#and genuinely triggered cause haha

[frostbite-the-bat]

i hgoupe I'm The roller guy to yall

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat (Final Timeline)

Warnings: suggestive, dark humour, mentions of abuse (kazutora's dad) in a serious and non serious way

Desc: so uh, it's not exactly like this (the request), but this is the basic format of events. the founders know kind of but Smiley and Angry don't. 🍎anon, forgive me if you hate it 😓🙏

Side Note: all the dark topics i'm making fun of (homophobia, abuse etc) are things i've personally gone through! i'm not just an asshole who jokes about bad things✋️😪!

Angry: i'm beginning to think there is something wrong with our friend

Draken: be more specific

Baji: that's literally all of us

Baji: ESPECIALLY Mikey

Mikey: ?

Mikey: you can't prove that

Baji: there's a deep sadness in your eyes

Baji: *madness

Mitsuya: tbh, both work

Mitsuya: sorry

Mikey: what do you mean

Mikey: i'm perfectly fine

Mikey: everyone in my life is alive and no one is dead

Mikey: i haven't committed any unforgivable sins

Mikey: see? i'm fine

Mitsuya: what are you ever talking about dude

Baji: see? he's crazy

Baji: i'd say something's wrong with Takemitchy but he's just ugly. does that count

Takemitchy: my wife would think otherwise😒

Baji: idgaf

Mikey: i also think otherwise just btw

Draken: bro let it go

Mikey: let what go😁

Mikey: it should've been me walking down the isle fr but like, i don't mind

Takemitchy: Mikey-kun i can't tell if this is a joke 😂

Chifuyu: Mikey you're making him uncomfortable😒

Mikey: Chifuyu, did you know that in another universe, i shot you in the head?

Chifuyu: yeah i bet, fucking psycho

Takemitchy: Mikey-kun😐

Anrgy: i mean Kazutora

Angry: there's something wrong with Kazutora

Draken: can't argue with that

Mitsuya: yep

Mikey: oh yeah definitely, but we all knew this?

Chifuyu: he should be admitted to a psych ward, in my personal opinion

Smiley: he has a few screws loose, but that's what makes him funny

Smiley: he threatened to kill me the other day and i genuinely didn't know if he was joking or not. i love that guy😁

Takemitchy: i'm sure he was joking. we all joke like that🤣

Chifuyu: he probably wasn't and we all know it

Draken: why did he threaten to kill you

Draken: did you do that thing where you intentionaly trigger people to get a reaction out of them

Draken: cause then i can vouch for Kazutora and say that Smiley would deserve it

Smiley: i only do that with you, Draken. it's really easy

Smiley: you're hot when you're mad

Smiley: i love seeing that vein pop out of that big ass head of yours

Smiley: makes me wonder what else is veiny

Angry: ew😠👎

Mikey: do you mean his penis?

Mikey: cause yeah it has like one vein

Baji: how do you even know that

Mikey: Emma has pictures

Draken: i'm gonna hurt you, Smiley

Smiley: see?

Smiley: easy

Angry: can you please stay on topic😐

Smiley: fine

Smiley: he tried to kill me cause i beat him at UNO

Smiley: insisted i cheated🙄

Mikey: did you?

Smiley: yeah

Angry: you find new ways to disappoint me big bro😡

Smiley: it's just a game lil bro 😁

Draken: one day, i'll do something i can't take back

Smiley: what, you'll fuck me?

Draken: enough

Angry: before you hurt Smiley, can we please talk about Tora

Angry: since you guys are super close

Angry: i really am worried

Chifuyu: he's fine

Angry: how do you know

Chifuyu: i'm with him like 24/7?

Chifuyu: okay maybe he's not fine fine, but Baji-san and i are dealing with it

Baji: he's going to therapy, so it's not like he's not getting help

Takemitchy: but what's wrong with him?

Takemitchy: oh, nevermind, i remember

Baji: how would *you* know🧐?

Takemitchy: uh

Takemitchy: i don't

Takemitchy: i just didn't want to look stupid!! yeah, that's it haha😅

Mikey: dude, you're gonna blow our cover

Mikey: when you could be blowing me instead 🤣🤣😭💔😂🍆💦

Mikey: anyway

Takemitchy: i don't know what to say anymore 😄

Angry: GUYS

Angry: PLEASE

Draken: see, idk if we should be disclosing why Kazutora's the way he is

Draken: isn't it like, super personal?

Baji: his dad used to beat him, real bad

Baji: his mom too. they'd fight all the time and they'd make him pick sides and shit

Angry: his mom also used to beat him🙁?

Baji: no, his dad would beat Tora and his mom

Baji: i set his dad's car on fire once 🔥

Draken: ...😐

Baji: what? it's not like he keeps it private. if you ask him, he'll tell you

Draken: yeah, we should have asked *him*

Baji: you don't get him like i do fr

Chifuyu: wait 😌🤚

Chifuyu: they don't love you like i love you 🫵

Baji: ?

Baji: i love you too?

Chifuyu: it's... it's a trend

Chifuyu: yk, on tiktok

Chifuyu: nevermind

Mikey: you look so fucking stupid🫵😭

Draken: why do i ever bother

Draken: i'm gonna leave this group for good

Mikey: you've been saying that for the past 10 years 🥱

Angry: oh😕

Angry: is there any way we can help him?

Smiley: man i feel like we should have known this

Smiley: that's why he gets so mad at "yo mama" jokes

Smiley: i feel bad now 😬

Baji: just don't talk about dad's or mom's or families at all

Baji: he's not gonna do anything, but i'm sure it hurts him inside

Mikey: we should find his dad and kill him

Mikey: amiryt guys

Draken: why are you so casual about murder

Draken: but i agree, this once

Mitsuya: you literally always agree

Kazutora: who are we killing

Kazutora:

Draken: why does it look like that

Kazutora: hang on, let me catch up

Draken: don't do that. we weren't talking about anything

Baji: we were talking about your abusive parents

Draken: 😐

Kazutora: ...

Kazutora: i thought i was hiding it well

Smiley: hiding what?

Kazutora: mental illness

Smiley: oh

Smiley: you weren't

Mikey: dude

Angry: there's something wrong with all of us! so it's okay

Smiley: yeah but it's more obvious with Kazutora

Draken: are you good tho?

Kazutora: yeah i'm fine. my dad came to the pet shop the other day and i guess i've been freaked out

Kazutora: but i killed him👍

Angry: 😧

Takemitchy: SHIT

Mikey: oh god, please tell me you're joking

Baji: dude😐

Kazutora: i'm joking lol

Kazutora: i just hit him several times in the head with a crowbar

Draken: ...

Draken: so you, killed him?

Kazutora: he's in the hospital. he's fine

Kazutora: well, he's in a coma, but he's alive

Smiley: dude, you're gonna go to jail?????

Kazutora: nahhh

Baji: fym "nahhh" ???

Kazutora: no evidence

Kazutora: i followed him home and he didn't see me

Takemitchy: what about camera's??

Kazutora: i have an alibi

Draken: holy shit you're gonna go to jail man

Draken: ok we need to have a meeting or something. plan of action

Mitsuya: Kazutora why would you do that man

Mikey: Kazutora

Mikey: do you know the amount of work you just undid😟

Mikey: why do you like bashing people's skulls so much holy shit 😓

Angry: what do we do

Kazutora: guys it'll be fine

Kazutora: my dad has so many ops. he's the worst guy ever. people hate him

Kazutora: and i stole some stuff so they'll just rule it as a mugging

Draken: ...or as an attempted murder😐

Kazutora: you guys are bumming me out😒

Draken: us????

Takemitchy: ok you know what

Takemitchy: let's all meet at my place

Takemitchy: we'll eat and drink and uh, discuss the situation at hand

Takemitchy: in a normal, non bumming out way

Mikey: we're cooked

Baji: i'll take the fall, if necessary

Mikey: holy shit i'm going to kill myself

Draken: THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU

Mikey: YES IT IS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

Takemitchy: we're cooked

[mrmeowski]

Ooooh can you do a my hero reader insert with hawks and a fem!reader? :0 I was thinking maybe the reader poses as a normal person but is actually working for her villain parent? and she genuinely falls in love with hawks? haha

˚✦𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐬✦˚

Synopsis: Born into a family of villains, you didn't want to end up like them—facing heroes and inflicting suffering on defenseless people but it's not like you have a choice, to begin with. When darkness falls, you aim your gun at the head of the unfortunate. Despite looking like any other ordinary person in daylight, someone had caught on and had been followed by a specific hero of the skies. You couldn't help but depose him with a burning passion the first time he showed his ugly face yet destiny had other twisted plans for the two of you.

CW: Slight blood, slight angst, troubled childhood

A/N: I haven't watched/read MHA, my knowledge is based solely on Google and other works so some information might be inaccurate. Any feedback about this work would be appreciated greatly!

Pairing/s: Takami Keigo x F.Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

On an ordinary night shrouded in darkness, you lurked in the shadows, stalking your prey with practiced ease as he ventured back to his space for a well-deserved rest. The target is a figure with authority over law enforcement, Chief Tsurgamae Kenji, who possesses a quirk that turns him into a dog with heightened senses.

His instincts alerted him to your presence, causing him to twist and turn through the labyrinthine paths, evading your pursuit. His paranoia amused you, adding an extra layer of thrill to the hunt. Unbeknownst to you, an unseen observer perched atop nearby buildings awaited the opportune moment to intervene.

When the thrill of the chase reached its end, you grew weary of your prey, relishing the fear danced in its eyes. Yet, the monotony of your sinister endeavors led you to a decision—it was time to bring an end to the unfortunate life you were about to distinguish.

Aiming your gun directly at the target's head, you whispered ominous words to yourself, poised to pull the trigger, "Nighty night, chief..." However, before you could enact your sinister plan, a sudden disturbance caught your attention.

Red-like daggers materialized dangerously close to your figure, prompting a swift evasion that spared you from a potentially fatal strike. Carmine feathers grazed past your pace, one leaving a small but painful gash on your cheek. As you wiped away the warm liquid, looking down at your blood-stained hand, a scoff left your mouth. Your gaze then shifted to your supposed target—the fleeing figure of the chief, fear evident in his eyes.

An intruder had entered the picture and you could hear the soft footsteps approaching along a nonchalant voice addressing your recent activities, "Hey there, Ms. Villain! You're been causing such a ruckus lately... not cool, y'know?" You turned to the sources of the disturbance, glaring daggers in his direction.

His ash-blond hair was tousled backward, framing a pair of golden brown triangular eyes with small black triangles below his tear ducts and the top corners of his eyes. A set of vibrant, red-feathered wings sprouted from his back, giving him an avian-like look. Clad in what resembled an aviator's uniform, he wore a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern, complemented by a tan jacket featuring slits for his wings. Fur-lined cuffs and black gloves completed the ensemble, while yellow ear-protective headphones and a rounded, yellow-tinted visor shielded his eyes.

With a determined grip on your gun, you eyed him down and kept a poker face, you hadn't encountered this man before but his appearance hinted at his identity.

"We're all just trying to live our lives without dealing with your drama..." He eyed the gun on your hand, with a coy grin, he continued, "So, how about you pack your stuff and find a new hobby? Trust me, it's not gonna end well if you keep this up," he declared, there read deathers reattaching themselves to his wings.

The tension in the night air thickened as you aimed your gun at the enigmatic man, watching for the slightest reaction behind his visor as you pointed your weapon in his direction.

"Whoa, hold on there!" He exclaimed rather forcefully, he even put his hands up in mockery. "That's quite the greeting! Mind pointing that somewhere else? We don't want anyone getting hurt now do we?" A mischievous smile played on his lips. Your expression twitched at the audacity of his response. "And I just got these feathers dry-cleaned. You wouldn't want to ruin them, would you?" He casually dusted imaginary dirt off his feathers.

Your grip tightened on the gun as frustration and anger welled up within you.

"Do you take this as a joke?!" You shouted, incredulous at his nonchalant demeanor.

"Oh, you talk! I mean haha... of course I take everyone seriously. But life's too short to be serious all the time, yeah? Let's keep it light!" He responded with a casual shrug, his words pushing your buttons and escalating the tension between you two.

A low growl emanated from your lips, a manifesting of your frustration with the man's nonchalant demeanor. You had grown weary of his games and decided it was time to bring an end to this bizarre encounter. With determination, you pulled the trigger, however, it was no surprise that he effortlessly dodged the bullets.

Taunting you with a mocking suggestion, "You'll have to try harder than that! Maybe a shooting lesson would help—I know a guy!" His dismissal only fueled your irritation as you continued to fire but he skillfully evaded each incoming bullet.

He seemed content on dodging rather than engaging in a direct fight, underestimating not just the severity of the situation but also your capabilities.

Unbeknownst to him though, you had a hidden ace up your sleeve. Anticipating his evasive maneuvers, you aimed at his right, knowing he would instinctively dodge to the left. Swiftly, you retrieved a secondary weapon, catching him off guard as a bullet found its mark in his right wing.

A yelp of pain escaped him as an explosion of feathers surrounded his form. With how he started back at you, it appears he had taken the situation a little bit seriously.

"How does it feel hero, to have your wing clipped?" You taunted, reveling in the success of your surprise attack as you concealed your secondary weapon.

The avian-like hero inspected the damage in his wings and instead of succumbing to despair, he met the situation with resilient optimism.

"That stings a bit! But hey, they say battle scars add character, right? Time to ruffle some feathers!" He proclaimed with a spirited grin, embracing the challenge that lay ahead.

You had been waiting for this very moment—the true test of skill and strength!

As a cascade of feathers began to descend upon you, you engaged in a dance of evasion and precision. Some feathers you gracefully sidestepped, while others met the edge of the blade gifted to you. The hero, undeterred by the injury to his wing, wielded two of his primary feathers as makeshift blades, showcasing as well a surprising agility.

The battlefield had become a flurry of motion, a clash of blades and feathers, as both of you moved with swift and calculated precision. There were moments when it felt like the dance of his feathers might entangle you, yet your determination pushed you to dodge and counter with finesse.

The tranquil embrace of the night shattered only to be replaced by the continuous rhythm of gunshots echoing through the air. The ongoing battle painted the darkness with flashes of gunfire, disturbing the people nearby. The confrontation seemed ceaseless, with each participant narrowly avoiding the brink of defeat before orchestrating a reversal of fortune.

He found himself caught off guard by the remarkable combat skills displayed by someone lacking the traditional advantage of a quirk.

"You think those flashy feathers are going to save you, hero?" You taunted once more, a wry chuckle escaping your lips.

Sweat traced paths down your face and the atmosphere crackled with exhaustion. The intensity of the battle had taken its toll on both of you, but the resolve of triumph remained unwavering.

"You're not bad.. hah... Most folks can't keep up with these feathers!" He complimented, attempting to acknowledge your abilities.

However, his words only fueled your growing frustration.

"You're underestimating me, birdbrain. I've undergone horrendous... training for this!" You asserted, your voice carrying a weight of solemnity and pain.

The cracks in your composure did not go unnoticed by the avian hero. There was a palpable shift in the air, a hint that beneath the surface, there might be more to your story than what meets the eye.

"Training, huh? You and I are not so different after all!" He smirked, keenly observing the change in your tone from now on.

His perception led him to wonder if there were deeper layers to your character, realizing that judgment based on surface impressions could be deceptive. You hunted individuals of higher ranks, eliminating them and concealing their bodies with an elusive master that had left him perplexed. It was as if you seamlessly melded into the shadows, a skill that made tracking you an arduous task.

"We have nothing alike!" You retorted, your voice now laced with venom.

Your words mirrored the physical skirmish, as the shadows, as the shadows concealed not only your movements but the enigmatic layers of your true identity. He met your venomous retort with a hum, his gaze piercing and inscrutable.

"If you say so..." His response was enigmatic, holding an air of subtle intrigue.

Before your eyes could argue back, a swift transformation took place in front of your eyes leaving you stunned—the remaining feathers, once scattered, swiftly regrouped, finding their place back on his wings. With a deft motion, he repositioned his two primary feathers to their rightful spots. As you aimed your gun for a final confrontation, a sudden gale erupted from his wings, a forceful gust set you reeling backward, forcing you to shield your face with your arms.

"Until we meet again, Ms. Villain~" Were his last parting words as he launched himself into the night sky, disappearing into the distance.

"What a fucking pain..." You groaned, the adrenaline of the confrontation fading, leaving behind a surge of sudden pain from all parts of your body.

The injuries inflicted during your encounter began to make their presence known—small lacerations from his blade-like feathers, wounds that you had overlooked in the head of battle. Clutching your arms, you felt the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers, a stark reminder of the toll exacted by the fleeting encounter with the arrogant hero. The night bore witness to your retreat, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of the confrontation in the solitude of the darkened streets.

Upon returning home, the oppressive atmosphere welcomed you, a stark contrast to the relief one might expect from a harrowing encounter. Your father, unmoved by the visible toll the confrontation had taken on you, greeted you with a dispassionate inquiry.

"Had you killed the dog?" His indifference to your wounds struck a chord within you and frustration welled as you clenched your fist.

Did he not see, or worse, care about your condition?

Defeated, you mustered a weak response, "No, father. I-I was ambushed by a hero and he got away." Shame and disappointment rendered you unable to meet his gaze, to face the failure that stained your endeavors.

Rising from his seat, your feather approached, casting a looming shadow that intensified the fear gnawing at your inside. His hand seized your face with a vise-like grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. The anger etched across his face revealed a disappointment that cut deeper than any wounds.

"We didn't train you to be a failure, [Name]," he spat, his words dripping with disdain as if addressing a stranger rather than his own flesh and blood. The grip on your jaw loosened as he spoke again, "You disappoint me, [Name]. I expect a much better performance by tomorrow." With those cold words, he abandoned you in the desolate silence of the living room.

It was the last draw for the persona you had been building up your entire life, as everything collapsed before you. Holding back tears, you retreated to your room. The façade of strength crumbled, and the weight of a life forced upon you became unbearable. In the quiet solitude, you grappled with the harsh reality that you never chose—a life of villainy, ruthless training, and a father who saw only failure in his own daughter.

In the safety of your room, the weight of today's events pressed upon you, and crying became inevitable. Alone in the quiet room, you succumbed to the overwhelming sorrow that enveloped you. As your tears feel like silent rain, each droplet carries a weight of frustration.

The melancholy solitude was abruptly interrupted by a soft tapping on your window. Startled, you raised your eyes, and there, perched on the window sill, was a familiar figure. A surge of frustration and anger coursed through you—you hadn't been careful enough, and he had followed you back.

Gritting your teeth, you regarded him with a mixture of annoyance and weariness. Despite the desire to close the binds, you found yourself drawn to the window.

Your body moved almost involuntarily, and against your conscious will, you opened the window to control the intruder, "What do you want..?" Your voice was tinged with cracked vulnerability.

Silence was in the air as he nonchalantly hopped into your room, avoiding your question altogether. The resentful glare you cast upon him did nothing to deter his approach.

"S-Stay back!" You stammered, a tremor in your voice betraying fear.

"Or what, you'll shoot me?~" He chuckled, his words laced with dismissive amusement. You grimaced for your beloved weapon wasn't in your person and though you excelled in physical combat, you are no fool. Facing in a hand-to-hand combat with him would only lead to your downfall. "I didn't expect to find someone like you in tears..." Advancing toward you, he offered a gentle smile. "Hey... tell me, what's going on?" Each step he took prompted you to retreat.

"Leave me be! I don't want your pity, hero..." You hissed, voice laced with defiance as he closed in on your shaking frame.

"I'm not here to fight, I just want to understand," he asserted, his words carrying a sincerity that clashed with the prevailing tension in the room, "to understand you." Despite his seemingly genuine plea, you struggled to believe his words.

Your eyes had gone red and puffy from all the tears you shed. Shaking your head in disbelief, you dismissed his claim, unwilling to accept the possibility of genuine understanding from someone on the side of heroes.

"You heroes don't care about people like me—I'm just a criminal to you. So stop pretending you want any of it!" The bitterness echoed through the room.

Yet, your conviction against him and all heroes remained ignored by the man, imploring, "Perhaps if you fill me in, then I won't be like them." All his words carried a genuine curiosity.

Skepticism painted your perception, convincing you that it must be an act, a ploy to exploit vulnerability. However, the weight of your internal struggle proved too much to bear and your knees gave in, collapsing to the cold wooden floor. Tears, seemingly endless, streamed down your face as you buried it in your hands.

"I... I-I didn't want any of this!" You screamed, the anguish in your voice living through the air. "I never wanted any of it..." You looked up at him, your body trembling with the weight of your pain.

He knelt down to meet your gaze, his eyes shifting between your tear-streaked face and the untreated wounds that marred your body.

"I'm just a tool of them..." You uttered in a hushed tone, the confession heavy with the burden of a painful truth. "They never saw me as their daughter... only someone to do their dirty deeds." The words hung in the air, resonating with the silent acknowledgment of a fractured identity.

Quirkless and subjected to a life of cruelty, you were molded into a weapon by the very same people who should've provided you with love and care. What more could they have done to you if you possessed such abilities? His decision to follow you home, go easy on you in your earlier confrontation, and uncover the mystery shrouded in the shadows, had been justified.

As you sat defenselessly on the ground, the man enveloped you in the embrace of his wings and arms, a tight yet oddly comforting hold that you lacked the energy to resist. You surrendered to the almost crushing, warm hug, your tears soaking his clothes but he seemed not to care. It became evident that beneath the mask of a villain, you were, at your core, a broken individual.

His fingers gently reached out, tangling with your hair in a tender gesture, offering a moment of peace in the midst of the emotional storm. The world narrowed down to the cacoon of that embrace a fragile sanctuary where vulnerability could be acknowledged without judgment.

However, the fragile moment was abruptly shattered by a knock, followed by the concerned voice of a maid, someone you had grown close to during your time in this broken home.

"Ms. [Last Name? I heard a scream and wanted to check up on you..." She expressed from beyond the door. "Are you alright, dear?"

"That's my cue then," the man hummed, releasing you from the embrace as he rose to his feet. His gaze lingered on you with a soft, genuine smile. As he made his way to the window, he glanced back, "I hope to get to know you more... Ms. [Last Name]~" As you watched the winged man vanish into the night, you gathered yourself and stumble your way to the door.

Responding to the concerned maid, Alice, "Yes, I'm alright, Alice... Thank you for checking up on me," you replied with a sigh.

In a world where your biological mother was too preoccupied with chaos, the mad served as a comforting presence almost like your real mother. You wished she was your mother.

"Are you sure, Ms. [Last Name]?" It seemed your tone had betrayed you as she caught the lingering pain in your voice, "May I come in at least?" After a moment's hesitation, you relented, unlocking the door to allow her entry. Shock crossed her face as her eyes fell upon your wounds, some still bleeding. "Oh dear, look at you! And you left the window open, you might catch a cold, young woman!" Her worry was palpable, and you couldn't help but crack a soft smile.

"Sorry... I simply want to look at the stars. They're quite fascinating..." You lied, shielding the truth about the unexpected visitor in your room earlier, a hero no less.

You eyed her as she closed the window.

"Ms. [Last name], please sit for a moment; I'll tend to your wounds." Before you could protest, she had already left the room to get the essential things for your wounds.

Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake about the winged man and his true intentions—his name also remained a mystery to you.

The next day arrived, and thanks to Alice's care, your wounds were now bandaged. With a warm coffee in your hand, you sat alone in a nearby café, the comforting aroma enveloping you as you attempted to find respite from the storm of thoughts that raged within.

The tranquility was abruptly shattered by the chime of the bell, signaling the entrance of an unwelcome presence. Although you didn't bother to look up, you sensed someone approaching you and much to your dismay, occupying the vacant chair across from you.

"What is it that you want this time..?" You demanded, locking eyes with the audacious interloper.

His response was a simple smile, brushing off the hostility you directed at him.

"I don't think I introduced myself yesterday, I'm Takami Keigo, by the way," he offered, extending his hand.

Gone were the safety of his black gloves, and he appeared in ordinary clothing, devoid of the heroic attire he donned the night before. A slight hesitation lingered in the air before reluctantly accepting the handshake.

"[Full Name]..." You mumbled, your voice revealing a reluctance to divulge more information. "So, if I may ask again, what is your business here... birdbrain?"

"...Heroes need a break too, y'know?" He responded, leaning in and releasing your hand before resting his on it. "I'm just a regular guy looking for some good company," he added.

"Fair enough... but I still got my eye on you," you declared, taking a sip of your coffee.

"You truly don't trust me, do you?" He sighed rather dramatically, his expression reflecting a mix of amusement and resignation. "What can I do to gain your trust?" He inquired, his eyes fixing on you with an expectant glint.

"Nothing," you answered coldly, your gaze unwavering.

He pouted playfully in response to your lack of enthusiasm, undeterred in his attempts to keep the conversation alive.

"Well..." He kept being persistent, "let's start with something simple," he suggested, tapping his cheek as if pondering a question. "Like what do you do when you're not causing mayhem? Any hobbies?"

"Hobbies..?" You repeated, skepticism lacing your tone.

The notion that this hero wanted to get to you felt inconceivable, leaving you perplexed about how such information could benefit him. Questions lingered in your mind, like why he hadn't yet reported you to the authorities.

"Everyone's got something they enjoy, right?" He mused, his curiosity undeterred.

Your gaze shifted away from him, focusing on something else as you contemplated a response.

"I used to paint..." You began, "When I still have the time," you admitted, a small fleeting smile gracing your face as memories of a simple, more innocent time flashed before your eyes.

The warmth of the nostalgia was short-lived, replaced by a frown as the hero's voice but through your reverie.

"Painting, huh? That's pretty neat, ever think about picking up the brush again?" He inquired, a genuine interest in his tone that caught you off guard.

"I don't know. Maybe someday I will..." The idea of painting again had never crossed your mind until he mentioned it, yet a longing for your beloved brush began to surface.

"Well, if you ever decide to, let me know. I might not have artistic skills but I can be a good art critic!" He proposed a hint of camaraderie that caught you slightly off guard.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?" Your curiosity about his true motive lingered beneath the surface, demanding an answer.

"Why not? Being nice costs nothing." He shrugged, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, who knows? We might end up being friends or more if you prefer~ Stranger things have happened!" His slightly flirtatious tone grated on your nerves, scrunching your face in disgust.

"I'm leaving..." Standing abruptly, you grabbed your unfinished coffee, eager to escape the man's company.

"Hey! Where are you gooooing??" He whined, following beside you as you exited the establishment.

"Somewhere far from you," you grumbled, the promising start of a lovely day tainted by this unexpected intrusion.

"Heh, that would be a hard place to find! If there's even one~" His mischievous grin widened, aggravating your frustration.

"Are you simply here to bother me?" You accused, to which he responded by pinching your cheeks teasingly. "Hey—"

You were quickly cut off by his remark, "You do look cute when you're grumpy~ But no," he answered, releasing your cheek as you rubbed it right after, a faint ache lingering. "Can't I get to know you better? I'm interested in people's stories and yours seems intriguing!" He admitted, looking at you with a hint of earnestness.

"So you essentially cross people's boundaries out of personal curiosity?" Your remark made him pause in his tracks, his eyes widening.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, h-hold on! That's not what I meant at all! You've mistaken me," his chuckle carried a nervous undertone as he scratched the back of his neck. Suspicion etched across your features, you raised a skeptical brow. "No hidden agendas, no hero business. Just two people having a conversation. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I believe in the power of a good talk!" He reassured, attempting to dispel the doubts that lingered in the air.

You maintained your silence, casting a scrutinizing gaze at him before, without warning, you picked up your pace, leaving him be.

"Heeeeey!!"

The intrusion persisted for days, a relentless invasion of your life by the enigmatic avian hero, who you learned also goes as 'Hawks' but honestly, you rather refer to him as birdbrain. Even during your attempts at carrying out your grim assignments, he still would weave himself into the fabric of your existance.

His mere presence, devoid of confrontation, proved to be a disruptive force, effectively thwarting your every move. As the days unfolded, his interference mounted, exacerbating the challenges you faced, both in your dual life as a villain and under the oppressive gaze of your father's dissatisfaction.

Your once-covert operations became a chaotic dance, a tangled web of failed attempts and disrupted plans. Your father's wrath intensified with each perceived failure, each word piercing through your heart. You couldn't help but blame it all upon the man, the hero with an uncanny to infiltrate your life.

At times, he would tap persistently on your window until you either allowed him entry or pointed a gun at his face—a futile attempt to deter his meddling. Reluctantly, you found yourself letting him inside, providing you with sanctuary within the confines of your personal space.

Unexpectedly, as more days passed, you found yourself gradually opening up to the man. The guarded walls around your past, your struggles, and the torment inflicted by your family began to crumble apart. From the earliest memories of your childhood, where the weight of your parents' expectations pressed upon you, to the relentless pressure that molded you into the person you had become.

These people would cast you before powerful villains, using you as a pawn in their quest for world dominance. You were a prisoner in a family that sought to control everything even if it meant sacrificing their own daughter.

In recounting your story, you expected his indifference and disinterested responses. However, to your surprise, he listened intently, not letting any detail slip off. His comforting presence became solace in the storm of your tangled existence. The view of his actions being a mere act began to fade, replaced by the genuine concern and understanding he displayed.

Even if it so happened that he'll report you, it provided a sense of relief that you were able to share your side of the story, to vocalize the pain and suffering buried deep within. Alice had been a good friend and motherly figure, but there was something different about him.

The world is not simply shades of black and white. Each villain, including yourself, has a tale of experiences and pain that shaped them not who they are now.

Another unexpected turn is that a peculiar warmth began to swirl within you whenever he was near. His playful banter, occasionally laced with flirtatious undertones, wove through the confines of your heart, creating emotions you hadn't anticipated.

Now, you found yourself eagerly expecting his nightly presence in your room, a silent companion who brought comfort to the shadows that enveloped your life. Missions that should have been accomplished instead were ignored by stolen moments in the city with him. Together, you navigated through the urban labyrinth, experiencing the vibrant pulse of the city's nocturnal life.

In these hours he would fly you up into the moonlit skies, offering a view of the world from a perspective you had never imagined. The wind carries whispers of freedom and the soft glow of the city lights painted a canvas of serenity, it was a stark contrast to the chaos and darkness that defined your life.

From the very first confrontation, he had found more than just a typical villain in you. As he initially stalked you through the city's buildings, however, the more he observed, the more he realized he was mistaken.  Beneath the veil of a villain, he discovered a profound yearning for a normal life—a desire to break free from the chains imposed by what you call your family.

In silence, he vowed to become the catalyst for the change you sought, to be the friend you longed for, and to help you reclaim a sense of normalcy. He recognized the gray areas that defined the lives of those deemed villains.

He chose to keep his discovery of you a secret, he will shield you from the prying eyes of his allies, determined to handle the situation on his own terms and ensure your story remained untold to anyone who might exploit it.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the cityscape, you found yourself perched on a rooftop alongside Keigo. The night held a peaceful ambience and his presence brought a sense of companionship that you had longed for.

As he pulled you closer with a gentle sweep of his wings, he whispered into your ear, "It was a pleasure meeting you, [Name]... I hope this friendship develops into something more~"

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[tubbytarchia]

I LOVE FH. But I believe in toxic/unhealthy FH. I like their dynamic, it’s just genuinely really interesting to me. But I don’t really label myself as a toxic FH truther or anything, I just think smoke and mirrors is like, Scott FH.

I LOVE FH TOO!! The thing with labeling it toxic is just the fact that a huge amount of people get triggered by that specific word and don't even know what it means lol. I label my interpretation of traffic FH as toxic a lot of the time cause it's easy. It's not on me that a lot of people see red at that one specific word and take it as meaning "bad" with no nuance etc. But either way thank you anon for understanding... I love FH but goddamn it's not like I can talk about it because the ways I see and find it intriguing for get me labelled a homophobe haha

[as8bakwthesage]

My Experience With Lily Orchard + Fuck Her

Now, if those of you who know me or have been following me for a while will know that I used to be a massive Lily Orchard fan. I used to support her, I defended her, and I was once a member of her patron even.

I’ve heard stories from people, former friends, former fans, about how much of a manipulating and nasty bitch she is. At best, she’s lashed out at fans for drawing innocuous fanart and for bringing up topics in stream that she doesn’t approve of (I’ve been there, I’ve seen it), and at worst she’s a lying abusive cunt who can’t help but make people around her miserable.

And while I’ve not been the subject of Lily’s abuse, I have been witness and bore the blunt of her passive aggressive horseshit, her manipulating situations to make me appear like a cunt for daring to correct her on an opinion of a book she never fucking read, her shamelessly putting me on blast in one of her videos where she insinuated I was stupid for asking a question about LGBT+ rep, for telling me and other fans to stop talking when we tried to defend our positions in chat.

I’ve had to walk on eggshells around her because I feel like every word I say or anything I do will be seen as an attack on her despite me being a fan of hers for literally fucking years and she knows this. I’ve been a fan of hers since I was 15-16 and I’m 22 now. With no other content creator have I felt the need to be so fucking careful of what I say.

And when I sent her an ask telling her that her yelling at others on stream for seemingly no reason was actively triggering me (mind you, in the nicest way possible because I couldn’t hurt Ms. Orchard’s feewings oh nuuuu) she ignored my ask. Do I have proof she saw it? No. Is she a large enough content creator that she receives so much interaction/asks on her tumblr that my ask got swallowed? Also No.

If you’re a Lily Orchard fan, I am not a needless hater, I am not a stalker or a troll or a bigot. I’m a transgender and biromantic/asexual person myself who is Native and actively participates in activities regarding my tribe and culture. I’m white passing like Lily is. I used to be a fan of hers for fuck’s sake and an active one too.

But here’s the thing - she’ll suck you in with her bold commentary and criticisms and some of it is genuinely really thought provoking and interesting. On the outset she has a “no tolerance for abusers” policy and she’s charismatic to an audience of teenagers who were being abused. Fuck, she helped me realise I was being abused and when the Toonkritic shit came out, that slowly started to help me realise I was being groomed by my exe (TheHauntedReader)

I convinced myself for the longest time that just because Lily wrote “Stockholm” that it didn’t mean anything. That all of her weird takes and opinions were just a quirky “haha i did this in my youth and i regret it” moment. But this isn’t 13-year-old me writing weird fanfiction between an adult and a child when I didn’t fucking know any better and was being actively groomed and abused, this was an adult who wrote CP and romanticised it and tried to get away with it and who should have known better!

And once you are a fan of hers, it’s hard not to become emotionally invested, especially if you’ve always seen her behaviour as normal, which I did. A lot of her fans are abuse/trauma survivors and she knows that. So many of us have confided to her that she helped us realise we could be happier and that we could escape. That we were more than our abuse. These are powerful things to talk about.

But she doesn’t care about us. Never has. Never will. She convinced me and has convinced others that us asking her stupid/silly questions is damaging to her. That it’s caused her so much emotional damage and stress that she can justify lashing out and verbally abusing her audience, y’know - the people who gave her a career. By her own admission, she hates us, but expects our support when she’s being harassed??

Girl, fuck off.

But that is just my own experience. I’ve seen some shit in the past couple of days that I can’t unsee and I encourage you all to look into it because it’s such a dark hole that the phrase “stare into the abyss for too long and it stares back” is what I feel like right now.

And I know why I feel like this - I invested energy and money and emotions into this woman and her channel. I’ve supported her. And no, Lily, this is not about me wanting to be your friend. It’s about me asking for some fucking decency as someone you at least know of and at most you know supported you? To not lie and misrepresent what I’ve said and then vaguepost about me?

Have I made mistakes? Yes. But that’s no excuse to berate and yell at people who have only asked stupid questions or fuck, even made goddamn harmless jokes??

Also, if fans/friends of Lily’s are harassing @asunnycoffee you guys are the fucking worst. Don’t fucking attack my friend you raging cunts. I have a couple ideas of who you might be, but I know you won’t air out your dirty laundry with me, Ginger.

You guys are pathetic.

Lily doesn’t care about her fans, she doesn’t care about her friends, and she’s certainly not going to start anytime soon.

[ursachaotic]

Ok this might be a little weird and I want to tell this to you anonymously because I don't want to make you feel pressured into answering ^^' (let it be known I am a mutual of yours & I know we don't talk but I think you're really cool <:) Your genuine love for Gravity Falls and you excitement about The Book of Bill is kind of. Helping me rekindle old love for the franchise. I stopped interacting with it more or less involuntarily (bad experience with bad people) and felt bad that I can't get into it but honestly your interest did help me rediscover it, or at least start to do so. Like I've picked up my old Journal 3 a couple times this week, I thought about re-watching the show, I bookmarked the cheapest "to be released" listings for TBOB in the online shops in my country, I have the thisisnotawebsitedotcom bookmarked too. I've been picking up my hand-made-from-a-towel Bill plush and just looking at him. Thinking about trying to find his hat and make him a new bow because I took them off when it was just too awful to perceive.

I hope this isn't weird. I genuinely don't mean to be weird or trigger your anxiety or anything, I mean it. Your love for this show and everything around it is helping me a bit to rediscover my own, which is great, because as someone with interest in folklore, the paranormal and cryptids, GF was an amazing thing to discover. I myself made a grown up version of Dipper, who's a full-on cryptid hunter and wrote a lot of stories about him, later turning that concept into my own thing because it was too painful to keep but I loved all of the creatures I made and the lore and stuff. So I just took my ideas and moved it into my own thing, which is currently my most developed universe with my most beloved ocs.

This is lengthy. Sorry. Again, I genuinely don't want to creep you out, just, I'm glad I found you and your art and your comic and that you're so excited about your interests. Please know that you are never bad or annoying for loving what you love, please continue being so passionate about things, because it's really cool. You're cool. I hope you know that ^^ and, well, if not, I'm telling you. You're cool and your work is amazing.

(If you would prefer me to pm you feel free to post about it here or your personal? blog, whichever you're cool with, I'll probably see it and can just pm you with like "haha yeah I'm the long rekindled-interest anon" or you can answer this or just read & delete, I really don't mind if you don't want to answer ^^. Just, wanted to say this. Again I hope this isn't weird ;w; I swear I'm just a little adhd guy who used to love GF a lot, and possibly might be okay enough to start interacting with it on his own. And your love for the franchise helped.)

Hi this made me tear up (iN A GOOD WAY I PROMISE AHSDOFISADH I CRY WHEN I'M HAPPY LOL), this is seriously so, so sweet. Thank you so much for sending me this!! 🥹 I'm really glad that all of my silly Gravity Falls stuff has helped you get back into the show, and I hope you enjoy it and enjoy the Book of Bill if you get it!

Also, this seriously means a lot to me, especially because I'm actually really self-conscious about my interests and passions haha. I'm terrified of being seen as annoying, and there's been a lot of times recently where I've shut down out of the fear of being annoying about my interests. But I'm starting to not give a shit about whether or not people find me annoying online?? I want to be super vocal about something I adore so damn much cause it makes me happy! I've also been burnt out on drawing for a WHILE, but reading this book has given me so much inspiration, and drawing feels really fun and exciting again for the first time in a while! I struggle with depression a lot too, but my love for Bill and excitement about what's to come for the series has helped me feel really happy and kept me going for the first time in a bit. So, while I'm still scared of being perceived as annoying, I'm really happy right now and I want to keep doing stuff that makes me happy, even if that's just drawing Bill antagonizing me / my sona lmao. Seriously, thank you so much for sending me this! It's incredibly sweet and I'm really grateful that you did ;w;

Also you can absolutely reach out over DMs!! I would love to talk, but I hope you're having a wonderful day!! 🥹❤️

[showtoonzfan]

Hey! It's Helluva-Bust. I'm doing okay! You probably saw my posts about deactivating pretty soon and all that. Maybe as a bit of a retrospective when everything is said and done I might return, but otherwise don't wait for me to remake this time! I still keep up with all the critical blogs I engaged with (just silently of course). I am aware of the recent situation with kendraws, which I found genuinely disgusting and like, angered me so bad that I honestly would have just deleted my account then and there, because I've just completely given up on Viv. I'm done with her shows and I'm done with her garbage fanbase. I want to stop concerning myself over someone who is this vicious and toxic that she will literally play the victim card for being exposed for own abuse. Honestly, I was already feeling a bit drained from the account by both the show's gradual decline and vivzie's constant and abusive behavior and. It was like keeping track of an abuser and the show where she justifies her abuse, it was mentally draining and honestly pretty triggering for me haha. discussing viv's past and realizing how she just never learns and will continue to abuse people as long as she keep providing her fans her boring softcore porn just disturbed me too much to even enjoy ribbing on her works. i genuinely find her a dangerous and unhinged person who needs to get out of the leader's role ASAP. this is by means not a criticism of people who still watch her shows to critique her work (like i said still follow yall!) but I hope I explained myself. And I hope you guys are doing okay! I'm doing a lot better myself. (also for the people wondering why i always deactivate, its just so i resist the temptation of coming back and starting up my blog again)

Yeah, I understand you completely fam! Nice to hear from you and that you’re doing okay, you’re right, it really is draining, especially what’s been going on recently, not to mention for me personally, the Ken document has really made me feel like I can’t look at Vivzie’s stuff the same again. Like…I knew she was a bad writer but good god the way she wrote in discord to Ken on developing the pilot really made me feel like this woman can’t produce anything good, but I’m being dramatic, I also in a certain scope can’t look at her shows the same because this has honestly got to be by far one of the most shittiest things she’s done, and that’s saying a lot. This is the first time we’ve seen this kinda evidence with her and how she acts, and honestly? It legit makes me want to give up on her and her show’s completely as well, it’s just….draining because it’s the same thing over and over again and she never learns and can never get the consequences of her mistreatment because she can’t be touched.

I might give up on Helluva soon, I know I said I would after Season 2 episode 2 but I obliviously came back because it’s entertaining to complain about the show and pick on it for its garbage writing lol, but I still have like…zero faith in the show. With that said, it’s of course important that you’re tending to yourself cause yeah 90% of the time the show ain’t worth the anger and can drain ALL of us lol, so don’t apologize or feel the need to explain for deactivating. It’s 100% valid! With that said wether you decide to come back in the distant future or not, hope you have a good one! And yes I agree, the victims deserved better!

[top-vi]

Saw a confession speculating what will happen to Rhaenicent S2 onwards. Here was the take:

Alicent starts S2 slowly becoming disillusioned with Team Green, distancing herself from them.

This in turn triggers her redemption arc, leading to her reunion with Rhaenyra at Dragonstone.

Rhaenyra just lost Jace, she’s still raw from the pain and isn’t interested in making peace.

Alicent has to prove her loyalty and genuine remorse for what happened to Rhaenyra’s children.

She does this by helping Team Black seize Kingslanding.

Her only conditions are that Aegon is sent to the Wall and no harm comes to Helaena. She can’t ask for mercy for Aemond because of Luke, Rhaenyra will always choose her boys no matter what and she has to accept this.

As Nettles has been written out of the show, Alicent will be the cause for Daemyra’s marriage to start showing cracks. Daemon wants her dead but Rhaenyra refuses.

When Rhaenyra is killed by Aegon I it will be Alicent who witnesses instead of Aegon II.

Shell then avenge Rhaenyra by killing Aegon I herself.

Think it’s also better if she’s the one who proposes Aegon II and Jaehaera’s marriage instead of Corlys.

I can see this being Alicent’s storyline. What are your thoughts?

wow there's a lot here so i'm gonna go point by point

i don't think she's ever been fully illusioned by team green in the first place. i think she was scared and being pushed around and made a choice to crown aegon that she perhaps didn't even agree with while she was doing it

while i could see this being possible, i don't know. i think she's going to go to dragonstone to beg for peace, but i don't believe it is going to be a "redemption" arc in the usual sense

100% see this happening

no

no

though i like the idea of alicent waffling between both sides, i don't think she's going to go full team black like this. these terms may be a part of the original peace she attempts to broker, but i don't see her actively switching sides to help rhaenyra at the expense of her children

definitely see this happening. i think there are already a ton of cracks in the daemon/rhaenyra relationship just based on...everything about their relationship lmfao, but i do see alicent's life being a sticking point that perhaps sends daemon to harrenhall to hunt down aemond? juicy, unsure if it will happen, would find it hilarious if it did

i think you mean aegon 2 and 3 respectively, but i'm not sure. i think both of them can be there if the writers decide to have alicent present for rhaenyra's death

i honestly have no idea how they'll handle aegon 2's death. i could see alicent poisoning him for a number of reasons--from a mercy kill to resentment. i could also see someone else killing him (dyana perhaps?). despite it all, alicent does love her children, and i don't think she could bring herself to kill her first son in order to avenge rhaenyra, regardless of what he's done

could see this. don't think its that important tbh. all i know is that i'm waiting for the final line of the show to be alicent saying "i wish i were reading to rhaenyra under the weirwood like we did as girls"

i hope this made sense! i also hope i don't come off as dismissive or rude for some of these points, but i just genuinely don't see alicent as being able to plot against her own children entirely.

this is all speculation so take with a grain of salt haha

[diaryofasentimentalist]

— always the fool (how was i supposed to see the way?) // preview

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

running wc: 6.9k

tags: canon compliant, canon-typical violence, suicide, death (no major characters), grooming (not between main pair), manipulation, betrayal, ill-timed attraction, alternating pov, what if we kissed in the mutant-infested laboratory? haha just kidding... unless...?

synopsis: September 13, 2003 | Pueblo, Colorado — When a citywide alert warns all residents to get home, lock down, and stay away from the industrial district, the first thing you do is head for Biovance. Although officially employed as custodial staff, you know about their experimental research, and you’re not letting the company sink without getting your hands on the R-vive bacterium they’ve been developing. Unfortunately, navigating the maze of halls you’ve memorized is a lot harder when they’re crawling with strange, hostile creatures… until you run into someone who looks like he does this for a living.

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An organization develops a gene-altering pathogen and causes a biohazardous outbreak… basically, just another day for Leon. His mission is simple enough: get in, take out the bioweapons, rescue survivors, destroy any chance of another outbreak, get out. The first survivor he stumbles upon, however— a scientist with an attitude and an old revolver— refuses to evacuate, insisting that there’s someone she must save. It’s a pain in the ass, but between his combat capabilities and her knowledge of the facility, they might actually make a decent team.

a/n: this story takes place after operation javier, but before the events of re4, so picture slightly-less-exhausted re4r!leon. also, no y/n here; the reader uses a fake name for most of it.

chapters: [preview] [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10] [11] [12]

preview

“Women,” he says with a sigh. Always so stubborn. He shakes his head. As a newer agent, he might've argued longer, might've threatened legal action. But he's done this enough times to know how it's going to end. Any time spent chasing the same points around and around is time wasted, time that other survivors might not have. “Alright, fine. You lead the way, and I’ll keep you safe. But you have to stay close to me at all times, and you have to do exactly as I say. That sound like a deal to you?”

She nods eagerly, all traces of her earlier terror now replaced with hopeful vigor. It sends a pang to his heart. If she knew what she was in for, she wouldn’t look so happy right now. “Deal.”

He extends the revolver. At first, she makes no move to take it, staring up at him with her lips slightly parted. “What? You don’t want it anymore?”

“I do,” she says quickly, holding out her hand.

“I don’t know where you got this old antique,” he says, eyes scanning over the long-discontinued model, “but you should hold onto it. Don’t try to play the hero, don’t be so trigger happy. Let me handle hostiles. This is only for emergencies.” His eyes meet hers sharply, darkening slightly. “And don’t even think about pointing it at me again.”

He places the revolver into her waiting hand and watches as she tucks it into the waistband of her skirt. Seriously, not even a holster? His eyes flicker up to meet hers once more, and she nods once. “I understand,” she says, a tinge of genuine remorse in her tone. “I’m sorry.”

He nods. Truthfully, he’s not even that mad. It’s not the first time a beautiful woman has pointed a gun at him, and somehow, he doubts it’ll be the last. That just seems to be a recurring theme in his line of work.

“Lead the way, doctor.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm just waiting for the Episode of Savanaclaw to show little Leona and the little lion getting his hopes and dreams crushed by everyone around him.

Also, this might sound weird but I always thought Leona and Dominique from The Case Study of Vanitas were kinda similar. Their both the youngest child of high-standing families and were viewed as inferior towards their older sibling(s) (In Dominique's case, 2 older half siblings and deceased older twin brother). But in the end, Dominique realised that her cryokinesis is actually way more powerful than even her older half siblings' because hers aren't violent like those of her half-siblings.

Now, I'm not saying Leona's parents are abusive/cruel (though it could be a possibility) and told Leona "You're brother can already do this, why can't you?" or "Falena's already unlocked his Unique Magic, why're you so slow?" (that's the servants' job) but it wouldn't surprise me if they did accidentally said something insensitive (or Leona misinterpreted what they were really trying to say) to Leona that crushed his already crippling self-esteem issues.

Maybe Leona tried to tell his parents how badly he wanted to be king and they said something along the lines of "You're brother's already going to be the king, so stop whining. You've been given everything you wanted." or "Falena's going be the next king and you can't change that." And maybe that finally caused him to snap and start being apathetic towards everything.

Again, this is just a theory I have and it may not happen. Hell, I probably got a few things wrong about Leona's character and backstory.

I’ve only read like one volume of The Case Study of Vanitas I won it in a raffle haha and I don’t know if I’ll continue reading it so 😅 not sure if I 100% get all the details about Dominique and how she parallels Leona. I like Vanitas x Jeanne only because Jeanne hates his guts while Vanitas simps for her and it’s so funny—

Personally, I've never thought of Leona's parents as playing a particularly significant role in his trauma (mainly because the game never showed either of them in his flashback, nor did it indicate the parents as being the center or the “trigger” that made Leona lose hope in himself). The focus of the flashback was on servants and Farena/Falena. The other boys' OB flashbacks also obviously feature major sources for their trauma such as Mama Rosehearts, Azul's bullies, the Viper parents, etc. so if Leona’s parents did play a big role in him being the way he is, it’s strange that they didn’t show up in his flashback.

Leona's parents are barely even mentioned; I only ever recall one instance where it was said that his dad is ill enough to the point where he cannot lead their country, thus Farena/Falena has to act as king. There is no mention of Leona's mother as far as I can tell, and neither parent has been really characterized. Maybe they'll actually get mentioned in the manga adaptation's telling of Leona's flashback?

I don’t doubt that maybe the parents may have said a few insensitive things here and there offhandedly (because everyone naturally makes missteps), but I don’t know about outright telling Leona to “stop whining” or “why are you so slow”. That’s just… very blatantly rude to tell anyone, let alone your own child. I’m not saying it’s not possible for a parent to say such a thing, but I think it’s a bit of a leap in logic to suggest that parents we barely know about would.

I totally buy that Leona would get pissed off and lash out at his parents for misinterpretations on his part though. When his self esteem is already low and he believes the world is against him, it’ll skew his perception of others’ words and actions as negative too. We most clearly see this exemplified when Leona acts bitter towards Farena/Falena, in spite of his older brother showing actually showing Leona a lot of genuine support. I’m more inclined to believe that the parents were also pretty supportive and well-meaning (if Farena/Falena is of any indication), but that Leona interpreted their good will as pity and/or backhanded compliments, or that they could never understand his plight. I’d at least like to think they were a little more tactful/wise with their wording rather than sound annoyed every time Leona expressed a grievance 😔 Alternatively, the parents were probably just never around much due to royal duties, so maybe Leona felt like he never got that social support from their end.

The nature of Leona’s struggle is also something that’s generally seen as more cumulative, rather than there being a single turning point that made him give up on trying. I don’t think you can really point at any singular instance and say, “yes, this part of his past is what made him ‘snap’.” It’s the constant rejection and being beat down by the world and the people he’s trying to get validation from that wears away at his spirit.

[gusherguy]

Simi Saga - Prank Call

A prank caller plays simi feeding trigger sounds and causes a simi to empty right there at work. Thank goodness his boss is understanding!

It was a quiet tuesday at the restaurant, and Jax was in the back folding napkins for tables. There wasn't much else to do, what with the single elderly patron in the front enjoying their daily coffee and pastries. Considering how busy the place was going to get come evening, he was glad for the lull.

The front phone rang after a while. Jax got up and headed over, picking up the phone just as his boss emerged from her closet-sized office. "Fig Garden italian restaurant, how can I help you?"

There was a long pause. "Yes, hi. I'd like to make a reservation."

"Wonderful sir, and how many people will be in your party?" he listened and jotted down the information as he held the phone with his shoulder. "Four people, got it. And what time would you like to make a reservation for?"

This time the pause was longer and Jax thought he heard giggling somewhere on the call. "Pardon, I couldn't make that out?" he asked, staying polite. His boss, a simi just a hair taller than him, looked over.

"Umm. Make it a seven o clock reservation. I'm just so hungry." The caller's voice pulled into a long whine that made heat bloom in Jax's abdomen. His secondary stomach suddenly felt heavy. But, maintaining his politeness, he gave them the benefit of the doubt and pressed on, swallowing hard. "Ah, s-seven? Alright-" he was interrupted by more noises, and realized with a churn in his gut that this was a prank call.

Some simi are easily triggered by high pitched sounds. More whining that sounded just like someone needing to be fed emanated from the phone, followed by loud, gassy gurgling. Jax felt his secondary stomach instantly react, clenching and preparing to empty. Oh, no. "Sir, if you -- urp! If you're not going to make a g-genuine reservation...." he hiccuped again and swallowed hard. The warm weight in his belly wanted out, making his mouth water. "Th-then I'm going to have to hang up."

"Oh, I'm sorry, please don't hang up." the caller kept giggling and making those sounds. Jax groaned and put the phone down, pressing both hands to his mouth.

"You okay, Jax?" his boss asked, confused. Jax had never had a problem keeping his secondary stomach under control before, but now....he was leaned against the counter, body jerking in suppressed heaves, as his overactive tummy tried to puke everything up.

"I --ghlll!" he almost choked on the slurry as it suddenly filled his cheeks to bulging. The sounds kept echoing in his head, driving the urge to empty to seething heights. His stomach pulsed with nauseous heat. It was all too much. Jax doubled over with a guttural belch and spewed off-white slurry all over the floor. It dripped from his lips and soaked into his apron. Jax's head spun with the fuzzy pleasure every simi felt from vomiting. It urged him to keep getting sick, more and more, until he was empty.

His boss sighed, realizing he really couldn't help it. She pulled the trashcan closer and helped Jax over it. "There you go, just get it up." she told him. Jax yawned, sticking his tongue out, before making a little sound in the back of his throat and letting go another gush of milky puke. "I - I'm so sorry -- urrrp! It was....it was some caller, th-they-" his legs shook, heat sparking through him, and was interrupted by more vomit. "They made these sounds, and I-"

"Oh. A prank caller?" his boss shook her head sympathetically. "I've had to deal with a few of those. One caught me off guard at home." she patted his back hard to help him get up the last few gushes. "I heard that gurgling and the next thing I knew, puking everything onto myself. God damn instincts."

"Haha....yeah." Jax chuckled nervously. He spat the last residue from his mouth and wiped his lips. Well, now that his secondary stomach was empty, at least he was safe from such pranks for the rest of the night.

[tenebriism]

Sorey and Mikleo!!

Send Me a Ship and I'll Tell You . . . [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

SOREY X MIKLEO :

Who is more likely to hurt the other?

Sorey... not because he would WANT to, but because it's unavoidable. He already hurt Mikleo multiple times in game, once because he thought he was 'keeping Mikleo safe,' and the other? Well, he had to sacrifice himself to save the world. Sorey is the purest, most selfless of beings, so if he EVER hurts anyone, it's because he, genuinely, thought it was the best possible option at the time.

Who is emotionally stronger?

Sorey. Even despite everything that was dumped on his shoulders, he suffered through it with a smile, often setting aside his own turmoil to help those around him. Sorey also has more of a duty to be strong; if the world is going to rely on him and believe he can be the chosen Shepherd they expect him to be, he can't falter. Mikleo gets a free ticket since most people can't even see him.

Who is physically stronger?

Sorey. Mikleo is definitely extremely strong, and when they armatize, he boosts Sorey's strength exponentially, but Sorey is the Shepherd. He is MEANT to be strong, both in resolve and physically.

Who is more likely to break a bone? 

You know what? I'd say they're equal. Sorey is definitely more reckless than Mikleo, but we've also seen that Mikleo is a bit, ah... trap trigger happy.

Who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

I'ma go with 'neither' on this. They know everything about each other, and could definitely use whatever they wanted against the other if they REALLY wanted to cause upset, but that's the thing... they wouldn't. Not on purpose.

Who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Sorey. Mikleo is definitely more stubborn than Sorey is.

Who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Mikleo treats Sorey's wounds.

Who is in constant need of comfort? 

I'd say Mikleo. Not because he wants to be or seeks it out, but this kinda feeds off the 'Sorey is emotionally stronger' thing.

Who gets more jealous? 

Mikleoooooo, oh my goodness. It's shown several times in game (like when Sorey is interacting with Alisha, or when Sorey enjoys Lailah's cooking instead of Mikleo's).

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

Well... Mikleo walked out on Sorey once in game, even though it was because he was upset and thought he wasn't needed. I can't see Sorey EVER abandoning Mikleo.

Who will propose? 

Sorey to Mikleo. :)

Who has the most difficult parents?

BOTH, LMFAO.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Sorey. Mikleo isn't called 'Tsunleo' for no reason, after all.

Who hogs the blankets? 

I could see Sorey being a bit more of a blanket hog? Not on purpose, of course! He just looks like a big golden retriever who doesn't realize he takes up so much space in bed.

Who gets more sad? 

Mikleo. Hard not to when you have to watch your best friend throw himself into the line of danger endlessly to save the world.

Who is better at cheering the other up? 

Equal! And they can easily tell when the other is upset, too, so it doesn't take much, if ANYTHING.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Sorey definitely slaps Mikleo, haha.

Who is more streetwise?

Mm... neither. They both had a relatively sheltered upbringing, so they're learning, at an equal pace, about the 'outside world.'

Who is more wise?

Definitely Mikleo. I think it comes with the fact that he's more mature, and was 'Gramps' right hand' back in Elysia.

Who’s the shyest? 

100% Mikleo.

Who boasts about the other more? 

We've seen Sorey hype Mikleo up SEVERAL times in canon (and his voice actor does, too, hilariously enough), so the crown goes to the golden retriever for this one.

Who sits on whose lap? 

Mikleo would sit in Sorey's lap. He'd get extremely flustered about it, but it brings him an immense amount of comfort.

@electricea ;;

[smokeys-house]

Ok I'm a little calmer now and let me phrase this better

Being in a state of panic, anxious, experiencing fear, or stress, etc is not what a panic attack is

If you've never had a real panic attack before, it feels like you are dying.

(Image from mayo clinic)

It is a SUDDEN ONSET of INTENSE PANIC. It affects your nervous system and all of senses and it genuinely feels like a serious emergency medical event. It is very taxing on your system. Most people have 1 or 2 in a lifetime but some people have panic disorders or panic attacks caused by other disorders. It is not a simple feeling of anxiety. It may cause you to pass out. So it youre experiencing deadline stress or stress about a relationship and you're cognizant of that and have most if not all of your faculties? Not a panic attack.

I know it's just a funny silly haha and it's "not that deep" but yall really really gotta stop co opting medical terminology to express simple feelings and emotions. Disabled people struggle every day with not being taken seriously and watering down terms like ptsd, ocd, depression, panic attacks, triggers, schizophrenia, delusions, etc really really does greatly impact the lives of people around you. It's not funny.

[edai-crplpnk]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I did it once so the first batch is here! But I can surely do five more.

1. Spit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38992998

A post-Chuunin Exam fic of the Sand Siblings trying to live together in a tad bit more harmony and less murder than before. Once again, I love fics that explore the dysfunctions in the Sand Siblings and how they can be genuinely bad to each other, especially early on, even when they are trying to be good. Also loved exploring how autistic Gaara would use his sand as a sensory tool/protection.

2. Anything Is Better: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39333273

My first (and for now only) Baki/Yuura fic. Also it's smut. Sad smut. I love them. Much closeted men, much internalised homophobia. I've been wanting to write a fic centred more around Baki and his relationship to queerness and all for a long long time and I haven't gotten to it yet. But it will happen! For the record, this belongs to my Worldbuilding canonverse (with all the KankuShino, and with Silhouettes!)

3. The Best Thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44161606

Happier smut! This is my KankuOmoi fic in the KankuShika modern AU. It's a little spin-off of Kankurou's first time and coincidental discovery of his queerness. (Men are hot, who knew!) It's been very soft writing about young adults sharing this moment of tender awkwardness and I'm very happy with the result.

4. My Cigarette Burn my Finger 'Cause I Forgot I Lit It: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39983637/

This is from the same modern AU as The Best Thing and Before a Doll. KankuShika "meeting the parents" fic, except they're not dating yet. Mortifying position to be in, but very funny for us. This is also what triggered the current writing of Haemorrhage since it starts tackling Kankurou's history of addiction and the evolution of his relationship with his siblings.

5. From the Day I Decided to Carry You: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36113848

I will admit the porn-to-plot ratio of that one is a bit weird but it just- it happened like that haha. It's a KakaGai fic about Gai cutting and caring for Kakashi's hair. An exploration of vulnerability and self-care with some dysphoria sprinkled on top. It happens post-Land of Wave arc, and there is also a discussion of Kakashi's feelings regarding having his team, having killed Haku, etc... I found it frustrating that we've gotten so little of Kakashi's reaction to these events because I can't imagine how fucking traumatic and triggering Haku doing the exact thing Rin did must have been. (Not to mention, you know, the fact that he murdered a kid in front of kids?) So I wrote about it. But they also fuck in the middle. That's the fic.

[seasonal-writes]

"Jimmy barely has a second to think before he’s fully tripped, shrieking as he falls face-first into the grass. His arms crush beneath him, bouts of dull pain racking his upper half and triggering a groan. That feeling of being chased still courses through him, unable to wipe the giddy grin from his face as he attempts to get up. Something keeps one leg down, though, causing further prevention. 

When he turns to look, he sees Tango with a rather predatory glint in his eye, holding his ankle. 

“Got’cha.”

“No, Tango, no-”

“Nuh-uh! You wanna play like that, you’re gonna pay,” Tango says, now crawling forward and over his legs. When Jimmy’s ankle is free, the only thing he can do is flop over and attempt to scoot away. 

And oh, does he try to get away. He tries so very hard, but suddenly Tango is halfway up his body and keeping him caged. The only option is to hold onto the map for dear life, as his back finally presses against the ground. 

Then, still grinning, Tango is looming over him. He rests on one arm, while the other hand pins down Jimmy’s wrist of the hand that holds the map. Tango stares down with an alarming expression that Jimmy can hardly place as his brain runs a million miles an hour. He feels Tango’s weight, surprisingly strong legs pressing at the sides of Jimmy’s legs and keeping him from moving. 

Both of them breathe heavily, hot air mixing with the late afternoon’s breeze in the bit of space between their faces. Tango doesn’t get too close, but just close enough that Jimmy can make out the beads of sweat on the sides of his temples, the little red marks in his cheeks looking so bright. There is heat beneath Jimmy’s collar, making him feel as though they are not outside, laying in a field—but rather, suddenly back in a closet in the palace. 

“I told you, I got'cha,” Tango says, “Now hand over that map.” 

Even with the sudden wave of nervousness that rushes from his stomach, Jimmy smirks. He clenches the map harder in his fingers. 

“You’re gonna have to take it yourself.”

“You think I can’t, huh?”"

(being anon...can't send screenshot so deal with the text instead FHHFHF)

I NEED TO KNOW. EVERYTHING. ABOUT THIS. ITS ONE OF THE PARTS OF GOLDEN RINGS THAT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE, ROSE.

-‼️

the way i didn't even read through the entire first paragraph before knowing EXACTLY what scene this was from, haha! fear not, excited anon, as you are not alone—i genuinely think about this scene all the time and it still is one of my favorites. Yeah, so I will be completely honest when I say this scene was... entirely unintentional aside from me saying, very specifically, that I needed a distraction for the horse to run away. But I went into it not knowing a damn thing about what would come of that requirement, and this just.. fell out of my brain. It's very much turned into a super pivotal moment for them, I think, in Tango and Jimmy's level of comfort with each other? In the way that even in the midst of a little tiff, they ended up letting it go and playing around? Like they're no strangers, in this fic, to messing with each other. But this whole scene felt like a step further, y'know? Just some good ol' fashioned friendship development. ... yeah, okay, fine I'll talk about. um. their precarious positioning. I am.. a huge sucker for a lighthearted (and tiny) power dynamic, in the way that Tango is so determined to get the map that he has Jimmy literally pinned down but Jimmy's so stubborn that he still refuses, despite clearly being very flustered. to ME it is also that jimmy is like, inherently in the lower part of the dynamic, but still fights it and that just feels very jimmy to me, y'know? This exchange—

“You’re gonna have to take it yourself.”

“You think I can’t, huh?”" —is my favorite. They are just FEEDING into each other's weird, charged, playful stubbornness and it's sooo good. That was always something I wanted to capture, was both of their stubborn natures (despite being manifested in very different ways) and that feels really present in this part. I feel like it came across fairly well throughout the fic itself, but this scene specifically is where I feel I nailed it. Even if it's not a super serious scene. also: god that callback to the closet in "There is heat beneath Jimmy’s collar, making him feel as though they are not outside, laying in a field—but rather, suddenly back in a closet in the palace", a scene which shares the same energy... past rose, you're a fucking genius. I remember very specifically referencing that on purpose, once I had decided this is the direction I wanted to take. Because it's just!! it's a killer callback!! it's a theme with tango and them being playful and revealing the more fun, innocent (to an extent..) sides of themselves! AND THEY'RE BEIN' REAL GAY ABOUT IT- gets shot

genuinely, i was just so giddy that i had managed to create a sense of tension, y'know? like, i love reading really charged scenes, and that was the perfect opportunity. especially because it was necessary for plot development in this case. if you remember too, just after this, we have the part where tango bears his teeth. and i just. they. i'm. i'm JUST. ahem. anyway. if anyone hasn't seen it, my beloved bestest friend has made some really amazing art of this scene. go check it out, it's just. i'm. they're so gay. in complete honesty, that's kinda all i have to say about it for now! if i think of anything else i'll just put it in a reblog, but like. yeah. i love this scene a LOT and it's just like.. i was so excited when i posted the chapter with this bit because all of you LOVED it. thank you for the ask, excited anon! hopefully this was a good lil sneak peek into some of my thoughts about it. <3 if anyone wants to send in a scene for commentary, the ask game is here! i might take a bit to get to it, but i love doing this!! so!! please do :D

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hello there dear! i’m new to tumblr, and i never knew there were such sweet people like you writing wonderful scenarios w/ hypnosis mic characters for everyone! as i was reading through your content, i could tell through your writing that you are very passionate about writing, and you seem like a very kind individual!

i really liked the kind of request that neru-anon requested, i hope its ok if i try this as well! ill try to keep everything brief, as im not a super interesting person to begin with- Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

my name is ryusei, which contains the kanji for flow, 流 and star, 星. i go by she/they (whichever is fine!) and i’m currently 20, and studying music and psychology! im a rather quiet person, but i’ll always be willing to lend an ear if anyone wants to chat/vent! i’m very overprotective in a way thats not too conspicuous, and very loyal to anyone who calls me their friend. in contrast to that, i can hold myself well in a fight, and i’m surprisingly physically strong, but just get tired super quickly… (my stamina is… well… not good) i like smiling, but it’s difficult to express my facial emotions well, so i usually wear a mask in public. i’m an adaptable person, but i get overwhelmed easily, especially when there are too many numbers… i have asd, bpd, and ocd, and there was a point in my teenage years where that severely impacted my social life and academics, so i always like to keep my guard up, but i like to talk a lot so i end up saying too much sometimes-! i have a couple friends, but i’m not a “people person” i guess.

i enjoy listening to a wide range of music and i really love artists like Atarashii Gakko!, 周深 (his voice is so soothing!), (G)I-DLE, Ichiko Aoba, vocaloid, and Hypmic music! you can check them out if you’d like, they’re all very talented musicians/singers!

i’d rather not go into my family affairs too much, as my parents don’t have a healthy relationship with each other which affected my brother and i, so we don’t talk much now. but my younger brother (as chaotic as he may be) is important to me.

i won’t go into my panic attacks too much as i know this topic may be triggering for some people, but they’re usually hard to spot, and people other than me usually can’t tell because of my quietness.

i really like cats! i’d like to own one myself in the future, maybe when i can take care of myself better ヽ(；▽；)ノ i visit cat cafes when i visit japan sometimes, although im not as fluent as a local, its enough for me to book time slots for cat cafes at least!

when i’m in a bad mood, i lash out and break down easily at people, so i have a tendency to self isolate sometimes.

i like… a lot of foods! i don’t like fruit, insects (both in food and in general),and extravagant stuff though… i like coffee with loads of sugar… haha… i dont get drunk easily but im not too fond of alcohol… maybe cocktails but not super bitter stuff. i can withstand smoke but i don’t smoke myself.

i don’t care too much about clothing, but i want to look presentable at least. i do like cute clothes, but i usually go with super minimalistic/vintage clothes.

i like kind people! i strive to be kind myself! i want to be able to mutually help each other with our problems! i have the power to be able to help others, and honestly helping other people is easier than figuring out what to do with my own problems. unconditional love is important to me. i have problems with self confidence, and i’m also pretty hard to read, so someone who could really understand that would be nice. my love language is… physical contact i think? i like hugging and jumping around and stuff, but i dont do that much cause im paranoid about bothering people. i like affection a lot!! i didn’t have a super affectionate family, but i like people who show they care through their actions (and sometimes maybe words?) i would honestly offer everything i have for someone who would genuinely love me, but i doubt even someone in the hypmic cast would be interested… (´；Д；`)

thank you for reading all this stuff hebi! please take care! its a bit late where i am, so i’m going to head to sleep. goodnight hebi! (_ _).｡o○

(sorry for any spelling errors TT)

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Thank you for requesting for this kind of request! I honestly really like playing Cupid's role, haha!♥ Of course the following is only mu thoughts and headcanons, so don't feel forced to think just like I do, okee~? Also, I don't know who are your favourite characters or if there's any you dislike qwq In case i chose one you don't like, please, text me so I can change him to the "second" or the "third" choice at the bottom of this post, okee? Plus, sweetheart, please let me know if there's any mistake♥ Enjoy~♥

Warnings: nothing~ safe here~

⭐𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬/𝐨⭐

⭐Hey, sweetheart! I'm thankful for all the sweet words you told me.. qwq♥ I'm so glad that you do enjoy my writings, as I always try to do my best. My main mission is to bring a smile to people's faces, so I do hope this will bring a smile to yours as well!♥

⭐First of all I wanted to tell you that you seem a nice and amazing person, so there's not really need to be that unconfident, especially when it comes to physical affection! It's true that there are people who are introverted and maybe against PDA (like me, oof..), but as an introverted I can tell that people like you- who likes affection, hugging, smiling- are very appreciated. You can literally cheer people around you up and this is so powerful!♥ As I read your description, I don't hide the fact that I immediately thought about Matenrou and Fling Posse bois; On one hand things about you like studying psychology, being kind of unconfident, dreaming about getting some physical affection, getting easily overwhelmed and getting silent panic attacks really made me think about Matenrou and, in particular, about Doppo somehow..♥ On the other hand things like wearing minimalistic/vintage cute clothes, enjoying music, liking affection and jumping around, being a good listener, liking cats and being actually a trustful and loyal friend made me think about Fling Posse and their friendship, but especially to Gentaro and Ramuda, somehow♥ The fact that you do care a lot about your brother, the fact that you prefer helping others and try your best to be a good person, and especially, though, the fact that you are unconfident or maybe simply do not realize how nice you truly are.. well.. These things really bring me to think that you could kin Doppo- along with Gentaro and Ramuda-, somehow! BUT, we are here to find your other-half, and this isn't surely Doppo, since I do believe he is not that type of man pro to PDA and gets easily flustered.. (but.. who knows? He could get a crush on you~). Plus he's 29, so... ugh.. I know age isn't important in a couple and that love can be for everyone, but we need someone more...! We need someone who would be there for you, who would easily understand you- since you specifically said that you're "hard to be read"- and who's going to love you unconditionally. Someone who would show his affection towards you without any hesitation and problem! Someone who has interests similar to yours maybe.. who does enjoy music a lot, who enjoy food and who's protective of the ones he holds dear! Someone who can understad you fully and maybe even being that good of a partner who'd be able to get the moment when you're silently having a panic attack..

⭐..Okay.. I got my results~

⭐So.. (unless you don't like gambling..).. I feel like Dice would be a perfect first choice! We're literally talking about someone who seems dumb as f##, but it's canon that he has some serious and deep thinking moments, especially when he's alone. He looks dumb, but he's not at all. Just like you, Dice does enjoy music, as he tries to create some using "instruments" like grass or empty cans- even if it's said that he can play piano and violin, oof. Just like you, he does care a lot about his friends and he's even protective of the ones he holds dear. Dice loves his friends unconditionally- even if some could think that he's Gentaro's friend because he owes him money, Dice does actually care about him too. Plus, if he gamble, that means that he has a "not-toxic" relationship with numbers! (jk, Ryusei♥ *hugs*)

⭐So I'm sure that through his energetic and dumb-apparent look, he would be the best of a partner for you! You with your stable-life and him with his risky-life would be the perfect yin and yang. I can already imagine him randomly hugging you or simply poking your face as he notices that your mind is overthinking.. he would get that maybe you're starting to panic silently and would whisper: "Hey... u okay?", with a reassuring smile. After meeting your eyes he would simply open his arms to hug you, especially if he's certain that you need affection. Dice would try his best to cheer you up, especially when he feels like you're having a "no"-day. I can even imagine you both petting stray cats or him visiting you and holding one of your school books like: "Daaaaamn.. how can you even understand all of this?!.. It feels like blabbering!", playing the fool part only to make you chuckle. Even so, he would show how proud he is of you and how much he does really admire you. "How can you be so smart to understand that blabbering?!", Dice would exclaim only to hear your chuckle again. "I.. I like your chuckle, y'know? It's.. cute.."

⭐About the others Fling Posse's and Matenrou's members, well.. ⭐Jakurai: He could be a kind uncle/father to you. Since he's a doctor he could really take care of your "no"-moments, even also hugging you, why not? Plus I'm 100% sure he would be so proud of you for studying psychology! You're going to be one of his work colleague, one of the most amazing one, actually!♥ ⭐Hifumi: Except for those times his fear for women would be evident, he would show his support to you just as much as he does with Doppo! Hifumi is a kind-hearted man so he'd be energetic enough to drive you to be the same and you both would be great friends for sure! After some time, though, I think he would start to learn to "read" you, because he already did it with Doppo~♥ ⭐Doppo: I feel like you could kin him, as I said before. Doppo is the one who paradoxically would tell you stuff like "W-what?! But.. you're amazing, Ryusei! Don't you ever think otherwise. You cannot understand how great you are?!".. I mean.. bruh, you're just like her! But I feel like he would even usually vent in your presence or inviting you to get some coffee together, why not?♥ ⭐Ramuda: Oh... ohhh. Ramuda would be the best at showing his affection towards you, especially now that you're officially a posse~! He would jump around and hug you randomly, but I feel like you would also be there noticing his "no"-moments too♥ ⭐Gentaro: You would have a calm but intellectual relationship with him. Both of you would go to the café, wearing vintage clothes and I feel like Gentaro would appreciate your company, as your dressing style seems similar to his one. He's also a good listener, just like you, so I feel like you could even take a chance to talk to him. He would give you his "honest" advices... oof♥

Top three results:

⭐1- Dice

⭐2- Ramuda

⭐3-Doppo

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