#You'll learn more things! I just have to stop playing and draw things for once lol

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Okay so I plan on drawing stuff for my Clangen nonsense but I just feel like it's important for you guys to know that my medicine cat is named Weedclaw

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I saw a headcanon for Izana as a Husband/Dad.

If it's okay can you do a couple for Shuji and Baji?

If you already made post about, you can ignore this ask.

Have a wonderful day! 🤗

Ok I've done Hanma as a husband and dad on this post because Baji really needs his own post but here's Hanma!

Husband

Actually picks a ring out for you pretty quickly, he's confident in knowing what you'd like.

Wakes you up with kisses often

Doesn't get genuine compliments that often so you can catch him off guard when he does get them.

Knows when you're lying or keeping things from him (it's very hard when you want to surprise him) he's very observant of you. 

Falls asleep on you a lot (conveniently trapping you under him often)

He likes perfumes a lot, not on himself particularly but he appreciates and notices when you wear it.

You're pretty much responsible for any wounds he get's, he's not bothered by them and won't bandage them but he'll let you do it if you want.

Takes a lot of pictures of you

Sings very loudly, and he has no problem singing for you (going out for your birthday means he'll sing happy birthday loudly in public)

Takes great joy in threatening anyone who dares to flirt with you (it's so much worse if anyone actually threatens you or scares you).

Moves around a bit in his sleep, when sharing a bed with him you will sometimes get kicked in the middle of the night

Isn't afraid to get your attention by some odd means, not paying attention to him? Expect a random lick on your cheek or hand or something else just as odd.

Despite the kind of wild wedding all of his friend's imagine him wanting, he actually just wants something small and intimate when he get's married. 

Will steal little bits of food from your plate, pays you back with kisses and cheeky grins. 

He  started using pet names ironically/ as a joke at first but then actually realises he likes it.

Takes you on a super long honeymoon

Likes soft things, including your hair, will sometimes just stroke it when relaxing with you.

Dad

He keeps telling the baby secrets, you'll hear him having a full one sided conversation with the baby but when you walk into the room he suddenly stops. (He's doing it on purpose to see your reaction)

Had to learn the hard way to be quiet around a sleeping baby

When they grow up a bit more, his kid is practically glued to his shoulders, baby Hanma likes peering down at everyone while his dad talks to people.

Tells his kid to call Kisaki as "uncle Kisaki" (Kisaki never agreed to this)

Before the baby is born he will refer to it as being "Shuji jr"

Was banned from teaching the baby the alphabet after he kept replacing words "K is for knuckleduster" 

Likes to play a lot of games with his kids, it's common to find him chasing after them pretending to be a monster or something.

Tries to teach his kids about the dangers of smoking and to not be like him but does it in the worst way possible "if you touch daddy's cigarettes then the monster under the bed will get you" this results in Hanma sheepishly grinning at you as the kids cling to you and ask to sleep in your bed instead.

Likes doing skin to skin contact with his baby a lot, especially if they fall asleep on him.

Takes lots of pictures 

Tickles his kids a lot

Sometimes he carries his kids when they're small in the weirdest ways possible. You once found him holding one tucked under his arm and holding the other upside down by their ankle. The kids love it though and were giggling the whole time.

Will use his kids to team up on you to pull pranks. (Sometimes nice ones too though)

Once you found him carefully drawing on his kids hands with one of those tattoo felt tip pens after they asked for tattoos like his, it was very cute 

Has accidentally taught the kids a few swear words over the years (he always tries to make it up to you after)

[vvh1sk3y]

Please a humble request! Can I have relationship HC’s with König! Much appreciated 💜💜💜

hehe of course ♥️

character(s): könig, gen!reader

warning(s): mentions of anxiety, könig's got it rough

könig is very much the shy one in your relationship. it takes him quite some time to feel comfortable engaging and asking to do certain things. he'll often beat around the bush or wait for you to make a move.

he needs constant reassurance. the poor man overthinks everything. if you look at him the wrong way he'll probably cry in the bathroom because he'll think you're mad at him. he is always worried there is someone much better than him out there that you'll leave him for.

he has absolutely no experience with relationships. no one ever liked him growing up, and the one time he asked a girl out he was purposely led on, manipulated, and then made fun of. after that, he found himself too scared to even attempt to flirt, never mind ask anyone out.

könig is so unbelievably touch-deprived. no one has ever touched him romantically in his life and the last time he was held or comforted by someone was as a young child, so small things like a hug or hand-holding will make his entire day.

he is a very large man- i imagine him to be 6'9 or so-, and of course that draws a lot of unwanted attention to him. people will sometimes stop and ask him tall he is or just stare. he feels much more comfortable with you by his side if he ever goes out. having you there to squeeze his hand and silently reassure him that he is okay means the world to him and makes life a bit easier.

he likes to be held, even if it's hard because of his large size. he likes resting his head on your thighs or your chest and having you pet or play with his hair :)

an ideal date for könig would be going to a botanical garden, when it's not busy that is, or going somewhere with lots of plants or wildlife. he knows a lot about nature and likes to tell you random facts about animals or plants he sees.

he likes to write you romantic poems and letters, he has a hard time telling you how he feels (he gets very very nervous and embarrassed) so instead, he'll slip you a paper with something he wrote and will go in the other direction. for your birthday, he wrote you a very long and elaborate letter in a card and was beat red and fidgeting as you read it.

he can be quite romantic at times. he likes to set up little candle-lit dinners at home and share an expensive bottle of wine with you.

könig is a huge nerd, he is a big fan of all things fantasy. lord of the rings, dungeons & dragons, etc. it was one of the many things he got picked on for growing up, and because of that, he kept it a more private interest until he felt comfortable enough talking about it with you. you'll randomly ask him questions about it just to see his face light up and to hear him talk.

likes calling you schatz (treasure) or liebling (darling) :,)

he taught you some german once thinking it would be fun to have you learn, but it makes him so flustered to hear you speak it.

[linksconnected]

THE REFERENCE IS HERE BOYS (after 6 months, literally)

So, going from left to right, Green, Red, Blue, Vio. Nicknames to be decided.

You'll never see so much detail on Blue's tunic btw, no way I'm drawing that again

Rambling under the cut

Okay so, after the adventure the four Links split up (less literally) and went to find what they actually wanted to do for the rest of their lives. Green ended up pursuing his job as a knight, and has been the one to stay the closest to Zelda, often coming over for "sleepovers" (just sleeping over in the castle) he's gotten quite good with a sword, tho that means he's lost other abilities with other weapons. He is dangerous with a bow in his hands, and will kill someone on his side by accident. He's gotten a copy of the four sword, as to not break the original. It doesn't feel as good as the original, but it's all he's got.

Blue decided to keep traveling, having gained a liking to it during their adventure. He's a little like a missionary (I think that's what it's called?) making a living by killing monsters and animals for money. He refuses to kill people, drawing his line there. If they want someone gone, they can contact the knights of Hyrule.

He's gotten quite good at a bunch of weapons! His favorite at the moment being a spear, which he also uses as a walking stick when going long distances (which is always) it's a nice job, keeps him from having to interact with too many people, even if he's like to, he's never been good at it.. too quick to anger, it seemed

Red and magic cannot live without each other. They've learned how to cook and bake, but they've learned in.. untraditional ways. It's only been a year since they've stopped burning their hands every time they tried making bread. But they're quite skilled once they figure out the fire part! Blue often takes some of their food when passing by their house, and at this point Red's cooking is the only healthy thing Vio remembers to eat, so it's working out!

Red is loved by basically everyone in the town, and after getting money to buy a house and start cooking, they've quickly learned that people would just- trade them supplies! A pie for fresh vegetables, or some soup for new clothes. They've found it to be less stressful than working for money

they don't live together anymore, tho Blue doesn't have a stable house, and therefore has his own room in Red's house, which is mostly empty almost all of the time.

Vio had spent months researching how to bring Shadow back, and after resurrecting them through...not so legal methods, the gremlin is back! They live with Vio, and often visit Zelda to play ye olde monopoly. They're still a bit of an ass, but everyone is trying to fix that, it ain't working. They don't mind behind an asshole! They found a cat yesterday, vioooo can they keep it??? Vio's spent some time at school, wanting to learn more than they already did, now that they've finished, they find most of their info in books, being a regular at the library. They're still closed off, but make some effort to try and smile at people, it looks.. awkward, but they're trying. They desperately need sunlight. Shadow goes more outside than them! Apart from going to the library, Vio doesn't leave the house much, Blue or Shadow have to physically drag them out for them to go anywhere else. Which did result in Red calling them a vampire. Shadow has clearly affected their personality, but it's shown more when they're with it, since they're a lot more open, all smirks and snarky comments, it's a side not a lot of people like, but that's shown often (since Shadow's always clinging to them)

Shadow has changed quite a bit since their original journey, and has learned about food, commonly stealing Red's freshly baked goods. They don't have a sweet tooth, instead opting for sour things, like lemons (heh) or any sour candy the nice grandma living near will give them. Vio is actually the one with the sweet tooth, often seen eating chocolate or Red's cupcakes. They've shared their love of cheesecakes with Shadow once and now it's the only thing the imp will buy them.. take a break gods, pomegranates are also pricey but appreciated

Vio: 5`4

[seramilla]

So human au before they moved in with Carmilla whenever Emily had a nightmare or was feeling bad Sera let her sleep with her and cuddle up with her it always made Emily feel better to cuddle up with her sister and just be held she suspected that it also made Sera feel better. Whenever Sera seemed upset or overly stressed Emily would offer but Sera always said no trying to deny that things were worse than normal. Eventually Emily started pretending to have nightmares whenever she thought Sera was overly stressed or upset so far she hasn't caught on but is worried that her concerns are scaring Emily and affecting her.

Sera will be the first to admit -- despite Emily being the most easy-going child a guardian could ask for, raising her hadn't always been sugar and rainbows. Adjusting to life as a working adult had been quite a jarring experience to the young college dropout. Being a parent responsible for another entire human life, well... that had been something else entirely.

Daytime was easier, in retrospect. She would drop Emily off at daycare at the ass crack of dawn, put in her 8 hours at the office, and then leave in the late afternoon to pick her sister up and take her home. Emily was always a delight for her teachers -- she never fussed at mealtimes, always played nice with the other children, and went down for a nap like the sandman himself had knocked her out cold.

She was happy as could be on the ride home, and during dinner, and in the few hours that Sera got to play with her before bed. The sisters would go on many fantastical adventures with what dolls and toys Sera could afford. Emily would giggle like a maniac, ask Sera for "uppies!" when the young girl was feeling needy, and ultimately fall asleep in her arms after a bedtime story.

Daytime and its waning hours were easier. It was nighttime that often proved troublesome. Not that she blamed Emily in the least. Not after what her little sister had been through.

It didn't happen every night. Not even most nights. But once or twice a week, usually at ungodly hours of the morning, when the world was dead and every other living thing was sound asleep, Sera would be awoken suddenly by a cry somewhere in the apartment.

Back when she'd slept in the living room, because she'd given the bedroom to Emily...sounds of sobbing and abject fear would get closer and closer to her from down the hallway. Tiny footfalls would draw nearer, ever and ever faster, until a tiny body would be trying desperately to climb onto the futon next to her. Little grasping hands would grip her face, and hot breaths would brush against her cheeks, screaming her name.

"Sera! Sera! Up! Want up!"

The first few times it happened, Sera had been terrified, worried her sister was in physical pain. That she'd somehow hurt herself wandering around at night, or got into something she shouldn't. After the next few times it happened, she learned to stop panicking. It didn't help Emily, and only got her even more worked up.

After Sera learned what those tiny hands felt like on her face, and how the weight of the futon would dip whenever her sister wanted "up!", the older woman would reach out for Emily in the dark, and pull her up onto the thin mattress, drawing her close into her arms.

"Ssshh! Ssshh! Emi, my love, you'll wake the neighbors. It's okay. You're all right. Tell me what happened?"

"Monster! The monster! It crash! I scared!"

Sera learned early on that even though Emily was too young to understand exactly what happened to her that night, Emily still had vivid dreams of the moment their parents died. She can't imagine what that felt like...being such a tiny, helpless person, strapped into a car seat, experiencing such a violent event. Then having to be dragged out of a car by the jaws of life, and handed off to complete strangers she'd never met before, with the flashing lights of ambulances and screams of police sirens all around...

Fuck, even an adult would have lingering trauma after surviving something like that. Let alone a baby. Sera is astonished Emily can even function as well as she does, all things considered.

But these late-night episodes...even though they ring with the echoes of past trauma...these moments were just for them. If Sera had been completely honest with herself, they were reminders that she was needed. That Emily loved her, specifically sought her out for warmth and comfort, and trusted her to soothe the pain and fear away.

Sera got used to having Emily beside her at night. They'd fall asleep, and awaken to a world that was much more beautiful and bright than the things that lingered in the dark, that were waiting to snatch up little girls without warning. At some point, it became a sort of comfort for Sera, knowing that Emily would be there when she woke up, all snotty-nosed and drooling on their shared pillow. She'd have to drag them both out of bed, and get ready for the day, but it was well worth it.

So when time happened, and Sera eventually got them an apartment with their own rooms, Emily grew out of her incessant night terrors. She was getting older. She was growing up, and starting school, as children are wont to do. More often than not, she stayed in her own bed at night. All night.

Sera began to feel... against her own will and better judgement... utterly and selfishly begrieved.

Sera's world was getting more complicated. Her job was more demanding, the bills were piling up, and she didn't make enough to cover them. While she was still relatively trapped in the same old cycle for years on end, Emily herself was changing. Every day, her little sister was evolving, and coming into her own. Even though she knew it was completely unwarranted, and entirely foolish to feel this way about a child...Sera couldn't help but feel her sister slowly but surely pulling away.

Not physically or emotionally. Just in the way she interacted with the world, and the way her independence kicked into full throttle by the time she was 7 years old.

Emily was leaving Sera behind. And even though Emily would never admit it to her big sister, the introspective, empathetic little girl understood far more than Sera gave her credit for.

She sensed the stress that Sera was going through. Felt it in the way Sera worked longer hours, and forced herself to talk to her after school. The way she could barely stay awake long enough to help Emily with her homework. Every time Emily would ask Sera, "Are you okay?", Sera would just give her a feigned, forced smile, and pretend everything was fine.

"I'm okay, Emi," Sera would say, despite the clear weight of the bags under her eyes, and the pallor of her skin in the unnatural light of the kitchen. It was obvious Sera wasn't okay, but Emily trusted her sister implicitly. Sera took care of her. Provided for her. Her big sister always encouraged her to tell her when something was wrong. To always ask for help when she needed it. She would never lie to Emily about something like this.

Would she?

Emily didn't mean to deceive Sera. Not really. It wasn't really lying when it was a half-truth. In the way that logic worked in the mind of a 7-year-old, Emily reminded herself that lots of kids she knew threw tantrums, or faked being sick, or worse. This was nothing, compared to all that.

Right?

One evening -- the night before Emily knew her sister would be interviewing for a big, important job in the city the next day -- she managed to stay awake until she heard Sera settle herself into bed. Emily waited another 30 minutes or so after that, to not make it obvious. She stayed awake as long as she could, until the weight of her own eyelids threatened to force her asleep before she could execute her plan.

With her last burst of energy, Emily forced a convincing wail out of her mouth. It came naturally, after a few minutes. She still remembered what the dreams felt like, and drew upon those memories. It wasn't hard. They didn't haunt her as much anymore, but they were still there, sitting behind her brain, ready to fuel the performance of the century.

She didn't wait too long after that to go to Sera; she was afraid she wouldn't be convincing, if Sera had to get up to check on her. She rushed into Sera's room, not bothering with the light, and crawled into bed beside her sister. Sera's new bed was much smaller than the futon had been, but there was still more than enough room for her to crawl under the covers and cuddle up next to her. Like when she was little.

"Sera, wake up! Please! I had the dream again!"

Sera seemed genuinely shocked, when her sister suddenly manifested in the bed beside her. Not having been forced out of a dead sleep for close to a year at that point, it genuinely took her several seconds to comprehend what was happening. Emily was smashed up right next to her face, hot tears pouring down her cheeks, like they hadn't in such a long time...

Sera's arms shot out and gripped her tightly, almost before her brain finished catching up with what was happening. Emily continued sobbing into her shoulder, and Sera's hind brain took control, like an instinct. In her half-asleep stupor, Sera didn't even have to think before starting to comfort the little girl.

"Oh, oh, my Emi! It was just a dream, darling. I'm here. Come here."

Sera scooted back in the bed, up against the wall, so Emily had plenty of room on the mattress. She'd traded that old futon for a new twin bed some time ago. But Emily was still small enough to fit in there with her, and honestly, with even tighter quarters, it just meant the girl cuddled up even closer to her than usual.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Sera asked, yawning, and stroking Emily's cheeks. She was doing a terrible job of hiding how tired she truly was; fighting against the dirty beast that was the need for sleep, to be there for her little sister once again.

"...No," Emily said, bluntly. She was exhausted, too, and didn't want to have to pretend to be in distress any more than she already was. "Just hold me, Sera. Please."

"Okay..."

Sera held Emily close to her, for the rest of the night, until the incessant blaring of her phone alarm went off the next morning. Upon waking to the fresh hell that was her daily routine, Sera was pleasantly surprised to feel more rested than she had in a long while. Thank heaven for that, she'd thought. She was going to need all the extra energy she could spare that day.

As she and Emily prepared to leave, piled into the car, and headed toward Emily's school, the smile on Sera's face was a touch more genuine than it had been lately. As they pulled up to that big, fancy building that Emily called her school, Emily opened her door to get out, but Sera held on to the child's arm, pausing her departure for just a moment longer.

Sera smiled and pulled her sister closer, to land a perfectly aimed, maternal sort of kiss directly to her cheek. All lips, with an exaggerated "mwah!" at the end of it. Emily blushed profusely.

"Sera, stoooop!" Emily whined. "Not in front of my friends!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sera insisted, laughing. "I just love you so much."

Emily wiped the invisible essence of her older sister off her cheek with defiance. She closed the car door, and hoisted her heavy backpack further up her shoulder. For some reason, the girl insisted on taking all of her workbooks home after school every night, to absolutely make sure she got all her homework done. For better or worse, she really was learning to be as dedicated to academics as her sister.

Before Emily could walk away, Sera beamed at her. She blew her another kiss, and despite herself, Emly grinned and blew one back.

"I love you, Em!" Sera said. "Things will be better soon. I just know it. I have a good feeling about today!"

Emily smiled, and waved at Sera as she put the car into drive. "I love you, too! Do your best!"

Sera watched and made sure Emily entered the school building safely before she pulled away. She had her interview first thing that morning that she had a really good feeling about.

She guessed she could be back to her regular office job by 10:00, if she played her cards right. She'd told her boss she had a dentist appointment that morning, and Sera was determined to stick to that story, whether she got this new job or not. What her boss didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

[lorimnnn]

hey babez :3 could u possibly write about how michael feels for a hyperfemme bimbo gf? like he never sees her without heels and lashes on X3 this is shamelessly a self insert lol

i have no excuses. this has been sitting in my inbox and stewing in my mind for way too long but here it is!!! i was so excited to put it out I have no idea what happened lol

hope you enjoy my love!!

p.s. remember to reblog and comment!!!

cw: swearing, canon-typical violence, suggestive themes

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i feel like a lot of the people who say he wouldn't care because he's literally a psychopathic serial killer forget he was born in 1957. He was literally raised in the sixties--- he won't care BUT HE'S GOING TO NOTICE.

michael is a watcher. long before he approached you he has memorised your routine, developed favourites from your closet, salivated over the doe-eyed batting of your long lashes when something doesn't quite go your way. you will later learn that your missing makeup products and fraying clothes is because of this fucker playing with you.

he's intrigued by you. the way you prance around without a care in the world, legs exposed, everything exposed. it's so scandalous. it feels like a sin to look at you alone.

the confidence that you carry yourself with only arouses him even more. he can't even fully objectify you because you know your worth and have standards and therefore he finds himself wondering what you're like. your personality. everything in between.

it becomes obsessive

when he approaches you, it's to extinguish his desire over your body. over you.

if he lets it go any further he'll---

are you... are you flirting with him?

he doesn't know how to feel with you looking directly at him, flinging comments his way despite knowing, KNOWING who he is. you're not even mistaken, you're just going for it even though he still has a knife in his hand

he already can't resist you

when you start running your hands down his body, he's done. just done.

if you're a bimbo in the 1960s (idfk you time travelled), you're going to be an outsider yourself and it makes him feel closer to you. you're practically a power couple--- two outsiders doing whatever the fuck you want with your lives? marriage. now.

you make him feel like a filthy old man. michael was raised with ideas of a white-picket fence and a busy 9-5 with a pretty wife to come home to. all that jazz. while he isn't that traditional you're going to be uprooting everything he once thought he knew and you best believe that when he looks at you, there is not one clean thought in his head

he becomes possessive tenfold. it doesn't help that you're dead gorgeous. will try stop you from leaving the house. will lock you and isolate you in there if he knew it wouldn't draw attention. why the fuck did you have to be so popular?

so many guys asking after you are now dead. and they keep popping up like flies--- Michael gets annoyed by this really easily. it's probably the only part of your getup and lifestyle that he doesn't really like. since he's a pretty independent killer and likes to go and do his own thing, it sets him on edge knowing he can't leave you alone for a minute without having like, 500 men pile up on his hit list

you get a free scary dog now at least. yay! privileges! feel free to walk wherever you want at whatever time of day or night. Michael will take care of you and castrate any man dumbass enough to even look your way

michael is so obsessed it's not okay

his favourite part about this though is watching you get ready. then tearing it all off you and watching you have to start again. you'll be doing your makeup and his hands will just be running up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs and waist, bruises left in his wake.

you'll be constantly swatting him away because he can't help himself. his hand is always on an exposed part of your skin

he just thinks you're so gorgeous and not in a loving way, but an inquisitive way. he's genuinely affronted by how good you look and he doesn't understand it, that explosive, sensual vitality of yours that can never be snuffed out and is so, uniquely you. he wants to pull you apart and understand you because just like him, you're an anomaly of your time

he already has a staring problem... can you imagine him now? he's not looking away once. it'll quickly get uncomfortable because he just won't stop. doesn't even wanna close his eyes when you're sleeping. everything you do to him is just provoking him. push his face away? he's going to steel himself and lean into your touch. shove him? he's a brick wall and thinks you're feeling him up. yell at him about it? he's unimpressed--- don't you get it? you're literally the centre of his world. why would he look away?

michael is literally feral for you i don't make the rules

tell him you've got nothing to wear and he will go and pick an outfit he's lowkey been fantasising about for a good month, waiting for the opportunity. and it's actually pretty good. depending on how you react, this will become his love language for you--- acts of service.

definitely starts targeting other bimbos and stealing from their closet to give you clothes.

i have a very clear image in my head of The Shape himself, prowling down the streets of Haddonfield and surveying the empty streets of the night, utterly ferocious as he hunts his next kill---

completely softening when his bimbo s/o, previously clinging to his arm like they're on a nightly stroll, trips over nothing.

if your feet ever start to hurt from the heels, he will happily carry you. but not in a cute way. as in a 'I want you around but you're holding me up. I'm going to sweep you off your feet now. Don't fall."

decorate his mask with lip prints

I dare you

you'd think he would hate it but it's been like a few weeks and the lip prints are still there. you know he loves it. he knows he loves it. he will always pretend to be indifferent though and it will surprise you every time. michael can care less about how scary he looks. even with his s/o making him look like a besotten college boyfriend, looking scary is the last of his worries when he's literally a famed killer.

since he's following you anyway, use his pockets. mechanics overalls have so many pockets. and he'll encourage you. if you ever end up walking around at night with him and start complaining that you forgot your lipgloss at home, he's going to suddenly be holding out his hand--- he's a walking, non-talking, portable storage bin and be grateful because this is his only way of showing non-physical affection lmao. i fully suggest you take advantage of this. he doesn't need his pockets anyway, he holds his knife. so feel free to stock him up and rummage around as much as you like

but be warned. if you touch him in the slightest when retrieving your lipgloss from one of his pockets, he's going to think you're sending signals.

holds all your specialists at knife point so you can get your stuff done for free. if you don't like that, just tell him. but he thinks he's helping you lmfao. your poor nail girl is pissing herself trying to glue on your acrylics

just give him lots of kisses to fuel up for the day and he's good (he will stand there and act unresponsive and neutral, but if you don't give him his daily dose of affection he's going to continue to stand there, blocking your path until you do)

and don't be fooled, either. Michael may be soft on you but he is not a soft man

definitely takes sick pleasure in seeing his bruises peeking out of your skimpy clothes, his marks on full display on your neck. it's just so territorial and it's one of the few things that is able to send a rush through him--- knowing that everyone wants you and that you're walking prey, but you've already been claimed

is like an animal around you. give him one signal and you will definitely be devoured--- i hope you don't spend a lot of money on clothes because you're going to find a lot of it destroyed. better learn how to sew

just think of him as your pet rabid dog. full stop.

otherwise i actually think Michael loves his hyperfemme bimbo gf. not that he'll admit it, but you know. he's horrible at hiding it but it has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't try. just stay out of trouble and he won't wreck havoc on your life <3

Michael has always been an outsider.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he'd become a killer as a kid, although that was the first and most obvious sign. Growing up in the sanitarium had only conditioned him into believing he could never be anything else and that his only mercy would be embracing it. Funny. Now he was rumoured to be the devil incarnate: the ultimate outsider.

But that wasn't the point.

Even if Michael weren't a killer, he'd always been different. A flimsy grasp on emotions and even clumsier responses to things that were supposed to inspire sympathy. Sadness. Pity. The in-between emotions that weren't quite happy but weren't quite sad or angry or scared. But he'd just been slow in development, right? One day it would end and he would wake up and be like the rest of them. It had been a naive thought--- it had gotten Judith killed.

The sanitarium also taught Michael other things, other than the fact that he would never belong in society as anything more than a menace and disruption. He learned that he was a rarity. Some sort of unexplainable anomaly that they had to contain because they couldn't understand, and because he didn't care about changing that, he would never be free. The sanitarium had taught Michael that people feared him because there weren't many of him. So he gave them something real to fear.

He never really came across someone like him. It wouldn't have really changed things, but it would have added bredth to perspective. But Michael would soon find out that anomalies like him came in all shapes and sizes. Anomalies, like you, were just as strange, even if you fit in much better than he did.

You.

He didn't know what to make of you.

"Hey sexy!" A drunkard's voice floated over the heads over the bar and stabbed right into your back. You only wrinkled your nose.

"Um, ew!"

"Aw, don't be like that. You don't mean that." His eyes raked over you. "Looking for anybody, hey? I can save you the time you spend searching."

You look like you're about to gag. "No. Like, never. In a kajillion years."

"Bitch."

"What's the word again?" You frowned. "The men with no dicks?"

"... Eunuchs?"

"Yeah!" You beamed. "That's you. 'Cause you have no balls."

His friends roared in laughter as red crawled over the man's face. You were satisfied enough by then to move on. You knew he wasn't done. He'd probably try follow you home. That made you smirk.

You had a little magic trick up your sleeve for little diseases like them. A magic trick you weren't even sure knew that you knew he existed: Michael fucking Myers.

Michael didn't understand what it was about you that stuck out so much. You were here at the bar for what every other person was there for. Talk. Drink. Fuck, maybe, if you got lucky that was. You were all dolled up like every other woman in the room but it was like the spotlight was naturally attracted to you and he couldn't look away. Was it that tiny little skirt? Your tits pressed up towards your chin by a tight little top? You were so scandalously dressed and hid nothing. Your intentions were clear and yet somehow that repelled people the same way it drew them in.

Michael could tell you were like him. You couldn't relate to the conversations. The difference was that you tried to. They'd just laugh at you and walk away--- another dead tonight.

How long has it been, now? Since he'd started stalking you? A few days? Weeks? Months?

It had never occurred to him that you could be doing it on purpose. Changing with your blinds wide open, bending over when you caught a glimpse of him standing there in your mirror. But the obsession had gripped him. There was no escaping.

And it was distracting him horribly.

You would die tonight, he decided. These... Feelings would die with you.

It all happens in moments.

Him, following you home.

Him, raising the knife above his head.

You, turning before it could meet home, pressing your body against his.

"I knew you'd say hi one day."

Michael stops. Tilts his head.

"Not like this, though." You pout. You run your finger down the cheek of his mask and along the zipper of his mechanic's overalls. Your touch is electric and he can nearly feel it against his skin, the thrills exploding at the slightest pressure. "I'm honestly kind of hurt."

He could kill you now.

Maybe give you a chance to run?

Having you see him and speak directly to him, though, is a dizzying feeling he can't quite seem to recover from. But from the outside he looks stoic. He looks like he's humouring you before your inevitable death, which you inwardly frantically hope against.

"Michael, right?" You taste the word, curiously finding your way around it. "Mikey."

He stares at you impassively.

"I thought you had a crush on me." You draw circles into his chest with your finger and tilt your head back to look at him. "Did I get it wrong?"

Er... Not really.

You were either really dumb or maybe just---

Maybe a little weird like him.

Michael slowly lowers the knife. You take it as an olive branch and push yourself further against him, hard enough to feel the contours of his toned stomach and the rippling valleys of his body. Muscular. Well, he was a serial killer. You could put that thought away for now, though.

"I've been dying for you to talk to me all week. What took you so long?" You bite your lip. "I almost went and talked to you myself. Oh. Oooh. Maybe I should have. I think you're more excited than I am that we're finally talking."

Experimentally, his hand comes up to take hold of your throat. He inspects you--- your long, fake lashes framing filthy doe eyes, the sparkling smear of eyeshadow across your lid that matches your abnormally long and sharp nails. The confidence in which you hold yourself despite being at the mercy of The Shape himself. Genuine.

You're being genuine.

And Michael is... Feeling things. A lot of things. It's almost overwhelming, the onslaught of arousal, the heightened obsession, the near-desperate desire to possess you right there and then---

Mine, he thinks, and he almost says it out loud. Mine.

[caffstrink]

do you have any tips on how to live off as artist professionally?

First of all art isn't always a viable option depending where you live. The only reason ive been able to live off art is because the american dollar is worth 5x more than the brazilian real so even if i didn't get many comms i could still get by with the few i had. and if that wasn't the case I'd pretty much be eating breadcrumbs off the floor like a pigeon.

1. Whore yourself out and draw fanart of every popular or trending thing to gather attention to youe art

2. Learn your platforms: learn how each websites algorithm works, learn what are the best hours to post, etc

3. I cannot stress enough how important it is to find your niche

4. Everyone is fake no one wants to be your friend, other popular artists will start following you the moment your following becomes good enough. They'll start to interact with you too and want to become mutuals in order to share followings/traction. If you can play into that you can get them to share your stuff as well, but honestly don't fall for it bc most of them shittalk other artists on their privs or personal servers and the stress isnt worth it

5. Draw nsfw if possible/if you're comfortable with. People who commission porn pay well and they often have very few options when commissioning stuff bc most artists don't accept porn commissions.

6. Accept being an artist is a hard job that doesn't pay really well. If you're freelancing on comms life's always going to be a tightrope, so i suggest trying to do professional work once in a while so you can at least have the security of a salary. Draw backgrounds, gestures, scenes, studies, and the likes, bc those are what companies will want in your portfolio

7. Depending where you live it's extremely hard to live off as an artist, and being an artist is often means a very difficult struggle with finances. It's a job that requires passion, and more often than not turning art in a job causes creative burnout and complete loss of spark for it. Ask yourself: why do you want to be a professional artist? Isn't it better to keep it as a hobby? Maybe a side gig if you need money? You can still pursue art even if you don't do it to earn money, and it doesn't make you any less of an artist. It's a difficult job, and you need to understand its not going to be viable at all times and sometimes you'll have to throw in the towel and do something else to survive and there's 0 shame in that.

8. Be professional and courteous with your clients. Don't be a doormat, but don't go around ghosting people or being passive aggressive or taking them for granted and never deliver any product. Doing art for money is a JOB. Treat it like such. Inform your clients about delays, or any issues that may come up.

9. Take care of yourself and by that i mean eat decent food, exercise your arms, get 8 hours of sleep and get some sun (or take vitamin D periodically if youre a basement dweller). This isn't some self care uwu shit, it's actual science that your body is a machine and not providing what it needs to function leads to issues, and some of those issues include affecting your mental health, and mental health issues include and are not limited to: anxiety, depression, burnout, loneliness, feeling like your art sucks, feeling unmotivated, feeling like you're a failure, etc. Same with physical: for the love of GOD you DON'T want wrist issues. You dont want carpal or ulnar nerve entrapment. Don't draw 24/7. Don't push yourself either. If youre feeling shitty its time to STOP. Just picture a shitty graphics card trying to run minecraft with 5 shaders and 10 mods at once on fullscreen with 60 fps. Thats you. Youre the graphics card

10. Don't be a bitch, don't get involved with drama. Can't be an internet artist if you get cancelled so don't try to start shit at any point in time. Don't be a shit person.

And from the top of my head thats it, hope you like eating plain bread 🍞

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[macabremuscle]

Uncharacteristically Soft Pyramid Head Headcanons

I woke up with feels for the big guy today and didn't let myself get out of bed until I'd written this. Is he sexy? Of course. Does he fuck? Absolutely. But I felt like the man needs some fluff too so here's that. OOC perhaps but it's not my fault I look I big scary monsters and go "ah yes another comfort character"

No warnings. Only fluff.

Obviously can't talk himself, but loves the sound of your voice. Doesn't matter what you want to talk about, he's happy. Even better if you want to read him a story

Has a small hyperfixation with your face. When you two are cuddling he'll often trace his fingers over your feature, especially your lips. He thinks you're beautiful and is a little jealous he can't have a normal human face. Reassure him you think he's handsome please

Takes him a while to actually get used to it, but once he's comfortable with you he's very touchy. Always wants a hand on you. Gives him peace of mind to know where you are at all times. He's more reserved about you touching him, but just go slow, he'll warm up to it in no time. He's just never received affection and good touch before and doesn't know what to do with it

He can't give kisses but his tongue will snake out from his helmet and caress your cheek sometimes. It's the best he can manage. Will also lick over your hands when he's in a particularly soft mood. Like a big dog or cat. If you kiss the tongue he stiffens and will either retract it or grip you tighter. That's basically his form of blushing

Doesn't know sign language but you eventually learn to communicate pretty well with him through a mix of hand signals and body language. He'll excitedly wave you over with a low grumble if he's found something he want you to see

Admittedly, he doesn't get it, but if you make an attempt to try and clean him up, he thinks it's sweet. His open wounds don't bother him much considering pain and suffering is all he's ever known within Silent Hill but if you make a fuss and try and heal him he thinks the world of you. It was very cramped but he did enjoy when you dragged him to the shower. The feeling of you scrubbing away the grim and making him smell like you was very enjoyable

He doesn't eat. It's not necessary for his survival. But that won't stop him from curiously swiping various things off your plate. If it smell good or is something he's never seen before he's grabbing it. I feel like he'd love french fries

Is actually pretty talkative in his own way. He can't form words but his growls and rumbles have different meanings. He's obviously got his aggressive noises he uses on other monsters but you've heard a plethora of other sounds too. Happy rumbles like purring when you're falling asleep in his arms, little whines when you tell him you have to leave, sometimes you'll get a short little noise paired with a head tilt like he's asking a question in response to what you said

He doesn't really have hobbies for obvious reasons. He will pick up on some of your behaviors, he subconsciously mirrors you. I HC that he can't read so, as I stated above, he loves you reading to him. He'll see that you like to draw? He manages to find some old paper and pens lying around. Encourage him to draw with you. He grips the pen like a toddler and his lines aren't smooth but he can make some crude pictures and he gifts every single one to you

Surprisingly likes music. You ever seen those videos of people playing for elephants and they just kinda sway to the beat? That's him. He won't be a huge fan of hardcore genres but anything that has a nice tempo he seems to like. Even better if you can play or sing! It's like he's hypnotized. He'll get very pouty when you try to stop and keeps begging you for just one more song

He's unsure of what he feels toward you considering it's all new. Every aspect of your relationship, he's never experienced or even witnessed before. You have to teach him everything. But even if he doesn't fully understand it, he's not stupid. He cares for you so much. He'd slaughter anything that threatened you or your relationship with him. He desperately wishes he could tell you how he feels but you know through all the other ways he shows you

[04dissection]

You know what? I'm not hiding this please have all of my crane wives music assignments for the prisoners plus Es(Note: I am not confident on all of these):

Haruka: Empty Page

Cut me a path, and I will follow it, Draw me a line, and I'll avoid it- I'm nothing if not obedient. You have my word.

You'll do it better, show me how. You'll do it better, show me how. Tie me up by my callow belief, Someday I'll make something out of me, Years of imitating mastery, Only made me a better thief.

Yuno: Pretty Little Things

I cut straight to the heart. I don't believe the pretty little things that you say, I've heard a lot of little pretty things. Don't buy me flowers, It pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away.

Maybe you're right, and maybe I have been used up, By another man's hungry hands. And maybe you're right, and maybe I have been ruined, By another man after him- But maybe I'm the one who's right.

Fuuta: High Horse

We get what we deserve, We never really learn.

I keep tallies, I keep score. I'm a petty thing on a high, high horse. You've got your mouth open, I hold my tongue, There's so many things that we can't ignore.

You are never gonna change her mind, so don't try.

Muu: Icarus

They're burning down the orchard to the soil, To the soil, to the grave. Spreading out the ashes of a love, That only gave and gave.

Our hands are pulling everything apart, Fall apart, falling back- Tell yourself there's no more need to lie, We don't have time for that.

Leave our footprints to be lost along the ground, Oh my brother, my brother, my brother, There is nothing left to bring me back down.

Shidou: Metaphor

I cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments, You can't trust a single thing I say. I keep my closet free of skeletons, 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves.

I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape, And all these words are sweet and meaningless!

Mahiru: Strangler Fig

Now I'm trapped within your walls and all I want is to be free, For as Winsome as you may be- All you're doing now is losing me

From your pulpit what will you preach? How to live a good long life that's full of suffering.

Oh, I Gave you everything I had, Now I, now I want it back!

Kazui: The Well

All the words I couldn't say to you, Fill up the spaces in my chest, Like spare coins poised on the tip of my tongue, I make a wish and hold my breath.

Oh, the damage I'd have wrought- That old house, those rotting memories, Burned easier than I'd have thought

Amane: Scars(from what I know, this one has only ever been played live! So no studio recording if you look for it)

I’m not the person that I thought I was- I couldn't tell you where the ache came from. Maybe born in a storm beneath an angry sky- Now it’s raining in my head nearly all the time

All the love, all the kindness, all your best laid plans, Couldn't stop me from becoming the way that I am.

Was I born with a hole in my heart? A fatal fault at the start, Tell me it’s inevitable that I’d end up with scars.

Nothing could’ve been done, Is that right?

Mikoto: Queen of Nothing

Stop the car, I wanna get out. I'm craving open air and solid ground. 'Cause I've been watching from the backseat, Watching the world slipping past me.

Isn't this what you wanted? Time sure feels like it's running out- Just finish what you started.

On and on to the next town- Can we slow down?

Kotoko: The Wolf

I am not a builder, I'm much better at blowing things down

I light torches in my sleep, I have gasoline in my veins- I am always burning, burning, burning

Can it be easy for once? Cause I'm no good at being kind to myself, Or anyone. I am a falling axe, I am a sharpened knife, I am a poison asp, I am a risk to your life, My love.

I am a beast at your back, You better run for your life. Your life.

Es: The Crooked, The Cradle

There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still. I'm nobody's daughter.

I won't pretend, My season won't end. But I pray When it's done, when it's through, I'll have something left for you.

Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me? The crooked are smiling, they know me the best.

[mejomonster]

Ill stop being a broken record soon (about sherlock chapter one anyway - im just starting the next game and WILL be blathering about it lol)

If you do want to play a be-sherlock simulator? Sherlock Holmes Chapter One is worth checking out. Or if, like me, you like detective games generally (i recommend Judgement by the way if thats your vibe), id also say pick this up because the freedom to make wrong deductions and decide outcomes is quite the unique choice and its interesting to see. Many detective games can give you a case to solve (and as a story nerd id like to solve them thoroughly and correctly). And they'll hold your hand to some extent because u generally do Need to solve the cases to continue the game. Now, SHCO does to an extent hold your hand, with the typical gameplay tools and by providing eventual paths To Progress the cases in some direction depending on how many clues you find and deductions you put together in the mind palace. But because most of the cases have areas you can be wrong and progress, or pick from multiple viable options to decide what happened, and just the fact you decide the final outcome for that accused... fascinating. It means the case writing is interesting enough you do guess to yourself who did it, and regularly change your guess based on evidence, and theres no obvious BAM for sure guess (in contrast simpler detective shows like some cdramas i love often have easy to guess perpetrators once you learn the writing pattern). When i saw this game's reviews, people seemed mixed on this particular feature of the game. Since it means theres many points where you feel either theres no True perpetrator and the game changes it, or you feel theres no power to determine the Truth.

But i think... partly thats the point. Verner (lol) wont shut up about his opinion of many things possibly mattering more than the truth, and in true frustrating fashion you are JUST as aggravated as Sherlock is by the difficulty in Absolutely being sure of the Truth. And that frustration, and experience, is hammered home in the very final decision of the game: deciding the answer to the main question you started this journey for. You can pick any of the answers. You'll get its own ending. Sherlock will be certain he deduced the truth. Or at least, as certain as you Or him can be... when any 4 of those scenarios might be the truth as far as you can tell. Sherlock's shaken, and maybe he isn't convinced of the truth being certain any more than you are... but he does DECIDE on an answer to live with. He is unsure whats true, but picks one of many possible truths and gives himself closure with it. A very relatable though painful experience pretty much everyone does in life at some point.

And i think thats a big reason they designed so many cases that way. Its not that the game's whole story is unfirm, or the cases stories are inconsequential. No. Its just that the point is in the meaning you take from a world you can never fully completely be sure of, how you pick what to base your life on when you can only be sure of your own reasoning. But no mattwr how much you wish to control life by understanding it, you can never fully understand it, never fully know everything. Ambiguity is part of life and life is impossible to fully control. The cases are like that so you feel like Sherlock, trying desperately to nail down a firm reliable truth to make sense of a messy stressful uncontrollable world.

So like. From a story perspective? The choice serves the game's themes and point well.

From a detective game perspective? Its very fun if ur trying to feel like a detective, to get some stories where you actually turn over your guesses and contemplate and feel you need to really delve in the clues thoughtfully, if u want to draw the best conclusions u can.

[chuuyasfanboy]

Hi ! I Hope you’re doing well and I’m not bothering you too much with my random request, I’m here for a Genshin impact and bungo stray dogs romantic matchup with a male character

Sexuality : Straight

In my free time I enjoy reading, playing video games, listening to music, doing crochet, drawing, learning new languages, dancing and swimming.

Apparence : Long wavy/almost curly light brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes. I’m pretty tanned. 5’4,so I’m kinda short and normal weight though on the curvy side(I have a pear shaped body). My fashion sense is a mix of vintage clothes from the European 50s and kfashion.

So about my personality: I’m a Virgo, my mbti is intj, enneagram 5w6 I’m mostly withdrawn, individualistic, introverted and very honest even blunt at times. I need a lot of alone time.When im with people i’m close with, I tend to be more cheerful and energetic, I like to joke around too and tease people. One of the thing that stands out the most about me is that I’m extremely determined, ambitious and eager to learn new things. However, I do have some very specific subjects/ hobbies I tend to get hyper focused on.I’m also very observant and notices a lot of small details and I try my best to be attentive to my friends which makes me a good listener, especially for my friends who I value very much and try my best to be considerate with( for example by avoiding being too blunt).

I can be very anxious at times and I’m extremely cautious with people I don’t and sometimes do know, I have a hard time opening up and I’m an over thinker.

I have a hard time with small talk, the one where you talk just to be polite, although I don’t mind joking around with my friends and telling nonsense. I dislike noisy and crowded places, it stress me out.

I like funny/teasing and intelligent people who can give me a lot of personal space.

I suffer from insomnia and probably a bit of social anxiety too, my love language is physical touch and act of services.

Thank you very much and have a nice day !!!

Never a bother to get a request! I picked two fairly different characters for you just to keep them from being repetitive, but I hope you'll still like em!

For Genshin, I match you with...

Wanderer

Wanderer doesn't really tend to care about appearances. Or, physical ones. All he's looking for a partner is someone who's note entirely unsufferable, he does NOT have high standards. Though, he does find your fashion a little amusing. Those are two completely different styles and he thinks its hilarious watching you try to mix them in a comprehensive way. Just poke fun at his hat, he'll stop real quick.

He finds a specific interest in you learning new languages. A hobby? Really? Not something he considers a hobby, it took him a while to even understand the common slang in Sumeru let alone in nations he doesn't interract with much. Definitely asks you for tips every once in a while. He only goes to you and if you point it out he get's all defensive. He finds it really embarassing to have to rely on someone else, but if you don't point it out then…

Thankfully, Wanderer is pretty similar! He's introverted, and needs a lot of time alone to recharge his battery. That battery goes out QUICK too. Its a wonder how the two of you even met (probably Nahida's doing) because he practically ignores everybody. Most people are just really infuriating, especially when they're trying to make him like them. It's obvious, and annoying. When you got to the point you were comfortable enough to be cheerful around him, he almost did a double take. Because, really, he always figrued you were all sassy and cold. Then you just turn around and give him a bubbly smile and he's SO CONFUSED.

He wont ever rant to you, not on purpose. But with you paying so much attention to all his little trauma responses, it's hard for him not to be dragged out of his shell a bit. And oh boy, he has a lot to vent about. Mostly complaining about Ei, or Childe, or Sumeru, or this and that. He doesn't actually tell you a lot about his history, and certainly not about his time in the Fatui. Even with little hints, he's a mystery. It's frustraing, because he just wont open up to anybody, and is intent to never do so. He bottles up a lot, which leads to outbursts sometimes. Which, in turn triggers your overthinking, then triggers HIS overthinking and wow it's just a whole mess. Sometimes Nahida has to step in, because you two cannot function during arguments. Just a side effect of Wanderer, really.

You and Wanderer are both pretty similar when it comes to socialization. You both dislike small talk, and both hate crowded places. Thankfully, it means he doesn't find you annoying, not as much as everyone else. And he's more open to friendly teasing because of it, he knows you wont take offense. The two of you can stay in bed together at 3am and talk about whatever gossip he can think up. It's real sweet, he enjoys you a lot more than he lets on!

For BSD, I match you with...

Kunikida

Falling for you was a NIGHTMARE for Kunikida. I mean, you hardly met any of his 58 requirements. But I guess you cant stop your heart…

He really respects your fashion, finds it interesting. I definitely see him as the type to research random things, so he might actually dedicate a few free hours to reading up on your inspiration. It's bad, because he ends up knowing more about it then you do, which is- embarassing to say the least. Depending on what you want to put him in, you MIGHT be able to convince him to match with you. Maybe.

As long as you do hobbies only during free-time, he doesnt find any issues with them. Don't try to pull a sketchbook out a work, though. The furthest you'll get is passivey listening to music while doing paperwork. He's very serious about your responsibilities! He doesn't get free time a lot, but if he ever does, he doesn't mind spending it with you doing unscheduled home dates. It gives him a chance to finish up any last documents to sign and you'll get to spend time with him. Read out a book to him, he LOVES it.

He tends to akin you to a less annoying Dazai, especially when you're getting more energetic. Seeing as you don't go out of your way to ruin his day, though, he doesn't mind it. He's willing to indulge you as long as it fits within his schedule, just be mindful of any spontanious plans! He doesn't mind your bluntness, in fact, he actually appreciates it! Everybodys white lies in critiquing him makes it difficult to actually improve. If you're brutally honest, it's all the better for him. Though- he might start to take it personally, especially if it's something particularly important. Not that he'd ever change, buuuut it does bother him for a few hours and he'll busy himself to forget about it.

Kunikida doesn't mind your aversion to social outings, and is more than happy to take the conversation for the both of you. He does have a bad habit of planning things out to a T though, and if your social battery gets in the way he's just a TAD upset. He'll get over it, though!

Kunikida's not particularly funny or teasing, but he is fairly smart. Especially book wise. Now, he can't recite out the whole dictionary to you, but he can definitely help with spellchecking any essays or reports. He also doesn't mind beating up somebody for you if you may happen to ask. As long as it's deserved, he has a very short fuse with people who feel the need to insult you for any reason.

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【Prompts】

I found all of these from a bunch of lists on Pinterest.

Dialogue Prompts: "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done."

"He/She did it." "No she/he did!"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified".

"It's not a double date. Me and [blank] are just third and fourth wheeling"

"Just play along. Please."

"Don't open your eyes!"

"I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so...when I kissed you...you held your breath."

"[Blank]?" "Yeah?" "I'm gonna kiss you now." "Okay."

"It won't be easy, y'know...trying to love me"

"Here, let me hold that for you."

"Did you just call me your boyfriend/girlfriend?"

"He loves you, y'know? He's just afraid of admitting it."

"Should I stop talking?" "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You're so cool!" "...I am?"

"Wait, is this...?" "It's the (thing) you wanted the other day!"

"Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and I'll not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way about you."

"I never meant to fall for you." "Neither did I." "...Fucking pardon?"

"Gimme a kith." "No." "Gimme a big ol' kithhhhh"

"Are you decent?" "Probably not morally, but I've got clothes on, if that's what you're asking"

"Why are you like this?" "Because fuck you that's why."

"Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

"You're being all cute and sweet, it's making me want to kiss you."

"Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

"My family was never the touchy-feely type."

"You were my first kiss."

"Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

"I haven't been hugged in years."

"Are you on your period?" "I started my day in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you'd like me to end yours?" (found it on pinterest but I'm pretty sure it's from @buginateacup on Tumblr.)

"What are you doing?" "Giving you affection." "Disgusting...do it more"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"Don't you know who I am?" "Oh I know, I just don't give a fuck."

"Why do people keep asking who tops and who bottoms? We don't even have bunk beds." "Oh my darling...no..."

"You're very endearing when you're half-asleep."

"Are you flirting with me?" "Have been for the last (number of) years, thanks for noticing."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again...I'm sorry." "It's okay! It was an accident, I know you didn't mean to."

Scenario Prompts:

Booping noses

Drawing on their skin

Hand kisses

Marriage of Inconvenience

Accidentally referencing them as "my"

Knowing what they're trying to say when they struggle to explain something

Making playlists for them

Person A going out of their way to learn more about Person B's interests and hobbies.

Talking about funny things that happened as kids

Sorting lollies by colour

Smelling their perfume/cologne in a crowd/out in public

Smiling while in the middle of a kiss

7 Types of Love

Answering fan questions

Peppering kisses

Slow dancing

Tracing tattoos

Person A reading out loud to Person B

Holding their waist

I'll also post a list of tropes that I'll link on my pinned post.

this is mainly for when people want to request but they can't think of anything.

Neither of the lists are complete. Both will be added on to and edited occasionally

[uncloseted]

how to stop maladaptive daydreaming? i constantly get lost in daydreams about me being a character on a tv show or daydreams about my real life that i sometimes talk out loud and feel negative emotions related to my daydreams since they aren’t always super positive, i end up not doing things that i know are more beneficial for me and it makes it hard to focus on podcasts, books, and my hobbies bc i’m always getting caught up playing pretend in my head, i want to live a real life and do things to help me improve, i want to actually listen to motivation podcasts and think about myself, not some character or version of myself i’m pretending to be, i want to read a book and think about it and not act it out or act like i’m in it, i want to live a real life with hobbies and self growth and living in the moment and not just daydream about other moments that aren’t even real :(

This is something I would see a mental health professional about. Maladaptive daydreaming is usually a symptom of an underlying problem, like ADHD, anxiety disorders, depressive disorders, OCD, and PTSD or trauma. If you treat the underlying condition, the maladaptive daydreaming should lessen or go away completely. Without treating the underlying problem, it will probably keep coming back, even if you come up with good strategies to manage it.

That said, there are some things you can do to lessen the amount of time you spend daydreaming. The first is to identify your daydreaming triggers and reduce your exposure to them. Is there a specific time period when you find yourself daydreaming, a certain emotion that triggers daydreaming, or an action that makes it happen?

Once you know your triggers, you can be more mindful of avoiding them. When you do find yourself daydreaming, try to notice that it's happening. If you can, keep a journal to note the times, triggers, and content of your daydreams, and try to identify any patterns that are present. When you notice yourself daydreaming, maybe ask yourself, "do I want to be daydreaming now, or do I want to be present in the moment?" Just drawing your attention to the fact that you're daydreaming may make it easier to break out of it.

You can also try grounding exercises to bring yourself back to the present, such as doing physical activity (like jumping jacks), listing things in your physical space (5 things you hear, 4 things you see, 3 things you can touch from where you’re sitting, 2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste), or experiencing an intense physical sensation (like holding an ice cube or eating a sour candy).

It may also help to practice meditation. I know this sounds counter-intuitive, since it seems like it would be easy to fall into a daydream when you're meditating, but meditation is all about learning to be present in the moment without having other thoughts taking over. The more you practice letting go of thoughts that pop up in your brain, the better you'll get at it, and it might become easier to let go of the daydreaming thoughts as well.

[claudemblems]

Hi! Congratulations on 1000 followers! I would like to join the 1000 event, if that’s okay. I don’t know how to send this, but I hope this works!

My name is Lia, and my hobbies are reading, drawing, daydreaming, and playing games. I enjoy reading fantasy novels the most. I’m an introvert, and I get vey shy and nervous around strangers in real life. Because of that I tend to hesitate to speak and instead stay quiet most of the times strangers talk do me. But when I become friends with someone, (depending on how close I am with them), I can be sarcastic and talkative. Some of my friends say I’m sassy and funny, but others say my jokes are stupid old fashioned.

I get bored of certain tings easily, like games, which makes it hard for me to get into it but once I do I become slightly obsessed with it for a while before stopping.

I have a sweet tooth and I like to eat snacks.

That’s all, and i would like to ask for a romantic paring please, thank you!

Hi, it’s Lia, and I would like to add to my precious post if that’s ok!

I forgot to add that I also like to make jokes a lot, and I tend to get very emotional around certain things. I cry when I get angry, and I also laugh when things make me nervous.

This is all, for real this time!!

Your romantic matchup is Zhongli!

You'll never have to worry about getting bored when Zhongli is around! With all of his endless knowledge on just about everything, there's always something new to learn. If you don't feel like talking, he's more than happy to entertain you with his many stories of his time as both a human and Rex Lapis. However, he is also perfectly content with just relaxing with you in silence. He feels at peace simply having you beside him, and all of his worries fade away with your gentle touch.

Though he's often the one doing the talking, he loves when he gets to hear you ramble about your favorite things! He can't help but smile when your eyes light up as you talk, clearly passionate about the current topic. If you mention having a favorite thing such as an object or food, you just might find it mysteriously appearing at your doorstep...So far, Zhongli has surprised you with beautiful jewelry, an intricate hairclip, and even a special dish that came all the way from Wangshu Inn. His desire to make you happy knows no bounds.

Always makes your comfort his top priority. Whenever you start to feel overwhelmed in public, he'll gently pull you aside and ask if you'd like to leave or if there's anything in particular he can do to ease your nervousness. If you're with your friends, however, he knows there's nothing to fret about. He quite enjoys seeing the more sassy side of you. He can't help but laugh watching you banter back and forth with your friends, words laced with heavy sarcasm. It intrigues him, and he wonders what else he has yet to discover when it comes to you. But that comes with time, and he's more than willing to wait.

Zhongli is also incredibly patient when it comes to your strong emotions; he knows that humans are much more susceptible to them. He is always ready to wipe your tears as you cry or simply listen to you vent about whatever has been worrying you. He will never take your anger personally, and he's quick to give you space if that's what you need. He's the perfect gentleman, and he will do everything in his power to make you happy. He looks forward to spending the rest of his mortal life with you, loving you ardently until the very end.

[wormsmith]

hi hi, i'd like to ask for a tolkien matchup, preferably from the hobbit!

I'm pretty much introverted, but i wnjoy being around people i'm familiar with, and i have pretty good social skills. I'm a slytherin (secondary ravenclaw) and my mbti type is intp.

i enjoy reading and writing, especially all sorts of fiction, fantasy (and maybe a bit of romance). i love cats, dogs, horses and dragons. my favourite color is probably black, dark green or dark wine red. I play guitar and i shoot a bow.

I have a particular fondness for all sorts of folklore, legends and mythology. I'm pretty sarcastic and confident. i enjoy being around nature. I'm slavic, that's probably why i really like to braid my own hair, as well as others'.

I'd say my aesthetic is something in between chaotic academia and witchcore. my favourite school subjects are biology, chemistry and history. i like horse-riding, rock and pop music, and foggy mornings.

my pronouns are she/they, i have no preference in gender of the matchup :) i'm a gemini, i have pale skin, light brown curly hair and blue-grey eyes.

Your top matches were Fíli, Kíli, Legolas, and Thranduil, but ultimately I match you with . . .

Kíli!

(just about the only dwarf that doesn't hate that you like dragons afhskjl)

You have a confident powerhouse sort of vibe that immediately draws Kíli's attention to you. You can fight, you aren't afraid to defend yourself, or call someone on their bullshit. He likes a woman who can handle herself, or himself, if you're open to it 👀 (Please step on him.)

He does, in fact, start shamelessly flirting with you just about as soon as he meets you. The attraction is most certainly there, but it takes some time for the infatuation to fall into genuine feelings territory. Frankly, he's too busy being blindsided by how perfect you are to actually get to know you, but after hanging out with you one on one for awhile . . . well, he's head over heels.

At first he gives of this aura of bravado, very bold and confident, but you'll soon find he has a softer, more romantic underbelly. His flirtations go from "You can handle me anytime *winks* " to " Your eyes are like the sky at my favorite time of day. "

He is curious to learn about your craft (he assumes writing is your craft) and will most likely ask if he can read something you've written. He's very polite about it, and won't be at all offended if you don't want to show him. Kíli seems to understand that some creations are made for the creator alone.

On the the other hand, if you are willing to show him, he'll read it all, no matter how long it is. He likes the fantasy genre as well, and doesn't mind a bit of romance. He's not the best writer, but he does point out some things he liked about your work. Asks if you have anything else he can read. He will read everything you've ever written if you let him.

He likes hearing you talk. He likes listening to you tell him your myths and legends and just about anything else you've been learning recently. He's a sucker for stories of any nature, but you'll find that he has a bit of a penchant for the old tales, as well. He'll start finding ones that he likes to offer in exchange for the ones you tell. He likes the scary ones. Until it's late at night and you're alone and oh fuck, was that a chupacabra? Stop laughing, Amrâlimê, it's not a joke!

Any time you hang out with animals, he gets heart eyes. Just stares at you the entire time. Fíli makes fun of him for it constantly. Chances are, he's going to find out what your favorite animal is and bring you to a place where you can adopt one. Kíli loves your pet so much. Straight up calls it 'our pebble.' (Pebble being the dwarvish term for kiddo.) Absolutely spoiled, both you and your pebble.

If you play your guitar, he will hum along. Eventually starts picking up on songs you play more than once and will end up humming them beneath his breath at random times of day when he's working. Might even come up with a few cobbled together lyrics for one, if you seem super fond of it. You're going to have to poke it out of him, though - he doesn't think he's the best lyricist, he just sort of made it up, they're not very good, Amrâlimê, really -

(They're perfectly alright lyrics. It's a nice song.)

Do I even need to said it? Braid his hair. He's a dwarf ffs, he'll literally adore you. Also, he's braiding yours too.. It's a very intimate, yet light-hearted thing for the two of you. Brings you closer together every time.

Please imagine Kíli waking you up in the dead ass of morning but - no, no, wake up Amrâlimê, it's important - I'm sorry if you like your sleep but it's foggy outside at Kíli noticed you like that, so he's putting you on a horse and taking you to a beautiful forest clearing he found where you can have a quiet morning together. Or maybe all day. Whenever you're ready to go.

You are the love of his life, his One, his favorite person ever. He loves you to death, even if he's a little dumb about it sometimes, and he will go out of his way to make you happy. Absolutely head over heels for his badass, intelligent, talented One. Much love for the both of you 😊