#btw I guessed the time and appearances off the top of my head at first
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This is a essay/character analysis of Pyramid Head and I would like to preface it with four disclaimers:
First, as I will use every valid piece of knowledge that's available of Pyramid Head, I will spoil all of Silent Hill 2, even the Director's Cut of it. It's inevitable, considering how important he is in the game, so be warned beforehand. Play Silent Hill 2 if you haven't, or watch someone else play it. (just keep in mind there are multiple endings.)
Second, I will only use Silent Hill 2 and the tweets of Pyramid Head's creator, Masahiro Ito, as evidence. He knew exactly what the character was supposed to be and Silent Hill 2 is the only appearance of Pyramid Head that he worked on. Thus, it doesn't get more accurate than that to me.
Third, I am not claiming this is gospel. This is mainly a character study done for fun to show off how canon Pyramid Head may act when portrayed in fanfiction or other fan content. It's researched and gathered information that may be used to learn more about the character as well, yes, but I am not claiming this to be the end-all-be-all of his personality. He is a fictional character, and a grown man/creature at that. There's nothing wrong with depicting him however anyone pleases. I personally do not enjoy the r*pey depictions of him, but he's a fictional monster, it's an inevitable take.
And, fourth, expect discussion of topics found in Silent Hill 2. Mentions of death, abuse and r*pe, but I won't be dwelling on any given topic in detail.
So, with all of that in mind…
What was that Red Pyramid Thing? An essay/character study of the manifestation of James' guilt
Red Pyramid Thing, more commonly known as Pyramid Head, is somewhat of the main antagonist in Silent Hill 2, though I use the term loosely (he certainly does antagonize James). He was made specifically because the game needed a chaser to fulfil a specific role in the story, and he was designed by Masahiro Ito.
He only appears six times total throughout the game, for around ten minutes all together. Regardless of the brevity of his sightings, he certainly makes a strong impression, if how popular he has become since then is any indication of course. Every single instance of Pyramid Head's appearance in-game has him pushing James forward towards recognizing the error of his ways and remembering what he did in the first place. Mostly emotionally, but he does physically push him once in order to make progress too. The only exception is perhaps his first appearance, where he simply stands there behind a set of bars and stares at James, simply an omen of things to come. Rather nice of him to give a warning, as vague as simply standing there menacingly can be. Other than that, PH is doing his job very actively and without pulling any punches. Only what is needed of him, up until James learns his lesson.
But, what is Pyramid Head and why does he exist? Put short, PH is a manifestation of James Sunderland's guilt and his need to be punished after what he did.
Regardless of what James says throughout most of the duration in-game, his wife Mary did not die three years ago. That's when she got sick, and she's basically been dead to him ever since. She had to be sent to the hospital and throughout the duration of it all, she somewhat made James' life far more difficult, from his own point of view at least. While her wife was fighting the illness, James was fighting his inner lust. Since he couldn't be with his wife that way anymore, and due to her behavior shift during her illness, lashing out at him, James found himself lusting for other women around him. He never acted upon it, but every vaguely attractive woman that caught his sights, whether nurse or patient, was sooner or later a part of his fantasies. And it all became too much for him.
It culminated in James no longer wanting Mary to be in his way, so he wouldn't have to worry about her anymore in every sense of the word. Thus, in an act of desperation, he suffocates her with a pillow. In order to hide the body, he brings her to his car, his mind immediately locking the memory away of what he just did in order to try and continue his life. He then heads directly to Silent Hill, as he finds it calling for him.
And Pyramid Head is there, ready to remind James of all of it and to make sure he isn't able to forget and move on.
As stated prior, everything that Pyramid Head does after his first appearance is actively to fulfil his role, to punish James Sunderland for his sins. PH doesn't hang out nor do whatever he wants, he's actively terrorizing James every time he appears, even when it seems he might not know James is even there. He knows, and he's acting accordingly. He kills Maria at least twice and chases James around in order to establish that he should be taken seriously. From what I established earlier, this is both a direct display and punishment for exactly what James did. Yet, he shows off that he's actively helping too, since he's actively trying to remove and destroy those lust-based creatures when we see him first doing anything. James just hides from the fact that he ever had those ideas in the first place.
And, after all of this is done, Pyramid Head offs himself. His job is done, there's nothing else left for him to do, it's completed its purpose. PH is directly tied to James, his existence directly revolves around him and he works diligently to show off as much as well. That's all he was created for and all he ever acted accordingly to.
So… Why is that not how he's depicted anymore? Why is he now a general judge and punisher? When did Valtiel become an important to him? Why is he depicted so lustfully?
Well, the truth is, that's really not the same Pyramid Head anymore.
Konami couldn't let PH go, mainly due to how iconic his appearance is. If you told someone with little to no artistic skill to draw Pyramid Head, chances are that you'll still be able to flawlessly tell who they drew. A stick figure with a triangle instead of a head and a big sword/knife by his side. Undoubtedly still the same iconic character. And the game, Silent Hill 2, is regarded as one of the best horror games ever by a lot of people. It's hard to not find an avid horror video game fan who hasn't at the very least heard about it; about its atmosphere, how well it depicts what it tackles and how many layers of symbolism there is to pick apart.
So, it's been somewhat inevitable that Pyramid Head became as prevalent in media as he did. If Konami sees dollar signs in their future, they're not ignoring the prediction. They just had to include the Executioner in more media in order to ensure he isn't forgotten and that he'd remain iconic. And that's how he's become what he is now. A deliverer of punishment, working for powers beyond comprehension. Whether it's Valtiel (the subject of worship for the cult in Silent Hill) or the Entity (Dead By Daylight's main antagonist), he's just been delegated to be a brutish goon more than anything.
That's what's happening to PH in real life, but how would he canonically react to this? How would he, as a character, react to being brought back to life and used as a lackey more or less, punishing whoever is deemed worthy of it? Would he even care?
Well, I have reason to believe that he'd be frustrated. Disappointed and miserable even. And that belief stems partly from Ito's tweets, but mostly from the being most like Pyramid Head of all that James meets during the nightmare he lived through in Silent Hill. Maria.
Maria is the idealized representation of James' wife, Mary. She looks far more outgoing and appealing compared to Mary, flirts with him, works at a strip club and, though she is also briefly shown to be ill, she can just take a few pills and she's fine again. Yet, she's shown to be more than this. She gets upset when James glosses over how she "almost" died, she cares about what happens to Laura and, well, she is still ill. Yes, it's true that this is simply her being a representation of Mary, as those are all traits they'd share.
But there's even more. There's Born From a Wish, a side story in the Director's Cut of Silent Hill 2, where you play as Maria. In it, we see what she did before she met James face to face for the first time. She wants to live, she's scared of the monsters and she wants to be her own person. She doesn't want to believe in fate, especially that it's tied to James, a man she's never met, yet she can just vaguely recall him. She even makes a choice whether to be in control of her fate or not, ultimately deciding to submit.
While Maria is a direct reflection of Mary, just somewhat more idolized, Pyramid Head is more of a reflection in spirit of James.
While it's correct that PH shows off what James did, it was directly to display how awful that behavior was, knowing that James is right there to bear witness. He was directly playing a part, acting even. Even his outfit reflected his part in a way that James would recognize; that of an executioner. Back in the day, Silent Hill was full of them (due to the cult dedicated to making sacrifices to Valtiel), everyone knew an executioner or was directly related to one. Thus, they were depicted in the Silent Hill Historical Society, a place that James and Mary visited. James knows that the thing freaking him out and threatening his life is an executioner, a punisher. Eventually, he realizes it's his punisher.
But then why did I bring up Maria?
Pyramid Head isn't like all the other monsters. While he causes the radio to act out, he acts far more intelligently and well-thought-out. As I emphasized before, he only appears for around ten minutes in-game. Thus, he is extremely proficient and active at his purpose. None of the other monsters that James faces behave this way; hunting him all the way through Silent Hill, only showing up when the timing is perfect. Pyramid Head knows exactly what he's doing, thus it's not too outlandish to assume that he's sapient (and also insanely dedicated to his job). Thus, him being capable of emotions may not be as far-fetched as first assumed.
Now, with all of that in mind, imagine you're Pyramid Head; created for the one purpose, insanely dedicated to it and with no reason to exist outside of it. And then… You're brought back and are being told to punish some random people that you know nothing about. All that planning and effort that was put into punishing James, that sheer artisan level of skill shown off… Replaced by mere lowly grunt work.
All that have employed Pyramid Head since he got done with James, all of them have misunderstood his point. He isn't merely a punisher and a judge, he's an actor and a skilled planner, his role was all that he ever needed or possibly even wanted to be. He lived and died for it.
And now, he's back. And he isn't allowed to be that skilled professional actor anymore, to show off his full potential. He finished acting school and now, after performing the role of his dreams, he's a clown at birthday parties.
It's rather understandable why I assume he might be frustrated now, isn't it? It's strange to think that even a powerful and assumedly somewhat intelligent being like the Entity or even a godlike being such as Valtiel wouldn't know how to properly utilize him. He gets the job done, sure, but surely there are creatures far more up for the task of endlessly hunting people in someone else's name, right?
The main way I can reason, in-universe, why either would choose him is because they find him neat. The Entity has a clear affinity for well-known slashers and monsters, and PH is definitely iconic. Valtiel however saw what a good job Pyramid Head did and decided "you know what, I'm not done with you yet, you stay". Shallow reasons sure, but still better than the Doylist one.
So, Pyramid Head has gone from the tormentor to the tormented, assuming such from the evidence I have at least. Though there's still a possibility that I overestimated or even jumped the gun on the idea that the Red Pyramid Thing knows or even cares that it's being puppeted, I think it's still a fascinating possibility. Big brutish man that's actually intelligent, but who gets misinterpreted by everyone, to the point that it's landed him a job he never wanted.
Perhaps it's why the bottom of his helm has been covered by flesh over time; so many people disregarded the head that now he's given into the pyramid. That he'll never be regarded as anything other than a mindless monster.
#Silent Hill#Silent Hill 2#Pyramid Head#Character Study#Essay#James Sunderland#mary sunderland#maria silent hill#tw rap3#tw sa mention#tw blood#tw death#Also possible arospec headcanon for Pyramid Head?#He didn't act upon his lust#It was all merely for show#btw I guessed the time and appearances off the top of my head at first#AND I WAS CORRECT#Actually obsessed with this guy I stg#also I will probably never post anything like this again (unless it's a reblog of this specific post)#Sorry no Silent Hill content here
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BLEED INTO ME!
in which… ony is your vampire boyfriend, and he tends to overfeed, even when you tell him not to. guess you have to teach him a lesson, yeah?
word count: 3.4k (WOAH?)
content. smut + plot, sub!vamp!ony, light angst, nicknames (baby, princess, ma, pa, pretty), dacryphillia, heavy discussion of wounds and injury, established relationship, n-word usage, hematolagnia & blood consumption, black!domfem!reader, overstimulation, handcuffs, light feminization, handjobs, male squirting, dry humping.
syno speaks. i really apologize for the delay on this, but i hope y’all love it! thank you for all the support :) btw, i know some people are squeamish about blood, so if that bothers you in any way you may need to avoid reading this. kk that’s all, love y’all 💋
ony annoys the fuck outta you.
he always has, ever since he came shimmying through your houses’ chimney while you’d fallen asleep on the couch watching your favorite movie. the action hadn’t even registered in your bleary mind until he was poking his sharpened talon against your cheek, silently praying that you’d wake up so he could explain his current situation.
the poachers were running a muck on the town, and they were out to kill any and every vampire they could find.
ony, specifically, had been a prime target, due to him being the only full-breed left in the country. he had been on the run for months now, and whether it was finding caves to sleep in or crashing at his boys’ houses when he could, he’d been keeping his distance between him and the enemy, until now.
he’s suddenly awoken in his cave to the sound of heavy footsteps clammering against floors of the gravel, and he recognized the sound like his own voice. he wasn’t quick enough to move out of their line of sight before he was shot in his stomach and chased through town, only getting away once he saw your house with an easy entrance.
“hey, wake the hell up.” ony complained, his jabs slowly getting softer as he took in the state of your sprawled out body.
your appearance should be the least of his worries right now, but you were so captivating. even with the droop of your plump lips, and the way your blanket was completely kicked off you, revealing only a crop top and shorts. your curves were on full display, and he felt his fingers itch with the need to touch, to mark.
as your eyes blinked open, ony hovered over your frame, drool pooling in his mouth as he patiently waited for your full awakening.
“oh, look who decided to join us.”
silence stretched over the room for an unbearable amount of time as your brain caught up to what exactly you were looking at, and you were scrambling to your feet and behind the couch. you were swift on your feet, and suddenly ony had a knife barreling toward his head that he barely dodged. the knife cemented itself into the wall, a reverberated sound bouncing against both of your ears.
“get the hell out of my house!” you gritted out, trying to keep your voice even. ony’s eyes are wide as he flicks his attention between you and the literal machete in the wall, what just happened?
“can you, uh, let me explain first?” ony presses on as he tried to ignore the way your voice was calling to him like a siren song. something about you was making his knees physically weak, but he would figure that out later when you weren’t ready to chuck another knife at him.
“explain what—you’re a random nigga in my house! how did you even get in here?!”
“the chimney, look can you just calm down—shit.” ony doubled over, as more blood started to leak from his wound. he hadn’t been fed in over a month, and was now losing his own blood. his regeneration isn’t as effective when he’s hungry, but he couldn’t risk going to some hospital to get help either.
you let a gasp slip out as you saw his hand clutches against his stomach, and you warily made your way over to his crumpling form.
“fuck, is that a bullet wound? i’ll um—let me go get some gauze, don’t move.” you rushed into a room outside of ony’s field of vision, and just as suddenly as you left, you were helping him to the couch. ony flopped down, quiet curses falling out of his mouth. you felt your cheeks heat as you removed what was left of his shirt and inspected his wound. it wasn’t too deep, and you were able to pull the bullet out with your tweezers without much effort.
the rest of the process was seamless, and ony was left relatively feeling impressed as he eyed the stained gauze wrapping his stomach. you even handed him a glass of water, and kneeled by him on the floor. you were so caring, and his stomach was in knots at your close proximity.
you kept making eyes at him like you wanted to ask something, until you finally did.
“what the hell happened to you?” your voice was much softer this time around, and ony was definitely a bigger fan of this tone. ony hooked his pointer finger into the corner of his mouth to reveal one of his pearly white fangs, his tongue lolling out involuntarily.
“poachers.”
he really did owe you a better explanation, but his head was much too fuzzy from hunger and blood loss to fully spit out that whole monologue. plus, your cheeks were now stained burgundy with shyness and another emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and you looked way too cute like that.
only now did you finally take a good look at the man before you, and you were embarrassed to realize that this was the man that had been labeled all over the news as “the last living full-breed.”
and he was bloody, shirtless, and sexy right here on your living room couch.
“y-you’re…”
“the last living full-breed vampire? yeah, something like that.” ony rolled his eyes, his hand waving in a nonchalant manner as if he wasn’t the most wanted… thing walking right now. you’d built up an impressive saved folder of videos, blog articles, and news headlines about him and his whereabouts, and you’d always felt so bad for him.
a bout of shame washed over you at your previous actions. you’d attacked him and screamed at him without even realizing that this was the same man you’d been pitying for months now, and now that he’s here, you have a strange urge to protect him.
“i, uh…i’m sorry for all the knife-throwing and stuff,” you mumble into the arm of the couch. “i didn’t realize it was you.” ony huffs, clearly amused with your response.“i did break into your house to be fair. i wouldn’t sweat it.” he shifts in his seat on the couch, still unable to fully sit up without the pain spreading. fuck; he really needs to eat soon.
comfortable silence sits in the room with the two of you, the same thing on both of your minds.
“so, what’re you gonna do now?”
“no clue. i can’t go back to my cave, and most of my homeboys live in the old city i was staying in, so i can’t go to any of them. probably just gonna skip town. again.” ony mentions sadly. he was tired of always having to run from people, and it was getting lonely without any of his friends or family around anymore. it was a constant battle, and he was tired of fighting for it.
you him to affirm him, but can’t shake the ridiculous idea you have brewing on the back of your tongue. it should be out of the question, but you wanted to protect him, and he needed somewhere to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?
ony sighed, and as he went to stand up, you grabbed his wrist firmly.
“why don’t…why don’t you just stay here?”
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“onyankopon, i’m not boutta play wit you all night.”
“please baby, im so hungry.” ony presses his cheek against the innard of your thigh while you diligently finish on the outline of your english literature essay and pouts.
fuck you and your dedication to a masters degree, hmph.
he’d been teasing you for hours now so you could feed him, but you wouldn’t take the bait. you just roll your eyes in response as he grips onto the fat of your thigh, licking and sucking at the bite mark from 2 days ago that hadn't faded all the way yet.
this only spurred ony further, his instincts just telling him to ruin your thighs for any one else, to just drain you of everything you had.
so he did.
“o-ony! what did i just say?!” your thigh trembles against his lips as he digs his fangs in, his eyes low and cloudy from your taste. this, this right here, was his personal heaven—desperate whines slipping from your lips, your fingers gripping his hair, your sweet stream hitting his tongue as he sloppily drinks you alive.
ony groaned deep in his chest as his pants began to feel far too tight all of the sudden. this happens often, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. it isn’t uncommon for him to come completely undone just by feeling your sweetness flow down his throat and pool into his stomach. your blood was his weakness; it made him stronger, faster, and healthier than he’d ever felt or been, and you protected him.
you the first—and the only—to not cast him out, and for that reason, he fell deep for you. deeper than he ever thought possible.
and even now, ony craved more of you.
you shakily pressed three taps to the side of his biceps, your sign that you needed him to stop. he whined loudly, but pulled away nonetheless. he knows that restraint is very important when it comes to this, but he’s still so hungry. you feel your cheeks heat up as you brush a thumb of his now trembling lips, and take in just how wrecked he looks.
his eyes are watering tinted and watery, and his hair was ruffled from the way you’d pulled on it. ony was a complete mess of himself, and you felt your pride swell at how easily your blood can do that to him.
“mmm, fuck ma, tastes so fucking good—‘m so hard fr’m it…”
you smile down at him, loving how quickly he fell under your spell. ony’s your obsession, but he had disobeyed you, and you couldn’t let that slide. as much as you wanted to just give into him and let him take what he needs from you, you had to remind him who was boss.
“uh huh.” you shrugged, simply going back to your paper. you wanted to make him even more needy than he already was.
“‘fuck you mean, uh huh? make me nut already.” ony licks over the freshly punctured bite as a little blood rushes out. he expects you to do something, anything in response, but you just huff and continue to work on your paper. you’re basically done with it already, but you choose to add little details just so he gets irritated, and boy is it working. ony was absolutely itching to just break that stupid laptop so you'd pay attention to him, but it was all in vain.
no matter the amount of kissing, licking or teasing he did, your resolve didn't crack one bit under the pressure of his touch, and that in itself made ony's blood run cold. he just wanted you to look at him, and his cock was throbbing even without your attention.
“don’t act like you ain’t just drink a whole pint outta me even when i said wait. you not gettin’ shit else.” you wave him off with a simple signal of your hand, and his stomach drops. not only were you ignoring him, you were shooing him.
ony raises to his feet and nuzzles his face into your neck, positively whiny now. he undid the button of his pants and you gasped as his cock sprung free. of course the freaky nigga wasn’t wearing any drawls, he strange like that.
“ony, put some damn drawls on.”
“baby please, ‘s literally throbbing. ‘can’t take it.”
you found yourself holding back a smile as he peppers kisses along your face and neck, and you’re trying not to giggle. your restraint is slowly slipping, and you figured that you could indulge him just a little. you meet him halfway, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. it was just how you liked it. ony had a way with kissing—his fangs usually came as a bit of a roadblock, but you two found ways around it. you tug the back of his head toward you, and he’s stumbling down to your height.
you smile, and ony feels himself melting once more. you could tell that he was getting needier, the glint in his eyes giving away how ready he was to be ruined by you.
“you need it bad, pa?”
“fuck, so bad.” he gasped into your mouth, his fang nipping your lip and watching a bit of blood bead at the tip of it. he eagerly licked it up, and you could feel your own arousal building. your gray panties did nothing to hide the wet spot growing in your core, but you had bigger things to worry about.
you wrapped a manicured hand around ony’s wrist, pulling him to the bedroom. he chuckled deep in his chest as he trailed behind you like your personal mutt, and you couldn’t help but smile. you loved when he got like this.
as soon as you entered the room, ony blinked and he was suddenly cuffed to your king sized bed, the silk of the sheets rubbing up against his skin. he already felt overwhelmed, and was pouty about not being able to touch you, but he had to remember that this was his punishment, and he wanted to be good for you. he was completely naked and the cold air of the room barely registered to him as your clothed pussy rutted against his bare cock.
it was like torture, but he knows that’s the point.
“c-cmon ma, you can go harder,” ony sighed, gesturing his head toward your matching bra and panties. you ground your pussy down against him harder, wanton moans falling from your glossed lips. ony cursed under his breath as he watched you stimulate yourself on his cock. your nails dug into his waist as you moved, arousal clear on your face. “is fat ma wet for me yet?”
it was a ridiculous question, really. he already knew the answer, and you did too. squelching noises filled the room as your sticky underwear made friction against his cock, and that was answer enough, but ony wanted to hear you admit it. you weren’t that vocal in bed (at least not with words), but it was always ony’s goal to make you.
“mmhm, she’s so wet f’you pa.”
“oh fuck.” ony feels his hips jerk up involuntarily as you talk dirty to him, he loves that nasty shit. he can’t figure out if it’s because you’re kinda mad at him or something else, but you were so responsive today and he needed to be inside you now. just the simple act of watching you climb the ladder to your climax was enough to have him panting and moaning along with you.
your head drops backward as you get closer to that sweet release, and ony is falling in love all over again. you look perfect like this, drooling over his cock rubbing between your folds without even properly touching you. your hand rubs under his chin as you force him to look at you, and he hopes he isn’t blushing.
“ony—fuck! ‘m cummin!” the coil in your stomach snaps, and ony watches in awe as your panties get completely ruined. his lap is sticky from the mix of his own pre and your juices, and he whines as his fangs start to protrude from arousal. you smile and let your thumb trail over his teeth and tongue, and he’s struggling against the cuffs.
there’s so many thing ony wants to do to you right now—but he wants to touch you more than anything. run his fingers up the indent of your wide hips, choke you, rub your oversensitive pussy, fuck, and he really wants to bite you. he wasn’t even that hungry, but there was an ache under his skin to mark you and make you bleed, and watch it all drip out.
just the thought was enough to have a spurts of cum shooting onto his stomach, and you let out a little coo at his twitching stomach as you take the opportunity to begin stimulating him, not even caring if he was too sensitive. you ran your fingers over the head of his cock, pay extra attention to the tip just the way that makes him fall apart.
“w-wait!”
“for what? you were just begging me to make you nut earlier, weren’t you?” you smirk as he bucks against your hand. when ony gets sensitive, his voice will pitch up and it’s the sexiest thing in the world to you. he’s always the neediest after he feeds, and it’s so cute. your eyes landed on the lube sitting on your nightstand, and you took the opportunity to squirt a few drops onto your hand. it was almost too slippery for you to keep your pace, but the added moisture made it easier to stimulate the most sensitive parts of him.
“shit, it’s so wet.”
“yeah? wetter than me?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.
“uh uh, ‘s nothing wetter than you mama—oh shit,” ony’s mouth dropped open as your finger passed over his slit once more, and he was spilling into your hand with a groan. there was more of it this time, and his hands tugged at the handcuffs as you continued to work him through his second orgasm. you were almost afraid that he was going to break them with his pure strength, but you just let him struggle.
you’d seen him break many things in your shared house. door handles, alarm clocks, your counter, (don’t ask about that one) so you wouldn’t be shocked if he tried to break his restraints, but you knew he loved them too much. “baby—can’t take anymore, fucking hurts!” ony trembles, his legs bucking under you as you stroke his harder. both of your hands were working on his cock now, and his lip was bleeding from gnawing on it too much. a few stray tears even started to trail down his face.
“cmon princess, you can give me one more,” you kiss along ony’s neck and chest, and smile as you feel his breath stutter under your touch.
“ma, w-wait! ‘m serious, it feels weird—shitshitshit—”
before you could ask what he meant, ony’s orgasm was slamming into him and a clear stream of liquid was shooting out of his cock in uneven spurts. each shot was shorter than the first, but you were taken aback nonetheless. he’d never done anything like that before, at least not that you’ve ever seen, but you could feel arousal pooling in your belly again as he writhed under you. you finally released his cock as it softened against his stomach, and room was developed in silence apart from the heaving breathing of both of you.
you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and began undoing his cuffs, his look of embarrassment not going unnoticed. he rubbed his wrists together, inevitably proud of the marks you’d left on him. “onya.” you pressed your chest to his, but he wouldn’t look at you. you figured he was embarrassed about what had just happened, even if you didn’t know exactly what that was.
“hmm?”
“you gonna look at me or just do that blushing school girl shit all night?” that made him smack his lips and finally let his eyes meet yours. you held his jaw with your hand, stroking right where he was starting to grow some hair finally. it was a shame, ony really had no idea how pretty he was, even with his eyes streaked with tears, swollen lips, and marks left all along his neck and chest. his hands finally grasped your waist, eventually sliding down to paw at your doughy ass.
“you’re ruining my street cred, fat butt. out here makin me squirt and shit.”
“what street cred, nigga? you from the woods!” you laughed against his chest, and he felt his heart swell. he lifted your chin up to look at him, and your little smile made him remember that everything would be okay as long as he had you. you’d saved him, taken him away from a dangerous life, and he couldn’t find any way good enough to properly thank you.
your eyes twinkled and you closed the distance between the two of you. the kiss was slow and ardent, and you wanted to stay like this forever.
“you did so good, ony. ‘so proud of you, baby.”
“if you were really proud, you’d feed me some more—”
“mmkay, don’t push ya luck.”
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If it's not too much I have a request, reader loves to give things they craft to the others in the hotel. They spent hours learning how to crochet from Rosie so they could give Alastor a plushie that matched his theme. A few day after giving Alastor the plushie they find it in the trash, after that they stopped giving Alastor stuff and stopped interacting with him in general. Btw love your writing, your doing a really good job.
ummmmm yes, i totally can do this! the angst, and the dedication of the reader just to have alastor possibly throw it away. maybe some miscommunication tropes??? amazing. and thank you so much!!!
crafting was something that you always enjoyed doing and it was a way that you liked to help out the hotel. so whenever something needed to be created, you were the go to person.
this evolved into any gifts that you gave your friends were crafts you made especially for them. they were trinkets or things they could use or even just little knick knacks that reminded you of them. that is why when it had slipped that alastor’s birthday was a week away, you knew you had to create something perfect. spending a day really thinking about it, you decided that a crochet plush of alastor’s prized radio would be perfect.
you set off to rosie’s wanting to see if that was a good idea and knowing the overlord knew how to crochet like no other. after rosie completely fawned over the idea, you set off learning the pattern and redoing it many times, not wanting your gift to look like it was the first one you had done. so you perfected and when his birthday came, while he was broadcasting, you snuck into his room and placed the plush next to the chair near the entrance of the forest and quickly left. making sure to leave a card with it too.
a few days passed and you didn’t hear anything from alastor about the plush, which you didn’t think was too odd, but you began to worry that you overstepped a boundary when you delivered it to his room. you were fretting, pacing your room at night when you finally decided you’d just go talk to him.
you walked to his door and saw it open. peaking in you saw alastor leaning back in his chair listening to what sounded like some 60’s music, which surprised you. what caught your eye though was the plush that was in the trash. sitting right on top was the radio plush. you gasped and ran off, not wanting to even confront alastor.
the days were long as you proceeded to avoid alastor like the plague. where he was, you made sure you weren’t. and this worked well, until one night you were feeling very upset about what happened. so, over a drink you told angel and husk.
“he did what?” angel asked, shocked.
“it was in the trash.” you shrugged. “guess it wasn’t that good.”
“no. i’m sure it was amazing! i love the plush you did of fat nuggets and the one for my keys too.” angel assured you.
“i’m not trying to play devils advocate here, but i’m the one who takes out the trash, and i haven’t seen anything like that come from alastor’s room.” husk added.
“yeah! maybe he didn’t throw it away!” angel looked enthused.
“who threw what away?” alastor’s voice appeared as he materialized behind you. you groaned and hid your face.
“smiles, they gave you a plush of a radio for your birthday. you threw it away!” angel said, staring alastor down.
“i did no such thing!” alastor looked appalled. “where did you get that idea?”
“they saw it in the trash.” angel said pointing to you. alastor looked at you and tapped your shoulder, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting his. he raised his eye brow as if asking if this was true and you nodded.
“you hadn’t said anything to me about it so i thought you were angry i left it in your room. so, i went to check and you had your door open and i saw it in the trash.” you explain, voice devoid of emotion. alastor’s eyes widen in understanding.
“come with me.” he says holding out his arm. you look at angel and husk who shrug, so you hop off your seat and grab on to alastor’s arm. “now hold on.”
he shadow traveled you to his room where you appeared in front of his desk. you shook of the initial dizziness and then looked at his desk, seeing the plush. your eyes wide as you turn to him.
“you didn’t throw it away?” you ask.
“no, it was admittedly the first birthday gift i had received in a long time.” he said. you squealed letting excitement take you over as you hugged him.
“oh my gosh! thank you! thank you! thank you!” you cried as he awkwardly pet your head and your eyes widened as you dropped him and stepped back.
“sorry. i got a little too excited.” he hummed and looked at you.
“where did you learn to crochet like that?” he asks and you excitedly start talking about how you learned from rosie, he slid around you and sat down, listening to your story and process with a fond smile on his face.
#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor x reader#alastor altruist#alastor/reader#hazbin hotel alastor x reader#alastor fanfiction#alastor hazbin#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor
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my princess (choose your own adventure!)
a choose your own adventure story where you, a princess, spend the day getting to know your soon-to-be husband, prince kyle.
prince!kyle x fem princess!yn (arranged marriage + royal au) cw: near breakdown bc of sensory overstim for one of the routes wc: 1157 for this chapter, 9201 for all parts
an: omg its done!! :'] please wait from me to attach the links if you're early btw HAHA while there is no bad ending, there is one ending i consider to be the canon one because i may or may not make a part 2 ;0 ps: i made the parts in very different states of mind LOL + take a shot everytime it says word hum, muse, and silence
For most princesses, their fate was often sealed by the decision of their parents. You were no different.
Last week, your parents told you that you would be wed to Kyle Broflovski of Larnion. First and foremost, it was to form an allegiance with his family, seeing how your kingdom’s, Halcyon, military was quite advanced and strong while Larnion was very wealthy. Second, he and your parents have known each other for a long time, so it was a no-brainer to set your children up, I guess.
You’ve never met Kyle, to be frank, but you’ve definitely heard of him. He was stereotypically perfect—physically active, studious, and ambitious. People praised him for the person he was. You weren’t stoked to meet him, but you weren’t upset either. You knew of your fate ever since you were a child, and what you got didn’t seem so bad.
What did he think of you, though? Most, unsure if he was one of them, viewed you as an educated, well-spoken, and graceful young lady. You weren’t well-spoken, though, you just knew when to shut your mouth. You didn’t like the very feminine appearance you had in public, yet some thought you were a bit too smart for your own good. They did get to you sometimes, but you believe that it’s best to just brush it off. However, the main thing you were worried about is if you were going to be wed to a person like those people.
The carriage turned by the circular driveway of the palace, where you would stay for the next week. If there was only one word you could use to describe the place, it would most definitely be posh. It looked like it supported only lavish lifestyles. You wouldn’t call it aristocratic, but it was shocking just how sophisticated and elegant the place was decorated.
Your parents, with your following behind them, proceeded to head to the throne hall, where you spotted Prince Gerald and Queen Sheila—two familiar faces you saw from time to time growing up. Beside them sat, what you could only assume, is Kyle.
For the most part, he looked what you expected his to look like, just a lot more lanky. You heard he took quite a few sports growing up, including football and horseracing, so your best judgment was that he was super buff—which didn’t exactly stoke you. You were happy to see that he didn’t look like a bodybuilder with a small head popping out at the top. It was the opposite, he did seem fit, but his body seemed faintly toned. Sleeper build, you guessed.
Greetings and compliments were exchanged between your parents. You stood there, smiling and waving to Mrs. and Mr. Broflovski. Kyle had gotten up to say hello to your parents as well. As the four of them chatted by the side, Kyle made his way to you, a polite and welcoming smile on his face.
“You must be YN?” was the first thing he said.
“And you must be Kyle.” Your head was raised high, nodding at him.
“I am” he hummed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady,” He got on one knee as he took your hand to gently lay a kiss upon it.
You caught your cheeks heating up, taken aback by the action. You expected this, but that didn’t mean you were prepared to actually deal with it. “Please, the pleasure is all mine.” You curtsied as he stood back up.
“There’s our soon-to-be,” a voice chimed from the side. You two turned to look see who it was—it was Kyle’s mother.
You exchanged a look with Kyle, both of your eyes sending a ‘What do we do?’ to what she said. Luckily for Kyle, you spoke first.
“Oh, Mrs. Broflovski,” you swoooned as you feigned innocence and embarrassment with a chuckle.
“Please.” she grinned at you. “Call Gerald and me, Mom and Dad.”
“A-Already?” Your surprise was genuine, but your tone continued to remain soft and calm.
“We insist, dear.” She walked towards you, stroking your hair.
Your father joined Sheila. “You may call us Mom and Dad as well, Kyle,” he said as he pat his back.
Kyle seemed to laugh it off, but with a quick glance at him, you could tell he felt a little awkward about the whole thing. The tense in his shoulder and the way he look everywhere but at the people in the room said it all. “Haha, thank you very much…”
“So, you two are aware why we’ve brought you two here today, yes?” Gerald spoke. Although you knew Sheila, or now Mom, to be the sterner one between the two, Gerald had a more serious tone than the rest right now.
You and Kyle simply nodded to his question. You were going to spend time together and get to know each other better in preparation for the wedding. It’s a good thing they didn’t rush you into marriage right away, but it’s not like you had a choice if you didn’t like Kyle anyway.
“There’s going to be a masquerade ball tonight,” your mom explained. “You don’t have to come, but we highly suggest you do.”
A few more words were exchanged between you two and the adults, and, soon enough, you found them leaving you and Kyle left to your own devices.
“See you later, little baby girl!” Your father waved ecstatically as he strolled off. You shook your head, feeling humiliated. Kyle spotted your embarrassment and laughed at it. Maybe a little too loudly for your liking, but any volume of laughter from that was plenty too much for you.
Before Sheila left, she quickly made her way to Kyle. “Take care of YN. Okay, booby?” You tried to hold in laughter. Kyle stared back at you, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, Mom.” He sighed.
“Alright. I’ll be heading out now. See you two cuties soon.” Kyle’s mom smiled, walking in the direction where the rest of your parents were.
“So, booby,” You teased.
The red on his face when he got flustered or angered was cute, you thought. “What is it, little baby girl?” He spat back, not realizing how weird sounded when he said it.
“Don’t say that. It sounds weird.” You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the arm. He paused, looking at you to process what you meant by that. Once the realization sunk in his face more red than you could ever possibly imagine.
To ease the tension between you two, changed the topic. “Today’s free rein, though,” you continued. “You have any ideas where we could go?” You gave him a smile, hoping to ease his embarrassment even a little bit.
“Well, there’s the masquerade ball,” he hummed, looking everywhere but at you. “I suppose we can also go to the garden or a nearby village here as well…”
Which do you pick?
The Garden.
The Village.
The Masquerade Ball.
#south park fanfiction#south park x reader#cocogrrrl's writing#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x y/n#kyle broflovski x you#kyle x reader#my princess by cocogrrrl (all routes)
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i would love some more james x reader!
love u btw :))
Stuck with me. James Sunderland x reader.
I hiss in pain as James gently cleaned out my injured shoulder with a warm washcloth. We were both out looking for supplies earlier today when we were both ambushed by a monster. We didn't see where it was coming from. But I pushed James out of the way before he was injured. The thing cut my shoulder pretty badly and James was able to shoot at killing it. I tried to hide how bad the cut was. I told him that we can keep going but he said no. He look horrified at what I'd done and he brought me back to the apartment we were both using as a bunker at the moment.
I was sitting on the couch with my tank top on as he was cleaning out my injury. He looked worried. Really worried. When we first met I asked him some questions about himself and he did the same for me. I found out that he was military- well. Former military but, he probably lost some friends that way. And what I did definitely didn't help. I hissed when he started cleaning it out more he gave me an apologetic look before he kept going.
"Please… Don't do that again. This cuts bad enough as it is."
"I had my gun, I would have been ok-"
"You didn't even have your weapon ready."
I guess he was keeping me closer eye on me than I thought. He noticed that I hadn't had time to reload my gun.
"We both didn't see where that thing came from. It just came out of the blue from the back of the shop! Who knows what would happen if I didn't push out of the way?"
He paused for a moment.
"If you were a little bit closer to it… It would have killed you I….. I don't want to risk seeing you hurt like that…"
I looked away from him, he sounded so hurt… Worried. Everything happened so fast. One moment we were both looking for supplies, the next moment I was pushing him out of the way and I was attacked. I saw the horrified look on his face before he raised his gun and shot the monster dead. The moment is still replaying in his mind. The rain kept hitting the window on the apartment. Filling in the silence slightly. I looked over at it watching The raindrops. Not like you can see much outside past the fog.
"You could have died. If you were just a bit further into that attack… It would have hit your head instead of your shoulder. You could have been-… you could have-"
He didn't need to finish that sentence, I looked back at him with the sad frown on my face.
"If I didn't do anything, you were the one who was going to be attacked. I wasn't just going to stand there and not do anything, James. I don't want to see you hurt either."
He sighed. Clearly thinking about something in his mind but not saying it. He turned to get a needle and thread ready to stitch up the injury before he paused. He lowered the needle slightly and look back at me.
"If…. We see that Pyramid Head thing… You need to promise me you'll run."
"Yeah, I'll run away with you and make sure we both get the safety."
He gave me a sight stern look.
"That's… Not what I mean. That things after me, not you."
"Yeah, and I'm not just going leave you alone to fight it. I'm going to help."
He started to close the wound as he talked.
"It could kill you. I don't want to see-"
"-It could very well kill you too. We both don't want to see each other hurt."
He paused says he took a deep breath before continuing to sew the wound shut. I watched him the whole time.
"You're stuck with me, James. Like it or not I'm not going to leave you like That. I promise to help you and that's exactly what I'm going to do. We're both going to make it out of this town alive."
For once a rarest small smile appear on his face it was a nice sight as he let out a soft chuckle. I smiled back as he finished putting fresh bandages over the injury before standing up and offering his hand to help me off the couch. I took it as a silly stood up. He was monitoring the Band-Aid to make sure no bleeding started. I didn't let go of his hand right away. I gave it a gentle squeeze.
"It's been a long day for both of us… We should get some sleep before going back out tomorrow."
He gave me a tired smile and not his head. Still holding his hand I let him back to the bedroom so he could close the door behind us. I slowly climbed into bed and he made sure that I wasn't laying on my bad shoulder before he laid down as well. We were both facing each other as my eyes started to close. He had a slight fluster look on his face but he closed his eyes as well. Neither of us said anything as we listen to the rain falling. I was focusing on both the rain and his gentle breathing before my mind took over and I fell asleep. He stayed awake a little bit longer making sure that I was okay before he also close his eyes and let's see take over him.
#james sunderland silent hill 2#silent hill james sunderland#james sunderland x reader#james sunderland#slient hill 2 remake#x reader
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ten first lines!!!
the DELIGHTFUL @theartofdreaming1 tagged me in this, and it looked like a blast, so i thought i'd give it a go! ;)c you should check out her version here too, btw!!!
rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.
1. the tale(s) of the champion - It would’ve been a gross understatement to suggest Hawke’s appearance in Skyhold had created a stir.
2. on the necessity of rewrites - In the story he'd tell later, the Seeker pacing before him wearing a scowl heavier than all that Chantry-issued armor of hers, there'd be applause.
3. of mummy men & bathtub soup - The week hadn’t been going, uh, well, great.
4. the ashley brown christmas special - By the time the knocking started, Ashley had totally gotten over the whole ‘alone for Christmas’ thing.
5. (ugly) sweater weather - The music playing full blast over the bedroom speakers claimed this was the most wonderful time of the year, but Emily wasn’t buying it.
6. cranberry season - As far as Friendsgiving feasts went, Emma thought she’d done pretty well!
7. like wringing blood from a stone - Six years she’d been having the dream.
8. the (parent)s - For the better part of a minute, they just looked at it.
9. in the woods somewhere - As Jessica lay staring up at the teeny, tiny pinprick of daylight above her, there was a singular thought she couldn’t shake from her head: It wasn’t supposed to be so bright underground.
10. not the kind of roulette you want to go betting on - “Hello again."
so. do i see a pattern here????????? not so much. i guess if you squint and tilt your head to the side, you could say that i try and really establish something in the first sentence, clearly i'm...i'm going for something, but i'll let you guys in on a little secret if you huddle in close...my biggest pattern when it comes to first lines is, ummmmm, overthinking them. 🤣 i am 100% someone who gets totally caught up in OH GEEZ THIS IS THE FIRST THING SOMEONE'S GOING TO SEE mindset, so it's a little hard for me to see past that. hbu??? you guys seeing a pattern in there??? lemme know ;)c
as for tagging...off the top of my head, i'd love to see what @unicornaffair @jadedsunshine @icequeen-07 @love-fireflysong @phenanthreneblue @big-ass-magnet @mrs-theirin have going on in their stuff!!! and, of course, anyone else who's interested in throwing their first lines out there! yes, even you. in fact, know what? especially you! <3
#queenie rambles#queenie writes dragon age#queenie writes supermassive#thanks for the tag vicky!!!!! ^_^#im so behind on catching up on stuff i missed but it's wip wednesday and this looked so fun i had to start here hehehe
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Whatttt??? For real!? You are from Indonesia?? Hi, I'm also from Indonesia 😁 it's very nice to meet you here. Thank God, I finally found someone from the same country who's into this kind of game as well. (It's kinda rare thing you know 😆 especially in my circle) BTW, I've been following you for a while and to tell you the truth this is one of the best IF demo for me personally. I truly enjoyed the demo so far. Can't wait to continue the journey. Please, please finish it. Coz, i've seen so many potential story out there that's been abandoned by it's writer. Even if I have to spend some money, I dont care mate. Anyway, have a great day 😊.
Thank you everyone for the kind words! 🥰😊 I also didn’t expect so many fellow Indonesian and South East Asian to be reading my story 😭💕 Because, as you say, I also don’t have anyone really reading IFs in my irl circle of friends. So, I guess I thought that IFs are just not really a thing or not a lot of people here read them, but it seems I was pleasantly proven wrong! ❤️😁
And yes, I am really determined to see this story finished and I won’t ever give up on it! I’ve really gotten attached to the characters and the world I created. The world has expanded quite a lot since the time I first planned it in my head and I still have other stories to tell that are set in this world. One of them is the sequel spin-off with a new MC and new story/conflict but with guest appearances of the characters from this one (maybe even your MC, if I can implement it) 😄
@solariesu And yes, I know a lot of people forgot or didn’t realize that Ash is now one of Luka’s most trusted and top enforcers, just like Cara once was, and that one of the main reasons of that—other than fierce loyalty—is their ruthlessness.
I tried giving a glimpse of that streak of theirs in the Chapter 1 flashback with the bully, but it seems I might’ve missed the mark a bit (maybe because the bully was a jerk) since quite a number of readers were surprised in Chapter 3 😅 But yeah, that has always been Ash, MC just rarely sees that side of theirs before and they are really relaxed and mild-mannered with MC (like a deadly puppy indeed 😭).
And for the last anon, hello neighbour! 👋☺️ Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work! ❤️
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911 season 5 part 1 liveblog
5x01
Okay, dramatic opening image!!
Love it
What's this walking dead shit
Omg emus??
Oh jeeze what else is loose here
A fucking GIRAFFE ok I'm obsessed
This is a GREAT fucking opening
LMFAO I appear to have accidentally downloaded the Spanish dub
Ok an hour later that mix up is not as funny as it was but we are back baby
Take two
Btw I don't think I've mentioned it yet but I love the show's score
Little baaaaaaaby
What the hell is wrong with the human brain that at the moments when you need it to be functioning the most, like when you have a new kid for example, there's a solid chance it just breaks
It's Mad About Depression hours I guess
The fact that Eddie is so stubbornly insisting that meeting his girlfriend's family isn't a big deal
Idk I guess Eddie's love interests so far just haven't grabbed me. His type is bland willowy ladies and I would like to see some sparks.
911 is being flooded with calls?
Oh shit this is bad
This really does not seem like a glitch to me
Haha oh it's kind of fun to see Taylor and Buck getting a little spicy. I've been thinking about how this show doesn't really do much sexiness and it's not like it needs it but I also sometimes think it doesn't have to be quite as sanitised as it is.
(I may or may not have been thinking this in the context of, it would be fun to see some hot and heavy Buck/Eddie makeouts. They're both very attractive people, sue me)
(But Taylor is also very attractive and I'm down with Buck/Taylor make-outs)
Ok the fact that she was seducing Buck to get access to his phone just makes it hotter. Hi Taylor just a heads up if things with Buck don't work out I am available.
(Also will someone write me Buck/Eddie/Taylor because for real I would be into that)
Yeah ransomware makes way more sense
What the fuck how does the rapist have a giggly female fanclub?? That does not seem plausible to me.
T____T Christopher is so cute trying on suits
Oh no Eddie did not like Ana being referred to as Christopher's mum
That looks like a panic attack to me
"I don't panic" shut up and take the damn pamphlet Eddie. I hate to break it to you but you are still a human being.
Oh Athena, honey
Harry taking care of his mum is so soft
I'm sorry but as a former legal transcriptionist, self-reps are never this calm and collected. they are constantly being pulled up by the judge on things they're not allowed to say and getting off track (it's a little bit funny). It's pretty implausible, under the circumstances, that he would be allowed to represent himself in the first place - and that is for his own protection.
Oh the idiot defendant decided to make a break for it in the chaos while maintaining his innocence? That sounds more like the self reps I'm familiar with
Crying with laughter over how a digital attack is somehow making an analogue clock go haywire
Oh Buck gets bitchy when Eddie hides things from him
On top of everything else, now there's a blackout?
This is officially beyond my ability to suspend disbelief.
Still, I am having a good time. I love when shows go big and get stupid with it.
No!! Not Athena's detective friend!!
5x02
Jesus Christ Bobby that was very heroic but you know that if you die Athena will KILL you right?
Oh fuck Athena's friend didn't die I'm so relieved
I really thought he was gone
Fire Marshall Buck, my delight!
Man Eddie is never gonna beat the gay allegations if he keeps having panic attacks every time someone thinks things are more serious with Ana than they are
(I'm being a little flippant of course I know there are other reasons for that to feel Fraught)
(I just can't help but think about how much of his relationship with Shannon felt like someone checking the boxes he's supposed to check. To me, at least.)
Ok but when do the animals come back
Oh my god Eddie is so FOND listening to Buck talk about the animals at the zoo and why they should be panicking
Buck on "animal control" is hilarious
LOL at Hen and Bobby being menaced by alpacas
"Clever girl" HEE
T_T oh I know this is deliberate weepy feelgood bait but the neighbourhood coming together to help the little boy on the ventilator still gets me
Aw Buck is so worried about Eddie's hypothetical heart attack
"Suddenly it became a ready-made family and I don't know if I'm ready for that"
LOL Eddie is going to "stick it out" with Ana because she is, and I quote, "the first woman I've wanted to spend this much time with since Shannon." My guy you spent most of your marriage to Shannon in Afghanistan.
Eddie taking a nap to avoid a big life conversation feels very relatable lol
I'm glad Chimney is talking to Hen about Maddie having post-partum. He needs support too.
Oh jeeze that's so scary, falling asleep with the baby in the bath. I fell asleep holding the baby once, just for a split second while sitting up in bed, and dropped him onto the floor. I don't think I have ever felt worse. But he was fine and Maddie's baby is also fine.
D: the attacker is at Athena's house. Oh that feels horrible. Even just knowing he'd been there. I would have to move.
Harry oh no!!!
This horrible worm of a person with Harry in his car boot. I will fight him.
Jesus Christ ANOTHER cliffhanger? But I really have to sleep this is terrible
Stay tuned I guess T_T
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ok one last post about the Project to truly exorcise it from my brain. just some process/design thoughts (also now that it's done if you want to read my liveblogged whinging for whatever reason here it is)
first off some stats because i kept stats like the nerd that i am:
time wise making this animatic took about 93.5 hours give or take (thanks procreate process replay) spread across exactly 2 months
anyway when i said i finished this project mostly through stubbornness and sunk cost fallacy this is what i meant lol like a lot of my thought process through this was just 'no way in hell am i letting some of these drawings disappear into my drafts forever'
on average each frame took about 2 hours 45 minutes but thats a bit of an overestimate since i forgot to count some of the animated bits from the first two lines (so id guess the actual number is more like.. 2 hours 20 minutes?)
btw that line with the starry apparition fading away? 12 hours total
the single longest and most painful frame to draw was the one of the crew walking through tu'narath (5 hours 30 minutes) because a. perspective b. architecture design c. for some reason i put a lot of detail into rendering the armour on all the githyanki i drew why on earth did i do that
(its especially painful bc that frame was one of the ones that didnt... feel like an important enough moment in the actual story of the show to be worth capturing the way the wish or even like, endellion is, i just needed to put that there for the storytelling flow or whatever of the animatic itself and it bothered me so much)
one other interesting little mishap was that i did all of these on canvas size 1080x720px (so that's why the youtube resolution isnt particularly high lmao) which is why procreate let me put an absolutely absurd amount of layers in one canvas (all 8 frames of with memories projected on the astral sea were done on one canvas. 159 layers) because the layer limit for that canvas size is 400 BUT. i accidentally started the starry apparition fade on an A4 canvas (my default canvas size for like all my normal fanart) and i only realised after finishing all the lineart and starting on colouring because i hit layer limit so i had to resize the canvas which did... interesting?? things to the lineart resolution
also if youre wondering how i drew K-LB that many times in something resembling timely fashion the answer is i sacrificed some... amount of sleep to 3d model and rig him in blender which. honestly? i consider it a roaring success
splitting the frames by bar was a Choice and certainly a choice ive.. had doubtsTM about but thats the kind of thing you cant really change without bringing the whole project crashing down so if the frames seem to move a bit too fast im so sorry there was really not much i could do there
idk if people actually noticed the very very tiny drawings of the crew moving around on the ship in the 4th line especially since they sometimes get obscured by the subtitles but the REASON for that is in my original drawings the subtitles went in the top left corner but they kept conflicting with other stuff so i just gave up and threw them to the bottom (also i originally included the chinese lyrics but then i got lazy lmao)
anyway that little detail like VR-LA angstily looking at the sea reminiscing about the JourneyTM and the crew sort of appearing along with the memories of their adventures together was one of those things that seemed SO COOL in my head but once i actually execute it its like. hmmmm not sure if that worked out the way you thought it would buddy. also the tiny crew was EXTREMELY hard to draw so put that down as another point in 'me subjecting myself to deeply painful and out there compositions for no good reason'
anyway i called this my magnum opus but i do actually have some thoughts about another one (a companion piece, if you will) for another song by the same band because now that i know what capcut can do im.. really itching to try something a little different because this like powerpoint presentation style? fully a product of me using iMovie as my only available video editing software for the past like 7 years of my life
#rwd#asto speaks#re: the projectTM#one last time using this dumbass tag lmao#honestly? also put another point in 'i worked on a project for so long it became just a Project to me and proceeded to get#absolutely blindsided by the emotional affect it has on people'#2 months. 2. months.#whatever actual emotion this idea was originally trying to draw from is long fucking gone buddy#like i did manage to re-experience some of it looking at the finished product but#i appreciate yalls screaming a lot i just truly did not anticipate it LMAO
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15 questions, 15 mutuals
@moon-arts02 had this on her blog and I wanted to do it, too so here we go...
1. Are you named after anyone?
Yes. My paternal Grandmother. Just like 2 of my female cousins. I'm not kidding.
2. When was the last time you cried?
I actually don't cry a lot. I mean of course I sometimes tear up when a movie or a song really touches me deep inside (it's still new to me since this didn't happen in my earlier days) but actually crying? Like lying in bed crying a river? I don't remember.
I think it was in September when I was at Disneyland Paris. Seeing the Disney D-Light and the Disney Illumination show for the first time was so beautiful I got overwhelmed and cried like a fool. Just because it was so beautiful.
3. Do you have kids?
No. And I don't want to have kids. All that Relationship/family stuff is scary to me as I'm afraid I might screw it up. I'm not good at these things.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Well, I haven't thought about it yet. Do I? I don't use it like all the time but whenever I feel like it or when I'm really pissed off by somebody. I think that's when my sarcasm gets me. When I'm pissed.
5. What sports do you play/have played?
- running to the train station to catch the train
- running to the tram station to catch the tram
- walking up and down the stairs in the library
- stretching as far as I can to reach the top shelf
- walking up and down the library ladder
- walking around the library in general
- lifting big heavy books on my head
- try to keep the books on the shelf from falling with one hand while putting another book on the shelf with the other hand
- walking from one corner in my office to another
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
I don't know. With every person it's something different. I like to look at people as a whole, their overall appearance, not just their eyes or their hair, etc. I literally look at people from top to bottom. And the first thing I notice is possibly something remarkable. But what I always look at first is their faces so I guess that's what I notice first.
7. What's your eye colour?
Brown-green
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
I'm a DISNEY GIRL so ALWAYS AND FOREVER happy endings!😅
No, just kidding. I don't really like scary movies because they are - SPOILER! - scary and I have way to much fantasy and imagination to not be scared after a scary movie. Although during my last holiday I wanted to watch scary movies and watched almost all of the Conjuring Universe movies and wasn't scared. Don't know what was wrong with me that made wanna watch them but I have to admit it was pretty inspiring. Guess I had a little 1 week dark phase 😅
So I lean more to happy endings. But you know what's better than happy endings? Happy lives. Happy beginnings.
9. Any special talents?
Writing. Reading. Acting. Editing. Designing. Probably dancing?
Are these special talents?
But I'm not like a sword swallower, if that's what you mean.
10. Where were you born?
Munich!
11. What are your hobbies?
Writing. Reading. Editing. Dancing. Watching movies and TV-shows. Going to the cinema. Simping on stuff I love. Talking to people I like about things I like.
12. Do you have pets?
No. My father used to have a dog in Sicily called Baronetto. That's the closest I ever got to having pet (my father is Sicillian btw).
13. How tall are you?
1,50m in the tallest, I guess?
14. Favorite subject in school?
Oh, I LOVED my music classes in 8th/9th grade! My ex music teacher is so adorable and lovely and we're still in touch meeting from time to time. We just have tea and cookies then and talk about this and that. And we both relie on those conversations.
15. Dream job?
Author or actress, of course!
But I already found a very good job in a library. And I already live out my dreams so I don't necessarily have to be an author or an actress to make them come true.
But then again I'm still young so who knows? What is not yet can always come (or however the saying goes).
So, who's up next?
Feel free to do it when you want!
@moon-arts02 Wanna do a Melissa McCarthy/Ursula/Sookie version?
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I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO SEE YOUR ANSWER TO MY ASK; thank you so much for answering though, omg I wasn't expecting to receive an entire analysis in response, it made me so happy 😭💚 Since I need more people to talk about Mushitarou with, now I wanna ask, do you have any headcanons for him and/or Yokomizo? 🥺👉👈 I want to write fic for them, but it's really hard considering that we know so little about both of them :' ) I'm also curious, do you have any thoughts as to why Yokomizo's face is shadowed? I think it would make sense if we couldn't see his face before the truth is revealed, as a representation of how Mushi is trying to distance himself from reality and him/forget about him/lie to himself about not caring about him (which is why I theorized the anime might reveal his face when said truth is revealed, but they didn't do that, rip), but during the final scene and even later in Mushi's hallucinations, his face is still obscured, so... I don't know. I just think it would have been powerful to see his face more clearly as Mushi heals more and is more accepting of his grief and how much he misses Yokomizo... but maybe it'll happen if when we get more of his arc later. Or maybe I'm just totally missing something and being delusional lol
Again, thank you so much for the detailed response before; Mushi needs so much more love 🥺💚
Why are you apologizing??? It's ok! I appreciate you reading it all in the first place! I'm really happy to talk about his character at any time. (Nice icon, btw!)
First off, if you do end up writing anything about him and/or Yokomizo, I would love to see it! That is, if you're ok with sharing it. :)
Headcanons, huh? Hm... you see, normally I try to pull at least a few things from the original authors' stories but... sad to say I know nothing about their irl inspirations asides from them being mystery writers, I believe, and that they did know each other.
I guess, here's a few thoughts from off the top of my head? They're not all headcanons exactly, but this is kind of the way I see them.
Yokomizo is the kind of person who is completely unfazed by anything that's not happening in his novels. I bet that when Mushitaro showed up with a completely different face he just went... "huh" and went back to writing and asking him for opinions.
Mushitaro argues on principle. Not because he actually disagrees or anything but just because he's a bit of a disagreeable person by nature. People like Poe or Ranpo will want him to do something with them and he needs to act like he doesn't want to, before finally relenting (he's still grumbling about it though). (<-he is secretly pleased people want to spend time with him)
Mushitaro canonically likes the occult, and if you can get him talking about this topic he can go on for a very long time, and he actually looks excited and eager about it - at least until he regains his self-awareness. Then he's back to pretending he's not that excited by it.
Yokomizo and Mushitaro met when they were preteens. Neither one had other friends and Mushitaro decided to announce his arrival by attempting to explain the mystery book Yokomizo was reading to... resident mystery expert, Yokomizo. (I believe Mushitaro was especially pompous what he was younger, and unfortunately also often wrong.) Yokomizo spent a very long time correcting him on mysteries and was so ecstatic that someone listened through the whole thing that he kept ambushing Mushitaro at school for his thoughts on various mysteries he was reading. Mushitaro absolutely thought he was being bullied for weeks before he realized that the other boy was attempting to befriend him.
Mushitaro is actually the sentimental type, unlike Yokomizo, who really isn't all that much. From the outside, it appears to be the opposite, since Yokomizo is prone to fantastic and excitable discussions of his new ideas while Mushitaro is seemingly dismissive and more realistic. However, Yokomizo is more than capable of scrapping beloved projects he's been working on for months if they aren't up to his standards (I think he's a bit of a perfectionist), while Mushitaro has a difficult time throwing away anything with sentimental value.
I am curious about Mushitaro's past a little; not in that I think it was anything really tragic or dramatic, but mostly in the way his father apparently told him to be kind to strangers, the way he can't seem to be all that assertive despite his posturing, the way his core coping mechanism appears to be just flat out denying he has sentimental feelings (even before Yokomizo's death). Idk. Something there.
I think further development of Mushitaro's dynamic with Ango could be really interesting. Assuming a future where he does get to start with the Special Division and Ango is not fired, I'd like to see them working together somehow. I think they could really play off each other well and that they'd have a lot of growth potential in that sense. Honestly, I'd take anymore interactions between them as I can get.
That's about it, honestly. Do you have any headcanons for them?
As for Yokomizo's face being shadowed, I feel like it has everything to do with this only being the Yokomizo in Mushitaro's mind. Even before his death, the Yokomizo we see is filtered through Mushitaro's memories of these events, and I suppose it's an artistic way to express how he's blocked some stuff out, like you said, but probably also to indicate that Yokomizo is not coming back.
There's a similar thing done in the manga and 55 Minutes with Oda whenever Dazai reminisces about him; I don't believe his face is ever shown, though it's not shadowed like Yokomizo's. So, that's what I suspect.
I hope these made some degree of sense... they're not super backed by canon, but I guess that's why they're headcanons huh? Haha.
He absolutely needs more love. I'm hoping people discuss him more after the anime.
Anyone who wants to, feel free to drop any headcanons you have about these two here!
#thanks for the ask!#bsd#bsd mushitaro#bsd yokomizo#this was fun :D#nothing on mushitaro and the seventh agency since i really don't know what to make of it yet... but agh i'm so curious#storyrambles
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LITERALLY NONE OF THE INFORMATION IN THIS POST IS CORRECT
first of all, dungeon meshi isn't released bimonthly? it ran in harta, a magazine which, while originally bimonthly changed to a monthly schedule w two hiatuses a year in february 2013, a full year before dungeon meshi began publication in february 2014. if dungeon meshi really was published bimonthly, it'd finish publication in 2030, and it should go without saying that that isn't the case bc it finished last year.
second of all, WEEKLY PUBLICATION IS NOT THE FUCKING INDUSTRY STANDARD, esp not in the shoujo, josei, and seinen (which is most relevant bc it's the one dungeon meshi belongs to btw) demographics. (for the uninitiated there are four main manga demographics which each target a diff age+gender group, shonen is targetted at tween/teen boys, shoujo is targetted at the general idea of girls, seinen is young men, and josei is the general idea of women, seinen, and shonen tend to draw a line between themselves but shoujo and josei tend to bleed into each other and josei can err towards more of a subsection of shoujo than its own thing, also worth noting that there's a significant overlap between shoujo and seinen which is why shoujo will be used as a point of comparison more than shonen will). once or twice monthly publication schedules are far more common. while there are a lot of weekly manga magazines and they appear in every manga demographic, the vast majority are in shonen, and thus not that relevant to the discussion at hand bc it should be obvious that there's a p big difference in quality concerns between manga targeted at 12 year old boys and manga targetted at actual adults (big disclaimer that this is not a knock on shone and my all time favorite manga is a shonen series goes here). also, a series running in a weekly magazine doesn't necessarily entail it having a new chapter in every issue, the number one example i can think of off the top of my head is the current state of one piece which publishes a few chapters and then takes a week off.
apart from harta, a lot of other seinen magazines run on a monthly schedule, such as young ace (publisher of bungou stray dogs) and its digital counterpart young ace up (publisher of the summer hikaru died), monthly birz (publisher of rozen maiden), and monthly big gangan (publisher of the manga adaptation of the apothecary diaries). as do magazines catering to other demographics, off the top of my head i can point you to THE shoujo magazine of all time, hana to yume (publisher of yona of the dawn, fruit's basket and kamisama kiss) which publishes twice monthly, shoujosei magazine cookie (publisher of nana) which publishes bimonthly, monthly shoujo magazine lala (publisher of ouran high school host club, natsume's book of friends, and snow white with the red hair), and the shonen magazine monthly gfantasy (publisher of black butler and toilet bound hanako kun). harta isn't fucking special for its publishing schedule.
now, we move to the statement "Imagine Dungeon Menshi qualify manga as a rule not the exception" and i'd like to ask the class what it's called when you lump an entire medium from a specific country together and dismiss it as low quality slop (oh but i guess this one good one is an exception)? that's right! racism and xenophobia! as someone who, unlike op who, from an inspection of their blog, seems to only have interacted w dungeon meshi and no other japanese or even east asian in general media, has actually read other manga, i caqn confirm that this is wildly untrue. followers will note that i've spent the last several months pointing out the similarities between dungeon meshi and the apothecary diaries (or more specifically, their protagonists laois and maomao) so that's the obvious comparison to make as i guarantee you if you liked the one you will probably like the other, but i can rattle off at least 10 other manga of an equal quality writing wise and why they are as such off the top of my head (which i will do under a cut as i value your dash space and didn't realize how long of a tangent that'd be, and if you don't want to read all that but are willing to just trust that i know what i'm talking about, let's keep going).
now that you've scrolled down and have decided to read yona of the dawn or have decided to just take my word for it, back to the specific manga at hand. i find it incredibly insulting to ryoko kui to boil the quality of her work down to her schedule and not her own talents as a writer. a monthly schedule doesn't necessarily mean work will be good quality, fucking black bird, one of the trashiest manga i've ever had the displeasure of contact w, ran on a monthly release schedule. and, vice versa, running on a weekly schedule doesn't necessarily lower a manga's quality, weekly manga include chainsaw man, kaguya sama love is war, and goodnight punpun, all of which are widely beloved award winning series.
tl;dr not how the manga industry works, there's a decent amount of dungeon meshi fans who've never touched any animanga before, actively look down on it, and thus feel the need to justify why they like this one specific series by making sweeping statements about the creative output of an entire country bc of it.
ultimately, while it is the instinct of my fellow seasoned otaku to point and laugh before looking at the 56k+ notes from ppl who actually believe this and begin to slowly die inside contented only by the knowledge that you know better, i'd like to ask you if you've ever made a sweeping statement abt the mecha genre while having only seen evangelion, or abt mahou shoujo while only having contact w madoka magica, or visual novels with doki doki literature club, or actually said anything generalizing shoujo manga as just romance, in which case you are no better and it's important to remember that anyone can fall victim to this line of thinking fairly easily as long as you remain averse to trying new things
also it's shocking that almost 57k ppl were willing to take the word of someone who can't even spell the title correctly as an authority. i'd usually let this one slide but i really can't when in combination w everything else there's it's not 'menshi' there's no n it's spelt meshi.
if you've made it this far read yona of the dawn you'll like it
first there's my dearly beloved, source of my blog url yona of the dawn, a long running shoujo action adventure series w a mature approach to worldbuilding and fantasy politics (sigh. which is similar to ryoko kui's approach if that sweetens the pot enough to get the most widely beloved still-running shoujo series some eyes from non-shoujo readers), then there's my all time favorite manga, black butler, which despite its piece of shit anime adaptation and rocky first few volumes caused by originally being allotted a short run as a comedy manga which then got allotted more chapters due to positive feedback until eventually gfantasy just decided to let yana toboso loose to do whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted, which ultimately lead to a slow burn mystery series w supernatural elements and some of the most precise foreshadowing i've ever seen leading up to a twist that is shocking regardless. there's goodnight punpun, an incredibly insightful coming of age seinen series w gorgeous art and a fascinating character study, there's nana, a shoujosei (its demographic is hotly debated) drama w a v mature view on interpersonal relationships, there's 7 seeds a post apocalyptic shoujosei (it switch magazines mid-publication) w several different storylines happening concurrently and a massive web of 35 different characters w complicated relationships which all manage to be strategically and expertly balanced (and a v bad anime adaptation which ruined everything), there's the summer hikaru died, a seinen bl horror series with stunning visuals and an incredible sense of tension and atmosphere abt a boy in conservative small town japan w a longtime crush on his best friend who sounds and acts and looks like himself but has been replaced by... something... that came from the mountains. there's chainsaw man, a shonen action series all about autonomy control and the lack and violation thereof, there's the rose of versailles, an incredibly culturally important historical fiction shoujo manga which revolutionized and shaped manga as we know it, natsume's book of friends, a supernatural shoujo series about a boy who can see yokai w an incredibly compassionate and empathetic outlook on the world, kaguya sama: love is war, a hilarious seinen romcom w a complex view of teen relationships and class dynamics based on one of japan's oldest folktales, and finally snow white with the red hair, a fantasy shoujo series w a vividly immersive world (and a special attention paid to food which readers of this post might find appealing.
“Omg dungeons menshi is so good! The characters and the worldbuilding and the art and the hu—“
It’s because the author had TWO MONTHS between publications instead of the usual week. 8X the amount of time to plot her story and see where she had been and where she was going and figure out how best to get there. Imagine if this was the industry standard instead of the crushing gears of weekly publication which grinds the minds, bodys, and souls of mangaka to dust until there is nothing left. Imagine Dungeon Menshi qualify manga as a rule not the exception. Imagine stories that did not destroy their creators. Imagine—
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May I req for Johnny x idol!y/n and like their first public appearance at an award after being caught by dispatch... I hope it isn't too much for me to ask this~ TQ!!
Btw I LOVE your Mark and Johnny's fic
-ty sm! I hope you enjoy your request!
This was your worst nightmare. With your phone blowing up and non stop paparazzi, you didn’t know what do you. After dispatch had leaked that you and Johnny were dating, your company had contacted you about whether or not it was true. You had called Johnny asking him for advice and what you guys had to do. Johnny was tired of beating around the bush and confirmed it with SM already. You obliged, agreeing to confirm the rumors.
Later that afternoon both SM and your company released this statement.
“We have talked to both parties and they both can confirm that they are in a relationship. We ask that you ask no further questions at this time.”
Fuck, it’s in the air now I guess. Your phone was flooded with a mix of hate comments and support, not to mention your follower counts going down. You felt like it was the end of your career. You started getting flashbacks to other idols, seeing how people handled their relationships whether it was with another idols or private. They were not good.
Your manager cancelled the rest of your activities for the week, so your promotion and appearances wouldn’t be affected by this, hoping it would die down in a week. Then, you remember that the following week you had to appear at an award show Johnny was also attending. This could not get any worse. Your phone buzzed and your manager reminded you that you and NCT 127 were going to compete in a music bank award.
You could feel the world crumbling around you. You just stayed at home eating your heart away, getting takeout and watching Korean dramas on the TV. You heard your doorbell ring, assuming it was your takeout but then you opened the door to see Johnny. He was about to speak when you slammed the door in his face.
You looked at your door camera to see Johnny pout and beg into the camera for you to open the door again. You didn’t budge. He started singing your songs loudly in the hallway while dancing to your choreography and you got embarrassed, opening the door scolding him to stop and come inside. Johnny surprisingly read your mind and brought you some of your favorite foods and snacks.
“Why are you here?”
“I can’t also enjoy my week off with my pretty girlfriend?” He said innocently.
“You got bored at the dorm didn’t you?”
“You caught me, besides your place is much bigger and less noisy.”
You laughed as you hugged him and he kissed the top do your head while rubbing your back.
“How have you been holding up?”
“Not good.”
He lifted your chin up.
“I can tell, your eyes are a little puffy.”
The the door rang again, that was definitely your takeout.
Johnny stared at you shocked,
“Are you cheating on me?!“ with a dramatic voice.
“Relax you big baby, I ordered some pizza.”
“PIZZA!”
You opened the door and thanked the delivery man and handing him a tip. You placed the pizza on the counter, leaving to go wash your hands. When you came back you already saw Johnny with a slice in his hands about to eat it. You slapped his shoulder yelling at him that the pizza wasn’t for him. But you obliged to his puppy eyes begging you to let him eat some.
“So what’s going to happen next week?”
“What do you mean?”
“My manager reminded me that we’re going to be at MAMA and then music bank later on next week.”
“We just do what we normally did, ignore each other, respectfully. Also aren’t you performing at MAMA?”
“Shit, I completely forgot about that, I’m going to get a black ocean for sure.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I’m going to message nctzens to keep their light sticks on for you, so you don’t feel scared.”
“Aww thanks.”
“Anything for you, besides, your song is really good to shake a light stick to.”
You laughed as you and Johnny spent the week together like it was quarantine, you had fun playing board games, watching movies and shows, and cooking together. Maybe next week wasn’t going to be so bad.
I lied. It was bad. The moment you stepped out of your car for MAMA, billions of paparazzi was pointing their cameras as you, asking millions of questions about Johnny. You skipped the red carpet event to avoid any other paparazzis and went straight into the green room. Unfortunately, Johnny also got mobbed by paparazzi, but couldn’t skip the red carpet event because he was with NCT 127.
You were shaking in the green room nervous about the performance and the audiences reaction to you. You hadn’t performed and sang live in a while, you felt like you were debuting again. Then you get a text from Johnny,
“Go kill it out there, I’ll be there supporting you.”
That made you smile, that’s all you needed to get up from your nervous self and you walked backstage fidgeting, listening to the group performing before you. Then it was your turn. You got on your platform that was going to lift you up in a grand entrance before you started singing your song. You saw that the nctzens still had their light sticks on for you as you sang and danced. Even some of your fans also sang along and screamed the loudest, which made you feel really good. During your dance break you saw some of your idol friends cheering for you, and you felt loved again. When you were done, people were screaming and cheering. You bowed and ran back to your manager squealing and jumping. You changed out of your performance outfit and back into award show attire.
When you returned, other groups and idols stood up to bow and greet you. When you reached Johnny, he smiled at you the brightest. He saw that your seats were further down a staircase, and he grabbed your hand and helped guided you down and made sure you had a blanket for your dress and were comfortable. You thanked him and playfully shooed him away. He ran back up to his group members who were laughing at him.
You cheered for the other groups and enjoyed other performances for the rest of the night. You got back home safely and passed out from exhaustion, at least it wasn’t the worst.
The next morning, you saw billions of news articles,
“Johnny supporting y/n is the cutest thing we’ve seen this week”
“Nctzens keep their light sticks on in support of y/n”
“Johnny and y/n interactions that made us blush”
“Johnny being a gentlemen, hypeman, and fanboy at MAMA for y/n”
You laughed at all the tabloids, not seeing many being super negative. So that made you more confident throughout the week until you had to go on Music Bank.
At Music Bank you and Johnny showed up at different times, there were fans outside screaming and supporting you both as always. NCT 127 had to perform before you so you watched them practice and perform dozen of times while you were getting ready. After Johnny was done, he surprised you by stopping by your green room with the other members. He was playing with your curled hair and pretending to be your makeup artist tickling you with brushes. You also greeted the other members, catching up with them. They all said goodbye leaving you to get ready to perform.
When you got on stage for a sound check, you saw a couple of your fans in the audience cheering along to your songs. Then when you had to perform, confetti had to come out of cannons near the stage, so you walked up and warned the fans to back up a little so they won’t get hurt. You performed with dozens of cheers and excitement when the confetti blasted. When you finished you felt like you got a rush of energy, bowing dozens of times to staff and your fans in the audience.
Then came the awards, NCT 127 against you, Music Bank always made you nervous, seeing the scores and then debating if your math skills were right that day. You both stood on opposite sides of the stage as you watched the numbers be presented on the screen. You were looking and then, you won. You won?! The MCs congratulated you, walking over to hand you your award. You thanked them and you bowed to NCT 127 thanking them too. Johnny ran over to quickly hug you, and whispered,
“I’m so proud of you.”
You thanked him as he was about to run off stage, as your song started to play for you to perform for the end of the show. NCT 127 came back on and you teasingly gave them all the mic to sing the song. They also danced alongside you and you had such a fun time with them. This is the happiest you’ve been in a while. Maybe it was all worth it.
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i am biased for victor hnnggggg
does he have moments where he’s all clingy towards mc and do you have a favorite moment of them that perfectly captures why victor’s your bias?
btw, hope you’re doing well :> xoxo
Welcome to the “Victor black-hole” hnnngnnn 🥺❤️
I hope you’re open to spoilers HAHA. Cause my brain is all over the place right now and I’m just gonna pull things out off a tangent from the mess LOL :>
It’s mostly the other way around HAHA i.e. MC being the visibly clingy one between the two of them. Don’t let that fool you though cause in general, they are both VERY handsy LOL eyes the alarming number of arm around the waist CGs they have + the increasing stock of hand holding and hugging CGs. Guess the contents then owekbpkghbj >//<
Regardless, Victor does have moments when he is being “especially” clingy. These are some moments I can currently recall off the top of my head——
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DRUNK IN LOVE ASMR – [available in global server]
Victor gets drunk (against all odds LOL) and MC tries to take care of him. But he turns into a cuddle-bug instead. AND IT’S ADORABLE.
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THE OLD DAYS ASMR (昔时) – [unreleased]
It’s a very sentimental ASMR where Victor reminisces how his mom taught him to make the best pudding in the world and how happy she’d be if she knew how much MC loves his pudding.
The ending of the ASMR takes a slightly different turn though, and it shows us again just how cuddly, loving and warm this man is.
“If you aren’t willing to be a little more obedient, I’ll tickle you. It’s such a cold day. How can I sleep soundly without hugging you? In the past? The past is the past. I’m used to it now. I have to put my arms around your waist, smell the scent on your hair, and take you into my arms completely. Only then can I sleep soundly. You promised me. As long as I want something, and as long as I’m happy, you can do anything. Since you’ve made a promise, there’s no room for backing out. Come here. Turn around. Put your hands on my waist, here. Mm.... hug a little tighter. Come over here. Mm.... this is really comfortable.”
[showers MC with kisses]
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HARVEST DATE – [unreleased]:
SUMMARY: Doesn’t matter how many times he calls MC out, HE IS JUST AS CLINGY.
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During this time of the year, there’s always a kind of magical attractive force about the soft and warm blanket being wrapped around your body, making it difficult to resist its temptation.
But recalling today’s itinerary, I still clench my teeth and prepare to get out of bed.
Victor: What are you doing up so early?
His familiar temperature is pressed against my back, and his usual deep and low voice is now laced with slight sleepiness and hoarseness.
MC: The appointment with the harvesting garden is at 10 AM.... I’ll get up first and get ready.
[MC’s Company Name] and LFG’s collaborative project” Loveland Tourism Month” officially lowered its curtain yesterday. As the continuous hectic days came to an end, we could finally welcome the relaxation.
Yesterday, I received a call from the Wanshu Plantation, informing me that it's time to pick up the tomatoes I planted in the garden with Victor.
Thereupon, we decided to begin the first day of our annual vacation by going to harvest the fruits we had planted together in the past.
Victor: Early in the morning in usual days, she shouts “I’ll be up in five minutes”. But on the contrary, she is more diligent on vacations.
Victor’s eyes are closed, and his arm that is wrapped around me tightens more and more. Clearly, he has absolutely no intention of letting me get out of the bed.
His hair, which is usually well-groomed, is now strewn about his forehead in a mess, and a handful clump of it is even sticking up in a disobedient manner.
With all his seriousness dispersed, Victor appears warm and relaxed. I wrap my arm around his waist, enjoying the precious morning tenderness.
MC: Usually when I sleep in, someone always laughs at me for loathing to part with the coverlet.
MC: How come you’ve also fallen into the trap today? What happened to CEO Victor’s skill of “waking up at the right time and never procrastinating”?
Victor: When was this “skill” ever efficacious with a certain someone around? Also, I’m on annual leave today.
Victor opens his eyes, still some haze swimming across them.
Victor: “No holiday is complete without sleeping in”, isn’t that the first rule in your holiday treasure trove?
MC: While I’m very happy that you’re willing to experience my perfect holiday treasure trove for yourself, but if we don’t get up now, we’re really going to be late.
A sigh hits my ears. He jerks away my phone and tosses it aside.
Victor: ....the last five minutes.
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HEART’S CONTENT DATE – [unreleased]
If you’re open to spoilers and have the time – PLEASE READ THIS DATE.
You asked if I have any favorite clingy Victor moment that perfectly captures why he’s my bias – THIS DATE IS THE ANSWER.
although he’s partially responsible for MC being busy cause he just gave her a new contract towards “building their future together” (Innermost Thoughts Date) – THE WAY HE SULKS THROUGHOUT THE DATE cause MC hasn’t been able to give him enough attention lately is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS. AND Victor showing that you can miss the love of your life THAT much even though you live in the same house skbfbdcvhbj~ *・゜゚(^O^)↝
Also, yeah, he gives the poor little Pudding a run for their love for MC LOL~ (≧▽≦)
Victor: Let’s go home then. Pudding really misses you lately....
Victor: But not as much as me.
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In other words, every one you love in this world likely loves you back and misses you too, but NO ONE loves you and misses you more than I do~ 乁༼☯‿☯༽ㄏ
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These are some droplets that I can think of at this very moment from the ocean of Victor contents LOL. And they all in some way or the other illustrate why I am down so bad for this 2D man~ (✯ᴗ✯)
And, I hope you are doing well too! 🥺💕
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Adding to the topic here because im SALTY.
(BTW this goes towards the anti, not @bottombillyapologist I woke up at 6 am and then came here to reply and I wrote right after I did)
I grew up fat. I'm still fat. Oh and mentally ill
You know who grew up fat and also mentally ill? Dacre Montgomery. He has OCD and has multiple times stated how he dealt with both body image issues and mental health issues. And let me tell you that isn't pretty
I am not white by the way you dear anti. I am not black, but I grew up my whole childhood being called Rasputia, Big mama and not only racial but transphobic slurs. The T slur was something I heard every day of my life
And not only that but my dad was one of those doctors. Yeah, guess it, I'm not mentally well either because many health issues I had to the point I wasn't diagnosed with ADHD (Which my dad openly told me how I was all in my hormones and how he gaslit me to the point even once just after an appointment with my psychiatrist who told me in fact i am not well, my dad denied everything) till I was 19 and I'm still looking and battling for this day to be allowed to have an autism diagnosis. Not only my mental health but also my physical health. So let me talk please.
I still like Billy. i kind of understand why him being casted as someone unattractive would've been different. But the Duffers did nothing well about depicting "racism" like everyone says.
So you're telling me you wanted to see Billy an already demonised character by the fans and writers more demonised by everyone just bc of his looks? That says a lot about you anti.
Also guess what? They're fatphobic! They picked up Dustin as the fat joke on season 1 and 2!!! First it was the ableist jokes, then the fatphobic ones. They also made the "girlfriend is fake bc you're ugly" joke in season 3 and GUESS WHAT! the one bringing up that gaslighting was lovely Mike Wheeler! Who we know isn't the best person and he is in fact a not so good friend.
There was this bit were Billy tells a fat kid to stop running into the pulls and insults him. But trust me anti that was so hypocrite of the writers since they made Dustin jokes look funny. But no we can't have sympathy over the teenage dude who was abused and neglected by everyone and with a dad who called him homophobic slurs, his dad was in the army, so I can imagine the toxic physical ideas he put on Billy's head. What Billy said was the top of the iceberg I'm afraid to tell you. I also shamed people for their appearance because I was also shamed by many by my appearence.
I also had and I still deal with self hatred towards my body because of how my dad and multiple people treated me. My dad even cried because I'm too overweight and I'll die with covid!1! But never cared for my mental or physical health and shrugged it off with me being overdramatic and annoying. I was always fighting off the urge to fall into an ED because he "didn't want me to fall in one" but taught me how they worked and how effective they were very EXPLICITLY. I have intrusive thoughts every day about if I should be harming myself right after eating.
Yet you'd rather listen to two antisemitic, don't know how to write shit, we love to mock people and make fun of sexual grooming, racist assholes than listen to the fandom and specially other BIPOC on this app. Your take wasn't good but instead of acknowledging that you decide to block even if the people who come after you aren't white.
That tells so much about you, anti.
Lost any respect I had for this artist after this tag about Billy. Wishing fatphobia and racism upon a character just so more people would hate him when you claim to be anti-racist is disgusting.
There’s something to be said about people being more forgiving towards Billy because he’s conventionally attractive, but wishing people would be racist towards him instead is not the hot take you think it is. Fuck off. I can’t even verbalize how angry it makes me that you could claim to take issue with the racism in stranger things and then post something like this.
#no but someone messed up ab this topic i cant help but answer them#i hate white billy antis#im tired and unmotivated these past few days have been draining me so much#literally white billy antis are the worst they are the most ableist#racist and classist too
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I JUST HAD THIS IDEA LFFNJDKDKD you don't have to do it but I just really thought it would be funny how would (you can choose who you want) react after they kissed the reader for the first time on the lips. AHHH THANK YOU!! LOVE YOU!!
“First Kiss,” AOT Headcanons
Okay um, I didn’t know who to choose so we’re gonna do a headcanon of Levi, Jean, and Eren. Btw these are gonna be short and sweet.
Summary: The guys reactions to you two kissing them for the first time🥰
Warnings: none
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Levi:
It was unexpected, you two were in his office just looking through the paper work and he had asked for your opinion on things.
You two were sitting side by side, pretty close as you would lean towards him more to look at the paper. While you read, he would steal glances of you and you noticed pretty easily, he wasn’t subtle about it.
It would take maybe over an hour of helping him with the paperwork for you to get bored of his quick stares. That’s all Levi would do, he was too nervous because he wasn’t exactly positive if you had the same feelings for him.
Once you felt his stare, you instantly turned your head to meet his eyes and that almost startled him, he didn’t think you could tell when he was looking at you so now he felt pretty embarrassed for getting caught.
But you didn’t care, your eyes stayed on his and you randomly smashed your lips on his, catching him by surprise. Levi froze, was he dreaming?
When he felt your soft lips move against his, he was quick to join in and match your movements while his soft hands made this way to your cheeks, cupping them.
After you pulled back, he was still in shock and you could start to see the pink rising on his cheeks.
“Blushing over me?” You laughed, watching him roll his eyes and try to put a cold stare back on his face but it was impossible, he couldn’t help but feel the amount of emotions rushing through him.
“I’m not blushing.”
“You are.”
“No.” He scoffed, turning his eyes back to the stacks of paperwork and you noticed just how nervous he was, his hand was even a bit shaky.
“It’s cute.” You mumbled, reaching over to grab his shaky hand and he turned towards you again.
Levi is never the type of person to easily get so flustered and nervous but when it came to you, it was a different story. When you smiled at him, he would feel his stomach tingle from butterflies and when you finally kissed him, it was like fireworks.
He hated how soft you made him, you could easily put a smile on his face in seconds but he never complained. You were definitely worth it to him.
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EreH:
It happened during the training camp. You both had been training beyond what both your bodies can handle. You asked him for help on certain things and techniques and he even asked you to help him with balancing on the ODM gear.
It was dark outside, you both had gone out to help him with the wires. You helped buckle him in, your face inched away from his and this was the full time Eren looked at you fully, his heart racing.
You were too oblivious, you were simply paying attention to attaching him to the wires and went back to pull him up high enough to hang off the ground.
“Try not to overthink it, just let yourself hang there.” You tried to give him some advice, watching him already become wobbly.
“Don’t focus on your legs, pretend they aren’t even there and just balance your weight as a whole.” You tried to stifle a laugh at how wobbly he was, you knew he was going to fall forward at any given moment.
He tried his best to focus and after a few minutes of moving around, he finally found his balance and stayed still.
“Oh my god.” He said happily, almost making him fall back but he fled his arms, managing to collect himself.
After you had brought him back down and unhooked him, he was too excited to stay still. He had jumped around then randomly embraced you in a tight hug, his excitement was through the roof, adrenaline pumping before he unexpectedly kissed you.
You were completely caught off guard but you didn’t really hesitate when it came to kissing him back. When he stepped back, he was in complete shock himself then a sudden wide goofy grin appeared on his lips and he started jumping around again.
“I guess I did two things right today.” He looked at you, giving you a smile while your cheeks started to heat up.
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Jean:
Jean is the type of person who definitely does things at the wrong time. Like when something happens, he does this reaction where he does something out of nowhere.
That being said, he definitely acts like a baby in this situation.
The scouts were out on a expedition where they try to trap in the female titan in the woods which led to half the cadets being stuck up on the tall tree.
You were stuck on the same branch as Jean and all you could listen to was his complaining about being stuck up here like sitting ducks while the Titans below tried to reach up for everyone.
“Quit complaining.” You shot a glare at him, relaxing back against the tree as you looked below.
“Sorry but unlike you, I don’t like being here doing nothing.”
“We were ordered to be here for a reason, Jean. Just shut up and deal with it.”
He stared at you, this was the first time you had irritated him. Any other time he would try to flirt with you, ask you out but you would simply ignore him, some days you would entertain it- only if you were feeling lucky.
But you didn’t want to make it known that you had a crush on him, only because he was a pain in the ass that wanted to be right so badly that it made you want to test his patience.
Finally Jean had sat next to you on the branch, his eyes looking down and the fear that was in his eyes made you rest your hand on top of his.
“You’re worrying too much.” You mumbled, making his eyes connect with yours before he looked down at your hand.
“The more we sit here, the faster these things will find a way to climb.”
Jean started to ramble, making your eyes roll at his endless ranting about waiting here until you finally grabbed a hold on his chin, forcing him to look at you. The rough contact of your lips meeting was sudden, making him shut up right away and melt against you.
The way he’s been waiting to do this to you since the day he first met you always flooded his mind and he couldn’t believe that you, out of all people, would kiss him first.
When you pulled back, the thoughts of the Titans below had escaped his mind and a stupid smirk came across his face, leaning in to kiss you again and you accepted.
“Maybe we should escape these Titans and go somewhere else?” He mumbled, making you punch his arm and he moved back, frowning.
“Shut up, Jean.”
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Just a small cute headcanons 🥺
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