#his lack of height is usually his one weakness

[wordsofwilderness]

Would you rather fight 1 James sized Regulus or 100 Regulus sized James's?

Look,,, I put way too much thought into this but I think I'm taking my chances with the 100 Regulus sized Jameses. I feel like I might have a slight chance of convincing them to not flight me at all, where as with 1 James sized Regulus I would be on the floor bleeding out in seconds 😅

[okartichoke]

ace avian. that’s what we’re calling this 🗣️🗣️🗣️

please let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions or input or anything! i’m happy to bounce ideas around (i'll post DL-6 someday soon i swear)

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shoutout to the anon who sent in that ask bc i seriously fell in love with blue jay phoenix. SHOUTOUT TO TAKAHE PHOENIX TOO THO takahe phoenix, you will forever be in my heart and im glad you existed <3333,, (maybe in this au he’s got some loving adoptive takahe parents :3) (YKNOW WHAT YEAH that’s canon now)

but yeah, flight-avoidant jay phoenix still lends itself well to the common-man hardworking underdog vibe i want from him. speaking of flight-avoidant...

Phoenix's relationship with flying:

It's a bit complicated. Basically, Phoenix can fly, but he historically chooses not to. From the lack of any practice, he's an INCREDIBLY weak flier. (That hovering is really all he can manage)

For one, he's still afraid of heights. Can't help that. This fear means he was less inclined to practice flying, which made him a weaker flier. And being a weaker flier, in turn, made his fear of heights worse. And so on, in a loop. With flightless parents too (it's canon now it's canon), there's even less of a reason to learn to fly. At some point, not flying might've even become something he stuck with out of stubbornness lol, knowing Phoenix.

(I will soon be making a couple small world building posts, but) flying isn't necessary to get around in their society. Convenient, sure, but Phoenix realized he could make do without, and so he did. Phoenix, you icon. Slay. 💅💅

i know this probably isn't the popular take with wing AUs??, but Phoenix being flightless (or at least semi-flightless) sounded like a really fun take on the idea to me. His name is irony at its peak. I also look forward to exploring how other characters react to him not flying. The prosecutors are going to have so many cheap insult opportunities.

As I mentioned though, he still uses his wings a LOT, though. He's much more emotive with them than most people. His sarcastic inner-dialogue remarks are also betrayed by his wings lmao

I also imagine bird-folk never really invented bikes (riding would just be annoying with their wings, plus bikes aren't fast/efficient enough to outweigh just flying), so instead, Phoenix gets around on a little wing-powered scooter device (like scootaloo lol) (they're usually made for children who can't fly yet, but Phoenix still uses one)

finally, wow, stellar jay’s are quite literally just phoenix wright as a bird lmao? color scheme, hair, it’s uncanny. give it a pink tie and it just is Phoenix Wright, i used a blue jay since they’ve got a bit more striking wings but wow.

(ty again for the support and for reading my essay ! :3)

one more thing, but @kora-kat YES YES YES this. ^^^^ omg THIS. this is still true even though he's a jay now.

[yiichan]

Could you please do a yandere mingyu x male reader, the reader is the same height as him but not at all buff like he is and that’s what mingyu likes to tease him about

pairings. yandere!roommate!mingyu x male!reader (ft. roommates!minghao & seokmin) word count. 1.2k. genre. yandere, request

warnings. obsessive behaviour, reader is oblivious, minghao is sharp, seokmin is kinda oblivious too.

writer's notes. sorry that i took so long, i love the idea though!!

thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

network: @mansaenetwork

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One thing that always stood out between you and your best friend was the obvious contrast in your builds. And no, it wasn’t your height—at 1.87 meters (a solid 6’2”), you and Kim Mingyu both towered over most people. What really set you apart was your body type.

Mingyu was all broad shoulders and bulging muscles, the kind of guy who spent hours in the gym, sculpting himself until his arms were as thick as a child’s backpack. You, on the other hand, were… well, different. Your lean frame, messy hair, and ever-present glasses gave you the appearance of a classic otaku, someone more likely to be glued to a computer screen than lifting weights.

Mingyu had a habit of leaning in close—too close. Every time he teased you about your body type, his dark eyes would sparkle with something unreadable, a grin tugging at his lips like he was enjoying a private joke only he understood.

"Come on, skinny," he chuckled, poking your side as you fumbled with your phone. "I bet I could bench press you. Twice."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your glasses, though you couldn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks. "Sure, gym rat. But could you even spell 'bench press'?" It was your usual weak comeback, but Mingyu didn’t seem to care. In fact, he laughed a little too hard, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laughter always lingered longer than it should, his hand resting on your shoulder a little too comfortably.

No matter how much he teased you, Mingyu always found a reason to be near, to touch you, like he couldn’t stand the idea of being too far away. His grip would tighten ever so slightly, as if staking his claim in a way you didn’t even notice. To you, it was all just harmless fun. But to him? There was something possessive in the way his eyes followed your every movement, a hidden hunger behind his brown orbs. 

“C’mon, Mr. Otaku. You really need to hit the gym—even Minghao’s starting to bulk up,” Seokmin teased between mouthfuls of pancakes. You glanced at Minghao, who sat beside him, and couldn’t help but notice the subtle flex in his toned arms as he shrugged.

Your lips twitched. Maybe Seokmin had a point—Minghao was definitely getting more fit.

But before you could think too much about it, Mingyu scoffed from beside you. Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his cheek firmly against your shoulder, his closeness so casual yet so possessive. “Nah,” he muttered, his voice low as his breath brushed your ear. “I like M/n just the way he is. He’s the perfect size.”

His words made you roll your eyes, but the warmth of his presence lingered longer than it should, making you shift slightly. “You’d say that just to avoid competition,” you shot back, but your voice lacked any real bite. 

Seokmin grinned, clearly in a playful mood, and reached over to ruffle your already-messy hair. "Seriously, you’d look great with a little muscle on you. Maybe I’ll start dragging you to the gym with me." He threw you a wink. 

The smile on Mingyu’s face froze, but you didn’t notice, too busy laughing off Seokmin’s comment. “Yeah, right. You’d have to wake me up for those early morning workouts, and we both know I’m a lost cause there.” You shrugged, brushing Seokmin's hand away half-heartedly.

Before you could react, Mingyu’s arm snaked around your shoulders, his grip firm—almost too tight, his body pressed close against yours. “Hands off,” Mingyu said, the playful tone in his voice masking the sudden chill in his eyes. “M/n’s already got a personal trainer, right?” His smile seemed forced as he looked at Seokmin, daring him to push further.

Seokmin chuckled, unaware of the tension. “Alright, alright, possessive much?” he teased, not noticing how Mingyu’s jaw clenched for a brief second.

But Minghao did.

He watched the scene unfold with sharp eyes, noting the way Mingyu’s hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder, the tension in his grip that you were completely oblivious to. Minghao exchanged a quick glance with Mingyu, who shot him a warning look in return. It was a brief moment, but it said everything.

You, of course, just rolled your eyes and shrugged off Mingyu’s arm. “You two act like I’m some prize to be won.”

Mingyu’s smile returned, but this time, there was something darker behind it. “Exactly.”

As the conversation moved on, you started gathering the empty plates, oblivious to the tension that still clung in the air. Seokmin was back to chatting away, completely unaware of the icy glares Mingyu had been shooting at him moments earlier.

Minghao, though, wasn’t letting it go that easily.

When Seokmin leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily, Minghao leaned in closer, his voice low enough for only Seokmin to hear. “You should stop pushing it with M/n.”

Seokmin blinked, confused by the serious tone. “What? Why?” He glanced at you, still jokingly struggling to stack the plates. “We’re just messing around. It’s all in good fun.”

Minghao’s eyes flicked briefly to Mingyu, who was watching you a little too intently as you worked. His possessive grip on your shoulder earlier hadn’t escaped Minghao’s notice. “Yeah, well… Mingyu doesn’t see it that way.”

Seokmin chuckled, shaking his head. “Mingyu? He’s just being his usual self. Always glued to M/n’s side.” But the easy smile on his face faltered when he caught the look in Minghao’s eyes—serious, almost warning him to be more careful.

“Mingyu’s glued to M/n’s side for a reason,” Minghao whispered, leaning in just a little closer. “Just… pay attention next time, okay? It’s not as harmless as you think.”

Seokmin frowned, glancing toward Mingyu, who was now at your side, helping you with the dishes. From an outsider’s perspective, everything seemed normal—just friends hanging out. But now, Seokmin noticed the way Mingyu hovered too closely, the subtle way he touched you, like he was making sure you stayed within his reach.

“Are you saying…” Seokmin started, but Minghao quickly shook his head.

“I’m not saying anything outright,” Minghao replied calmly. “But maybe stop trying to get so close to M/n. For your own sake.”

Seokmin's eyes widened slightly, but before he could respond, you turned around, giving them both a puzzled look. “Hey, you two gonna help out, or just sit there whispering?”

Mingyu smiled at you, all innocent again, but when his eyes shifted back to Seokmin, the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Seokmin felt a strange tension creep up on him, the weight of Minghao’s warning sinking in.

Before anything could go further, Minghao stepped in, casually blocking Seokmin behind him, cutting off Mingyu’s gaze. “We’re coming,” Minghao said, his tone calm but firm.

Mingyu’s eyes lingered on Seokmin for just a second longer, but when he looked at you, the smile was back in full force. You, still completely unaware of the silent exchange, raised an eyebrow. “You guys coming or what? I’m not doing this by myself.”

Seokmin gave a quick nod, shaking off the strange feeling. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” he muttered, quieter than usual.

As they headed toward you, Minghao shot one last glance at Mingyu. Mingyu’s smile stayed, but the look in his eyes hadn’t softened at all.

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[natewriteslol]

"Short" Fuse

Summary: Despite not really being close, Chilchuck opens up to you about being short, you listen and offer some interesting counters to his insecurities.

A/N: a lil sum sum :P

It had been a long, adventurous day, yet Laios continued his search within the dungeon for some food. The entire party was hungry, but of course the two chefs especially held the urge to eat. They both wanted to go after these specific monsters in the area that could be tasty, something about these snail creatures and main course. Despite apprehension from Marcille she tagged along and Izutsumi not wanting to miss out on the action and still wasn't tired due to her slight nocturnal nature followed suit.

They assured the remaining two should keep watch of the supplies of your camp. And with waves from all of them except from the beastman, the four were engulfed within the darkness of the dungeon.

Leaving solely you and Chilchuck.

Your relationship was most definitely not the closest as he adopted a fatherly nature amongst the other members of the party except for Senshi and you. And whilst that makes sense as the dwarf and yourself were both adults just like Chilchuck, it still was completely different.

You honestly just chalked it up to you joining the party at a later date than the rest, despite bonding with the rest of your other people, even getting closer with someone as combative as Izutsumi.

Truth be told, you couldn't stand it as you were at a stand still of a lack of satisfaction. You weren't liked and you weren't disliked as you both almost never spoke to one another. But you persevered and decided to completely break the ice, not caring if you were being weird at this point.

"How is your sight so good?"

He was caught completely off guard, thinking that you both were going to sit in silence the whole time.

"What do you mean?" Chilchuck asked back, side eyeing you.

"When defeating golems, you're the first to spot their hearts before anyone and you spot weak points on different creatures also that others are blind to. How do you do that?" You explained.

"Half-foots typically have keen eyesight, it comes with the hearing too. Big eyes, big ears," he put it simply.

You continued to poke and prod at him and you ended up making decent conversation with the man, even getting a couple of laughs. But somehow your topic had evolved from weaknesses, to then insecurities.

"Laois is an idiot, but I would rather have more height and be able to perform in battle a little more. Half Foots mainly need to stay out of the way and let other people handle it. It feels...cowardly," he says, putting his arms on top of his knees and sighing.

It was catching you a bit off guard but I guess the saying of opening up to a stranger than someone you know is making itself very apparent at the moment.

"I completely disagree man," you replied, taking a more casual approach.

Chilchuck didn't want to completely block your opinion and he was curious about what you had to say surprisingly , "What are you saying?"

"I'd argue every person in here obviously has an asset that they possess, meaning one would fall apart without the other. Also we have all been in close to death situations and you're usually the most likely to survive due to your height," you explained, poking at the fire with a twig as you sat on the cold dungeon floor.

"I guess," he replied, looking off to the side. But the look on his face had told another story, as if the brunette had more to say.

.

.

.

"Ever since my wife left me, I've been more caring about how people percieve me. Gets on my goddamn nerves."

There it was.

The Half-Foot blurted out, both horrified and relieved he got that off his chest. He held a small pebble within his palm, semi- gently throwing a rock into the fire, crackling the wood and which sent out light embers into the air.

He had been definitely holding that in for a long time, and had no idea how to say it or if he could even speak it aloud. It's common for people to feel that way, more vigilant and embarrassed over what others have to say about them especially if they're single. But it had been a while since the Half-Foot truly felt it after being married for so long.

And for the past five years, it had been completely gnawing at him and his security as a man. He was twenty nine yet still couldn't shake that feeling, but with his occupation, Chilchuck couldn't exactly dwell on romance mid-lock picking or battle.

But on quiet nights like this, it got to him.

"Well, you're lucky you're a good looking guy, otherwise you would be screwed," you said bluntly, taking off your boot to get some dirt out from the inside. He was honestly speechless, had you of all people thought that? Or were you just talking to make him feel better.

But this whole interaction makes him feel so weird, but it's not a... negative feeling.

"You are so damn ridiculous, you know that?"

"You can think whatever you want Chilchuck, but I think deep down you know I'm right," you said, your eyes still fixated on your boot cleaning process. Your statement made a blush spread across his cheeks.

"This dungeon is making me talk to you, I swear," he replied frustratedly, growing "tired" of your antics.

"Well good thing we had this talk, since we both have had things on our mind for a while, huh?"

Although you both opened up about how you've been feeling, Chilchuck was doing a majority of the talking on this subject. Was that what you mean? The beginning when you were talking about yourself and not his appearance and you finding him attractive?

Right?

And just as he was about to inquire further, the short man was quickly cut off by a certain loud blonde.

"Hey guys, we're back!" Laios said excitedly from afar, his voice echoing slightly on the dungeon walls, his hands were wet with wet giant snails whilst Senshi carried a large sack of god knows what on his back.

Marcille and Itsuzumi looked green in the face with disgust, but you knew they would most definitely eat the monster Escargot that you knew the dwarf would whip up. The sight always brought a smile to your face, especially their hypocrisy in finding everything Senshi and Laois made yummy.

As you sat up to go and help with dinner, you looked over your shoulder, "Thanks for the talk Chilchuck, we should do this more often."

This was might not curate the best outcome, but why didn't he want to stop?

Why the hell did he even care?

[eves4pple]

MUKAMI HOUSEHOLD HC’S

A/n: Long time no see!! Work and life got super crazy but I’ve been indulging in Diabolik Lovers again! Alongside that! For a few months I’ve been rewriting DL (more like my own au!!) just small tweaks and adding more realistic characterizations to characters I enjoy! So I decided to make a list of my headcanons for the Mukami household + Yui (she’s my beauty)

TW: slight mention and hint at abuse, mention of sexual abuse, mention of animal death

Take all of these at face value I’ve done my research to the best of my abilities and are basing this off of the things I’ve read, played, and watched! Plus my own little personal things!

- A quieter household. Each brother seems to have their own hobbies and tends to stick to themselves. This doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy each others company, they seem like the only group to like REALLY enjoy being around each other. Brother banter and all that nonsense.

- isn’t the safest but compared to the Sakamaki household Yui is in less danger. She actually spends more time pursuing schooling and smaller hobbies here without much backlash. Yuma and her garden often and Ruki helps her study. But of course this kinda stuff is paid back in blood so, you win some loose some

- Yuma will tease all 3 brothers for their height, I believe this may be canon? But it’s really Kou he has spats with over their heights. As an idol Kou is notoriously over dramatic and borderline narcissistic (and very full of himself) so he’s kinda pissy Yuma hangs his height over his head, but it’s all in good fun! (Usually)

-Yui and Ruki don’t really get along in the beginning. Which duh, but after a long period of time Yui began to get annoyed with being bossed around? I mean I would to, so he kinda grossed her out. Too much like an Ayato Reiji mix

- it’s mentioned either that in a CD or clip from more blood (the game) that Yui housed a kitten and was healing it back to health and Ruki killed it. This also kinda solidified their relationship into not being great. Yui believes very strongly in her morals and Ruki is one to oppose them. Meaning that in her eyes he’s cruel and in his she’s weak.

- Azusa is super interested in religions. Not like in them but he thinks the rules and regulations are kinda interesting to look into, he asks Yui a lot of questions about her faith and what it means to her.

- Yuma and Yui get along the best, the brothers were once human and I feel like don’t lack empathy to the extent pure bloods do. Course they will make comments that have Yui going “???” Because they are still entitled vampires

- The kinda group to have annoying ass orders at cafes. They don’t go out as a group much but when they get the chance they do. So when Yui joined she tagged along (of course they were like helicopter parents). Kou wants something sweet all the time so it’s either a milkshake/frappe nonsense, Ruki is the one who makes in super obvious he “just wants a black coffee. Black, no sugar or cream”, now Azusa’s order isn’t hard but he’s so quiet that it’s hard to catch it all so it’s usually made wrong on accident. Yuma sticks to the same thing but it’s a coffee with like 13 different steps that by the end it’s like a concoction of sugar, cream, flavoring, and coffee.

- Yui has an easy order, usually a tea. She avoids most coffee’s due to her sleep already being out of whack

- Yui has nightmares often due to the abuse she’s faced and she’s semi opened up to Azusa abt them in passing but tends to shut it down if pried.

- Ruki is stressed almost always. With the stress of being Adam kinda solely falling on his shoulders he doesn’t sleep often or even at all.

- this is supposedly canon but, Yuma likes bigger curvy girls in my mind :3

- Kou likes Kesha, Megan, and other female rap/pop artists. I also feel like Yui also dabbles with that kinda music but it isn’t her favorite

- Yuma’s the kinda brother that gives his brothers the faulty gaming controller :/

- Yuma and Kou smoke weed 100% idk I feel like they’d enjoy it, Ruki has a few times but usually just tells them off. Azusa has zero interest, Yui also has dabbled and she enjoyed it but getting high with like supernatural creatures can be… anxiety inducing?

- Ruki seems like one of those kids who’d have a super non trad kinda pet? Idk a snake or something. Not messy, loud, and chill

- Kou seems like the type to be sex repulsed often? He’s an idol and gets sexualized a lot in the limelight so bad correlation but even if he hates it he still does it to Yui

- Yui also is very sex repulsed

- yuma has a hard time coming to terms with his past with Shuu? It’s a weird grief thingy

- I feel like sometimes, only sometimes, they miss being human. I believe it’s semi mentioned already. But I feel like when Yui started living with them they started noticing that feeling more in an angry/sad way.

[rae-pss]

Hello again rae! So I just saw that you read my ask about my think in chap 5 in whb. And I am so happy we have thing in common so here I give you some another imagine of whb self aware idea for you. Since I think about it long enough and want to share it with you. ( Just take you time to have a idea to writing about this content , I will be waiting 😄 ).

Just imagine that we ( the reader ) found out a way to control the mc in a short or long moment or talk through the mc body.

- Everytime sitri call the mc (Ra-on) solomon ( own sexy pewpaw , I can't lie the fact that he so beautiful , no wonder god like him ). the reader will be like ' I will find a way to control the mc to make them ignore him or make him cry on his knee to apologize and call out the MC's name correctly '.

- everytime the seraphim attack the hell or even talk nonsense about kill the mc or enything about god the reader will be like ' no wonder why god leave you all , because you all are so annoying and dumb '.

- ( Like I say in another ask about bully leviathan ) in his H-scent , the moment he talk shit about minhyeok and say human are weak then the reader like ' fuck this , I will teach you lesson ' control the Mc body and then dominant him back like choke him by the whip he give them and then choke him hard until he almost faint then I will stop. And no is not done yet. Is the mc not dominant the hell out of him then the reader will do it , until he beg for more and I will stop and get out of there leave him like that as a pay back. ( cockblock him make him so close to cum and then leave him like that ).

And that all what I want to say. And feel free to use my imagine is one of it make you have a idea to write , I even happy is you do ☺️😄🤔

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . shout out to the inspiration i suddenly got to do sitri and levi' parts. i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 944 words, first it's sitri, then gabriel, and lastly leaviathan. mentions of the word cock and choking (character receiving) in levi's part since it has a little smut (?).

how you achieved that was something that not even you could understand. was there even a way to do it? well, the existential questions could wait for another time, now you had to take advantage of every damn second that fate had given you.

you couldn't waste this opportunity to talk to your beloved characters.

the walk seemed very normal for the blue-stranded demon, one more of the many that sitri had taken with his beloved solomon since his recent return. how much he missed those moments of quiet peace when it was just him, solomon, and their precious heartbeat.

—how are you feeling, sol-?

the demon didn't even have time before one hand grabbed the black cravat (handkerchief) of his shirt and then pulled with force, thus making his eyes come face to face with solomon's. and, once again gaining on him in time, they spoke loud and clear.

—call me by that dead man's name one more time and you'll end up crying on a street corner, ignored by me until the day I decide to forgive your sorry ass.

their eyes seemed to shine with a unique intensity. it was certainly similar to how satan's eyes did when someone alluded to his lack of height; however, something about them appeared different. it wasn't the usual way their irises looked, now they felt more… more alive.

regardless, a few seconds later their hand left his garment as quickly as they had first grabbed it. their expression showed some stupor, but sitri decided to disregard it for the moment. maybe the influence of his king was harming his beloved sol- his beloved ra-on.

no one could say exactly how many times they had already met, nor was it so crucial to know the number. not when, once again, the Seraph was flying over a devastated and decaying gehenna, looking down from the sky at the destruction he and his angels had brought to the kingdom of wrath.

despite the initial pleasure that such sights brought him, his smile was erased from his pale face when his eyes fell on the figure of a certain human.

"that damn descendant of that dead man..."

with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw already clenched, gabriel pointed the blade of his scythe at them.

—how annoying it's... you foolish human being still alive.

and, as usually happened in each of his meetings, not very pleasant ones to whoever had to listen to the white-haired angel, he began to talk and talk about his love for god, about how everyone who wasn’t in heaven were beings unworthy of being alive, of how god will return, of how he should kill them in an instant... in general, he began his long monologue with himself out loud.

—no wonder why god left you all, i mean, you’re so annoying.

that was as if a drop of water had fallen on his head. some words that he never expected to hear from that human's lips. a simple phrase that awakened every desire to end their pathetic existence once and for all.

—you, insolent child!

he could say little more when, as usually happened, the demons made an appearance and the battle started once more.

the day he had them in his hands... that day gabriel would make them pay for having dared to say such things, about him and his dear god.

this was new. it was the first time in his long existence as king that someone had left him in such a miserable state without even hesitating twice. so renewed was it that, even there leviathan was still lying on the ground with his right hand on his neck, caressing the irritated skin, and his cock standing proud waiting for any release.

not long ago he was with that descendant of solomon, that peculiar human, helping them with the dose of demonic essence they so much needed to stay alive down there. although, he thought he’d give it to them in his way.

what he never expected from such an excuse of a being was that they’d use his tactics against him so naturally.

it was the exact moment in which their gaze became more intense, their fist tightened the handle of the whip and, with a sigh escaping past their lips, they took a few assertive steps forward until, without even thinking about it, they wrapped the rope around his neck. and tightened the material.

seconds were what leviathan needed to notice how the air disappeared agonizingly from his lungs, how the little oxygen in him vanished after the oppression of the whip around his neck.

—don't think you can go around saying those things like it's nothing.

the human commented fiercely, letting themselves sit comfortably on his lap without any problem. the force they used on the object increased and decreased depending on how blue they noticed his face. yet, some other color also dared to be seen on his cheeks.

—this excites you, doesn't it? 

they spat hatefully, squeezing the ends of the whip harder, they let the demon beneath their body writhe in a mixture of the most lascivious of pleasures and the most tortuous of agonies. all of this would have been better if they hadn't noticed his hardened member twitching underneath their crotch.

—pathetic that you get so eager when being choked... as pathetic as only you could be.

from there, everything became a blurry memory for him. a memory blinded by the balance of passion and pain that ended once they had their fair fun with him. to then, leave him there on the floor like the waste they remarked him he was.

[suggs444]

Bad For Buisness:

William Afton/Steve Raglan x Reader

Sypnopsis: You find out your boss, Steve, who is also your secret lover, has a false identity. As well as an unknown history. You attempt to be reasonable, to set things right, but your boss .. well, he knows you all too well.

TW: swearing, degrading, manipulating, implied sexual actions.

Authors note: Hi, Suggs here. So this is my first x reader that I’ve written in a long long time. And it’s my first ever William Afton based one too. I literally saw the movie and I was 🙈🙈 whenever peepaw was on screen. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy and lmk if you want more / a part two. Thanks for reading !! <33

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“I should tell everyone!”

You protest, boldly, standing on the other side of Afton’s desk. Your arms cross in an attempt to assert your dominance in this situation - which is rare. William was usually the one with the upper hand. You were foolish to think otherwise, even now.

There he sat with his sunken frame, slouched in his office chair, hands loosely intertwined in his lap. Brows raised in mocking surprise, almost expecting, as if waiting for you to come to your senses. He stares, and you find yourself stuck for words.

You gulp, hard. Frozen in his icy gaze.

“I mean — you’re lying to our consumers! To your staff - to me! Your names not Steve Raglan ..” Your words drift off, lacking much defence and reason.

“It’s bad for business.”

You continue, proudly, pointing your chin upward. As though that sentence completely justified your debate.

William’s head tilts slightly,

“Since when do you care about business quality, y/n?”

You didn’t care. He knew it, and he knew you all too well. Well enough to know you didn’t give a shit about the business, or anyone else. You were upset about not knowing every little detail about him. You’re obsessed. Needy, he knows. Only the two of you mattered. The secret of your intimacy. The sneaking off, the inappropriate relationship. Now, that? That was bad for business.

“Hm?” He presses, condescendingly, brows raising more while waiting for an answer as he sits forward out of his slouch. His exposed forearms coming to lean against the table.

You’re quiet, already. Defeated.

He sucks on his teeth.

“That’s what I thought.”

He leans back into his chair with an exhale, shaking his head.

“I’ve done some things, y/n.” He confesses, “-bad things.”

You can only stare at him.

He pushes himself out of his chair, eyes remaining pinned to yours. You knew your boss wasn’t a good man, fuck, maybe that’s what drew you to him, but you hadn’t expected this.

“What things?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He cuts you off, stern. Stern enough that you know not to push it any more. You bite your tongue, suddenly feeling small by his towering height. William wasn’t a necessarily attractive man, or at least not for everyone. He was older than you. Much older. But clever, so very clever - and wise. Something about his stability, the way he carried himself. The reassurance he gave you and the praise. You could hardly resist him.

“Had to cover my tracks. Tie up loose ends, do you understand? That’s my business, it’s need to know and you don’t.” His voice, a nasal drawl as he slowly rounded the desk, the pads of his fingers drawing along the old wood as he reached you.

“And I certainly don’t need you,” he pauses, pressing his torso against your back. You can feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his scent, a mix of cheap cologne and tobacco.

“-running your sweet mouth and spilling my secrets.” He continues. You melt against him despite the firmness of his tone. You were a slave to your desires. Only he could make the meanest things sound so indulging.

You hum at the closeness. Trying to remain strong headed despite your vision clouding from the intensity of the lustful haze you had for this man. You weren’t weak, just devoted.

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

You do.

“Do you understand?”

You nod stubbornly. He tuts,

“Use your words, y/n.”

“I understand.”

He shoots you a unsatisfied look.

You sigh, “I understand, sir.”

He smiles then, cockily, knowing he had won this time. His eyes creasing beneath his glasses.

“That’s my girl.” He coos, a warm hand coming to cup your cheek. Your eyes close, savouring the action, leaning into his palm. He was always so busy, so intimacy came slim. A rarity. You learnt to enjoy the small gestures.

The warmth was gone the next second. Opening your eyes to find him returning to his seat. You whined softly, turning to him as he settled back in his chair - instantly going back to his paperwork.

“That’s it?” You plead.

His eyes shot up to you over his glasses. Almost surprised you were still there. He sighs through his nose.

“Tell you what,” he lifts his head to give you his full attention.

“You’ve got the rest of this week to prove you can keep your mouth shut. I wanna trust you, y/n. I can do that, can’t I?”

You nod, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mr Afto-“ You stop yourself, realising you’re using his real name, his secret name. He’s glaring.

“-Mr Raglan.” You correct yourself, smiling wearily.

“Much better. Keep that up, and I’ll make up for lost time. I’ll give you what you need.”

You sigh sweetly, nodding. The mere thought of that making your knees weak.

“I won’t let you down, I promise.”

You reassure, shooting him one last smile as you turn and leave.

The week can’t end soon enough.

[featherlight-touches]

Let me help

Kaveh/Tighnari

a/n: a request from @riisada thank you so much for your request! here you go, a short and sweet one shot of Kaveh and Tighnari. Enjoy!

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It was evening time in Sumeru and the indirect evening light bathed the room in a warm glow, bringing out gold highlights in the furniture. Kaveh and Tighnari, being the first two home from a long day at work, shared a comfortable time together, nestled cozily on the sofa in their shared home.

Kaveh had been ranting about his day, as per usual while Tighnari would usually offer useful suggestions to his problems. However, that didn’t seem to be the case this evening. Tighnari had offered no words or lectures but rather brief and distracted responses.

Kaveh looked down to the fox cuddled up beside him and sensed something was amiss. His focus was not on their conversation at all, even his posture was off. “Hey, Tighnari?” he gently probed, nudging the shoulder leaned against his own to knock Tighnari out of his daze. “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” Tighnari blinked, an ear twitched as a particular loud bird sang outside their window. “Oh, yes. I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Kaveh hummed, suspicious of Tighnari before leaning in closer to get a better look at those gorgeous eyes of his. The closeness caused Tighnari’s eyes to widen curiously along with another twitch of his ear.

“What?”

“Something is going on up here,” Kaveh brought his finger up to tap gently upon Tighnari’s temple. “You’re never usually this quiet unless you’re pondering deeply about something. What’s on your mind?”

Tighnari huffed out a small chuckle. “Nothing to be concerned about, Kaveh.” He brought his head back to Kaveh’s shoulder with a small nuzzle.

“Hey now,” Kaveh reached his hand to the back of Tighnari’s neck, gently stroking his thumb upwards. “You listen to me go on about my problems all the time. Let me help you.”

He noted that Tighnari’s ears perked at the sudden contact to his neck and was immediately succumb to his instincts, leaning into the touch which encouraged Kaveh to keep going. A sweet sigh emitted from the forest ranger and his body started to become heavier and limp.

“It’s really nothing,” Tighnari said softly, almost lost to the pleasure of Kaveh’s scratches.   

“Can’t I be the judge of that? Come on, talk to me.”

“Can’t…” Tighnari leaned more into the ministrations. “Feels too nice.”

Kaveh’s fingers came to a sudden halt and had to hold back an amused giggle at the sight of Tighnari’s disappointment.

“There, now that you’re no longer distracted, will you tell me?”  

Tighnari gave a loud, frustrated sigh before falling back onto the other side of the sofa, away from Kaveh. “Why is everyone in this house so stubborn? I don’t see what the big deal is, I’m just tired after a long day, that’s all. Isn’t that normal for everyone?”

“It is normal, yes. But you’re never usually lacking this much energy which is what was concerning me. Are you sure there’s nothing else bothering you?”

“Yeah, you!” Tighnari reached behind his head at the vacant sofa cushion and used it to whack the architect with. “Being so stubborn and using my weaknesses as a ploy to get me to talk when I’m tired!”

Kaveh yelped at the sudden contact of the pillow and looked down at the fox’s smirk in feigned shock. The playful wag of Tighnari’s tail was enough to let him know that he wasn’t angry but rather, challenging.

Kaveh chuckled. “I would never. Besides, that’s not your weakness. We all know that your weakness is right here!” -

Tighnari tried to protest in time, knowing what was coming but Kaveh managed to bring his fingers to Tighnari’s vulnerable tummy, and wiggled them playfully, effectively tickling him.

“Nohohoho!” Tighnari laughed, trying to squirm away but Kaveh decided to use their height difference to his advantage and keep the smaller male pinned beneath him by leaning across the couch to where he was laid. He continued to tickle Tighnari’s tummy, even reaching beneath the fabric of his clothes to spider across his skin.

“Nahahaha! Kahahaveh!”

“See, now this is your weakness, clearly.” Kaveh teased, coaxing out more of Tighnari’s delightful laughter. “You sure there is nothing else bothering you?”

Tighnari could barely respond over his laughter. His ears twitched and his tail wagged at the overwhelming happiness the tickles from Kaveh brought him.

Kaveh was overjoyed to see that radiant smile and his laughter was music to his ears. Even when his squeaks started to mix in with his laughter, he couldn’t help but laugh along. Usually when that noise happened, the tickling would be stopped, but Kaveh had yet to receive his answer.      

“I’m waiting,” Kaveh sang, using Tighnari’s tired and weakened state to lift his undershirt with barely any resistance. “Still nothing?”

Tighnari shook his head, still giggling even if the tickles had come to short halt, the cold air hitting his stomach was enough to grab his attention though. Ears perked and eyes widened as he watched Kaveh inhale deeply.

“W-Wait, Kaveh- NOHOHO!” he was cut off by the loud raspberry Kaveh blew onto his soft skin, sending ticklish vibrations across his body. Then another was blown, and then another keeping Tighnari in a mess of hiccupy, squeaky laughter. “OKAHAHAY! ENOUGH! No mohohore!”

Kaveh stopped, smiling down at the flustered fox, gently stroking away at the tears that formed in his eyes from all the laughing. “Breathe, it’s over now.”

“Mean … cruel … unfair … lummox!” Tighnari listed, panting to regain his breath. Kaveh couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, Tighnari.” He wasn’t. “I just wanted to see you smile at least once tonight, it always brightens my day.”

“Don’t try and sweet talk me now after you tortured me,” Tighnari pouted, his ear twitching in an adorably irritated manner.

“How about this instead then, hm?” Kaveh’s fingers returned to Tighnari’s tummy, which caused him to flinch at first contact but as soon as he felt the hand softly rub and caress the skin there, Tighnari couldn’t help but melt into the sofa cushions beneath him. “If you’re tired, you should at least relax and let me take care of you.”

Tighnari’s ears drooped in blissful relaxation and soon the silence of the room was filled with the sounds of his delighted and contented purrs. Kaveh’s hand was nice and soft against Tighnari’s tummy which only helped relax him.

The forest ranger soon held his arms up to invite Kaveh into an embrace, which he accepted. They cuddled up together on the sofa once again with Kaveh continuing to relax Tighnari with tummy rubs and soothing motions that he was sure would have the fox sleeping in no time.

Kaveh, with his head now laying on Tighnari’s chest, could feel the rumble of his purrs and the soothing sounds of Tighnari’s heartbeat, a wonderful combination to help him fall asleep as well.

A tail wrapped around them both protectively, with a small kiss to Kaveh’s head, savouring the moment of their shared tranquillity until both fell into a peaceful slumber.

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

What he thinks vs what she knows (Drabble)

Word count: 2k-ish

Warnings: self image, insecurities, internalize racism, self esteem issues, sappy lovers, teenagers being teenagers

(A/N: Had this saved up in my drafts, figured I post it since I’m still editing and getting ready for more Chispo and bruja content. Y’all are surviving a drought so I figured you’d like to get scraps 😭 you can see this as chipso y bruja canon? Uncanny? Maybe another au who knows? 🤔 I know I’m literally the author of this fanfic Anyways Thinking abt making a tag list for when I post so lemme know if you want to be tagged. Til the come get ya scraps! This one an agnsty one)

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Leo thinks he’s ugly.

He thinks it has to do with his frame. It’s too scrawny and weak. Not enough muscle, like the rest of his siblings who buff up endlessly. Or the Ares kids who have chiseled abs.  He doesn’t even have the height to gain such strength. Or the right body fat percentage.

Maybe he’s ugly because he doesn’t have wavy hair like a Greek should. He has tight curls that seem to go everywhere, never in one place. Messy and kinky in all directions. No one ever seems to notice when it’s comb and neat. 

His skin can be the reason why he’s ugly. It’s not perfectly pure white. And it’s not just the right olive tan. He’s dark that awful awful color— Moreno feo! His aunt would hiss at him. As if she wasn’t the same color. 

Or could it be his scars? They’re littered onto his body jagged and spread over his arms and hands. Not to mention the disfigured tissue from the left of his face and downwards, all red-brown burns spread over him.

If none of those things prove that he’s ugly, then maybe his face will. 

He doesn’t have a strong chiseled jaw, even after puberty, it’s still soft with some baby fat. Except for his way too pointed chin. The smile he paints on, definitely crooked and awkward; not perfectly straight shining white teeth.

Lips are usually chapped, because he kind of sucks at self-care. Proof by all his acne scars over his cheeks. Besides his weird moles. And who can forget the weak peach fuzz placed on his upper lip. Upwards his small, wide, and awkwardly squished nose.

Above that is not sky blue or green or any other unique  color— but his dirt-ugly brown eyes, baggy from his lack of sleep some days, and way too thick eyebrows. 

The worst part of it all, is his pointy ears. They stuck out enough to notice. The first thing people would see. They were stupidly pointy. And ultimately what Leo was most known for:

Fuckin hobbit 

Elf 

Troll

Imp

Mexican Spock he didn’t even like Star-trek!

The list just goes on. 

All these things make Leo thinks he’s ugly. Bullies and ex-infatuations have been sure to let him know it. 

So to himself — Leo’s ugly.

—

Breisa loves Leo. She loves how he makes her feel. And how he cares. Or how he shows his love. She loves the warmth he brings. The dizziness she feels when she’s with him. He never fails to make laugh. Or her feel any less important, more than just his girlfriend. His compliment. Not his missing piece.

But one thing that irks her, is how he can’t see himself in the same light as she sees him. He doesn’t love himself the way he loves her. It hurts to see that. 

Breisa wanted him to be able to have the self confidence in himself. He’s so smart, sweet, funny, strong, handsome, and caring but in his charming way. Despite how awkward or weird he could be which she had to admit was also cute he was charming in his own little way.

 Hopefully her plan was the best way to show him. 

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“Come on!” Breisa smiles and dragged Leo from behind, “Ya llegamos!”

“Alright alright—stump!” Leo tripped and face planted into the dirt. “Ow.” His voice went small.

“Oh my bad.” She winced, helping him up. Dusting off his clothes from the dirt. “Didn’t mean to get so excited.”

He spit grass out his mouth, “No worries, cariño.”

 He wipes off the dirt with a bandanna from his back pocket. 

“It’s not like that I can get any less dirt-ugly” Leo laughed.

Breisa frowned at that. “Let's just keep going.” 

Then she pushed through an overgrown bush, leaving him confused. 

‘She always laughs at my jokes…’ Leo thought to himself; anxiously fiddling with his silver ring he made out of metal scraps and pennant washers. 

“Leo, apurate!” Breisa called. 

He shaked his head and breathed in, ‘Worryin’, over nothing. No seas pendejo.’

Trudging forward he pushes through the leaves, trying not to get smacked by branches and vines. 

As he stumbled out— almost face plant again when Breisa caught his arm. 

“Careful.” She smiled down at him. 

“Ya sabe.” Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Why are we here?”

All she does is point with her lips— forwards. 

As Leo glanced over, his eyes caught where the rocks met a grassy field. Overlooking the underside of a hill.

A fuzzy rose-patterned blanket laid out, a picnic basket holding it in place. Next to the basket was a sketchbook, pencils, and a little radio. And the view of Camp-Half-blood spread out below them. From the Strawberry fields to lava rock climbing wall.

“Woah.” He breathed. “Did you—?”

“Yup.” Breisa grinned. 

“Picnic date—?” 

“Uh-huh.” She answered. 

“For me—?”

“Yes.” Breisa huffed jokingly. “Siéntate, lindo. No te preocupes por nada.” She plopped down and patted the spot next to her. 

“Bossy.” Leo sticks his tongue but laid back into the blanket. 

She mimicked his face. “Whatever. Since I’m so bossy, I guess all these tortas and Capri-suns should be for myself.”

He popped an eye open. “Tortas with ham, chips, and cheddar cheese? Topped off with tapatío?”

“My speciality.” She started digging from the picnic basket. “But guess you don’t want some. Cause I’m so bossy.”

“Espérate.” He sat up, “Sólo porque eres así— I don’t have to die of hunger.”

“Nah, pero soy mandona.” She munched on the sandwich. 

“Hey!” Leo jumped.“I want some!”

“No way!” Breisa pushed his face away. “I don’t want to annoy you. I’m mean and bossy so my food must be bad.”

“Awe come on, it's still editable!” He laughed. 

“Now you really ain’t getting nothing!” 

—

Leo sighed satisfied, laying back on the blanket.

“Guess my food was editable?” Breisa raised an eyebrow. 

“It was alright, I guess.” He shrugged. 

Breisa shook her head with disbelief. “Tell that to the four tortas, bowl of fresas, and endless capri-suns.”

“No te oyes. Sugar crash. So sleepy.” Leo closed his eyes. 

Breisa rolled her eyes. Flicked his forehead. Then pulled her sketchbook onto her lap. Without even thinking she began to sketch a picture of him. 

Pages and pages of Leo began to fill her sketchbook, it’s become a habit of her to have at least one drawing of him in each. Always having three hearts or a little flame next to each sketch. 

Before, she would have never admitted having these drawings of him. Only because it would inflate his gaintanic ego. Leo being Leo, he would have something annoying to say.

Now even  she knows that it was his way of saying— ‘I like you a lot. I just say stupid stuff because it’s easier to get your attention.’

 It doesn’t make him less annoying, even as her significant other.

“What are you drawing?” Leo suddenly appeared beside her.

After her surprise wore down. She traced her pencil idly and muttered, “You.”

Leo stared at her for a good long minute before bursting into laughter. 

“Why are you laughin’?” She flushed, feeling a little embarrassed. 

He calmed down and smiled. “It’s nothing— just..” He snorted again, looking at himself, “Why do I look like that?” 

“Like what?” Breisa asked.

“Like all majestic and shit.” He waved his hands. “I ain’t that good looking. Or you know a profound art subject.” Leo rubbed his neck awkwardly with half of a smile on his face. “I’m just me, heh you know?”

Breisa put her sketchbook down, inhaled deeply, anf faced him. “Eres tan pendejo.”

“Say what now?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“You. Are. Stupid.” She said slowly. “You aren’t just whatever Leo. I draw how I see it. You’re cute, handsome, and freakin pretty. That’s why you’re my favorite muse.” 

Leo’s face burned…And so did his hair. 

Breisa reached up, pinched a curl between her fingers. It fsss as the flame went out. 

Leo cleared his throat, and swatted at the rest of his hair. “No way I’m that good looking. I’m sure there are other better people to be your muse. You must be blinded by love.” 

“I’m not blinded by nothin’.” Breisa fussed. “You just can’t and refuse to see what I see.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “See what? Fuck up half-melted ugly troll goblin thing—who shares no light to a girl like you?!”

She grabbed the sides of his face and made contact with his coffee brown eyes. Gods she melted when the sun made them glow. He automatically shut up any protest he had. 

Breisa brushed her thumb over his jaw, right at the scar.“I see a scrawny mofo with big beautiful brown eyes. A sideways smile that makes my heart flip. All wrapped up in that pretty face of his. Soft curls I can play with all day. Cute ears that get all red when I compliment him.

Hard working hands, that I can trace very dent and curve with my fingers. Strong arms that hold me in warm embrace. Just the right height so I don’t have to snap my neck up to look at.

Goofball pyromaniac but somehow suave n romantic. That knows everything about me, cares for me, and loves me. 

And even though he thinks he’s the scum of the earth. A monster burned with his scars in and out. Or  is undeserving of love because of some bullshit and stupid unworthy people from the past. They’re wrong. Cause to me, querido, you are the best person to ever walk into my life. And melt my heart.” 

Then Breisa planted her lips on him with tenderness, her hand on his chest, and moving another hand from his jaw to his curls.

Leo squeaked and brain short-circuited. Half of it was racing with thoughts while the other half went numb. ‘Do something idiot!’ His brain finally scolded. Arms wrapped around her waist and he sighed against her lips.

When she pulled away, his lips still tingled pleasantly. Just like every other kiss they shared.

Then she looked at him with so much love and admiration. He nearly cried. 

But he shook himself out of love-sickness and gave her a deadpan look. 

“Ok, you really gotta stop kissing me without warning.” Leo huffed, swatting his hair which was probably on fire. Again.

Breisa snickered at him. 

“En serio.” He empathized half-heartedly. “You realize how many times I’ve almost passed out? Or bursted into flames? I could’ve started a Forest fire.”

“Eh,” She shrugged, "It's worth it to see you get all flustered.” Then she squished his face, while cupping his jaw again. “I love this face. ¡Qué lindo! ¡Qué guapo! ¡Te adoro! ¡Te quiero, mi amorcito! Such a pretty boy, Mwah!”

She kissed all over his face dramatically. Extra affectionate on his scars. 

“Stop.” Leo rolled his eyes. Yet, his big dumb grin that showed off his cute gap gave him away. 

“Nah.” Breisa smiled just as stupid, “I am not done admiring. And I’m not done with my sketch.” 

“Hmn. Guess I gotta keep being your muse.” Leo hummed leaning onto her palm.  

“Guess you do.” She pecked him on the lips. “I’m going to make sure I get all of your beauty.”

“You know my face better than me.” Leo agreed and kissed her again…and again…and again.

—

After that he walked back to his cabin holding Breisa by the hand. Lipstick marks all over his face and the folded sketch in his pocket. Thinking maybe he wasn’t so ugly.

[justyanle]

I warmly greet! Can I have a request for Miles Spider from Avatar please? Where the reader (human) tries to learn how to jump and climb trees like her good friend Spider does, but during the training she missteps and is in danger of falling down from a great height. She manages to grab the edges of the branch, but she can't climb back up, so out of sheer fear and desperation, she screams for help...and Spider hears her.

Please something cuteeeee, I adore this boy!❤️

Well Being

(Spider x f!Reader)

Spider has been helping you get used to the environment of Pandora until things go wrong or rather, right.

Content Warning: Fluff, slight swearing, reader almost getting hurt, more fluff, Spider x f!Reader

As of the moment, you were trying to imitate the boy who had grown up in the forest - he's strong and hasty, ridiculously jacked for his age.

You were another baby that got stuck on the green and bioluminescent lands of Pandora. Unlike Spider, you reserved yourself in the lab growing up, often preferring to study the surroundings rather than being in it.

Your athletic abilities weren't the best, usually having trouble trailing behind Spider's lean physique.

This disadvantage was one of the things you dreaded due to the fact you were currently trying to climb up a tall tree in the woods.

"Spider! This better be worth it!" you yelled at the boy far down on the ground as the only thing he was focused on was your figure high above a branch of the wood you were seated on.

"I won't catch you if you fall, you gotta learn how to be independent, [Y/N]!" he teased, a cheeky smile accompanying his face in amusement while you were doing your best to keep your body stable and balanced on the tree branch that stood high.

Spider knew you were lacking in the athletic field so he wanted to train you for the instances in the forest.

Though, that's what he wanted to believe.

Spider wanted to take you to all the breathtaking views and nature in the environment you grew opposite of. He was hoping to have more time and moments with you, the gushy feeling in his stomach would always bubble in his stomach when you were there, even just mentioned.

Pushing your nervous emotions to the side, standing up on the branch that had your knees shaky.

Jittering, you got your stance ready to leap onto another large piece of wood in front of you, searching for it's stability.

You wind up your body, preparing for the big leap you were about to perform. With all your might and strength, the locomotions of your body moved and -

"SHIT!"

Your hand was gripping onto the branch you had tried to make your big jump on, trying to compose all your body weight with a tight hold of your digits off the tree you were hanging off.

Not wanting to give up your pride, you tried to pull your body higher that was getting weighed down by Pandora's gravity, though that resulted in a shaking arm and a hand releasing its hold.

You were close to tears, not sure if it was because of the fear that you were going to possibly fall or if it was because of your ego hurting if you called for Spider.

Sighing, you could only prepare for the embarrassment and shame you would face after this inciden, not wanting to seem weak.

"Spider! Help!"

Spider's head followed the source of the high pitched sound of screams, the view he found was the image of your body dangling from a high piece of the tree you were climbing and jumping on.

"Shit! [Y/N]! Hang on, okay?!" he onwardly rushed to the tree with no signs of showing struggle, leaping and climbing onto branches one by one. His toned and muscular body was working it's way to you, his agility and flexibility working all at the same time.

The boy was nearing your aching body, trying to hold onto the tree for your life, your last moments could've been possibly happening. With one last jump, he was on the branch you were dangling off of.

"[Y/N]! You good?" he asked, taking your one arm that was still clinging to the Pandorian oak and pulling you with strength. Once he pulled you up enough, your other hand finally got ahold of the branch you were bracing yourself on and pushed your body weight up.

Spider has successfully pulled you onto the thick and sturdy branch where the two of you now shared the space on.

The scared boy spoke up, "My God, oh my God.." voice trembling and breathy due to the fact that he almost lost you and the speedy trek he performed in order to save the precious girl he adored.

"Thank you Spider.. Thank you..." you sweetly mumbled into his neck, basically straddling his thighs and kept your arms around his neck, his muscular biceps around and wrapped around your waist.

"You're okay now [Y/N], you're okay."

He felt foolish for making you risk your life just to be able to hang out with him rather than adjusting his ways for you, he felt immense shame and guilt creep into his chest, he couldn't take the mental picture of you - his [Y/N], being in danger just to have the ability to make memories with him.

But,

he knew he could only care less about his feelings at the moment, he only cared about you. All of you. He was more than relieved and happy to see your state of well-being with no bruises or scratches, it was perfect. You are perfect.

a/n: this is so half assed and im still suffering from the shame of accidentally posting a whole ass fanfic that was supposed 2 be a draft..... if u saw it no u didnt, thank you for requesting and my reqs r still open

[pastanest]

A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️

Daryl x Short!Reader

- let’s start with how you met

- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him

- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you

- so there you were, staring up at him

- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him

“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.

“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.

- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height

- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off

- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.

“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”

- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass

“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”

- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”

- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness

- in response, you rolled your eyes

“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”

- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh

“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.

“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.

- and so your friendship was established

- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid

- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you

- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds

- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted

- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that

- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass

- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off

- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations

- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned

- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted

“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.

“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”

- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?

- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side

“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”

- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully

“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried

“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.

“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“

He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.

“Ain’ much t’ handle.”

- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were

“Was that...a short joke?”

- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried

- but then, you burst out laughing

- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height

- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that

“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He’d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.

“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.

“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.

“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.

“If ya can reach.”

And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”

“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.

“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.

- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you

“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.

Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.

“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”

- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”

- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames

“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”

“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”

“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”

- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired

- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining

- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height

- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish

- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability

- and Daryl would be there in an instant

“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.

“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.

And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.

You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.

And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.

“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.

“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.

You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”

[weepinwriter]

“Within the depths of my being, a haunting familiarity lingers. Dread intertwines desire with uncertainty, and I wonder. Who are you?

Name : Nikita

Age : He is in his mid thirties

Height : 6’1

Appearance : Graceful, refined, and sophisticated: you’ll never see Nikita without a small, knowing smile gracing his porcelain face, accentuating his dark, knowing green eyes. Overall, he is rather monochrome, wearing your usual black suit, white-button up, and black tie tailor-made to fit his towering form of 6'1" and match his neatly cut black hair, which is often swept to the side to fall over his left eye (which if you look closely enough to, reflects a crescent moon). And if that wasn’t already enough to make everyone and their mother fall for him, he also likes to wear form-fitting slim black gloves. Additionally he has a scar, a very long and jagged scar that wraps around their left blade and trails all the way down their back in a zig-zagged fashion right down to their tailbone. And a long scar running across his throat.

Personality : Nikita is a very complex individual to deal with, who can be described as a mix of childlike curiosity and mature behavior. He has a calm and relaxed demeanor, but can also be cold and ruthless. Nikita enjoys pushing people's buttons and is proud of his intelligence and attractiveness. He is a skilled manipulator and cannot be trusted completely. He enjoys playing mind games with the inmates, taunting and provoking them relentlessly for some sort of reaction, anything to amuse him. He may act nice to everyone but cares for no one, will gladly climb on the back of others to reach his goal yet breaks at the slightest negative criticism. Will act like nothing's wrong as someone's bleeding all over him, and completely lacks warmth and humanity yet acts like it's his greatest traits. He is known for being flirtatious and enjoys the reactions of others. Nikita is sophisticated and unpredictable, having experienced a lot in his long life.

Background : [ Under Section 28, Article 59 of the Sensitive Information Protection Act, the confidential details pertaining to this individual are currently under stringent safeguarding measures. It is imperative to acknowledge that any unauthorized intrusion upon the privacy and anonymity of government administrators, military personals and warden's from reformation asylums will be met with immediate and irrevocable consequences, without the provision of a preceding trial. We kindly request utmost compliance in refraining from further inquiries or endeavors to access additional information regarding this individual. ]

Likes : lily of the valley, baking cakes, pranking the inmates, stargazing, music boxes, dry fruits (especially walnuts), reading ancient epics, eye pleasing visuals

Dislikes : rude people (the irony), the ocean, getting screamed at, criticisms, potatoes, humans in general, responsibilities, weak people (basically those who can't protect themselves)

Pet peeves : crying, shoes on the bed, obnoxious cracking of body parts, smell of blood (he's used to it, yet it still irks him to an extent)

Trivia :

tends to get hiccups whenever stressed or angry

shit talks everyone to anyone who listens. you see that guy? yeah his breathe smells like rotten potatoes, that girl over there? yeah her hair looks like a cat's balls.

unexpectedly Nikita despises physical contact, which is why he is always seen wearing gloves and if possible chooses not to touch anyone unless absolutely necessary

[thelampisaflashlight]

Pick Me Up pt. 1

[Semi-based on this little comic I did a year ago that people have been reblogging again recently. Dew hurts his back during practice, and Rain is a lot stronger than he looks.] Below the cut.

Despite what others might tell you, Dew has never found his height to be an issue while living on the surface. In fact, he rather likes the size of his vessel; Not quite so small that he is inconvenienced by it, and not so tall that his back need be kept perpetually hunched over indoors.

Sure, he wishes he was a little taller, maybe an inch... or four... so he didn't look so incredibly petit beside the other male ghouls, but it's fine.

He's fine.

Doesn't have a complex about it at all.

It's not like he's laid awake comparing himself to them.

Wondering what it would be like to be as towering as Mountain, as sturdy as Aether, or as balanced as Swiss.

No, never.

...Okay, maybe sometimes.

Most of the time.

Every day.

The only other person he's ever shared this particular insecurity with is Cumulus, because she gets it.

But while the ghoulette's height, or lack thereof, is seen as endearing or cute... Dew's has, historically speaking, been parsed as weakness.

How often had the other ghouls in his pack back in the pit looked at him with pity for being so small?

He'd been a good hunter, a provider, a hard worker... but that was never enough to earn their respect.

Among ghouls, even if you can walk the walk and talk the talk, if there's something about you that makes you seem weaker in the eyes of the pack leader, that's it; You are weak.

"Your mother was small." his father told him one day as he bundled him up in furs -For the lowest levels of Hell are a frozen wasteland, so cold that it burns- looking at him with gentle eyes, "But she was not weak. You are not weak. No matter what Princeps says, you are strong."

So why...

Dew feels something in his back pop.

The others must hear it, too, the way their heads all pivot to look at him.

Or maybe it's the sound of his instrument hitting the floor that draws their attention first.

Any which way-

"Are you okay??" Aeon squeaks from nearby, and, Satanas, Dew wants to disappear.

Instead, though, he stands there, hunched over for a moment as he tries to process what just happened.

His spine screams at him as he straightens it out, eliciting another loud pop, this time slotting whatever fell out of place back in, and then right back out.

The groan that escapes his body is entirely involuntary, and laced with pain.

Someone else is asking what's wrong now, but Dew ignores them in favor of gripping the railing of the practice stage and pinching his eyes shut as his back gives an audible click.

There's a collective hiss at the sound, and Dew decides that continuing to stand around like this isn't doing him any favors, so he eases himself down the railing, first to sit, and then down further, forcing his back to lay flat against the ground.

The bright overhead lights shine in his face, so he throws an arm over his eyes, the other coming to rest on his chest as he shifts his legs around.

"You good, Smokey?" Swiss asks, now looming over him, hands on his knees, "You're kind of scaring us, bud..."

"...m' fuckin' back's out..." Dew mutters through clenched teeth, "Get Aether."

Swiss' brow creases, "Shit, dude. Okay, okay... Thing One and Thing Two, go find Aether!"

Aeon and Aurora chirp in indignation at being called "Things" but an irritated croak from somewhere in the room has them headed out the door.

"How'd this even happen??" Rain wonders, appearing beside Swiss, looking down at Dew, worried.

Dew says nothing, because honestly even he isn't sure exactly what happened.

He thinks, maybe, he twisted when he should have turned, and something about the motion pulled something out of place during his usual back bend, not enough to cause problems on the way down, but the on the way back up...

"...I'm a fucking idiot." Dew winces, trying to sit up and failing miserably.

"Hey, hey, just stay still." Rain frets, "It's okay, you'll be okay."

"Goddd..." Dew groans.

"Oooohh... You know he's in pain if he's swearing like that." Swiss cringes.

.

.

.

Two weeks.

Two. Fucking. Weeks.

"It could be fine in a couple days, but I don't want you to push yourself." Aether had said while looking him over in the infirmary, "I can treat the pain, but the rest has to heal on its own."

"Let me die then." Dew had hisses as the older quintessence ghoul massaged along his spine.

"You're not going to die, Dew."

"Kill me then."

"Dew."

It's been three days now, and Dew's back is still bothering him.

He can't even get out of bed to use the bathroom without having to tell someone first for fear that he might have a spasm and fall over and hurt himself if left alone.

"Is taking it easy really that hard?" Rain scolds him after the water ghoul finds him sprawled out on the ground on his belly, having tried -and clearly failed- to go back to his usual routine despite his back creaking at him ominously, "You're injured, you need to lay down and rest!"

"I'm bored as shit!" Dew hisses, face half pressed into the carpet, unable to lift himself.

Rain crouches down and helps him, slowly, onto his feet, "You could always watch something on your laptop, or maybe read a book?"

"I already-"

Dew pauses and makes a face as Rain maneuvers him back onto the bed, rearranging his limbs around with ease.

"What?"

"Nothing." Dew settles against the pillows.

"You clearly have something on your mind." Rain says, crossing his arms, "Better to get it off your chest now than to stew in it."

"Do I weigh... like... nothing to you?"

Rain blinks.

"I mean, no, but..." he shrugs, "You're not too heavy, I guess?"

"...huh."

"Whatcha thinkin'?"

"If I... You think you could carry me to the living room?" Dew questions, watching Rain's brown curls bounce to the side as he tilts his head, "Could you carry me to the living room so I can watch TV? ...Please?"

"Will you stay put if I lay you down on the couch?" Rain asks, already leaning down to scoop the ghoul up.

"Sure, sure, just get me out of this place and I'll do whatever you say."

"I'm holding you to that." Rain sniffs, carefully lifting Dew up into his arms, and... Huh.

Dew isn't sure why, but there's something about being held like this that feels...

"Comfortable?"

Good.

"'s'not so bad."

Rain hums and carries him out of his room, stopping to pocket Dew's phone on the way out.

"Just in case."

The walk from the dorms to the ghouls' common area isn't that long, but Dew kind of wishes it was, if only so he could stay in Rain's arms a little longer.

Speaking of...

From this angle, Dew pretty much has no choice but to stare at the side of the ghoul's face.

He's never really thought about it before, but Rain's profile is really nice, and his nose is... would it be weird to say it's cute?

It's definitely on the larger side, but that's not a bad thing, in fact he thinks it makes some of his more delicate features a bit more balanced.

While he's lost in thought thinking about how weirdly handsome Rain is, the ghoul in question turns to look at him, grinning, "Something wrong?"

"Did you know noses are the dicks of the face?" Dew blurts and-

"Huh?"

-Oh fuck why did he say that??

[bluelocksource]

Hiori Yō’s trivia (src: twt & Egoist Bible 2)

"Exposing yourself is only one aspect of ego."

☆ Character color: Light Blue.

☆ Weapon: Inspiration's Pass/ Supply of Inspiration.

☆ Birthday: 30th November.

☆ Current age: 16 (source) (2nd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Sagittarius.

☆ Birthplace: Kyoto.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Himself.

☆ Current height: 183 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Left foot.

☆ Blood type: B.

☆ Motto: "Life is not a game, but games are fun."

☆ Starts playing football: At age 0. "I was given a soccer ball the moment I was born."

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Bambi Osaka Youth (same team as Karasu).

☆ Hobby: Gaming.

☆ Favorite football player: Mesut Özil.

☆ Favorite animal: Sheep. ."My name is Yō (羊 = sheep), so I feel a sense of affinity with it. Meeee—*."

* He's imitating a sheep's bleat.

☆ Favorite season: Rainy season. "Can’t play soccer in the rain → stay at home → can play games → I like it."

☆ Favorite food: Sanma no shioyaki (Salt grilled Pacific saury) he even like the bitter parts. "I can handle bitter parts too."

☆ Food he dislike: Cotton candy. "Don't you feel cheated? It's just sugar."

☆ Favorite song: NieR: Automata soundtrack. "Let's try this game." "You should try this game, it's really great!"

☆ Favorite manga: Level E. "I like the scene with the smiling bug."

☆ Favorite movie: Ready Player One. "My otaku heart got excited."

☆ Favorite TV show: Monday Late Night Show. "I like how Murakami adds a good flovor to it."

☆ Favorite celebrity: Erika Toda "Congrats on your marriage!"

☆ Favorite brand: "Somehow, Square Enix."

☆ Magazines he often read: Jump and Young Jump.

☆ Frequently used app: Taiko no Tatsujin. "The one you play with your fingers."

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Bamboo shoots. "They're crispy and delicious."

☆ What goes best with rice: Nagatanien’s (brand name) ochazuke. "I always have it with me. It’s a must!"

☆ What makes him happy: Being left alone.

☆ What makes him upset: Interference.

☆ What he thinks his strength is: Able to see things from a broader perspective.

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: Playing too much leads to a lack of motivation for other things.

☆ What made him cry recently: "I cried at the ending of 'Kaze no Klonoa'."

☆ Favorite/best subject: Computer.

It's written as パソコン (pasokon) which means Personal Computer, but it's just referring to Computer subject.

☆ Weak/least favorite subject: Physical Education. "I already play football, I don't see why I need to move around a lot."

☆ Ideal type: Someone who can leave him alone.

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: About 4. "One was from a guy, so I was surprised."

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 10. "I was into Erika Toda from 'SPEC'."

☆ The first time he got confessed to: "A senior in middle school, one year older. They said they had been watching me, but I didn’t know them at all, so I turned them down."

☆ Fixation: Girls with broken bones (Influenced by Erika Toda in "SPEC").

☆ Average sleeping time: 7 hours. "I don't sleep when I'm gaming, though."

☆ How he spend his holiday: "Games. Games. Games."

☆ When taking a bath, which part he washes first: His neck. "I've heard it's full of nerves."

☆ What he usually buy from the convenience store: Yakult. "The health of intestinal environment is important."

☆ What will he do if he received 100 million yen: He would like to invest in gaming company.

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: "Probably at 10 years old. My birthday is on November 30, so I was getting presents twice within a month."

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: "PS4 (now I’d ask for a PS5) and Nintendo Switch."

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: "Play as the killer in "Dead by Daylight" and get a complete wipe."

☆ Favorite historical figure: "All the people who created interesting video games. They are my saviors. Thank you!"

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "Probably other sports; either way, I think my parents would have made me do something."

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: A tent. "It’s important to have a place where you can be yourself."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The past. "I’d like to see my parents when they were active athletes. Maybe then, I could understand some things better and make peace with them."

* The crossed words are the changes made from twitter’s answer to the answer from Egoist Bible.

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!!

Last updated: 06/01/2024 05/06/2024 23/10/2024

[thenukacolachallenge]

OC Bio: Chiyo Yoshida

A character bio for my Jujutsu Kaisen OC, Chiyo! Spoilers for the story up to the Shibuya arc below, and content warnings for kidnapping, coercion, sexual assault and violence, and Mahito himself as his own content warning:

GENERAL INFO:

Full Name: Chiyo Yoshida(Japanese order: Yoshida Chiyo)

Gender: Female

Universes: Jujutsu Kaisen

Age: 18(at the time of the Shibuya Incident)

Place of Birth: The suburbs of Tokyo, Japan

Birthday: February 23, 2000

Star Sign: Pisces

Species/Race: Human

Languages: Japanese

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation: Second-year student at Jujutsu High(after the Shibuya Incident)

Faction: Jujutsu sorcerers(current), Mahito and the curses/curse users(formerly and against her will)

Grade: Semi Grade Two Sorcerer

Status: Alive

APPEARANCE:

Faceclaim: n/a(none yet)

Body Build: skinny/stick thin

Height: 5'1"(154cm)

Weight: 100lbs

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Style: Usually wears low pigtail braids. her hair is down and matted/messy while she's with Mahito

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Prominent features: large, expressive eyes

Body Modifications: none

Personal Style: very cutesy, cream and fall colors, oversized outfits

FIGHTING ATTRIBUTES:

Combat Style: Mid/ranged fighter

Cursed Technique: Her Innate Technique is defense-based, allowing her to create powerful defensive barriers known as "shields"

Field of expertise: Support and defense

Strengths: Defensive capabilities, powerful spells, speed, tactical battle knowledge

Weaknesses: close-range fights, lack of physical prowess

Weapons: Special-grade cursed tome

PERSONALITY:

Traits: Optimistic, happy, kind, supportive

Flaws: Too forgiving, overly trusting, very emotional

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family: none(formerly one living grandmother, who passes away during the events of the story)

Friends/Allies: The cursed spirits and cursed users under Kenjaku, especially Hanami(former), Junpei Yoshino, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Yuji Itadori, Urami Yamikiri(other OC), Kiyotaka Ijichi, Jujutsu High students

Love Interest/Crush: Mahito(former, against her will), Toge Inumaki, Megumi Fushiguro(AU, post-story)

Enemies: Mahito & Kenjaku(during/after the events of the Shibuya Incident)

OTHER INFORMATION:

School enrollment method: Scouted by Urami Yamikiri(OC)

Likes: playing video games, shopping, cooking, eating sweets, playing with her cat

Dislikes: cruel and mean behavior, causing unnecessary pain, food that's too spicy

Hobbies: video games, training, reading, solving puzzles

Habits: picking at her nails when she's nervous

Fears: Mahito

Voiceclaim: N/A

Playlist: N/A

Trivia: She has an orange cat named Momo, she has a sweet tooth that can rival Satoru Gojo's, and she is the last student Principal Yaga officially enrolled before his death.

BACKGROUND:

Chiyo Yoshida was born into a normal family in the quiet suburbs around Tokyo. She's been able to see curses from a young age, but never managed to unlock her latent cursed energy and abilities on her own. Her parents died in a car accident when she was very young, and she grew up with her grandmother as a result.

Chiyo lived a normal but rather lonely life up until the events of the story. She wasn't bullied in school, but she didn't have any close friends, preferring to spend her time alone reading or with her cat, Momo. She learned quickly to avoid cursed spirits, even learning they'd leave her alone if she didn't see them, with her taking her glasses off and walking past immediately if she spotted one. She also never told anyone about her ability to see curses, not wanting to be ostracized more by her peers.

A few months before Yuji Itadori became a student at Jujutsu High, misfortune befell Chiyo. She had a chance encounter with the cursed spirit Mahito as they passed each other on the street, and he became fascinated with the shape of her soul. He was a curse born from the hatred and fear of humans towards other humans, and he saw that she held no malice in her soul towards other human beings. She was initially friendly to him as she was to everyone, until she realized he was not a human, but a cursed spirit, one capable of communicating with her, something she'd never encountered before. She became extremely fearful, almost running from him.

Mahito stalked the girl before eventually kidnapping her, bringing her to his home in the sewers. He genuinely likes her in his own strange, Mahito-esque way, so he leaves her grandmother and her cat while abducting her from her home, not wanting her to dislike him for killing her loved ones. He also accidentally breaks her glasses in the struggle, so he uses his Idle Transfiguration to fix her eyes. He also shows her how easily he can kill humans, transfiguring one in front of her in order to encourage her from leaving. She is understandably terrified, and agrees to his demands to stay with him and become his girlfriend, with everything that entails.

Eventually, Mahito also unlocks her latent abilities as a curse user, for her own protection after an incident in the sewers(what happens to the old man in the sewers in Chapter 3 of the JJK light novel). Her innate technique is the ability to create physical barriers, known as shields, made of cursed energy.

(TW FOR DUBCON AND SEXUAL COERCION/VIOLENCE HERE!!!)

Mahito is extremely manipulative to Chiyo, falsely telling her that if she ever leaves, he will take other women as his romantic prospects in her place if he can't have her. This is untrue, he has no interest in any human women outside of her, but he quickly learns her kind nature can be used to his own ends. He also very quickly coerces her into sex, being extremely abusive towards her in that aspect as well, often forcing her into things she would not be okay with normally. He is able to manipulate her into believing she enjoys it at least sometimes, and into believing that she cares about him in some aspect too.

Chiyo becomes quite close to Junpei during their extremely short time together, though she is very worried for him with the things he says about humanity. Mahito manipulates her into believing the jujustu sorcerers killed Junpei, not him, and it makes her determined to become stronger, so she can help protect him and the other curses at Shibuya.

While Kento Nanami is down in the sewers hunting Mahito, he instead stumbles upon a terrified Chiyo, hiding from him. He's able to quickly deduce she's being kept down there against her will, and tries to convince her to leave with him, but she refuses. She is too afraid of what Mahito will to do him or to other humans if she leaves, and doesn't want anyone to get hurt because of her. She uses her shields to prevent Nanami from reaching her, and instead asks him to help her by checking up on her grandmother and cat, before running away. Neither he nor Takuma Ino, Nanami's mentee, are able to find her again in the sewers.

Kento enlists the help of Kiyotaka Ijichi and Urami Yamikiri(OC, third-year teacher at Jujutsu High and former classmate of Kento's) to check Chiyo's house. They arrive to find her cat Momo is still alive and well, but the girl's elderly grandmother died peacefully in her sleep earlier that morning. Urami takes the cat to take care of him on the girl's behalf, and the group hopes they can rescue Chiyo. The group also agrees to not tell Satoru Gojo or Yuji Itadori about the girl's existence, worried the two could potentially endanger themselves or her by going after her.

Mahito does not allow Chiyo to assist in the assault on Jujutsu High, too worried over his pet potentially getting hurt, or the sorcerers manipulating her into joining their cause(he's very familiar with how quickly Yuji was able to do so with Junpei). However, before the assault, he discusses helping her train to become stronger with Kenjaku, and it's he who suggests that Mahito brings her a cursed tool to use, since her innate technique is more geared toward defense.

While Mahito is stealing Sukuna’s fingers from Jujutsu High, he also finds the cursed tome that he gives to Chiyo as a weapon. It belonged to a sorcerer from the Heian era who was killed by Sukuna, and is imbued with his latent cursed energy, making it a powerful tool. However, every page is written in a unique code only known to the sorcerer, making it difficult to use if the user isn't good at solving ciphers. However, Mahito senses something in the tome that reminds him of Chiyo’s cursed energy, and decides to bring it to her. She finds she is able to understand it quite easily, and while she’s far from mastering it by the time of Shibuya, she becomes fairly proficient in some of the spells by the events of the Incident a month after acquiring it.

Chiyo also becomes friends of sorts with Choso, being the only person in the room to apologize for his loss and sympathize with him following his brothers' deaths. Mahito often delegates training Chiyo to Choso, and he is pleased by his allies getting along.

Chiyo is present at the events that transpire between Mahito and Mechamaru, and is visibly upset at the fight.

During the events of the Shibuya Incident, Chiyo remains with Mahito for the majority of the evening. She arrives at B5 with him via train, upset at the loss of life already. She's also visibly upset at Hanami's exorcising, having been one of the cursed spirits she was slightly closer to. She watches Satoru Gojo, confused, as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive looks nothing like how she expected. Unbeknownst to her, Satoru is fully aware of who she is, having read Nanami and Urami's report on the incident in the sewers for once, since it was tied to the cursed spirits he'd been interested in.

Like everyone else, she is immobilized by Gojo's Infinite Void domain, but she's able to snap out of it mentally fairly quickly after, comparatively speaking. Though she cannot move her body during the events of Gojo's sealing in the Prison Realm, she witnesses the event in its entirety, and loses all hope of escape after witnessing the strongest sorcerer being defeated.

Mahito drags her along while searching for Yuji Itadori, and the two encounter Urami Yamikiri and briefly fight. Urami manages to tell the girl that her grandma passed away peacefully and her cat Momo is being taken care of, but at this point, Chiyo has all but completely lost her will to do anything but accept her reality. She doesn't attack Urami directly, but she shields Mahito from the sorcerer's assault, leading her to make a tactical retreat for backup. Mahito considers pursuing her, but Chiyo, trying to distract him, reminds him of his goal to find Yuji Itadori, unaware that Choso has already done so.

She is with Mahito when Kento Nanami walks by, gravely injured. She does not recognize him at first, but as Mahito's interest is piqued, and he drags her to watch the man fight off the mass of transfigured humans, she becomes sick to her stomach as she realizes it's the same man who tried to help her. She begs Mahito not to kill him, but it's in vain.

She has a mental breakdown and dissociates/enters a fugue state after Nanami's death, being lugged around by Mahito for the beginnings of his and Yuji's final showdown(to Yuji's confusion, though he's too angry to question her presence at first). She vaguely realizes, during Mahito's Junpei handpuppet moment, that Mahito lied to her, and he was the one who killed Junpei, and that doesn't help her mental state.

Chiyo only regains full consciousness after Nobara Kugisaki is hit with Mahito's Idle Transfiguration. An anger unlike anything she's ever known wells up in her, and as Aoi Todo and Arata Nitta arrive, she becomes emboldened. She no longer fears Mahito more than she desires to stop him from killing anyone else, and she joins the fight against him when Yuji rejoins, with Mahito giddy with glee at finally having made her angry enough to kill.

Chiyo is already aware of Yuji's fighting style, thanks to Mahito telling her and her witnessing him and Yuji fight, but even though she's new to combat and knows little about Aoi Todo's fighting style or technique, she's able to find a good rhythm with the two boys, attacking Mahito randomly after a Boogie Woogie or using her shields to defend the boys against him. She's not nearly as physically strong as the two, but she's able to amplify her attacks using a technique from her cursed tome.

Chiyo is not super familiar with domain expansions, and is unable to prevent Aoi Todo's hand from being lost, though she stays behind with him to heal him as Yuji continues to fight Mahito with the last of her energy, being spent from her first real fight. She watches Aoi trick Mahito so Yuji can hit him with a final black flash, and she watches as Yuji prepares to kill him. Mahito, finally fearing death, looks to Chiyo, pleading her silently to save him, but he is shocked to see her expression just as vacant and blank as Yuji's.

She's shocked to see the man piloting Suguru Geto's corpse arrive in time to absorb and swallow Mahito. She watches as more allies arrive but are ultimately powerless to stop him and Uraume from leaving and beginning the Culling Games.

After the two leave, Chiyo is completely drained both mentally and physically, and as the events of the night begin to sink in, she breaks down, dissolving into tears until she eventually passes out from exhaustion. Urami takes her home and lets her rest, while getting a full recap of everything that happened to the girl the next day after she's rested.

Because of Urami's standing in the community and Chiyo's being forced into working for the cursed spirits, she is granted clemency in the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident, and with her skill level and age, is put into second-year class, meeting her fellow classmates while they're recovering in the infirmary.

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WELCOME TO PLAYTOWN/POPPY PLAYTOWN- CHARACTER REFERENCE #4.

Name: Hoppy Rabbilda Hopscotch.

Age: 21

Height: 270 mts/8'8 fts.

Species: Smiling critter creature. Rabbit (eastern cottontail).

Occupation: enginer/researcher.

Genre: female (She/her).

Sexuality: Bi.

Magical usser type: Alchemist.

Birth place: bayquarter (Main city).

Birth day: march 13th.

Personality:

Hoppy is a very lively rabbit focused on what she does and only that; and along with his somewhat rude and misaligned appearance, he seems to be a person who is a little rough to start getting to know, but is actually a very energetic and impulsive person; especially with things that are of interest to her or something that those close to her need (even if it costs her a little at first, if it is important to a person she cares about, she will do it too).

She is extremely competitive, she likes to do things the right way, insistent to the point of being stubborn and she doesn't see the limits of certain things; especially with experiments that don't go quite right.

She is also not very good at being patient or regulating her reactions, which gives rise to the recurring gag in which she usually gives a little scream that scares those around her when she is very excited, euphoric or angry.

about her work and daily life.

Hoppy has his daily routine very clear =

He gets up at 4 am and eats a light breakfast (eggs and bread in general).

At 4:30 he exercises.

At 5:30 he starts getting ready for work.

She works from 6:30 to 20:30, with 3 daily breaks of 1 and a half each to eat. She has a pretty heavy job as a mechanic of small airplanes, seaplanes and other flying vehicles. And that time can be extended and she studies from 21 to 23 with Bubba to become an official consultant on antiques and how to fix them.

In her free time it is common to see her spending time with Bobby, getting into a dispute with kickin or begging Bubba to approve a project of dubious morality or safety.

Lately she seems interested in spending time with crafty or Dogday, more than anything because of his particular interest in witchcraft as a study.

Magic data (and other skills):

Hoppy is a certified alchemist,title that is not only achieved by studies but by affinity to technology. Hoppy specializes in technology and his related element is electricity and mechanic.

If she gets into a fight, she simply conjures her alchemical circle or uses her pocket watch to use it without having to draw it to use it to attack or defend herself.

Due to the element it handles, it causes it to run out and have a "short circuit" when used, something that can be handled by carrying metallic elements that make it more likely to receive electricity.

As in a certain series of two alchemist brothers; You can fix and modify objects as long as you don't use a different or extra item to restore it.

other random data:

favorite food: spatakópitas «I went to a witch bazaar when I was a kid, and those little puff pastry and spinach things stayed in my memory.».

Favorite dessert: carrot cake «I like the carrot cake despite being a rabbit, I don't like it because I'm a rabbit»

hated food: carrots «Because of a certain actor, now everyone thinks that rabbits love carrots, I hate them!! They are hard, sour and need to be cooked or spiced to make them taste good..».

smell: mint.

strength: concentration, brute force, analytical skills.

weakness: communication problems, lack of interest.

favorite physical appearance: muscles «pure physical effort worth showing off.».

hated physical appearance: hair «I hate how flammable it is to my experiments and tests…and I'm too lazy to wash it.».

person you respect most: dad «What? I adore my dad»

person you don't want as an enemy: Bubba «He's the one who cancels my experiments! It's not fair! someone once makes a clock with the ability to travel through dimensions and then threatens me for taking away my alchemist's license!!.».

hobby:sports, fly seaplanes, study about astronomy or witchcraft.

Some crush?: ... «Bobby, I love Bobby; I have tried to propose to her about 15 times but I am never able to because I think it won't be romantic enough; the good thing is that she doesn't realize... I hope it».