Vincent was staring at. His stupid stinky little brother. Lester’s eyes, usually so vibrant, were downcast, a little glossy even.

“...Just because you hate her, Bo…” Lester couldn’t finish before he walked away from his older brothers, cursing himself for not sticking up for you.

Vincent gave Bo a knowing look and left.

Bo stewed on his bed, remembering when he first fell for you. Mrs. Power had partnered you up in science class. Bo wasn’t the best partner, he never did the work but he sure could make you laugh. When you first laughed at one of his jokes, be it from genuine humor or just being nice, Bo fell in love.

Then why didn’t he ask you out? Why did he have to date those other girls instead of you? Would be an ass to you in front of his friends but sweet on ya when it was just you and him. Why did Lester have to bug him at his lockers? Lester had immediately taken a shine to you right then and there. Why did you have to fall for his stupid stinky little brother, the one who used axe body spray like a shower? The weird one who collected roadkill and was friends with the employees at the dump.

How in the hell could his brother think he hated you. You. Warm, funny, kind you.

Bo doesn’t hate you. He wishes he did...

Lester Sinclair - Female Reader dating Metalhead Vincent

Lester made his way to Bo’s truck. Dodging past his peers and moving cars, Bo always parked the furthest away in the student parking lot. He wanted his car right at the exit so he could get the hell out of school asap.

“Hey, Bo!”

“Hey, Rat boy.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.”

“What? You are our Rat boy.” Lester hated his brother. But he was Lester’s ride home so he never pushed a disagreement too far.

The two stood in awkward silence just waiting. Bo broke the silence with a huff. “The Freak is probably three deep in her right now.” Normally Lester would laugh at such a crude remark but it involved you. He didn’t want to treat you as some faceless girl the guys joked about being ‘loose’

“That freak better hurry up, he has a doctor’s app in an hour. And Dad likes it when a patient gets there early. Crotchety old man…”

Lester just stood there, remembering the last skin graft surgery and how the skin didn’t take to Vincent at all. Vincent tried his best to hide the pain, the physical and mental, but late one night he could hear his brother sobbing a room away.

“You know since he started dating, Y/N, he’s been less nervous about these appointments. Fine by me, I can’t stand when his ass gets all moppy.”

Lester knew what Bo meant. Bo got just as nervous as Vincent and vice versa. It was some weird twin thing they shared.

“There’s the fucker!” Bo pointed you and Vincent out. Lester had seen you and Vincent countless times together and every time he saw you both it felt like the first time all over again. That twist in his gut and pain in his throat. He remembers the first time he saw you with Vincent. You were acting all shy around Vincent’s metalhead buddies. They kept patting Vincent on the back,

“Good job, man!”

“Didn’t think you’d get a cute one.”

“Hey, Y/N, got any friends?”

Vincent wore his wax facial prosthetic covering most of his face but Lester knew that his brother was as red as a tomato.

Lester remembers meeting you in geography class. In the same group tasked to map out the local park. You and Lester buddied up, mapping the wooded trail. “Oh, Lester look, frog bones!” You quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed at pointing out something so weird but Lester fell in love. A girl into vulture culture? Perfect. You and Lester looked around for more bones, finding none. You handed him the frog skull. “Here, a memento of this weird day.” You smiled as you said it, Lester knowing you wanted to say more but fear of sounding sappy took over you.

Lester should have known it was the beginning of the end of the night you stopped by to drop off his assignments after he had been sick with mono. Instead of Lester at the door greeting you, it was his long hair, covered in judas priest-like stud bracelets and, Metallica shirt-wearing brother.

“Hi, Vincent! Huh, these are for Lester, do you mind giving these to him?” Lester wanted to scream out to you but with his groggy state wouldn’t allow it. He had no idea what Vincent was attempting to say to you, Vincent could speak but it was horse and quiet. Lester fell back asleep, your laughter from downstairs should have been soothing, should have made him feel better, but knowing it was because of Vincent…

You and Vincent were hand in hand making your way to Bo’s truck. Bo wore a straight face while Lester hid his disdain. “Hey, Lester!” You shouted with a smile! Damn it, Lester tried to hide his blush, he turned his head around to make sure you didn't catch it.

“Y/N, wanna ride home? If so, hurry up, Candle Head has an appointment.”

Vincent flipped Bo off and helped you into the truck. You snuggled together in the back seat of the car, Vincent nuzzling into your hair and murmuring sweet nothings.

Bo gave Lester a look, smirking at Lester’s scowling.

Vincent grumbled as Bo pulled up to your place. He tapped Bo on the shoulder and Bo nodded, understanding his brother without words.

Vincent walked you to your door, his large hand holding yours. You kept looking up to Vincent, smiling and giggling.

“Les, you can stop scowling.” Said Bo.

Lester grumbled.

“If it helps you, do it for now. Just learn to get over it. Vincent has never been happier. When Candle Head is happy, I feel it. When he’s sad, I feel it. So just let Vincent have this. Besides, you chickened out on asking her.”

Lester ignored his brother and watched you and Vincent. “Oh shit, haha, Hey Candle Head! Nice one!” Bo shouted out the window to his brother, making Lester’s ear ring in the process.

Lester watched as Vincent removed some of his wax prosthetic and gave you a deep kiss. His stomach churned, his heart stopped, his head felt full and his left ear was still ringing.

Bo was right. Lester had chickened out. He had so many opportunities to ask you out but his insecurities got the best of him. He couldn’t be too mad, Vincent was happy for the first time in years. He’d learn to be happy for his brother, but not happy at losing out on you.

Vincent Sinclair - Female Reader dating Bo.

“Hey, Vin, want some? Vin?” Vincent stared intently, eye not leaving you. Lester spoke up “Hey, Candle Head?” Vincent whipped his head at his little brother, he had his prosthetic on but Lester knew he was scowling. “Hey, got yer attention. Want some of this?” Lester shoved a funnel cake in his brother's face. Before Vincent could react “Well, too bad, you’ll have to get yer own.”

God, Vincent hated his brother sometimes. Speaking of brothers. Bo had you under his arm, shouting over your head to one of his friends “Ya, see you later, no, much later, I’ll be busy!” He leaned down to kiss your cheek “Busy with you, Dollface.” Vincent loved your laughter, just hated when it was Bo who made you laugh.

“Hey, Candle Head, gotta fiver?”

“Bo, don’t call him that, it's mean.”

“It’s a family thing, Candle Head don't mind, right?”

“Stop it, Bo!”

Bo scoffed at you and sneered at Vincent. “I’m gonna bum us some food.” He said to you as he kissed you on the forehead. Bo slammed his shoulder into his brother as he walked by. Vincent stood firm, his wider frame feeling nothing against his brother.

Walking up to Vinny you placed your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for him. I know he’s your twin but he still doesn’t have to be that mean.” Vincent shrugged his shoulders, hands deep in his pockets. He fought the strong urge to pull you into him, hold your head into his chest and never let you go. He hated himself for being so sappy over you but he really couldn’t help it.

Vincent remembered when he first met you, the school library after class time. He was looking for an art history book. He saw you in the same aisle, grabbing scanning for what he remembers was ‘a book about frogs’ It was for your science class. Vincent walked over to you, did his best to speak, and ask what you needed. You excitedly told him, which shocked him. Mostly because, even though he talks to girls, they are never happy to talk to him. You rambled on and on to him, how annoyed you were at your stupid science partner, Bo. Vincent laughed, explaining to you that was his stupid brother.

“I feel like an ass. Sorry.” You sighed and hid your face behind your hands. Vincent assured you that it was okay and Bo is an asshole. If Bo was an asshole, why did you have to start dating him?

He remembers when Bo snapped at you in the hallway, the embarrassment was all over your face. Remembers when Bo stood you up on a date. You came into school the next day cussing out Bo. He called you a bitch and from that moment on he found a new sense of hatred for his twin.

“Hey, Candle Head, get yer own girlfriend, Babe, get over here.” Vincent gave you a sad look as you returned one to him. You ran into Bo’s arms and he spun you around, careful not to drop the red snow cone in his hand. “See, Babe, Red, so we both can enjoy it.” You giggled sweetly at him, he held it up to you, pushing it into your nose.

“Bo!” You scolded but laughed as he kissed the red juice off the tip of your nose.

Vincent’s feet felt like lead. He wanted nothing more than to walk away and not look at the gut-wrenching scene, but seeing you bashful and just got to Vincent. He’d give anything to have that be you and him. Give anything to go back to the day he met you and ask you out himself.

“Come on, Candle Head, we need one more person for the strawberry twirly ride thing,” Bo called out, gesturing for Vincent to follow. You turned to Vincent and grinned at him.

“Come on, Vinny!” For you, Vincent would follow. No matter how much it hurts.

[amarimaryllis]

I Do Not Think I Would (Bokuto x Reader)

Pairing: Bokuto/Reader

Prompt/Summary: The rational side of you tells you to leave, but for Bokuto Koutarou, you choose to stay. Alternatively, Bokuto Koutarou’s fangirls are ruthless.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Haikyuu Timeskip Spoilers

Note: I used she/her pronouns for the reader, Bold Italicized sentences are excerpts from the poem “Love is Not All” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Warnings: Mild Swearing, Mentions of self-hate, Mentions of insecurity, Bokuto has toxic fans

Part of A Sensitivity to Ephemera

You met Bokuto Koutarou in your 3rd year at Fukurodani, but you had known of his existence for longer. It was hard to not know of Bokuto Koutarou if you studied in Fukurodani. Hell, it was hard to not know of him if you studied in Tokyo in general. Aside from the fact that he was the embodiment of solar energy, Bokuto Koutarou also had a ton of admirers.

Fangirls

Fanboys.

And everything in between and beyond.

However, the first time you ever interacted with him was in Honda-sensei’s room. It was quick, a brief encounter that promised longer ones. Bokuto’s grades had been slipping, and you were his assigned tutor.

“Bokuto-san, this is L/N-san from Class 6.” Honda-sensei introduces you two briefly. “She’ll be tutoring you until your grades are back to… Satisfactory. I trust you to not give her a hard time.”

“Nice to meet you, L/N-san!” Bokuto bows briefly, the grin plastered on his face, unfading. However, there’s a sense of urgency in his stance, vibrating, itching to run off. Probably because he had volleyball training, and nothing in this world could keep Bokuto Koutarou from his beloved sport.

You didn’t know why, but your heart was beating a little bit faster than normal.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

After a few weeks of tutoring, Bokuto’s grades were slowly getting better. It wasn’t “satisfactory” yet, according to Honda-sensei, but you guys were getting there. As a celebration, right after volleyball practice, Bokuto drags you to the closest cafe and tells you to choose anything you want because it was “on him” as he enthusiastically stated.

“Bokuto-san, you didn’t have to.” You mumble bashfully as Bokuto sets a tray down and seats across from you.

“Don’t worry about it!” Bokuto grins as he slides the food over to you. “It’s the least I can do since you’ve been such a great tutor.”

A small smile makes its way to your face. “I guess I’ll take it then. Thank you for the food!”

As you eat, you can see Bokuto’s eyes continuously flitting back and forth between a spot on your face and away from it. He looked hesitant, but your sudden speaking urges him to reply.

“Is there anything on my face?” You furrow your brows, raising a hand to wipe at your cheek.

“Ah yeah, wait, not there.” Bokuto reaches over the table, a large hand cupping your cheek before he presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth and swipes to remove whatever it was on your face. “You had sauce on your face.”

Fire and ice could co-exist at once, you concluded. Because if it didn’t, then you would like to present yourself as evidence. You were frozen, but inside you, there was an inferno of different emotions swirling, sparked by a single touch on your skin.

That night, after Bokuto had walked you home and you had settled in for the night, you dreamt of black and white streaks paired with the brightest golden eyes. You let yourself dream. You knew that this was the closest you could get to him. The real world wasn’t as kind to you after all.

While you slept soundly, Bokuto walked home. It was raining, but it didn’t matter to him because as the rain drops onto his skin, he wished that it was your touch that fell upon him instead. And for a second as he imagines, it almost felt like it was.

And though he so desperately wished for it as he lied in bed, slumber never came. Instead, in its place, were a hundred different stories, a hundred different futures, a hundred different lifetimes, and they all ended with the sight of a bashful smile, and the prettiest eyes.

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

You gripped at your skirt tightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape your eyes. Fear gripped your chest as you watched Bokuto’s sleeping figure from your place on the chair beside the bed. There had been a small accident during Fukurodani’s practice match, a small collision, but it was enough to send him to the infirmary and you running after him.

It was stupid, you think to yourself. You had rushed to the clinic the moment your break started, and by the time you reached the room, you were a mess. The nurse only gave you a cheeky smile before she patted your back and said, “Don’t worry about your boyfriend. It’s a minor injury and it was probably just an ant bite for someone like him.”

Ant bites didn’t usually require sleep for recovery.

Also, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but you’d be the biggest liar on earth if you said that you didn’t want him to be. You were just his tutor. Sure you’d been tutoring him for a long time, and that was enough to form a friendship of sorts, but that was all you’ll ever be: a friend. So why were you acting like you were something more? Friends get concerned, they’ll drop by, check on you, go off once they realize it��s minor and you’re in good hands, and then wait for you to recover. They don’t stay, fussing, practically crying, and worrying over something so small.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that the sudden placement of a heavy palm on your head startles you.

Bokuto chuckles as he takes in your disheveled state. Your eyes are damp, your hair is slightly messed up, and your skirt is still tight in your grip, but even then, he still couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way you looked. “Hey hey hey, did I make you worry that much?”

You can’t help it. He’s recovering, you know that, but you couldn’t stop yourself from lunging at him and enveloping him in a hug. “I hate you so much. Promise me you’ll never make me worry like that ever again.”

Bokuto chuckles and you could feel the vibrations since you two were practically chest-to-chest. “If making you worry means you’ll hug me like this, then I don’t think I can make any promises.”

“Bokuto-san…” You attempt to pull away, but find yourself unable.

Sturdy arms wrap around your waist, and your frozen figure is pulled tighter against Bokuto’s body as he engulfs you with his larger frame. “Do you like me, Y/N-chan?”

You freeze.

Oh hell no.

Out of all the conversations in this world, this one was the one you did not want to have, especially not when you were emotionally vulnerable. You didn’t know if you had enough control over yourself to give the proper answers.

“What? No! I mean yes? You’re my friend, of course I like you.” Your fight or flight response to this conversation seems to have given you ample strength to pull away. You attempt to stand straight and face this problem head on, but your feet are pointing you towards the exit.

Ready to run. From this conversation. From your feelings. From rejection.

Bokuto raises a brow, a teasing grin on his face. “Oh, really?”

Contrary to popular belief (see: Honda-sensei), Bokuto Koutarou was not stupid. Very far from it. While he’s not academically gifted, he’s definitely smart on the people side of things.

You were an open book, and Bokuto was taking his time rereading every page.

“I…” You’re unable to answer, unable to find the words that would make the impending rejection hurt less.

“Well, if it helps—“ Bokuto sits up and sets his feet on the ground, lightly grabbing you to make you stand between his legs. “—I like you a lot.”

Your heart stops. Your world stops. Everything just stops. You’re gaping at Bokuto, mouth closing and opening as you try to find the proper words. You want to reply, eloquently, confidently, to save what’s left of your dignity, but you can only blink back at him.

You weren’t expecting this. Bokuto wasn’t expecting this.

A wave of uncertainty flashes through Bokuto’s eyes, and for a second, he wonders if he misread the situation. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same—“

“Wait, no! That’s—“ You take in a deep breath, attempting to calm your racing heart as you try to find your next words. For someone who usually kept a level head, you sure weren’t acting like it. “That’s not it at all. I just… Are you sure?”

Bokuto is confused. He could understand the words individually. He could understand the sentence too, but he couldn’t understand its relevance in this context. What did you mean by ‘are you sure?’. Would he tell you if he wasn’t? Why wouldn’t anyone be sure about you? I mean, it’s you.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?” Bokuto grabs your hand, and he laces his fingers through yours.

You don’t answer as you attempt to arrange your whirlwind of insecurity into one coherent sentence that could sum it all up. You didn’t want to burden him with an entire monologue of self-deprecation, but you couldn’t find a way to express the years of insecurity into one sentence that could do that feeling justice.

Bokuto sees this, and his heart breaks for a second. He was familiar with it. He knew those feelings all too well.

Uncertainty.

Doubt.

Self-Hatred.

“Can I kiss you?” Bokuto blurts out, and as he watches you get flustered, he thinks that this is a much better look on you compared to the one you were previously wearing.

You don’t speak. You just nod.

With that, Bokuto grabs you by the waist and reaches up to press his lips against yours.

It was Bokuto who broke the kiss, breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours. It was almost as if you had taken his breath away to breathe a new life into him with a simple kiss. You can feel his warm breath against your lips, his calloused hands gripping at your waist, and at the same time, you feel nothing. Maybe this is what it felt like to know of everything and nothing all at once. Hyperaware of every feeling, every part of your body that was connected to his, but at the same time you felt weightless, floating on a plane that didn’t seem to exist on earth.

“Can I do that again?” Bokut asks with a grin.

You don’t answer, simply grabbing at his collar and smashing your lips against his.

That was how your love story with Bokuto Koutarou started.

And you wish it ended there.

It well may be that in a difficult hour,

Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

Bokuto’s fans were ruthless.

Bokuto’s fans are ruthless.

The toxic fangirls? Even more so.

Not all of them are terrible to you, some are kind, but there are enough bad apples that you start wanting to run away the moment you see the tree. His fangirls during highschool only ever went as far as gossipping and making snide remarks, but now that you were older and Bokuto was part of the MSBY Black Jackals, they had gotten worse.

Facebook? You don’t spend time there anyway.

Instagram? You’ve always avoided that place.

Twitter? Ah, good luck.

People are ruthless when they hide behind a screen and a fake name. Anonymity has a way of sparking bravery in even the most sheltered souls. There wasn’t a single tweet on your account that had no comment telling you how you’re not good enough, how Bokuto probably only stayed out of pity, how he’d probably break up with you soon, how they could make him happier than someone like you ever could.

Bokuto doesn’t know. He doesn’t have to know. You don’t want to tell him.

You’re never going to tell him.

It’s pathetic, you think to yourself. You’re afraid that if Bokuto saw these comments, the rose-colored glasses he wore would shatter. You were afraid that these tweets would tip him off the edge and plunge him into the sea of realization. The realization that he could do so much better than someone like you.

You were tired. So tired that you just want to give in to the comments and leave. It’s logical, after all. Bokuto would find someone much better than you. He’d go off, marry a girl deserving of him, and she’ll give him a family, a future, and a life worthy of someone like him. And you? You’d be free. Alone, heart destroyed beyond repair, but free. You could move on, move away, move as far as you could: out of sight, out of mind. It was so easy.

Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,

But you couldn’t.

The only thing you could do was stare at the tweets that dissected each and every single one of your insecurities and laid it bare, waved it around freely for the world to see and judge. You could only let the tears fall as the laptop screen glared back at your face. Everything is numb and you don’t feel like yourself as you scroll through every single comment and find yourself agreeing with each and every single one.

Sobs wrack throughout your body as it all becomes too much.

You’re too weak to stay, too weak to leave. So where do you go? Where the hell are you supposed to place yourself in this world when it feels like everything is going against you? Why was the world doing this to you? Why did it have to be you? You weren’t strong enough for this. You weren’t good enough for this, you never were, never are, and never will be--

“Love?”

You immediately slam the laptop shut and throw the covers over your body as if you had been there the whole time instead of sitting at the edge of the bed and crying over comments.

“Hey…” The side of the bed sinks. “Bad day?”

The fucking worst. You thought to yourself, but you only shook your head before burying your head deeper into the covers of your shared bed.

“Don’t wanna talk about it?” You can hear the worry in Bokuto’s voice as he places his hand on your waist over the blanket, rubbing up and down to soothe you.

Some part of you finds the courage to speak, and the words tumble out of your mouth faster than your brain can process them. “Why are you still with me?”

“Because I love you.” Bokuto doesn’t hesitate as he looks at your still-covered figure.

“What if you stop?” You mumble, but it was loud enough for Bokuto to hear,

“Not possible.” Bokuto gently pries the blankets away from you, uncovering your form that was curled up into a fetal position.

“But— Just—“ You turn the other way, unable to look at him. “What if you do?”

“Like I said—” You can feel the mattress behind you dip lower, sturdy arms moving to wrap around your waist as Bokuto nuzzles his face into your nape. “—not possible.”

With that, the tears start flowing once more.

You bury your face into the pillow, not wanting to show Bokuto because you knew that the sight of you crying wasn’t something he liked. He hated seeing you in distress, and he hated that the only thing he could do was talk you through it and comfort you.

“Hey hey hey…” Bokuto pulls away and makes you sit up straight before he sits against the headboard and pulls you to sob into his chest. “Where’s this coming from? What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s wrong.” You spat angrily, your grip on his shirt tightening. Anger at yourself, anger at the universe, all summed up in a single sentence. “Nothing ever goes right anymore, and I’m just—“

Your speaking is interrupted as another wave of sobs. “I’m so tired.”

You can feel Bokuto freeze, his hand that was rubbing your back stopping as he takes in your words. “Of what?”

“Everything.” You murmur, your grip on Bokuto’s shirt loosening as you press your forehead against his neck. “Just everything.”

“Does that include me?” You can hear Bokuto’s voice waver as his grip around you gets weaker. “Are you… Are you breaking up with me?”

You’re silent for a while. Was this it? Was the universe making the choice for you?

Whatever it was, you take it.

You pull away and look down, unable to stare into Bokuto’s eyes. You didn’t know if you could pull through if you could see the look on his face as you say your next words. “If it means that it will all stop, then maybe I should.”

Bokuto’s heart shatters, and his world follows in its footsteps. He can feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He knew you had been acting off the past few days, but he gave you some space so that you could sort it out until you were ready to finally approach him. But this? He wasn’t prepared for this.

“Why?” There’s a painful tug at your chest as you hear Bokuto speak in such a broken tone. “Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.” You cringe inwardly at your statement. Of all the things you could’ve said, you just had to say the most overused line in all of break-up history. “Bokuto, you—“

“It’s Kou.” You can hear Bokuto’s voice crack at the end. “It’s not Bokuto to you, Y/N. It’s Kou. Whatever it is just tell me, please I can fix it—“

“I’m the problem, okay?!” You couldn’t stop yourself from raising your tone, standing up from the bed to distance yourself from Bokuto. “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. They’re right when they say that you could do so much better than me—“

You’re cut off as a sob pulls itself from your chest. Your chest is tight, your head is throbbing. Your legs are shaky and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling to your knees as you continue to cry. “I-I just… I know I don’t, but I-I’m so tired of b-being constantly r-reminded that I’m never g-going to be enough.”

“Y/N, none of that is true. Who told you that?” Bokuto’s tone gives away the pain he was feeling, but there was a hint of anger underneath it all.

You don’t answer, shaking your head, continuing to sob as Bokuto moves from the bed to kneel in front of you.

“Love, who told you that?” Bokuto places a comforting hand on your thigh as his other hand lightly grabs you by the chin to make you look at him.

“Everyone.” You wondered how pathetic you looked in his eyes right now. “Not a single day passes by where I’m not reminded by your fans. It’s stupid to keep listening to them, but they’re right—“

Bokuto cuts you off with a brief kiss, just enough to shut you up to give him a chance to speak as he moves to cup your cheek in his palm. “No, they’re not. They never will be.”

You don’t reply. You don’t argue, but you don’t agree either.

“Don’t break up with me, please.” Bokuto cups your face with both of his hands, occasionally brushing his thumb over your cheek as he presses his forehead against yours. “You mean the world to me. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are, and I know you don't believe that.”

You sob at that, and Bokuto is quick to press a kiss against your forehead and pull you into his chest. “If I have to spend my entire life reminding you of that then I will.”

I might be driven to sell your love for peace,

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

Bokuto hovers over you, his arms on either side of your holding him up as he looks at you with the most lovestruck look you’ve ever seen on someone.

“You’re perfect.” Bokuto whispers against your lips before he presses a searing kiss against your lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

Bokuto presses his weight against yours, pulling your bodies closer to each other as he continues to kiss you breathless. You wrap your arms around his neck, an attempt to blur the boundaries of skin, muscle, and bone that separate your soul and his. He pulls you closer against him, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your hips as he trails his kisses down your neck and every expanse of skin that was laid bare for him.

“I love you so much.” Bokuto whispers repeatedly against your skin between every kiss he puts on you. “So much.”

As you laid beside Bokuto, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face nuzzling into his bare chest, the thoughts of ever leaving slowly become more distant and fade away into oblivion. His chest rises and falls, and you find your breathing slowly matching his as you observe his sleeping face, peaceful, unbothered by all the troubles of the world beyond your bedroom.

You smile to yourself. All rational thought tells you to leave, but for Bokuto Koutarou...

It well may be. I do not think I would.

A/N: That’s two parts of the collection down, and three more to go! This one was supposed to be the lightest out of the five, but my finger slipped so... Whoops? HAHAHAGDHDHSJHS Anyway, I hope you guys like this one! 💖

[slashnatic]

@marvelfan256 i finally did it! this is soo short and i’m also not completely happy with how this turned out, i’m so sorry! i hope this is still okay :) i mostly stuck with the ‘granny wants grandchildren’ thing for some reason. aaand i gave the siblings genders (s/n stands for your sister’s name btw) because writing for people without them having a gender is kinda difficult for me, i hope that’s cool with you :)

Bo Sinclair: Imagine

Bo ran a hand through his hair, sighing nervously. Sure, he was a charmer, he got along with almost everybody if he wanted to, but this was something else. You were something else. Your relationship was getting pretty serious, which was wonderful, but of course that also meant that at some point he had to meet your family. He was mostly positive this would work out just fine, but a little doubt was there nevertheless. You nudged him with your elbow, trying to get him out of his thoughts. When he looked at you a mocking grin was spread across your face. “Nervous, Mister?” He huffed, but couldn’t help the smile on his face. “What can I say, darlin’? Don’t wanna fuck this up.” In that very moment the door opened, revealing the face of your mother. A laugh escaped her lips, since she had heard what Bo had said. You joined in on her laughter. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be just fine.”

Not long after, all of you sat at the table, chaotically discussing this and that. While you had talked about a lot of things, marriage was your current topic. “All I’m saying is that I don’t wanna put up with all that trouble, okay?” “Oh, shut up, S/N, just because you’re single again! If you would’ve kept that boy things would be looking different!”, you defended yourself. “Enough”, your mother piped up, ”I’m married and it worked out just fine, you idiots. Doesn’t mean it would work out the same for you-“, but she didn’t get to finish her sentence as she then was interrupted by her mother. “I’m going with Y/N...Y/N and that young man right here, they should get married.” Bo had followed the chaotic conversation as best as he could, stating his opinion whenever it was fitting. He had enjoyed himself so far and it almost felt as if he caught up on all the family events he never got to experience. Now he violently coughed, after almost spitting his drink. You were laughing hysterically and gave your grandmother a playfully criticizing look. “Am I not right? You’re getting old, Y/N! Time’s running out!” You chuckled awkwardly. Maybe she was right. You weren’t getting old yet, no, but children would be nice. You tried to come up with a response to help both yourself and Bo out of the situation, but your thoughts were interrupted by your boyfriend’s voice. “No need to worry, we’re takin’ care of that.” A smile was on his lips as he watched the discussion start again, but this time he wasn’t listening. He turned around to face you, arm around your waist, squeezing your hip. There was a glow in his eyes you had never seen before. His voice was a quiet whisper when he spoke up. “What do you say, babygirl? Huh?”

Lester Sinclair: Imagine

Lester had greeted your family with a smile on his face and a hug for every member who accepted one. Now you sat together in the backyard, his arm around your waist. The dinner had been a bit of a struggle for Lester, since he was used to roadkill or whatever cheap canned food Bo would drag along, but he had put on his best poker face and happily chatted with the rest of your family. You hadn’t worried too much about them liking him, but now you were sure. Grinning you followed the current conversation between him and your grandmother. “Nah, I think we gon’ have our own army...our own lil’ army of lil’ Y/Ns and lil’ Lesters.” She looked at him in disbelief and you started laughing. “He’s only joking, granny!” “Ay, am I darlin’?” He looked at you with a cheeky smile on his face. “The way you’re looking at each other it almost looks like you’re working on building up that army right now!”, your brother shouted as he came up behind you. “Jealous?”, you asked, giving him a challenging smirk. “Ha! You’re funny. I’m ashamed, that’s what I am. You want to breed?” “Jokes on you, fucker, we have the same genetics!” But his attention wasn’t on you anymore. “Man, are you sure about that?” The question was directed at Lester. It was in a playful manner, but you knew he was testing him. Lester only flashed him his most charming smile and nodded. “Nothin’ rather than that.” To you it seemed like he was just adapting to his surroundings, that this was his way to engage in conversation without being awkward, but the truth was, he wanted that little army. And although you didn’t really know at that moment, you wanted that too. And you’d have it.

Vincent Sinclair: Imagine

“Get your filthy hands off my plate, bitch!” You tried to shield your plate from your sister, but to no avail. Vincent chuckled next to you, before he shyly but quickly pulled your plate away from her, making her glare at him playfully. “Ohh! We’ve got a protector over here!” You could practically sense his insecurity, until your sister started laughing. He chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. “You’re giving me a run for my money!”, your brother exclaimed, to which Vincent only gave him a thumbs up, earning unanimous laughter. You gently stroked his hand under the table, trying to calm him down, but not wanting it to be too obvious. You knew he wouldn’t like that. He already felt uncomfortable having an extra part because he didn’t eat. He didn’t want to stick out for being so fucking nervous too. You gave him a reassuring smile before turning to your grandmother, asking for the biscuits. “Girl, aren’t you stuffed already?” You decided to just eat, ignoring what she had said. You can decide for yourself how much you’re eating, goddammit! “You’re eating for two...aren’t you?” Silence fell over the dinner table, the only one making a sound was your sister, trying to surpress her giggles. “There we go...” “No, I’m not eating for two, grandma.” You knew this would be coming at some point and normally this would have been funny too, but you had never discussed anything alike with Vincent. You weren’t prepared for his reaction either. He gently placed his hand on your belly, rubbing softly. When you looked at him, you could see the amused look in his eyes. “See, girl, this is on you now...” But you didn’t listen any longer, your mind was somewhere else. Seems like meeting the family opened up a whole new world.

[rosaliekali]

Hi, I want to get into writing for Ikevamp but I only know so much about characters that are not released in English. So I was wondering if you could give me a brief explanation of all 15 Ikevamp guys personalities.

I don’t play JP but I can try my best. Starting with the ones we know and working down. Here is a word-vomit of what I have inferred their characters are and what I’ve seen people translate. 

Obviously HUGE, HUGE spoilers for unreleased routes and Act 2.

REALLY, REALLY LONG post under cut.

Napoleon: Napoleon’s personality is a little more subdued and hidden by teasing. He’s confident with his MC and calls her affectionately ‘nunuche’. He has an uproarious laughter that begins with a ‘snnnnrk’ and will tease MC incessantly if the ‘bear in her stomach’ growls. He also has a habit of sleeping in until the afternoon and will instinctually kiss anyone who wakes him up without a care as to who they are (and has kissed everyone in the mansion at least once).  When he’s with MC, he tends to be teasing of her and likes to spend time together. He’s the kind of ‘cool guy’ personality you expect coming from an Otome Game. I’d kind of compare him to a mixture of Alyn from MidCin except not as abrasive and Ray from IkeRev in terms of affectionate but still ‘cool’. He is best friends with Jean and Isaac.

Mozart: Mozart starts off very cool and aloof with his MC. He openly tells his MC that he hates her and finds her a nuisance. It takes him a while to open up to MC and realize he actually has a crush on her. Once they begin dating, he becomes very affectionate with her calling her ‘min schatz’, ‘his treasure’, or ‘his muse’. He tends to be closed off with the others but he is open with his MC and tends to have a pretty high sex drive with her. His personality is comparable to that of Louis from MidCin and Jonah from IkeRev. They both start off cold with their MC but end up becoming very affectionate in the end and are all perfectionists who detest messes and germs. He is best friends with Jean.

Leonardo: Leonardo is poised as the ‘older’ LI type. He calls his MC ‘cara mia’ and loves to tease her. He is more experienced than she is due to his age and is definitely very experienced / has a high sex drive as well. He tends to tease his MC more often and MC often feels like he has the advantage in the relationship because he can tease her relentlessly but he tends to be oblivious to her seduction efforts. He ends up falling in love with MC very early on and states that she is the only woman that he has ever loved and will ever love from then on. He does not ever want MC to become a vampire and tells her he would rather spend the rest of her life with her and keep her as is. His personality is that of Sirius in terms of the ‘older lover’ trope and perhaps Nobunaga from IkeSen although I don’t play it. He is best friends with Comte although he does tend to hang out with Isaac from time to time.

Arthur: Arthur is a little more of a complex character. At first glance, he’s a flirt who pretty much sleeps with a new girl (or multiple at the same time) every night and loves to be bold and unapologetically seductive, although more lurks under the surface. Deep down, he’s actually very insecure and traumatized from his time as a doctor not being able to save his patients. He sleeps with women to stave off the nightmares and ends up falling for MC early on in his route although he thinks she will never like him back because he essentially ‘assaulted’ her earlier. With his MC, he is very flirty and very seductive as well as starved for attention. He repeatedly tells her he will not do so much as look at another woman while with her, says they don’t interest him anymore, and likes to be confident in the fact that she is his although a part of him still worries she will leave him. His personality is like that of Leo from MidCin in terms of flirty but affectionate, and he has a VERY HIGH sex drive. He also doesn’t like Sherlock Holmes, his own character, because he is better than what Arthur seems himself as even though they have the same observational and intelligent deductive nature. He is best friends with Theo.

Vincent: Vincent is described as the ‘angelic’ LI in the game. He is very kind and sweet most willing to lend MC an ear when she needs it. He treats everyone he meets with kindness and is known to even draw the darker characters to his side because of his sweet personality. He’s a little oblivious when it comes to love and relationships, I think Theo alludes to the fact that he’s never been in love before, and he falls for MC pretty quickly but takes a bit to realize. When he and MC begin a relationship, he is very affectionate and wants to spend a lot of time together. He’s also very forgiving of other characters that have wronged him and likes to see the best in people. He is best friends with Shakespeare and Theo.

Isaac: Isaac is an unreleased English route (next on the schedule). He is very abrasive upon first meeting MC because he’s so painfully introverted. He gets tormented by Dazai and Arthur who have made him their favorite target of jokes. He tends to be more quiet and reclusive and has trouble expressing himself with others. The people around him like Leonardo have to clarify what he means to MC sometimes because he comes off sounding harsh although he’s actually a very kind person. He was known as ‘old, friendless Newt’ when he was alive because he never really had any friends and is a genius who is most often found with Napoleon teaching the kids down at the town or with Leonardo messing with things trying to fix them. A lot of his event stories show him trying to be more open with MC because he wants to be a better lover and is self conscious about how he comes off to her. He’s also hinted at being a beast because he drinks more blood than the other LIs and is a little more sex driven than the others. I’d compare his personality to Luka in terms of shyness, but he’s a lot more closed off and quiet than Luka and definitely more abrasive. He also hates apples and his apple-falling story and will become very upset if brought up. He is friends with Napoleon and Leonardo (and Dazai and Arthur despite how he complains about them).

Jean: Jean is a more complex character who is hardly ever seen on screen. He’s very quiet and unexpressive preferring to spend time on his own. He hates himself as a vampire and sees himself as something vile. While he took Comte’s offer on becoming a vampire, he didn’t realize what it would mean to accept the offer of immortality. For this reason, he hates Comte and refuses to even acknowledge him often times or do favors for him. He is friends with Mozart and Napoleon. He appreciates Mozart because they’re both quiet and can simply spend time together without needing chatter and Napoleon because they’re both soldiers and train together. He is hinted at suffering from depression and self-hatred and goes as far as to starve himself of blood because he wants to die. In Mozart’s route, he is shown to have a gun capable of killing vampires and refuses to answer why when asked although we can all guess why. In his route, I’ve heard he tries to push MC away for the grand majority of it until they eventually date and he asks her to kill him / stop him(?) if he ever becomes the monster he fears he is. He’s just very quiet and very self-doubting tending to keep everyone at an arm’s distance. I’d compare him to Louis in terms of aloofness but he’s definitely a lot more quiet and less rude / cold.

Theo: Theo is Vincent’s younger brother and described as the ‘devil’ to Vincent’s ‘angel’. He is rude, abrasive, and does not bite his tongue. He calls MC ‘knabbeltje’ (morsel) to remind her that she is food in a mansion full of vampires and ‘hondje’ (dog) to needle her. While friends with Arthur, he detests his ‘skirt chasing’ ways and is very cold / harsh when rejecting any women that want to get near him. It takes him a long while to open up to his MC, but, when he does, he is shown to be a very kind person. In his route, he lies to MC telling her that they are NOT vampires so that she will not be afraid while she has to stay with them and actually is shown to look out for her even outside of his route. He only pretends to be rude and condescending because he wants people to compare him to Vincent and like Vincent more. He was their parent’s favorite while Vincent went ignored and this has made him feel very guilty so he purposefully makes himself seem as worse as possible to make sure Vincent looks better. Really, he’s very emotionally mature when it comes to relationships and is very respectful of MC as a lover although he still teases her and likes to rile her up by mocking her. He acts as Arthur and Vincent’s wingman / relationship counselor and isn’t afraid to call them (mainly Arthur) out when they do something to offend MC in their own routes. I’d compare him to Kyle from IkeRev in terms of abrasive but very emotionally mature although he is much more cold than Kyle. 

Shakespeare: Will is the ‘yandere’ of the LIs and the main villain in the Act 1 arc. He is one of the first people, if not the first, Comte brought back and used to live in the mansion before he had a falling out with Comte and left. He is the only person that can get under Comte’s skin and he hates Leonardo. He has paired up with Vlad and seeks to write a tragedy starring whatever LI MC is with and herself. Deep down, he is very self conscious of how he ranks with the other Mansion Residents because he sees them all as geniuses in their own rights, but sees himself as something inferior to them. He has a particular way of speaking, speaks in poetry which I’d recommend using a Shakespeare translator when writing for him, and cannot see out of one eye. With MC, he is cold at first but has a way of masking it by making himself sound polite. He does not think much of her at first, thinks she is like any other girl out there, but ends up realizing she’s much more and falling in love with her. He states numerous times that he would love to lock her up somewhere where only he can see her and keep her for himself. The other characters (minus Vincent and Comte depending on the day) dislike / openly hate (like Theo and Leonardo) him and try to keep MC away from him. I think people have compared him to Kenshin from IkeSen although I don’t play the game.

Comte: Comte is the father figure of the mansion and a very complex character. He is the one who brought back all the residents using a magical door. Upon first glance, he is very sophisticated and a true gentleman, but Leonardo tells MC he used to be a wild child who would ‘smoke like a chimney’ and get into random fights back in the day. He is childhood friends with Vlad and they both decided to bring back historical men as vampires in order to ensure their talents are still used to further humanity. However, now he and Vlad do not speak because they had a falling out a long time ago and Comte took the door from him. Comte is hinted at having fallen in love with MC in every route although he tries hard to push her away in his own route. Deep down, he is a very lonely character and has seen centuries worth of humans he has cared about die. He tries to keep MC away from him at first because he is tired of falling in love only to lose someone to time. He rejects MC at first in his route but slowly falls in love and lets himself be open to her. In the end, he becomes a very affectionate LI and realizes that he should value the time he has with her rather than keep her away. Comte also wants to turn MC into a vampire and has offered to turn her in other routes if that is what she wishes. He sees no problem with turning MC or any other human. He tends to show his affection economically showering her with gifts and loves to go shopping with her so that he can purchase whatever she likes for her. The other characters have called him ‘daddy’ as a joke and he takes care of them economically as well (giving Arthur an allowance when he asks) and anything else they want that he can buy without complaint (unless its Leonardo because then he’ll call him a ‘drain on his resources’ and complain about spending money on him). 

Dazai: Dazai is the next character up on the JP game. He and Comte are the first two members of the Act 2 story line and are very cryptic. Dazai presents himself as the ‘class clown’ upon first meeting and seems to always be smiling and upbeat. He loves to tease Isaac with apples and often teams up with Arthur to rile him up although Arthur does not like him as a friend outside of that. Upon meeting MC, he pretends not to remember her name and instead calls her by several random Japanese names. In truth, he does remember her name and grows close to her, but he does not want her anywhere near him. Dazai is a very lonely character who suffered from horrific depression in life that culminated in him taking his own life, and, for that reason, cannot see himself as anyone desirable to anyone. He thinks MC is a very kind and upbeat person that would have to give up too much if she were with him, so he’d rather she stay far away. He does, however, spend time telling the children in town stories and does tend to step in and counsel MC or her LI in some routes if they’re willing to hear him out. Like Arthur, he is a writer and spends his time writing in the mansion, but he gets very upset if MC reads his stories because they are too dark for someone like her. He also tends to look after MC and the others worrying over their well-being when they are in danger and watches after MC specifically whenever Shakespeare gets too close. Really, he’s a complex character with a lot of layers and sadness. He might look upbeat and carefree upon first meeting, but the reality is anything but.

Sebastian: Sebastian is the only human at the mansion asides from MC. His real name is Akihiko (Akihiki?) Saitou. He is from Japan like MC and is a historian who is obsessed with history and keeps a record of the residents and what goes on in their daily lives. He greatly admires Napoleon and Leonardo and gets very excited when they compliment him or show they admire him as well. With MC, he tends to be very teasing and slightly distant. He is in charge of the chores with MC and is shown to order MC around and teases her when she gets something wrong. He is prone to flicking her on the forehead whenever she makes a mistake (MC calls him a tyrant as a result of his disciplining her), yet he does like MC and is willing to lend her an ear when she needs someone to listen or some advice. The others seem to have a lot of faith in him and he is the one running the mansion by keeping up to date with everyone’s meals, routines, habits, and needs. Really, he’s a kind character deep down once you get past the abrasive, cold, and teasing remarks. He also loves to tease MC and her LI in other routes and will root for her to get with the person she ends up with especially if its Napoleon. He is Comte’s confidante and is often found with Comte or doing chores.

Vlad: Vlad is the main villain in the IkeVam series. While Shakespeare is the villain in Act 1, Vlad is the true villain behind the curtain. He and Comte used to be old friends before Vlad traveled to the future and saw that humanity had destroyed itself. From then on, he decided he wanted to bring back famous historical figures and use them to fix / save humanity. However, unlike Comte who brought them back with freedom and with a desire to form a family unit with them, Vlad wants to enslave them to make sure they obey him and will work to save humanity. Vlad is shown to be very polite and kind although distant at first meet, but darkness lurks beneath the surface. In actuality, he sees everyone around him as tools to be used and hates weaknesses in any form. If someone or something is weak, he will discard them because his plans to save humanity have no room for disobedience and error. He runs a flower shop which MC has stumbled into independently (and I think Vincent too?). He appears to be a very sweet character and polite in the beginning but he is very aloof in actuality and, although he likes MC, he will not hesitate to use her to hurt Comte. He has brought back other historical figures in the past like Comte using a door that he has, but they come back incompletely or insane because he does not care to bring them back properly. He also is the one that brought back Napoleon and presumably brought Charles and Faust back since they both call him ‘His Excellency’ or ‘My Lord’. On a lighter note, he loves strawberries and loves gardening with a field of sunflowers that he and Comte used to hang out in being his favorite spot, and, like Comte, loves humanity deeply.

Charles: Charles is the second ‘yandere’ in the series and the former executioner of Marie Antoinette and King Louis XVI. However, he hates the fact that he used to be an executioner and goes simply by ‘Charles’ now. He is a doctor as a vampire and is shown to be very sweet and flirtatious. Like Arthur, he too goes home with a new girl every other night and flirts with MC upon first meeting her, but he tends to use a ‘sweeter’ and more ‘innocent’ flirting approach like Loki from IkeRev than Arthur’s more seductive flirting techniques. Upon first meeting MC, he falls in love with her right away and asks her multiple times in different events to ‘take him home’. However, his sweeter nature hides some darkness beneath. Like Shakespeare, he is a yandere and obsesses over MC. I’ve said before I consider him to be more dangerous than Shakespeare because, when Shakespeare is caught as a villain and Vincent / MC realize he has been using them, he drops the act-Charles keeps it going for much longer. Plus, Charles is not above kidnapping MC and tricking her into thinking that he is her lover (as was seen by an event story-although the premise of it was ‘horror’ so it may have been exaggerated) and is better at hiding his obsessive nature than Shakespeare. He’s more often seen with Faust and calls him ‘doctor’ although Faust doesn’t seem to be very close to him. He greatly admires Vlad and calls him ‘My Lord’ and will do his bidding although he does think it would be great if Vlad and Comte could get along and both sets of vampires could be friendly. 

Faust: Faust is the final character in the Act 2 storyline. Faust is a doctor / pastor who works in the local church. He comes off as extremely cold-hearted and harsh when first meeting him. He sees people as guinea pigs and would love to dissect MC or any of the other vampires if he could to experiment on them. He is based off of Johann Georg Faust, the alchemist, and is a ‘doctor’ with a great intrigue in human experimentation. There is an old legend about him trading his soul with the devil for immortal life which is ironic considering the fact he serves in a church. He has a very harsh outlook of religion and does not like the christian god or the christian church thinking that both are useless and religion isn’t worth the faith people have in it. However, while all these things make him seem harsh, he is hinted at being a kind character deep down. He looks after the orphanage as a member of the church and does seem to have some sort of soft spot for children. He also may abhor religion, but he does allow people to take comfort in him as a priest / pastor? when they need it. In one event story, he listened to a teenager’s confession of robbery and ‘forgave him’ for his sin because the teenager had just lost his father and needed comfort. Really, when it comes to young children, he is shown to be kind-ish although he still acts very harsh and aloof. He falls for MC slowly and without even realizing it with his first birthday story event showing him smiling at the thought of her without knowing. Meanwhile, when it comes to the other characters particularly Vlad and Comte, Faust seems to have some respect for Vlad, calling him ‘His Excellency’ but he isn’t the loyal follower Charles is. He tends to be more cold with Vlad and has remarked that he doesn’t care what happens to the ‘old men’ (Comte and Vlad) or which side wins as long as he has guinea pigs to examine.

[elisaphoenix13]

Unstable Mentality

His mind had been spiraling downward lately. Not that it was a rare occurrence, but he couldn't seem to get himself out of his slump. Every little thing made him feel even worse about himself to the point that he finally asked himself that question.

Why did Tony bother with him?

It didn't stop there. The why's kept coming and it chipped away at his confidence little by little. Why was he Sorcerer Supreme? Why did Peter look up to him as a parental figure? He wasn't the only one either. All of the Avengers kids unofficially made him their collective mom, and Laura and Maggie never worried if Stephen was home. He just didn't know why. How could they trust him so explicitly with their children? He could barely protect his own family. A family he didn't deserve in the first place.

Stephen's hands shake at the thought.

He really didn't deserve Tony and Peter, and they definitely deserved better than him. They deserved someone who wasn't gone days on end and only came home to sleep, someone who could do something as mundane as writing his name on a piece of paper, someone they could trust would never let them go. What if a scenario like that happened? What if they were helpless, either without a suit or low on web fluid, and Stephen had to keep them from falling? With his hands, he wouldn't be able to hold them for long and that thought terrified him. He could be the reason Tony or Peter get seriously injured or even killed because his blasted hands weren't strong enough to hold onto what he cared about most.

He had the nightmares. They always left him waking with silent tears and he would always leave the room so he didn't bother Tony. The man had his own nightmares to deal with, and he asked FRIDAY to delete any footage of the doctor working through his terror before going back to bed. He always went to the roof during these moments, no matter what the weather was like.

"Umm...do you need help with that?"

Stephen looks up from the water bottle he realizes he had been staring at for the past ten minutes and he silently shakes his head. He would open it himself no matter how long it took. He didn't want to have to keep relying on his family. Besides, he was supposed to help Peter, not the other way around. Stephen was the doctor. He took care of his family. He soothed them through nightmares and patched them up whenever they got hurt on patrol or a mission. He made sure they ate and slept properly.

Vishanti help him, he would open this bottle of water by himself.

"Mom...?"

Stephen fumbles with the water bottle. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Fine." Stephen snaps, and immediately wishes his could take back the tone he had used when the teen flinches. It wasn't Peter's fault he was feeling the way he was.

Before he could even apologize though, Peter's shoulders had sagged and he left the kitchen, unknowingly leaving Stephen to spiral even farther into his depression. Now he was starting to push people away and he didn't even mean to. Stephen was going back to his old ways, and if he kept it up, he would lose everyone he held dear.

Maybe it was better that way?

Maybe it was better to move back to the Sanctum. With how often he's been home lately, Tony and Peter probably wouldn't even notice if he stopped coming to the tower. He felt like he was freeloading. It didn't matter that he was married to Tony, and what a mistake that had been on the engineer's part. Stephen was a mess. Why did he want to marry the sorcerer in the first place? Why did he move in?

Why, why, why?

Why was he even still here? He could open a portal and be back at the Sanctum in seconds and no one would be the wiser. He was alone in the kitchen.

FRIDAY would know though...and Victor for that matter. He could always give them one last command to delete footage of him leaving and not tell anyone that he had left. But he didn't. No matter how much he questioned why Tony and Peter would want him, he didn't want to leave. He had a family. He may feel insecure about his ability to protect them, but he still loved them. If he left, he really couldn't protect them and that would only add to his guilt.

Stephen frowns at the thought and attempts to open the bottle of water again, just to throw it down onto the counter in frustration when he fails again. These damn hands. They're were barely good enough for magic. Something the team wouldn't lack if he did leave. They still had Wanda and Loki for that. Maybe only Stephen could create portals, but what help was that really? He was a doctor...but so was Bruce. A parent? Tony had that covered.

What was his purpose here?

"Stephen?"

The sorcerer looks up from his vacant stare at the island counter to look at Tony. When he found concern, it only made him feel worse. He had worried them again. Useless. His next words were out of his mouth before he could properly process them.

"I want a divorce."

Tony gapes for a few moments and quickly recovers himself as he waves his hand in the air. "I'm sorry. What was that?"

Stephen looks back down. "You heard me."

"Alright...what brought this on?"

"It doesn't matter." The doctor mumbles, and he jumps when Tony slams his hand on the counter.

"Doesn't matter?! You ask me for a divorce and you won't even tell me why?! That's not how this works!" Tony yells.

Stephen glares up at him half-heartedly. "Maybe I just wanted your money. I got you to pay off my debts."

Stop. Stop trying to push him away.

"My bullshit radar is lighting up like fucking Christmas right now. Tell me the truth."

"...you should probably take my name off Peter's adoption records as well." Stephen says as if he hadn't heard Tony.

That was his mistake though. As soon as he had said that, he outwardly cringed at the thought of not being Peter's parent anymore, and that gave him away. Tony's anger quickly dissolves into concern again and he rounds the island to approach Stephen. The doctor didn't even fight or bat away the hand that made itself at home on the back of his neck.

"Babe...what's going on in that head of yours?" The billionaire asks gently.

Blue eyes meet brown and Stephen clenches his hands into fists. "I...I feel worthless." He admits after a couple of silent minutes. "Wanda and Loki can use magic, Bruce is a doctor, you're a parent to Peter...I just don't know why I'm here."

"Baby...I think you're missing something important here." When Stephen gives him a curious look, Tony thumbs away a tear that had fallen. "You are all three of those...and my wife. Your portals have cut precious time into getting the injured help and you cut even more of that time when you can patch them up on the spot. And the parenting thing? You're in it for life. There's no chance in hell Peter will let you off that easy and you looked like you ate something bad just mentioning taking yourself out of the picture. And being married to me? You're stuck with me. I'm not letting you go." Tony grabs the abandoned water bottle and opens it before offering it to Stephen. "Drink this, we'll get some food in you, and then see if you still want a divorce."

"I don't. I really don't. I'm just afraid of losing you and Peter. Some part of me thought that if I pushed you away, it would be better for you both." The doctor admits quietly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange...you beautiful, equally sarcastic, brilliant man...are an occasional idiot."

Tony gently grabs his head and peppers gentle kisses all over Stephen's face, before leading him to a chair at the other side of the island. The sorcerer sits down with a heavy sigh and drinks from his water bottle as the engineer starts on lunch for them, and Stephen's thoughts drift to Peter. Specifically how he had snapped at the teen, and that just made him upset again. His husband noticed immediately though, and to his surprise apparently knew whay he was thinking.

"Peter came and got me."

"I need to apologize."

Tony nods. "You can do that at lunch. Right now, I just want you to stay out of your own head for a bit."

"Shouldn't I help be helping you then?" Stephen asks.

Tony digs through the junk drawer and pulls out a book of crossword puzzles and a pen, and slides in over to the doctor. "This is an exception to be in your head."

He didn't argue. It was good practice for him since he always avoided writing when he could, and he always enjoyed crossword puzzles. They were a good distraction as well. That and periodically watching Tony make spaghetti. There were a lot of shortcuts the man used while cooking (which is why Stephen did the cooking if Bucky or Wanda didn't), but when it came to the sauce to go with pasta, Tony made it from scratch. His mother's recipe, he had said. It was good too.

"Underoos! Lunchtime kiddo!" Tony yells and both men shout in surprise when Peter hangs from the ceiling in between them. "Warn a guy!"

"I've been here since I smelt the sauce." He then points at the crossword book. "Twenty-seven across is halogen."

Stephen looks back down and raises an eyebrow. "Huh. So it is." He scribbles in the answer as Peter crawls across the ceiling just enough to drop down into the empty seat beside the doctor.

"Feed me!" The teen demands and Tony rolls his eyes as he piles spaghetti onto a plate and tops it before giving it to Peter. "You totally skimped on the sauce!"

"I still have to feed me and your mom! Pipe down!" Peter glowers at him while slurping up some noodles and the engineer snorts. "You look like an angry puppy."

Tony piles two more plates and after dressing them with sauce, slides another plate over to Stephen before leaning over the counter to eat his own. As soon as both men declare that they were full, Peter grabs the leftover sauce and to their horror (and some fascination) drinks it.

"I...I don't even want to apologize for earlier anymore." Stephen says.

"Pete...what is wrong with you?"

Peter wipes his mouth and grins. "It's good sauce." He looks over at Stephen. "You don't need to apologize by the way. Everybody has a bad day. Besides, you've had to deal with like a dozen of mine."

Stephen sighs. "Peter...can I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

"You have a huge glob of sauce on your nose."

Tony and Stephen laugh when Peter crosses his eyes to look at his nose and picks up another napkin to wipe it away.

"You're like a five year old." The billionaire says.

"Hey! That's not true!" The teen says. "I'm five and a half."

"Our mistake." Stephen drawls, accidently letting out a bit if a southern accent, and both Tony and Peter stare at him when he smacks a hand over his mouth.

"Stephanie...where did you say you were born again?" Tony asks with a snigger. 

Stephen slowly pulls his hand away from his mouth and turns red with embarrassment. "...Nebraska."

Peter and Tony dissolve into side splitting laughter. "I'm married to a country boy!"

"I changed my mind Tony. I want that divorce."

[alaveii]

OC shits

•Andy watches a lot of dramas(glmms, series, etc.)

•Andrew cusses a LOT

•River is an asshole when he’s hungry

•Liza is a huge animal lover

•Andy and Andrew have a black and white kitten named Nira and a white cat named Polly

•Andy and Tom get into physical fights a lot

•Andrew and Tom verbally fight a lot

•Vincent throws Tom over the table when he looses his temper with him

•Veila had a crush on Dyuna for the entirety of her college life

•Vincent actually lost his temper extremely easily before he started working in the Manor, where he had to actually take anger management and therapy of such.

•Even though Vincent has guns, whips, swords, chains, daggers, scythes, screwdrivers, his electrified hands, bats, and a large variety of weapons at his disposal, he still prefers to use either his pipe or his fists.

•Tom’s a brawler, but he still uses axes and guns.

•Why you shouldn’t hand Tom the AUX cord: He will blast Bubblegum Bitch for the sole purpose of pissing off his brothers.

•Andy is still memey, he just bottles up a lot of his crazy and negative emotions, which usually ends up with a 4-hour crying session every year on April 15th.

•Andrew panics the fuck out every day of April leading up to the 15th due to Andy, Tom, and Vincent already worrying him.

•Vincent stress-bakes every day from March 15-April 30, his stress levels reaching it’s peak on April 15

•Tom stress-works for the entirety of April 15, from 12am to 11:59pm

•Andrew ends up passing out due to worrying too much. And when Andrew worries, he barely eats or sleeps.

•April 15th has been marked “The Worst Day of the Year” by the boys just due to all the stuff that usually happens.

•I can’t pump out anything when I just want to, I can only pump it out when I’ve got freedom and shit.

•Most of the Manor workers tend to dread April 15th just because the boys are usually there to shut up Sophia, but like- nope.

•Most of the Manor workers also usually avoid the Cortez brothers due to how fragile their emotional state is in that day.

•Nobody in the Manor likes seeing Andy cry. They can stand seeing him angry, but not crying because he’s usually happy and reliable.

•”Did you know that KFC is one letter away from being ‘Fuck?’ I came up with a new slogan. KFC, the only thing that’s missing is U.” Guess which brother said this. (Not mine found it on the internet)

•River plays the violin loudly when’s he’s upset or had too many negative thoughts

•Reo’s very protective

•Phoenix is kinda dense

•Elijah blushes easily

•Elijah punches Erica in the face a LOT

•If Orion is mad at someone, he will blast MCR or One Direction in their room

•Orion has trouble flying

•Reo’s always been more protective of Orion because of that

•Orion has raven sized wings while Reo has phoenix sized wings

•Aliya is a Phoenix, Lucius is a Raven, Drake is a Crow

•Reo is a crow, Orion is a black phoenix.

•Orion uses magic the most out of all of them

•Andy has one hell of a crime record

•Reo is a cancer- he’s also a huge softie

•Dya looks kinda intimidating when you first meet her cuz she has a resting bitch face but hen you get to know her and like- she’s the emotional support friend

•Dya was and still is a flower child

•Dya knows with at least half the people in the Manor when they need a hug; at any given point in the day someone is hugging her

•Dya has a lot of online friends/friends in other villages

•Evan is still traumatized by when he got his wings cut off

•Evan’s wings bleed pretty often

•Lucy is insecure because all her siblings are bouncy and happy and distinct but she’s kinda background character

•The Cortez boys adopted a golden retriever named Amanda on April 9, 2020

•Andrew’s anxiety and self-doubt has been been higher recently

•Tom’s depression is starting to kinda transfer to Andrew-

•Amanda is a stress dog for Andrew

•Andy has a VERY DARK evil side he hides from the world, and usually only lets his brothers see as only they have ever helped him with it in any way. What do you expect- he’s been forced into a life of crime when he was TWELVE

•There are a lot of parts of Andy that he himself hates and wishes to get rid of

•Andrew and Vincent both share their love of food with their mother

•I can guarantee you that there will never be a full bottle of honey in the cortez boy’s household

•Andrew calls spicy foods “Traitors to the Tongue”. He has a sweet tooth.

•All 4 of the Cortez boys can cook. Their Mum can cook basic foods, and is always willing to learn new recipes. Their uncle can cook ramen and raviolis. Their aunt doesn’t cook but it willing to. Tom’s kids have never touched an oven(they’re 8, so it makes sense). Alister(the dad) is banned from the kitchen entirely.

•Reo, Lucy, Evan, Tally, and Orion are the only Von Halsing children that can actually cook. The rest aren’t allowed close to the stove.

•River only describes himself as ‘Short bitch that will steal your ficking kneecaps.” That’s it.

•Ryan isn’t fully blind in his left eye, only partially.

[gypsophiaa]

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meet Stella, my Blood Donation / IkeVamp Persona! more detailed description under the cut!

she's not that different from my Cradlesona, but i did change some stuff that are half true irl to make her fit well in the ikevamp universe. i mean i wish i can speak and understand several languages so i downloaded duolingo skskskksks

go make your own Blood Donation! Here's my lil reference you can use, I added some more details to fit in the story :) also, a big thanks to @trulipan for the inspiration of using the character screen!

*disclaimer: the character screen belongs to Cybird, the character info and sprite are fan made :)

Basic Info:

Nicknames: Stella, Sol (Leonardo), Peaches (Arthur and Comte)

Birthday: October 21

Age: 25

Height: 156 cm

Nationality: Filipina

Blood Type: A

Physical:

Eyes: bluish purple

Hair: gray platinum with bluish tips, short and wavy

Accessories: golden hoop earrings, sunflower pin (a souvenir she bought before arriving to the musee)

Features: beauty mark above her left lip, a fainter mark on her right cheek

Illnesses: sleep deprived (?)

Social:

Species: Human

Previous Occupation: Graphic Designer

Occupation: Right-Hand Woman (Assistant)

Relationships:

Arthur Conan Doyle, bickering writing buddy. They often get mistaken as siblings and it peeves them both. Stella dislikes his flirty and teasing personality a lot but she’s more than willing to lend a hand if he starts to run out of ideas (which is NOT her body). He loves to tease her and get her on her toes, which resulted to Sebastian lecturing him quite often. Ironically, they’re close friends

The Count of St. Germain, father-figure. They met when she accidentally dropped her sketch notebook. He complimented how she smelled like peaches and started calling her like that (which Arthur caught wind of and started teasing her for it). He spoils Stella rotten with chocolates, satiating her sweet tooth as much as possible to keep the smile on her face.

Leonardo da Vinci, language mentor. He was impressed when she understood what he was saying in Italian. Then tested her with Latin, German and Spanish. Stella was ecstatic to learn more languages causing his sly advances go over her head (much to everyone else’s relief). She organizes his room as best as she can as thanks.

Theodorus Van Gogh, mortal enemy but not really. He would always refer to her as “Arthur’s little sister” and it would often lead them to constantly bicker. However, both of them share the addicting love for pancakes and will eat it at any time of the day, this was one of the few times where they get along very well. Other times usually involve making Vincent happy and safe. Secretly, however, they look out for each other like actual siblings.

Sebastian, meme buddy. They converse in memes, confusing everyone else, when not too busy in work. She would often ask him historical facts about the others and appreciates him going the extra stretch (she likes listening to his history fanboying). He would also save her from Arthur’s teasing and Theo’s yelling, but sometimes he just stands at the corner and listen to them go mad because he finds it amusing.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, radio (I don’t know how to call it HAHAHAHA). Stella would intentionally pass by near his room just to listen to him play the piano, reminiscing the time where she had a violin. It had always been her dream to hear a live, professional recital of one of his pieces, so hearing him composing new ones just beyond a door made her very happy. Mozart knows she’s listening.

William Shakespeare, neutral but very afraid. Stella avoids him as much as possible, his words are very confusing and deep but she tries her best to understand and remain kind.

Napoleon Bonaparte, older brother figure. He knows her unusually strong peachy scent would attract others and he dedicated himself to protect her. She's probably the most casual one to wake him up — Stella earned the free slap card when he tries to kiss her as thanks for endearing his habit.

Jean D'arc, stranger. She hopes to get to know him better. She would always see him with empty eyes and worries for him. She would often secretly pray for his happiness. Jean knows this.

Osamu Dazai, laugh pill. Though she often gets startled when he enters through windows out of nowhere, its followed by laughter she couldn't control. He likes seeing her laugh and it encourages him to never use the door (much to everyone else's dismay).

Isaac Newton, neutral. They don't speak much. Stella would smile his way whenever she sees him but often receives averting eyes in response and a mutter of hello. She would sometimes lightly hop in Arthur's teases about apples.

Vincent Van Gogh, lover. Stella admires his works since forever and to see him alive and well in person brought tears to her eyes when she realized that everything happening around her was real. Their relationship grew gradually, taking soft steps together until they realized they were in love. She would always sit near him when he's painting at the garden and play with his pet raccoon. She melts when he smiles.

Personality: Artistic and bubbly, she finds beauty in everything. Very expressive, but she keeps a facade when she's sad and it is quite difficult to pin out. She's more than willing to help anyone with whatever she can do. She is easily pleased with the simplest things and gets overwhelmed with gifts. She's usually quiet but if you spark a conversation with her it can go on for a long while, she likes to listen to stories and experiences. She loves to learn different languages and cultures. Can be smart then a dumbass the next moment. Underneath the innocent face is a sultry attitude that she's mastered to control and portray to catch people off guard — though she gets flustered easily when complimented.

Before the Visit to the Louvre: A fresh graduate from BA Multimedia Arts, she earned enough money from commissions to travel to famous museums and relax before starting her work on an international news media site.

Likes:

Chocolates

Adobong Baboy (A Filipino dish)

Pancakes

All the pets!!

Flowers!!

Dressing up!!!

Warm colors

Modern day jokes

Performing

Fruits

Dislikes:

Arthur

Skirt chasers

Being belittled

"Arthur's little sister"

Not knowing what is happening

Being stagnant (not doing anything)

Washing the dishes

Skills and Special Abilities:

Can understand several languages because of her constant travelling, speaks Spanish and Filipino very fluently.

Paints

Writes short stories

Can act like a completely different person if needed

Can go for three days without sleep or sleep for three days, no in between.

Inhales food like Kirby, her stomach has a void somewhere and she gets full very rarely.

Plays the violin (when she was a kid, very rusty today)

Paired with:  Vincent Van Gogh

Life in the Mansion: On a daily basis, she helps Sebastian in his duties. Sometimes, she can be found talking business and assessing deals with Theo. She can also be seen in her room rereading Arthur's first manuscripts and editing them. When taking a break, she's sitting by the garden and having tea with le Comte, or watching Vincent paint. She would drop by the library an hour before bed to have a quick foreign language lesson with Leonardo.

Other Info:

She sings when painting very softly, especially when its raining where the pitter patter can drown out her voice.

Cries a lot in her sleep, mostly because of overthinking. She's gotten used to a life where she would be happy for one moment and devastated the next.

She bites. Metaphorically and literally. Arthur got hurt because of it one time.

Bribed easily with sweets — to an extent. She's not that stupid.

Always screams when surprised from behind while quickly whipping around to slap whoever jumped on her. She got a terrible childhood history with those kinds of surprises.

Slaps people by accident when she gets all panicky and will constantly apologize for such a rude habit.

Secretly very horny and has earned a PhD in self control. (Really makes you think that she's actually Arthur's long lost sibling)

She can't smell her peach scent which drives her nuts. A lot of people had told her that since coming in to the mansion. She's never even had peaches before.

The scent grows stronger after sex and bathing, which she found odd because none of the products she uses has peaches as an ingredient. She even uses a different perfume every time but the peach scent still somehow overpowers it.

Vampires are the only ones who can smell the scent, human don't.

Never touch her notebook. Ever. She's insecure about whatever notes and doodles she has. She's hidden it deep in her closet that even she herself forgets.

When questioned why she "doesn't look like a Filipina," she answers with deadpan eyes and a bored look. "We were colonized by the Spaniards for 3 centuries. My grandfather is Spanish." She's tired of being asked often.

Has acted for school plays all her life.

Laughs at everything.

Cries when mad, it adds annoyance to herself.

[inonesingleline]

Ooh, yes, I have a lot to do today before I can do any celebrating, so naturally let’s procrastinate with the end-of-year fandom meme! THIS GOT REALLY LONG I’M SORRY.

1. Your main fandom of the year: The Good Fight, which is a madness while it’s on, always a dull aching hum in the back of my mind while it’s off, and still makes me feel instantly sick to my stomach every time I see a bit of news about it. Fun! But yeah I guess this is the only thing I participated in fandom for anyway; I wrote a little fic, I made some gifs, I tried to offer comfort to my fellow sufferers. (The show is great and most of you won’t feel sick about it, lol)

2. Your favorite film this year: Another year of not being much of a movie person--and to think 5 years ago it was everything! But favorite film in cinemas was Lady Bird; at home, I’m glad my recent Lesley problem has given me a chance to watch some great Mike Leigh films--I loved High Hopes, Another Year, and All or Nothing. 

3. Your favorite book this year: A slightly better year for books; after years of shamefully managing, like, five, I read 26 this year and, more importantly, really got back into the habit in the last few months so I think 2018 will be even better. I read many mysteries, which is always a go-to genre when I’m in a reading funk. But the very best book I read, far and away, was Cassandra at the Wedding by Dorothy Baker. Shout outs to Still She Wished for Company by Margaret Irwin, Alias Grace and The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (hmm wonder why I read those), The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark (how had I never read it before???) and Excellent Women by Barbara Pym. Of the mysteries, there is a reason why And Then There Were None is revered; holy shit. The rest were just comfort food. If any of this sounds like your thang, we should stalk each other on goodreads, hmu

4. Your favorite album or song this year: Yeah if I’m embarrassed about my engagement with film and literature this year, let’s not even talk about music. I don’t think I listened to a single new (or new-to-me) thing this year. The only music I listened to at all was a playlist of old favorites I can sing along to on longer drives. And this a year with new St Vincent! Shameful. I did listen to a fuckton of podcasts. All my music time has gone to podcasts.

5. Your favorite TV show this year: Honestly, The Good Fight. And if you want a ridiculous list of honorable mentions, here are all of the currently-airing shows I adored this year in approximate descending order of my love for them: The Good Place, Crazy Ex Girlfriend, Harlots, Grace and Frankie, Catastrophe, Feud, Big Little Lies, American Vandal, One Mississippi, The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, Search Party, Insecure, Alias Grace, The Handmaid’s Tale, Transparent, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Orphan Black, Broad City, GLOW, Better Things, Stranger Things, I Love Dick, Veep, The Bold Type, Younger, One Day at a Time, Schitt’s Creek, Jane the Virgin, The Americans, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Speechless, Colony, The Worst Witch. Among older shows, I discovered To the Manor Born and watched it like seven times in a brief but heady love affair this summer, and The Good Life, too. I rewatched Ugly Betty and As Time Goes By. Oh, and while I guess it doesn’t count for 2017 shows, I honestly adored Mum. And had a weird week where I snarfed down a whole season of Strictly Come Dancing. OK that’s probably enough about television. Clearly, television is what keeps me from engaging with any other form of media. :|

6. Your favorite Tumblr this year: I LOVE ALL MY MUTUALS EQUALLY AND ARDENTLY, even if I’m pretty bad at keeping up conversations with you all xo

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: Can I use this space to talk about my year in situations? Obviously in these last weeks I’ve been losing my fucking mind over Lesley Manville, who is a sleeper situation, but clearly a Code Red Level One now. I also had some delightful times with Penelope Keith and Raquel Cassidy, who occupy that delicious but not all-consuming space in my mind that Lesley once did. I almost had a thing with Ashley Jensen, but I guess Penelope stole me away before that got off the ground. And Christine Baranski is clearly my forever girl. I didn’t think my fickle ass could ever love anyone so deeply for so long, but here we are. 

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: Ummm...? I can’t really think of any, although I will say it was frustrating when all I wanted was a good mystery book series to lose myself in and I had to toss aside many half-read or after the first book. (If I’d finished all the books I started this year, I would have finished my reading challenge and then some.) But of those the biggest frustration was, despite enjoying the Agatha Raisin tv series because Ashley Jensen, and enjoying the Agatha Raisin audiobooks on a different level because Penelope Keith, how honestly terrible I found the Agatha Raisin books. So instead I read summaries of them all because I was weirdly invested in that ship for a hot minute, lol. Not worth it. Please come back, tv show.

9. Your TV boyfriend of the year: NONE but ugh I still have embarrassing Gary Cole feelings, and also Peter Mullan’s character on Mum is allowed to date my girlfriend, yeah. 

10. Your TV girlfriend of the year: So many??? AUDREY FFORBES-HAMILTON is all goals, Diane Lockhart forever and always, yeah I want to softly cuddle and bathe in the luminous glow of Cathy on Mum, Hecate Hardbroom, both Grace and Frankie, and I had a dream about awkwardly trying to date Tig Notaro, so.

11. Your biggest squee moment of the year: DIANE TURNED OFF THE CAR AND WENT BACK WITH HIM!!! God damn it, I am still so fucking embarrassing about this ship. Also, so many Audrey/Richard moments. I keep thinking I cannot fall in love with another het ship, but if you make mah girl all googly-eyed, I’m probably gonna be there for it. 

12.  Your most missed old fandom: Nothing buuuut if it counts I did really feel sorry about the Major Crimes fandom after they fucking fucked Mary/Sharon over, and kind of gleefully monitored the carnage from a safe remove. Honestly so terrible, glad I got out of that mess years ago.

13. Your fandom you haven’t tried yet, but want to? Hmmmm I don’t know? I feel like if there were anything major I would be on it already. I know what I like and I do not delay gratification. But if anything, I think I should probably watch Janet King very soon? Also I’m hovering on the point of diving into The Crown; I did try the first episode for Harriet reasons, but could nooooot get into it. But a number of friends/culture bloggers I admire love it. So I may give it another go. If only in anticipation of Olivia Colman!queen yas!

14. Your biggest anticipation of the New Year: P H A N T O M T H R E A D and seeing Lesley on stage doing Long Day’s Journey :3 and the return most especially of The Good Fight and Grace and Frankie. I also do very seriously intend to diversify my fandom interests in 2018: read more, watch more films, listen to more new music. If I have one concrete resolution, it’s that I will see every movie directed by a woman that comes through town--I mean, of course, through the good indie theater, anyway. I’m setting a reading challenge at an ambitious-by-recent-standards 50 books and intend to meet it. And I want to get better at focusing? If I’m watching a show or a movie, I should really watch the show or movie, not play on my phone half the time. Maybe get better at documenting my experiences and reactions. And continue enjoying this Lesley thing until she wears me out. 

Everybody do this, I’m really interested in everyone’s fandom year!

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TGO QUESTIONNAIRE

PERSONAL

Full name? Marley Margret Rose

Favorite color? Cornflower blue

Favorite food? Pizza

Dream job? Singer/Songwriter, writer

Any pet peeves? People who chew with their mouths open, people who don’t get off their phone when they are trying to have a conversation with you/hang out with you.

What are their worst habits? Marley’s worst habits would have to be that she’s constantly trying to help everyone. Though she does it with the best intentions most of the time she comes off as being too over eager and nosey.

Do they hide their emotions or express them openly? A mix of both, sometimes she’s a little too open about expressing how she feels. Other times it’s best that no one knows.

Who was their first crush? Simba, the lion.

Describe their first kiss. It was magical, the perfect mix of sweet and romantic with just a touch of movie magic. Though, it could have been because it was with Jake and she was so puppy eyes and puppy love and had actually had dreams about their first kiss.

Last thing they’ve lied about? Whether or not she’s actually okay.

What’s their outlook on life? Be nice to everyone because you don’t know what they are going through.

Biggest insecurity? Not being good enough, or feeling like she doesn’t deserve what she has. Her self image is very low as well.

Greatest achievement? The night her mom was working late and Marley made a full dinner all on her own when she was young.

What do they fear? Losing her mom, falling in love again,..The Socs.

When was the last time they’ve cried? The New Years Eve bash.

Most embarrassing moment?....The New Years Eve bash.

Do they have any scars? She has a scar on her forehead above her eyebrow, and a few on her legs from falling off her bike/climbing fences. 

What about tattoos? No tattoos but she has always wanted some.

Aesthetic? Marley’s style is very much comfort over style, well that and it’s what she can afford. A lot of second hand clothes, baggier sweaters, ripped jeans (not for the style), simple dresses, a few skirts. If she wears t-shirts they are usually white and any time she’s between a t-shirt and sweater she prefers to always have long sleeves, so she has something to play with. Make up wise she doesn’t wear any, and her hair is usually just brushed and down. Though sometimes she’ll add a braid or put it in a ponytail. 

HOME LIFE

Who are their parents? Millie Rose (Trisha Rae Stahl) & Vincent Steward (Robert Gant)

Do they have any siblings? No

Do they have any pets? No but she wishes. For a long time Marley used to bring home every animal she found (including frogs) hoping she could keep them.

Are they in charge of any household duties? She does all the chores and has started trying to cook more, her mother works two jobs so Marley figures she can do her best to actually help out and save her mom from having to do it when she gets home.

What is their relationship like with their family? She doesn’t really remember her father, nor does she want to. But her mom is her best friend and her hero. They have a fantastic, very trusting relationship and Marley knows she can go to her mom about anything.

Earliest memory of their family? Both of her parents taking her to the dinosaur museum. Though she doesn’t remember the day, she still has the stuffed animal she got.

The best memory with their family? Her favorite memory is the Christmas from when she was 12, though every Christmas is important to Marley. This one was extra special. She had gotten up first, (like always it’s Christmas after all!) and had surprised her mom with breakfast in bed and giving her mom her present. It wasn’t a lot,(cereal and a book of her favorite photos of them) but the look of surprise and happiness on her moms face was something Marley will never forget.

What about the worst? Waking up in the middle of the night to her parents screaming at each other was a typical night in the Rose house, but the night Marley woke up because the screaming turned violent and she had to get between her parents at a very young age, that was the worst memory.

Describe their home. It’s medium sized, with the bedrooms upstairs and the main floor containing the living room and kitchen. It’s cozy, in no way fancy and some of it might need some repairs. But it’s home. There isn’t a lot of nick nacks or art on the walls, though there is a fireplace that Marley has always been curious about but she isn’t sure if it would actually work or if the smoke would escape through the chimney or fill the entire house.

What does their room look like? It’s small but neat, with bookshelves lining the walls all filled to the brim. Her bed is a twin, with white sheets that have clouds on them. Her bed is also covered in blankets and her two stuffed animals. (Her dinosaur and teddy bear)

LIMA

What do they love about Lima? The parks, her friends.

What do they hate about it? The Socs, the narrowminded people.

When was the first time they realized that not all Lima residents were the same? The moment she moved there and was instantly getting snobby looks and hearing comments from people she had only first seen a few seconds earlier. Though Marley had been used to negative comments and bullies, she had never expected it right off the bat like what happened in Lima.

Do they see any hope for change? She tells herself that one day things will be better, and she does believe that it could be. Does she think it will happen though? No.

Is Lima ‘home’ or do they have plans to leave? Marley hopes to leave every single day, her biggest dream is to be able to run away and prove that where she came from doesn’t matter, it’s about who she is. But she does believe that home is where the heart is and right now that is with her mom.

What is their favorite place in Lima? The park by her house.

If they could change labels for one day, what would be the first thing that they’d do? Do something nice for the Greasers. Donate money, raise actual awareness, and maybe finally get herself her own Greaser leather jacket, after all she’d only be switching for a day.

[svbjetarch]

JieMin!

            .• ♕ ┊        LET THE MUSIC PLAY.

          SHIPPING QUESTIONAIRE           Status   :   Accepting           @niiiightsky

            Kwangmin ✗ Jie Lien

where was their first date ?       FIRST DATE MORE LIKE VINNIE ASKING TO BE KILLED. Okay, we’re writing their first date currently so I don’t want to spoil it too much by making plans now but coffee and doing something activity-related, like, idk, borrow bikes near the riverside or something. But their first real date aka not set up by Vincent would surely be something that totally fits their demand on activities as in playing soccer together meaning him having to teach her soccer and then eating waffles together, simple but energetic.what my muse would do to cheer your’s up ?       Jie would feed him her favorite sweets probably but as he doesn’t like sweets all that much and sometimes the thought alone isn’t enough after all, she’d have to resort to the heavier things: she’d do aegyo. Do so many different silly-cute things until he’s finally smiling and then she’ll ask him whether he’s fine now and demand a quick kiss as proof of it.who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?       If Jie were to wake him up with kisses… Acually, she wouldn’t. So it would be Kwangmin and I can imagine him kissing her lips or neck until she’s awake and then just grin at her.who would pour water on the other to wake them up?       Jie Lien with that little devil called Vincent sitting on her shoulder, wanting to take revenge for having had the morning shower first.how would my muse wake yours up ?       She’d be all sweet and softly shake him so he wakes up but she also has a little sister so if he doesn’t get up quickly enough, she’d shake him more and be really bothersome until it’s annoying and when he finally sits up then, she’d show him a genuinely sweet smile and be like “what do you want for breakfast?”who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?       AGAIN. DON’T LET EITHER OF VINMIN INTO THE KITCHEN. So I guess Kwangmin would because Jie Lien is taking it serious and trying to concentrate but he’d be a child and demand attention.who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?       She would because she found some recipe online but she doesn’t know what that word means so when she’s like “where do we get this?” he’s like “you want to go to jail or something?” and has to explain her first.who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?       Kwangmin would need to say it because Jie Lien is such an innocent and sometimes shy thing but I can’t imagine how just yet except for that it might happen in some really unexpected situation and out of the blue???who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?       Tbh and without trying to frame anyone of violence: Kwangmin. Jie Lien is a little cutiepie but since she’s also insecure at times, if someone were to really disrespect her body or to make jokes or inappropriate comments and not intending to stop at all, I bet he might escalate. Jie Lien being all shook though and afterwards taking care of him and kissing and first-aiding any spot he had gotten hurt on and telling him to never do it again because she was just so worried about him maybe getting hurt.who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?       Jie Lien would love to have a pet, whichever it is, but what do we have Vincent for, right?who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?       They’re both more the silent kids unless Kwangmin hangs out with Vincent or Jie Lien is overly excited but I’d rather say outside it’s Kwangmin. On the other hand, in bed it is Jie Lien because she surprisingly is quite vocal.who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?       While they’re both not the kind to take risks in their daily lives, in bed it probably is Kwangmin. Once his patience gets cut, it’s over and there our kinks originated from.who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?       Vincent would tell Kwangmin to bring it up but Jie Lien and her broken English would be like “???? you’re not my father”what is their shared, favourite kink ?       Okay but you lured me into that kink 110% - the underwear thing. Without telling details, you know what I mean, I know what I mean, and I’m not the least bit sorry to say this will probably become their favorite thing although Jie Lien might need to get used to it at first.describe their typical kiss ?       I guess their most used kind of kiss is the quick peck on the lips but if it’s about proper kisses, I bet you their typical kiss is quite steamy and basically trying to inhale each other and then having to break it off in time before things escalate.how would my muse show their love for yours ?       The most simple way for Jie Lien to show her love is by sharing her beloved sweets and as she’s attached to her sweets but also him, it’s even more evident as she doesn’t just buy the same thing twice which already is sharing for her but is also comfortable with sharing her very own treat with him, taking a bite from some chocolate and then feeding him the other half. But she also shows it as she’s leaning onto his opinion just that much, asking him for advice here and there and telling him about her insecurities. That truly means a lot to her. their favourite ways to give affection ?       Jie Lien’s favorite way to show affection to him totally is clinging to him, often hugging him, clinging onto his arm, basically not letting go of him in the most posessive of ways and poor guy has to deal with that. On the other hand, Kwangmin having to give affection probably shows in wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling and keeping her close. Basically, they’re stuck together.who is more dominate ?       Kwangmin definitely would be the dominant one unless it’s about eating because Jie Lien is just forcing him to eat by constantly feeding him here and there. But definitely Kwangmin.who sings in the shower ?       Jie Lien does but she’s always playing Chinese songs so Kwangmin never being able to sing along prolly.who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?       Jie Lien is the type to do it because it’s her way of showing affection and I bet Kwangmin would try once but her hair would get all tangled so he doesn’t attempt a second time at it. Instead, he’d be the one to brush her hair after showering and wrap her into a towel.who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?       Kwangmin??? Unable to resist Jie Lien standing in the shower but let’s be real, nobody would be able to.who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?       Originally, it might have been an accident from Jie Lien’s side, she might have wanted to hold hands but grabbed onto the wrong spots and he would’ve mistunderstood and teased her. Poor girl would have weak legs when they leave.who has the weirder taste in music ?       Kwangmin would probably research weird music so he can send it to Vincent but generally, Jie Lien would be the odd one for staying loyal to Chinese artists despite the well-established Korean idol industry.who would initiate dancing in the rain ?       Jie Lien because she loves rain and depending on the season, her mood about it is different. It means cuddle days in Winter, coffeeshop days in Autumn, playing around in summer and slow walks in spring. So in summer she totally would drag him out into the garden and have fun and all that.who would be the one to suggest marriage ?       Vincent would be the one, let’s be real. But after Jie Lien knows about his circumstances, she’d tell Kwangmin that she’s fine with early marriage and then it’s only up to him to propose and I so live for this.what would they name their children ?       Without giving specific names, Jie Lien would so try to find really meaningful names and then there’s Kwangmin, prolly just opening the first page on the internet and saying it’ll be that one but Jie Lien being stubborn though.who would their children take after more ?       Since they have similar traits, the characters would go after both of them but they’d get their looks from Jie Lien and their physical traits from Kwangmin.

[lalesath-blog]

In the post Vnc vs Pandora Hearts, you said the all the PH characters felt "whole" I'm planning on making a novel of some sort and want to know what you mean by "whole" can you give me like a long-ass paragraph of what is whole and what is not? Or what is it that made you feel the characters were "whole"? Thank you!😘

Oh dear lord, anon. Okay. Before we start, let me just tack on a disclaimer saying that… where as I believe most of what I’m about to say is generally accepted/“fact” some things may undoubtedly be or sound more subjective. So just keep in mind that this is my own perspective on the matter. Also: PANDORA HEARTS SPOILERS (since I assume you’ve read it?)

This is kind of a … tricky thing to answer. Saying “they should feel like a real person” is unhelpfully vague. Not to mention, plenty of real people are decidedly shallow;;

Achieving realistic characters starts with knowing them as the writer. Really knowing them. Knowing where they grew up. What their first pet was. What they eat as comfort food. What their “mindless” habits are. How many nicknames they’ve had. How many nicknames still remain. The feeling they get when they think of the nickname they haven’t heard spoken for 6 years because the only person who ever used it walked out of their life…. Obviously I just mean to say that you should KNOW your characters. Even seemingly trivial details. I’m not saying you have to know what color nail polish your character wears on Wednesdays, but getting a grasp on little things can shed a little light on personality quirks/habits that will make your character more nuanced.

Lots of little details tend to form tangible, meaningful results. Combine that with some original plot details and voilà~ Example: Knowing Sharon is very much into romance content gives some insight into how easily flustered and excitable she gets even regarding her interactions with Break. How she reacts to Alice’s curiosity and her kiss with Oz. She’s a romantic. In more than one sense. Which means she’s also going to be insecure about her body not developing… which ties into a plot detail about legal contracts.

—-Another really obvious thing… is that they need to grow. Develop. And despite popular belief, this development doesn’t have to be positive. There simply has to be a discernible process of getting from point A to point B. Sometimes this is more subtle (especially with secondary characters). And sometimes this is abrupt… but there always has to be meaning to it.

Example: Something I really, really loved… not to break anyone’s heart again… was Elliot’s flip. He was adamantly against self-sacrifice in the beginning of the manga. He tore into Oz, trying to communicate that that way of thinking was harmful/disrespectful to the people he cared about. And how that kind of thinking was inherently selfish/self-righteous and would only hurt the people he claimed to love… And Oz trying to claim that it would be FOR them.

Cut to Elliot choosing to sacrifice his own life to “end the nightmare” (so to speak)… and even to save Oz the burden of having to kill him.“I’m sorry, Leo.”

(I’m not crying… You’re crying).

—-In general though, I think being able to make your reader feel sympathy or EMPATHY for your characters is extremely important. ESPECIALLY when it comes to antagonists, imo. There’s nothing worse than a flat villain. If you don’t care about the source causing your protagonist to struggle, you can’t really take the story seriously, you know? And I cared about every damn character in PH. No matter which side they were leaning towards at any given time.

And characters should engage the reader. Cause them to think. Always. If you have someone questioning their own morality, you’ve hit god tier (Psycho Pass and Code Geass hit me hard with this). Make your characters convince me. All of them. Of everything. If I can’t be convinced they’re right, I at least need to understand. Which usually means delving into multiple layers of emotions. Example:–What does Vincent Want?Vince Wants to Erase His Existence For GilBecause He Wants Gil To Be HappyBecause Gil Never Abandoned Him–Why would he think Gil should abandon him?Because he was a child of misfortune born to parents who abandoned him/them and he felt he was nothing but a burden on his brother.–Why is he willing to go as far as killing himself?Because, due to the above, he never had a sense of self-worth in the first place… and the further trauma/guilt he sustained after the tragedy of sablier made it all the worse.

~~~Multiple Layers & Repeating Patterns~~~ Makes him feel super real, doesn’t it?And sure, Vincent comes across as an asshole a lot of the time… especially early on. But did I cry over his feelings for Gil and when he hugged Ada? You bet I did. Not to mention, I had Echo’s perspective of him as well. Which is another important detail. Characters adding more dimensions to each other through their various povs. 

Aaand now to the super obvious. Characters should have both negative/positive bits. Protagonists generally lean WAY TOO FAR onto the positive side (for me)… minus their one (1) hang-up. Which is usually a simple, easily explainable complex. Like the overly generic [UNDERDOG] issue…. ANYWAY.

People have flaws. People have insecurities. People have bad habits and different ways of reacting to conflict. Different reasons for acting the way they do. Make sure you know them. Example:Leo, for instance, comes across as being subdued. But he’s more volatile than Elliot. Why does he present as subdued? Because in their context, Elliot’s fire tends to put his out. How does Leo confront conflict? By literally letting someone else take control from him while he tries to ignore it. He’s been an escapist his entire life. Hair in his eyes. Glasses that block his vision. Books to distract himself with. Etc. It’s a reoccurring theme with Leo even in his day-to-day demeanor… which means it was important to know from the get-go.

And to cont. from a bit above… everyone also has bits of light. Even a sociopath. Maybe you create a sociopathic serial killer who, every Thursday, leaves a homeless boy a bag of take-out in the alley behind the restaurant the killer and his ex used to visit… before he killed them. The boy had seen him do it, yet hadn’t screamed or alerted anyone. And now your killer practices this sentimental ritual that he doesn’t understand. Maybe, by the end, he forms his own understanding.I think making the reader feel curious never hurts. Make them form questions they want answers to. Even little ones. If I never wonder about ANYTHING, there’s probably not enough detail. I’m not even saying there have to be definitive answers just… I want to notice things. Like why is break always eating candy? Does he actually like sweet things? He didn’t SEEM the type in the past? Is it just to compensate for his former personality? Is it because of Shelly? Is it a shout-out to Emily? Like with the doll? Did he used to smoke? Also he doesn’t drink??? Why? 

Really good characters? It’s like looking at them through a prism. By the end, you’ve seem them in a dozen shades of light. Example:

—-Xerxes Break:The MentorThe Loyal ServantThe Protector/The KnightThe Serial KillerThe VictimThe Wild CardThe Suicide RiskThe Comic Relief The BAMFThe Needy ChildThe Cold, Near-RecluseThe Brother FigureThe Partner  The Unhinged ClownThe [Tragic] HeroEtc.

He’s played dozens of roles on his own and through his relationships with other characters. Some of which are exceedingly different.

When you really get down to it, I think I personally also love the characters in PH so much because I can find something to relate to in all of them.Whether it be Lacie’s otherworldy dissociation, Leo’s escapist tendencies, Sharon’s drunken queen play, Oswald’s bluntness, or Vincent’s self-worth issues… I just. They feel like so much more? From their quirks & hobbies (Ada’s what… VOODOO room? hahaha/the trio of book nerds/Break and his doll… and his candy/Alice and being a massive carnivore/Gil smoking to emulate Oscar… and being afraid of cats/Elliot secretly ADORING cats but not wanting to admit it;;). To their contradictions. Their incorrect views on themselves. And on each other. The various self-realizations. The great dialogue. Just… asdfghjkl

ARGH. It’s SO hard to explain. Just. Characters are more than their goals and their easily definable trope traits. They’re more than their role in the story they’re in and that should come across.

[theimpossiblescheme]

OG!Peter Vincent assorted headcanons, Part Four

He’s thought about being a writer or a historian in the past in case his acting career crashed and burned.

There is practically nothing in his kitchen expect for canned and instant foods and leftover takeout from the previous night at any given time.  The only exception he makes is for tea and coffee–he’s tried instant coffee before, and it made him sick.

He tends to overcompensate on the emotion when he lies, whether that’s acting way too carefree and letting out a lot of nervous laughter, putting on a more confident stride than he’s actually feeling, or dialing up the anger to the point where the other person is too intimidated the question him.

His hair was brown before he went grey.  In fact, the moment he realized he was going irreversibly grey in the ‘70s, he dyed the rest of his hair to match and kept doing so until it wasn’t necessary.

He’s a big book collector, picking up anything he finds interesting at street kiosks and used bookstores.  Richard Matheson and Sheridan Le Fanu are his favorite authors, and he has a huge weakness for stories based on old folktales and legends since he’s grown to appreciate such things so much over the years.

Regardless of what the character on his TV program would have you believe, he’s actually not that big a fan of classical music—he thinks it all starts to sound the same after a while. He is, however, a big fan of old blues and jazz artists like Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holliday, and Nina Simone.

He would like very much to just die of natural causes.  No creatures of the night, no feats of derring-do–Peter just wants to pass away quietly in bed having given his love to his family and then have his ashes scattered back home in Carlisle.

He’s always been the kind of person you can come to with your secrets, which is why he’d be a goldmine for information about everyone he’s ever known…if he were stupid enough to flap his gob about what he’s been told.  The man can never write a memoir because he simply knows too much.

He’s earned quite a few scars from vampire claws after accepting his calling as a slayer, as well as two from his movie career: one all the way around his wrist from prying it out of a locked shackle and one from his ankle to his knee from a botched stunt.

His two favorite films to work on were Orgy of the Damned and Jaws of the Vampire.

The only reason Peter hasn’t written his will is because doing so would mean admitting that he’s old and infirm, and anything that indicates that kind of weakness on his part he’s much too proud for.  He has a pretty good idea of what he’d leave to people, though.

He’s endlessly annoyed by people who laugh when they aren’t supposed to, especially when something serious is going on.

He would be the kind of actor who had everyone else’s lines memorized, but not his own.  And when the directors gave him grief about it, he would snipe back with a comment to the effect of “Well, maybe if you wrote me some lines worth remembering…”

He’s tried the “put the candle flame out with just your fingers” trick multiple times on his show, but can never do it without flinching.

He does actually wear his on-camera makeup almost all the time—whenever he plans on being seen by people, anyway.  He’s gotten to a point in his life where he feels naked without it, and he’s insecure and vain enough about his age that he tries to hide as many of his age spots and wrinkles as possible.

He’s developed some serious body image issues as he’s gotten older.  Maybe a few decades back he’d actually be proud of the way he looked, but now he thinks he’s gotten disgusting with age. Granted, it’s not that he’s necessarily out of shape—it’s just the stuff that necessarily comes with the aging process like the wrinkles and liver spots and lack of skin elasticity that he thinks are gross.  It’s to the point where Peter is very glad that his bathroom doesn’t have room for a mirror in it.

His favorite movies he didn’t star in are Dracula (with Bela Lugosi), The Raven, Madhouse, The Fearless Vampire Killers (which he finds really awkward to watch after hearing about Sharon Tate’s death and what Roman Polanski did), and–the odd ones out–Casablanca and Singing in the Rain.

He does indeed keep a flask full of gin on him for especially arduous TV shoots.  Because dealing with the likes of Mel Franklin is not something he would rather do completely sober.

[capricxs]

classy! from the drabble checklist for our loves maggie & vince 🥂

classy: our muses go to a formal event

she’s seated, drink in one hand, another hand in the other. she spent hours on her feet, discussing things with other young adults, many her age, some younger, some older. she knows she’s not educated as much as they are. they talk with a bit of flavor and maggie has to strain herself to keep up. thankfully, the pain in her feet gave her a reasonable excuse to sit rather than her social ineptitude in a place like this.

vincent had to get something at the drug store before they had head out earlier. she was still in the bathroom and had said she’d meet him in the lobby. 

in all frankness, deciding to take the weekend to go to boston for her sister was the best choice she’d made. it meant maggie wouldn’t be home. she’d be removed from everything and she and vincent could just exist in the same world, without the complications of their lives. mostly her life. they slept in this morning and their sheets were twisted and it felt like far too long of his fingers running over her face and through her hair before they even got up for a lunch. they could just walk a city they were less familiar with, hand in hand, eating good food, shopping at unfamiliar stores. vincent liked going to other people’s local bookstores, see what they did, and what maybe he could take from. he always felt the need to buy a book at each one, though. saying he’d feel too bad not supporting them properly.

he’d sneak her into a corner at one, a secluded little nook where he’d pressed her against the bookcases and kissed her. he did this at his own store, too. in afternoons when hardly anyone came through. pressing himself against her and making her body warm. even this time, his hand traveled up her thigh, her floral dress riding up around her hip. it was hard not to sigh against him when his touches set fire to her body. sighs that would make it hard for him not to chuckle, and pull away before they could get too far in the bookshop. he bought two books at that place, feeling he owed them for doing something so inappropriate at their bookstore.

they had to go home early because he noticed her eyes lingering on him too long, and her hands staying on his person, nails gently scratching the back of his neck until it was clear that his damage had been done. maggie was never happier to cut shopping short.

after everything, she watched him get dressed. they’d showered, and she sat in their hotel bed, wrapped in her plush robe, and saw as he slipped into his suit. she made comments along the way, saying how good he looked. she couldn’t stay seated for long, having to get to her feet to do his buttons for him. wrapping her arms around his neck for another long kiss. had he not pulled away, they would have been sucked back into their own world.

he had to go, and she still needed to get ready. he had seen her dress by the special plastic wrapping it had. she’d told him she bought it two years ago on a whim, hoping to god she’d have a reason to wear it again. there were many benefits to going to boston. seeing her sister, spending time alone with vincent, also wearing this dress which cost almost as much as her rent.

she did her hair in the curls she never gave herself. put on the huge sparkling, albeit faux, earrings she’d bought. everything was perfect. the makeup, the shoes, the clutch. she felt like she was ready for any sort of gala. instead, they were going to spend the evening with scholars, talking about things she didn’t understand.

but it didn’t matter because when she stepped off that elevator, and walked towards vincent was was waiting in the lobby seat, seeing his eyes shift over her made all of the bullshit she was about to put up with, beyond worth it.

he hadn’t said anything to her for minutes. in fact, he couldn’t get up from his seat until the minute the car pulled up to the hotel and they needed to. she just stood, hands on her hips, looking down at him with her red painted lips, smirking, expecting whatever smart thing he was going to say. then he didn’t say anything.

it wasn’t disappointing. she knew she looked good. she saw in his face that she looked good. she was just surprised that it left him speechless, for that long.

then he took her hand on the way to the car. opened the door for her, closed it behind her, and the second he was in on that side, he grabbed her hand again and placed it in his lap. he just gave her a smile when she looked over.

he shaved for this. she liked it because she could see the lines on his face and the details that his beard normally hid. he looked like he belonged in a room of scholars. she looked like his beautiful prize. maybe on paper that sounded bad, but it was vincent, and being his prize was the greatest feeling of all. he was her’s, too.

when they got out of the car, and signed themselves in, vincent tugged her hand and she leaned in, his head tipping to say something to her.

words that made her stomach flip and her heart throb and everything in her body tingle. the feeling of being seen. the way you want to be seen. the way she’s only ever wanted anyone to see her. whispered in that one sentence.

she’s thought about it all night.

it was impossible to break them apart. she sat with him, hand in hand, letting the index finger of her other hand trace against the back of his as she listened to people speak, and present. it wasn’t until her sister had gone to the stage and maggie had to clap for her that they’d actually broken apart. however, when they were finished, vincent’s hand went right back to her thigh, resting over it tenderly without even looking.

the speaking event had ended and everyone could go back to their mingling. instead, maggie turned to vincent, giving him a smile. “your sister is very smart.” he grins.

“she is. i don’t know where she gets it because the rest of us are idiots.” she snorts.

“i think you’re a close second.”

maggie sighs, raising her hand to his shoulder. “thank you for not trying to prove me wrong and understand she definitely is the smartest.” there’s a lot of reasons. maggie thinks the smartest choice her sister ever made was moving away. she wished she’d done that, too. if she hadn’t met someone who kept her there. and then met someone else who kept her there.

“i’ve also met your brothers. bar’s low.” he shrugs, and she laughs.

he hand comes down to wrap in his, giving it a tight squeeze. she reaches out with the other, grabbing ehr champagne and taking a sip. she finishes the whole glass before setting it down, leaning back in vincent’s direction. “i really want to go back to the hotel.”

he looks her over. his eyes linger over every bit of her. her way of leaning in making his eyes linger down his dress for seconds longer than he did looking over her face. it made her smirk when he replied. “i’d like that too.”

she hums, leaning in to kiss the edge of his lips gently, so she wouldn’t leave a mark on his face. she could see when she pulled away she was starting to pull at his thread. she estimated another hour before he’d need to take one of his “breathers” in the bathroom. she never wanted to do that to him.

“we’ll say hello to my sister and leave.” she squeezes his hand again and stands up. with the ridiculous heels, they’re eye to eye, which is a nice way to be. at level with one another, just the way they were.

she walks towards her, as she’s gathered around her peers, talking and laughing. maggie likes seeing her enjoy herself like this. ellen didn’t have it easy. well, none of them did. but maggie knows that her isolation is what brought her to the best part of her life. maggie might have had it easier growing up, taking care of everyone and being the peacemaker, but it trapped her in their lives forever. they grew too dependent. now? no one depends on ellen. she can do whatever she wants. she’s happy for her. a bit jealous sometimes, but happy.

“hey you.” maggie says, grinning. “you sounded amazing.”

ellen looks up from her friends. she wasn’t one to burst into a hug. of all of them, she likes maggie the most. otherwise, she wouldn’t have been invited. “oh, thanks.” her voice is deeper than maggie’s. she sounds more intellectual. “everyone, this is my sister. she’s a teacher.” everyone nods, and maggie gives a rather insecure wave. she didn’t want to do more of this.

“what do you teach?” one of them asks.

“uhm, second grade.” she shrugs.

“shaping the minds of our youth. important job.” someone points a finger and nods. “not to mention putting up with those little shits.” there’s a few laughs and maggie follows, albeit nervously.

vincent gives her hand a squeeze, reminding her he’s there. that fact alone is a bit of a relief. but then ellen catches his eyes and she looks around to the other group. “i’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.”

the others drift away and it just leaves the three of them. maggie lets go of vincent’s hand. “this is my boyfriend vincent.” she gestures, and he steps forward, extending his arm for a handshake which ellen returns.

“nice to meet you.” she nods. “maggie usually finds a way to bring you up when she calls.” it’s a polite smile, and maggie has a hard time reading this situation. she told ellen she’d be bringing vincent. she seemed alright with it. though ellen’s always been good at covering up how she feels.

“i do the same.” he shrugs with a laugh. “you were really great up there. i don’t think we understood much of it but it sounded amazing.”

“thank you.” ellen nods. her body then shifts towards maggie. “and he’s... cool, with everything?” maggie raises an eyebrow, not sure what she means about everything. “like, brady and todd and sarah and stuff.”

“oh.” she sighs, “yeah, he’s the one having to calm me down most of the time.” she presses her lips together.

ellen crosses her arms over her chest, looking at vincent. “she deserves better, you know.”

“excuse me?” vincent pulls his eyebrows together.

“the way they treat her. she deserves better.”

“oh.” vincent nods, putting a hand on maggie’s back, who’s clearly getting a bit uncomfortable. “we make it work just fine.”

ellen shakes her head. “they’re shit. mom and dad don’t even call anymore.” she shrugs. “she’s been through too much to have her happiness ruined by those fucking losers.”

“ellen, we don’t need to have this talk right now.” maggie whispers.

“i just want him to understand.” she holds up her hands in defense. “like clearly you guys are happy and after that last douche, you felt like you weren’t going to get that and like, i’m happy that you are! you tell me all the perfect fairy tale stories and i’m happy for you. i just want him to understand that it shouldn’t be ruined by their poison.”

maggie’s face gets a bit red. she thinks about how much it already does affect them. a lot of her life is shaped around taking care of her siblings who can’t do the same. her nieces and nephew are the easy part. she shakes her head. “i appreciate you wanting success in my happiness.”

“no one deserves that more than you, mag.”

“then we agree on something.” vincent cuts in. “i get you’re protective and you’ve been there for all the things she’s suffered from, and puts up with, but i don’t want her less than savory situation to get between us. i love your sister a lot, she makes my life brighter and i’m not going to turn that in because her brothers are rotten.” he shrugs. “but i love maggie because she’s one of the kindest people i’ve ever met. she tries so hard for other people. she tries that hard for me. i’m never going to tell her to change that unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

ellen stands there for a moment, taking in his words. her arms cross over her chest and she sighs. “i hope you know when it becomes necessary.”

“if i don’t, i’m still going to be there to help her through it.” he shrugs.

maggie looks over at him, and he looks back, rubbing her back and giving her a smile. if it weren’t a familial situation, she might kiss him. but that seemed very inappropriate for the tone of the situation.

“all i can do is trust you.” ellen shrugs. “it was really nice to meet you. hopefully we can catch brunch or drinks or something before you guys leave.” there’s a pause. “sorry for unloading. i’d just been thinking about that a lot. i’m sure it wasn’t fun for a first impression.”

“you just care. i’d probably do the same.” vincent gives her a kind smile, and pulls away from maggie to reach out for another handshake, this time clasping his other hand around her’s, giving one of those dazzling smiles he gives. “i’m happy she has a sister like you.” 

ellen raises her eyebrows, returning that handshake before pulling back and looking at maggie. “whoa. it’s like he switches it on and sudden he’s a prince.”

“it’s scary.” maggie nods. she steps forward, pulling her sister in for a hug. ellen doens’t return it as tightly, but she never does. when maggie pulls back, she kisses her cheek, earning a cringe. “i’ll text you tomorrow.”

they exchange last goodbyes and maggie takes vincent’s hand, leading them out the door where they sit against a large rock, waiting for their cab.

“i appreciate what you did back there.” maggine traces her finger over his hand, which rests on her thigh. “sometimes i worry it’ll be too much for you.”

“no.” he shakes his head. “you’ve brought such joy to my life, it wouldn’t and even if it does, we’ll work through that together too.” he gives her a squeeze and she smiles, leaning into his shoulder.

“you’re the best man i know, vince.” she kisses his jaw.

“that’s a nice award to win.” he tilts his head, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. “you’re the best woman i know.”

“glad it worked out like that.”

“me too.”

he rubs over her thigh a bit more. moments of silence pass, sitting beside each other, and then he speaks again. “i know we had this very special moment just now but your dress is very distracting.” 

she laughs, wrapping her hand around his. “i don’t think that will be a problem for much longer, trust me.”

“thank god.” he whispers. “i’ve been thinking about taking that thing off of you all night.”