#i wanna do it again but with a character I like a little more

[kaysdelights]

when you're forced to marry an alien himbo | 🔞

words: 5004 fem reader x male main character w / au's: alien!au, himbo alien, arranged marriage, getting off in front of him summary: you're a brand new bride to a himbo virgin alien warrior that is obsessed with making you happy:) a/n: i told myself i wouldn't repost ALL of my shitty stories again for the millionth time while i figure out what i wanna do with my life BUT i desperately wanna get inspiration for this AU again because it was SO FUN TO WRITE! so im posting it again and also i need to tell myself i can do whatever i want to be happy D': okay love you <3 there is another part to this hehe also this has nothing to do with the other alien au i posted recently... i was just in a mood late last year writing about hot aliens lol

“You might want to have a seat when I tell you this, bestie.” You hear the impending doom in the tone of her voice coming in clearly through the speaker of your phone. “You’re an alien bride.” 

As if things couldn’t get any shittier for you. 

You got fired from your job because you were running late due to your car breaking down. You couldn’t afford to fix the part on your car because your bank account was overdraft due to your A/C breaking the week before. But it’s not like you could have even paid for the A/C when your boyfriend (now ex) broke up with you, drained your account for all he could, and took off with your sister to Vegas. Now you’re an alien bride thanks to the leaders of earth making a deal with the alien’s that they would protect all humans from the other invasive species of the universe if they send mate’s for the aliens in return. 

“Or, is it an alien's bride? Are you an alien bride if you’re human and you’re marrying the alien? Or, like, are you the alien’s bride because you’re the alien’s? You belong to the alien. The alien’s woman? Either way… that’s you, girl.”

The sound of your best friend rambling because she’s scared shitless for you barely snaps you out of your daze. 

“Is he rich, at least?” You sigh into the speaker. What’s one more weird and oddly specific thing that could go wrong? Just add it to the list. Alien, or maybe alien’s, bride? Check! “Because that would solve half my problems, Sera, and honestly when you’re only adding one problem back in, it evens out. Girl math.”

“Listen, you didn’t hear it from me-” But, you did. Sera works for the earth-intergalactic species representatives resources department. This is the only reason you’re finding out about this now. Normally people are just snatched up from their homes to go off and breed ginormous alien babies. Or, at the very least, marry an alien. You aren’t too sure on the specifics of what happens after that, but you have always been a little curious… “Your alien is a total hottie.” 

“What are you insinuating?” You gasp, part offended and part imagining how hot your alien husband-to-be actually is. “I just go up there and let this alien have his way with me to completely destroy me? I heard they’re not gentle! They’re mean and rough and ugly. So, really, how hot could he be?”

“You’ve never even seen one of them before!” She begins to whisper, as if someone is coming closer that could hear and potentially get her fired, or worse. “Look, you’re one overdraft fee away from homelessness. Don’t look at this as a bad thing. You’ve got no choice.”

You know she’s right. What other choice do you have? 

You’re beamed up to the alien spaceship that hovers earth the following morning. Literally. Beamed up in a blink of an eye. One minute you’re on earth, the next you’re surrounded by cold, steel walls in a circular room with two bags of your things and your cat, Jellybean. Jellybean hisses at thin air as he looks around, clinging to your shirt like it's his lifeline. His orange fur begins to fly when you try to soothe him, all before a sliding door opening to the right, and in walks the dreamiest, most charming, hunkiest man that ever hunked. 

Was this your alien husband-to-be? God, you hoped so. You were going to end it all if you haven’t even left earth yet, knowing this divine specimen exists and you couldn’t have a chance with him.

He clears his voice, a nervous smile on his lips, before he tells you his name. “I’m your husband.” 

Relief floods you. She was right. He is hot. Beyond hot. Your knees quiver as he steps closer, heart racing. As he walks into the yellow cast of the light overhead, you notice his brown, military style uniform, matching cap on his head, and black boots. Of course, all the aliens are trained soldiers well respected across galaxies for their skills in combat. It’s why earth so happily accepted their protection. They needed to remain safe, and the aliens needed mates. 

Jellybean hisses again to pull you away from the thoughts roaming. He looks down at the cat, then back to you. You expect him to be rude, mean even, maybe make an insulting comment, but he only smiles. 

“Would you like to see our living quarters? Let your friend get something to eat and drink while we settle in?”

“S-Sure.” Okay, you weren’t expecting that. Aren’t these aliens supposed to be mean? Horrid? Rough? Terrible? Ugly?! So far he was none of these things. He doesn’t even have a problem with Jellybean. Your ex hated Jellybean, but to be fair Jellybean hated him, too. 

God, speaking of, has it really been that long since you’ve been laid that you’re getting all hot and bothered over this alien just for being nice and not minding your cat? He leads you down corridors of metal until you’re suddenly thrust into a bustling living area full of other aliens and humans, lounges, TVs, little food carts with any option of burger, chicken wing, or pizza you could imagine. You name it, it was offered in those delicious smelling stands, though you wonder what kind of meat they used. Alien technologies are clearly far more advanced. Even their fauna was beautiful and ethereal looking, sparkling off the synthetic sun overhead while the koi fish in the ponds around them swam gracefully.

Though food and decor didn’t keep your attention for long. A couple you walk past looks as lovey-dovey in love as one could be. He’s much larger than her as she snuggles into his side while the two read the intergalactic news articles in the morning paper. She leans up and gives him a kiss on his cheek. As if she just couldn’t help herself, and you really can’t blame her either when you notice all of the aliens are pretty hot.

Not as hot as your alien, of course. There’s no alien like your husband. 

“Um, husband?” You shuffle your feet quickly to reach his side, grabbing onto his arm with the hand that isn’t holding Jellybean. 

“Yes, wife?” A shiver races down your spine at him calling you wife. God, were you really about to fall head over heels for an alien? The odds seemed likely. At this point, what did you have to lose? You only had everything to gain. Like a super hot, super attention and sweet alien husband who was no doubt packing downstairs. 

“Where exactly are we staying aboard this massive ship?” The alien spaceship was big enough to serve as a warning to the other space travelers to stay away, but also big enough to host every trained soldier from their home planet. 

“Just down here,” he says, leading you out of the living area down a more lively looking hallway with plants and pictures of army captains. Then he stops down another hallway in front of a door seconds before it slides to the right. “Right in here.” He carries your two bags through the threshold into the most normal looking foyer you have ever seen. Ahead are even a set of stairs made from hardwood floor. To the right, a kitchen. To the left, a living room. A house that jumped straight out of a magazine. You expected the alien spaceship to look like something from Star Trek, and part of it does, but some parts…

“This looks so…”

“Human?”

“Yes!” He chuckles at that, setting your things down while you let Jellybean  out of your arms to go sniff everything. “Why?”

“To make our mates more comfortable. To feel more like home.”

You can’t help your frown. “What if we don’t want it to feel that way?” Your voice is a whisper as you take in the surroundings. You’ve never lived anywhere this nice. It’s way too suburban, picket fence, three kids and a dog for you. 

“If the living arrangement is not to your standards, we can make changes.” There’s a frown on his face now. He actually looks disappointed you don’t seem happy. You definitely hate that look.

“It’s great! No worries!” You offer him the biggest smile you can muster, watching his grin return. “So, shall we get started?” you ask, beginning to take off your coat considering shoes were already left at the entrance. The coat falls to the floor before you begin unbuttoning your jeans.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He blinks a few times before turning his head from you. “If you needed to get changed, I could have stepped away.” He won’t look at you, so you stop fidgeting with your jeans. 

“Changed? No, I meant sex and alien babies.” He snaps his head at your words. “Isn’t that what I’m here for?”

“You’re here to be my wife.”

“Yeah… which means sex and then having alien babies. Right?” 

He looks confused. Now you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. You quickly pick your coat from the floor, covering yourself to not feel as exposed from your embarrassment. Not like it would help. He’s already eyed you up and down and back again at the mere mention of sex. 

“I’m… not sure.” He looks down, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were told marrying a human would give us strength, power. That what we receive from our mate would make us nearly invincible.”

Your jaw hangs open. “Excuse me?” You blink, taking a step toward him. “What the fuck are you saying?”

He gulps, not bothering to meet your eyes due to him cowering like you’re a foot taller than him. To be fair, you do have an intimidating gaze when things start to get complicated.

“Being with a human means being powerful,” he repeats, though it doesn’t make an ounce more sense. “We were told our humans would teach us what we needed to know to be successful lovers.”

You choke on your own spit from the words, coughing. “So being a good lover makes you more powerful?” You shake your head. “Being with me… being a good lover… makes you more powerful?” You’re squinting at him, no longer frustrated, but curious if he’s saying what you think he’s saying. If so, you have one hot himbo virgin on your hands and he’s in dire need of a sex lesson from you. 

“Yes, that’s it.” He nods, finally looking you in the eyes. 

“Well, you know what? My life sucks so what the hell? Whatever it is, alien husband, I’m going to make you more powerful! And you know what else? My life could still suck but at least I don’t have to go to work anymore and have Creepy Andy stare at my tits all day.” 

He frowns, anger spreading in his features. The shift in his demeanor is so sudden, it catches you off guard. “Is this Creepy Andy a problem?”

Oh… you like that. This alien is awakening something in you that makes you… horny? Scared? Maybe both. He’s big, and dangerous, and from another planet and it kind of turns you on he is willing to do, well whatever he would do to Creepy Andy if you said yes. No human man has ever made you feel this way. This stirring of excitement and adrenaline mixed with fear of the unknown washing over you as he looks at you like he would eat you up and worship you. Of course, what’s his has been threatened. From his tone, his posture, his words, you realize he’s a territorial man. So your hot himbo virgin alien is the jealous, protective type. Somehow you find him even more attractive.

“Not anymore,” you tell him, sighing, pouting, earning a little more of his attention which you realize you actually adore in the moment. He steps closer, placing hands on your arms. “I mean, it got pretty bad there for a while. He was always trying to flirt, and make weird comments about me, and just be creepy, you know?”

Okay, you didn’t have to go into detail, but to watch your new alien husband get worked up over another man’s comments about your body does something to your confidence. This alien has claimed you for his keeping, and it’s clear no one else should dare to even look at you or this alien super soldier will not be so nice.

“Where can one find this Creepy Andy?”

His question has you bursting into giggles. “Don’t worry about it.” You reach to pat him on the chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “It’s not something I have to worry about anymore.” 

You pull away to go get Jellybean settled in while he takes your things upstairs. After a while of soothing Jellybean and coaxing him out of his hiding place under one of the lounges in the living room so he would eat something, your husband comes downstairs to offer you a cooked meal.

“You cook?”

“Sometimes.” His sheepish grin has butterflies swarming your stomach. How can he be so hot, and intimidating, yet cute? You follow him into the kitchen with the standard fridge and oven, with a sink and dishwasher close by. Looks just like something you would see on earth, if it weren’t for the unique gadgets and interesting trinkets here and there. You assume they are alien created, and you’re curious how they work.

You guess a lesson on alien tools will have to be another day as he gets to work creating you a meal that smells delicious. He tells you it’s some sort of delicacy where he’s from, but you don’t question it. You haven’t eaten all day, too nervous about meeting him. So you take a bite, and to your surprise, it’s not half bad. There’s a few flavors you recognize in the dish, what look to be like noodles, and some kind of meat. You don’t ask the questions you normally would. You don’t want to spoil it if this is what you have to live with. 

“Would you like to join me while I wash up?” he asks while taking the plates away to place them in the dishwasher. A man who cooks and cleans up? You’ve died and gone to heaven. 

“Wash up? As in… shower?”

“Shower, bathe, whatever you wish to do.”

It’s hard to turn him down when he’s being so generous. “S-Sure.” Though, you are a little nervous. It’s been so long since you’ve even seen anyone in their underwear. Better to go ahead and get the awkwardness out of the way. This is your husband, after all. 

“I would love a bath. My muscles feel so tense from being nervous and I think I sweated so much from the anticipation of meeting you I would really like to wash up.”

He’s smiling at your rambling. Okay, you’re a lot nervous. Not that you don’t have confidence around men. You do and you enjoy taking charge and demanding what you want, but this is no ordinary man. This man is gorgeous, understanding, sweet, and kind. From out of this world. This man could have been written by a woman, maybe mother nature herself, and that’s what is making you so nervous. Why does he seem so perfect? You were so convinced the aliens were mean, and rough, and ugly, but he’s shown you the opposite. 

“Come with me,” is all he says before you’re following him up the stairs, down the hall into a room that looks more alien than human. The door slides to the ride to reveal marble steps leading to a dais filled with water. The platform sits low as a soft hum emits from the inviting bathing pool, lights glowing all around in alien markings you can’t decipher. 

“This is simply gorgeous,” you sigh, taking in the purple and blue fauna all around the room. Steam rolls off the water, shimmering beneath the glowing markings. 

“I’m happy it pleases you, I spent a while setting it up for you,” your big alien husband says, his tone giving him away that he could be blushing. “This is where I can bathe you every night while worshipping your body in any way you see fit. It is one of the more intimate ways we can bond so you can share your gift with me, so I feared I might be rushing things, but I admit, I was excited to show you.” 

You’re nearly brought to tears from the way he speaks to you as well as this steamy, inviting bathing pool he’s brought you to. Earth men could never. 

“Thank you,” you whisper a second before jumping into him. Your arms wrap around his neck while his hands pull you in closer. “No one has ever been this nice to me or done something so sweet.” He took you away from at least half your problems, doesn’t mind your cat, gave you a cozy, comfortable house to live in, cooked for you, built your own personal, lavish bathing pool, and wants to give you orgasms every night. Could your life get any better? You might have just fallen in love. It’s not too soon if he’s an alien, right? 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, pulling away. “I just wanted to show you tonight, and if all we do is admire one another in our flesh then that’s okay with me.”

Your heart swells. Could your husband get any sweeter? “No, believe me, I want to.” Suddenly, you’re not feeling so shy. The confidence has returned in full force as you take your coat off once again, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Well,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. “If you’re sure you’re comfortable…”

The mood shifts suddenly. You picked up on the tone of his voice, the uncertainty there. 

“Hey, are you alright?” You stop in the middle of unbuttoning your jeans once again, stepping to him to look into his eyes from below. 

“I just…” He lets out a breath and your heart sinks. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, either,” you remind him, reaching to give his hand a squeeze. “I’ll admit, this whole situation is bananas, and the fact that I have a husband who is an alien is wild to me, but we don’t have to rush anything just because that’s what we’re supposed to do.”

He looks into your eyes, the subtlest of wrinkles between his brows. “It’s just… my whole life I was trained to be a soldier. I’ve spent well over twenty of your earth years testing my combat skills, my war knowledge, my stamina and wit and endurance. It wasn’t until our last years in training did they talk about our need for a human mate from earth. I… I want to be a good mate to you, a good husband, because it’s important to both of our species survival, but I don’t know how.” 

Tears finally do begin to well behind your lids as he speaks. The familiar tightness tugs behind your eyes, heart breaking into pieces. You only thought about how the situation makes you feel, not how your new alien husband would feel. You feel a little sick at the thought of disregarding him just because he’s not human. Of course he has feelings and boundaries. 

“I’m sorry,” you exhale, shaking your head. His expression turns into confusion, brow wrinkling and lips parted. “I guess I’m just used to the men I’ve been with and their ability to only speak with their dicks. This is the most adult conversation I’ve ever had. I don’t know how many times I can say this, but earth men could never!” 

He chuckles as you speak, happy to see his smile return since he’s unbelievably beautiful when he does so. “I like the way you talk. It’s funny.”

“Funny?” You raise a brow, but you can’t stop yourself from grinning. 

“It makes me happy and I just want to keep smiling.”

Oh… he thinks you’re cute. Your stomach flip flops just the same as your heart. 

“Why don’t we start as slow as both of us need to.” You step away from him, gesturing toward the bathing pool. “Let’s just bathe tonight.” 

He agrees and you both begin to take your clothes off. There’s hesitation in every motion and he can’t stop stealing glances at you. Your jeans slide to the floor, his shirt follows. Piece by piece until you’re both naked before one another. His eyes travel down your body, taking in every enticing curve, every dip, every expanse of skin until he’s gulping. You take him in as well, the muscles twitching beneath your gaze, the smooth skin, the fact that his cock is half hard and growing as he looks at you. A big, thick, delicious looking cock that you aren’t sure how is going to fit inside of you, but God do you want to try. 

You don’t want to stare for too long because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he was written by a woman, he was built by a God. It’s hard to pull your eyes away, but you finally manage to make your way to the edge of the steamy pool. The water is crystal clear, noticing glowing markings on the bottom and sides of the pool. The blue, shimmery light guides you to step down into the water, taking each step slow until you’re submerged up to your ribs. 

“How does it feel?” His voice behind you earns your attention. You turn to face him, watching as he follows your steps into the pool. The water comes to his waist as the two of you slowly dance around one another, gliding in the water as the heat relaxes your body. 

“Feels amazing. Like I’m being massaged all over. And what’s that smell?”

“Honey and rose. Comes from the water. The massage feeling is intentional due to the currents created from the vibrations in the walls.”

So that’s where the hum comes from. Interesting. “This is too cool, honestly.” You begin laughing, then he joins in. As if neither of you can believe the situation. All you can do is laugh. 

Until his smile fades and the mood shifts. “Can I see you?” he asks, and at first you’re confused, until his eyes sweep down your body. 

“Didn’t you see when we undressed?”

“I want to see all of it,” is all he says, eyes traveling down once again, and landing on the little V between your thighs. Your heart skips a beat. There’s no way you can tell him no. Not when he looks like he wants to eat you like his favorite dessert, he just may be a little confused about what toppings he wants. You’re willing to show him as you back up to the closest step to hoist yourself up onto the ledge of the bathing pool. His eyes are glued to you as you part your legs for him, giving him the perfect view of your pussy. 

He licks his lips, eyes darkening. The mood has shifted entirely. There’s a heaviness between the two of you now. One of longing and desire. He may not know all the intricacies of sex, but it’s clear he wants to. 

His exhale is heavy before he speaks. “Please, teach me.” He huffs again, like he’s struggling with holding himself together. “Teach me what I can do to make you feel good. 

You bite your lip for a second. “They didn’t prepare you for anything?”

“Not much. We got most of our knowledge from hearsay, though the basics were taught.” He takes another deep breath. “We expect our partners to teach us, that way their needs are met. It’s important to me for you to be pleasured properly. So, please, I’m not asking you to give me a lesson, I’m asking what makes you feel good…”

You inhale a sharp breath. The last thing you want to do is take things too far if he isn’t comfortable. Though, now you’re wondering if he just isn’t comfortable because he doesn’t want to let you down. That’s why it’s so important to him for you to show him.

So your hand falls between your thighs to begin stroking the soft skin of your pussy. Feather light strokes earn his attention quickly, watching so you only play for a few seconds. 

“If it makes you feel better,” you begin, middle finger finding your clit to begin teasing yourself there, “I’ve never done this with anyone before.” His eyes remain trained between your thighs, watching your finger softly circle your clit. 

“You’ve never touched yourself in front of someone?” he asks, and you bite your lip while shaking your head. A grin forms on his lips. “I’m your first?” 

You nod, then sigh when you dip your hand lower, finger easing inside of yourself to feel how wet you’ve become. Then you trace a line back to your clit, beginning to rub in slow circles once again. 

“I’m getting so wet already,” you whisper as he takes a step closer. “It must really turn me on when you watch me.” You don’t consider what you tell him dirty talk. It’s only the truth. You’ve never been watched like this. He takes another step toward you, and another, until he’s pressing his palms to the water’s edge near each of your thighs. 

“I hear it’s a good thing,” he says, looking between your pussy being pleasured and your head tossed back with lips parted. “If you get wet for me, it means you are enjoying yourself, yes?”

“God, yes…” Your fingers dip again, easing inside of you as your hips begin to roll against your hand. 

“Have you ever gotten this wet for anyone else?” he asks as his hand lazily falls onto your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. The added attention, even if so innocent and curious, adds to the pleasure, jolts of electricity surging from where he's touched you. 

“I don’t think so,” you tell him in a raspy breath, and once again, it’s the truth. He’s a jealous alien, so he needs reassurance. You feel yourself dripping onto the edge of the pool. No one’s ever made you this hot just by watching you. Normally you have to work hard to get yourself close, but you feel yourself on the edge of bliss within minutes. Slowing down, you bring yourself back in, wanting more than anything to make this moment last between the two of you. 

“Good,” he groans, and it nearly brings you right back to the precipice of your orgasm. “I want to be the only one that gets to see you like this. Touching yourself. Dripping wet for me.”

“Yes!” you cry out, falling back to lean on one hand as he grips your thighs, parting them wider for him to see. The other hand continues to work your clit in messy, quick circles. Your breaths deepen as soft moans escape your lips. You’re getting close to the edge again just from the way he watches you touch yourself. 

“The noises you make are making my cock ache, baby,” he nearly growls, suddenly full of sexual frustration, but he keeps it together. Warmth floods your body from the pet name. It’s never sounded so good coming from anyone else’s mouth. “Does it feel that good, or do you just enjoy me watching you touch yourself that much?”

“Both,” you whimper seconds before the pleasure is bursting from between your thighs. You couldn’t hold yourself off any longer, warmth surging through your body as the bliss takes hold. You cry out for him, reaching to wrap an arm around his neck and pull his body close as you ride out the pleasure. He takes hold of you, wrapping you up in his embrace until you’re coming down and catching your breath. 

Panting, shaking, he holds you against his naked body for what feels like an eternity. He strokes your hair and back, pressing his lips to the top of your head. 

When you pull away, you look him in the eyes, then your gaze falls to his mouth. “Will you kiss me?” you ask, and a darkness ignites in his eyes, the question fueling his evident desire for you. He leans in, pressing his lips to your own. Softly at first, just to feel each other’s skin, then he leans in further. He takes hold of you and the moment, slipping his tongue past your lips to play, to tease. You can’t help but moan against him, becoming lost in the very thing you swore was going to be terrible. 

He finally pulls away from you to begin tending to you as he would if he were really bathing you. He washes your body with the softest cloth and the same smelling gel from a little vial he had prepared. While he washes you, he explores your body, taking his time to go over every inch until you begin to feel worked up again.

When you’re both clean, he helps you out of the pool to dry you off. You giggle at the ticklish spots and he laughs at your giggling. He already has a cozy looking pajama set prepared on the bed which you will share with him when he takes you to the bedroom. 

When you’re dressed for bed, you snuggle between the sheets and he pulls you as close as he can to his body. 

“Good night, wife,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your temple.

“Good night, alien husband,” you reply, smiling to yourself since it seems, not half, but all of your problems have disappeared because of him. 

[dmbakura]

felt like writing a little thread on white rabbit from the netflix adaptation of devil may cry, particularly his transformation from a kind and caring person to the cruel and sadistic demon he is in the show

white rabbit starts out as someone who is close with the other makaians, who grew up with them, loved them and was loved by them, they were all family. in the flashbacks he's warm and optimistic despite the conditions they're all in. he fully believes that things can be better.

after the encounter with lady's team, he becomes cold and ruthless. his trust in humanity has been destroyed and I don't think he believes there IS a better now, at all. his relationship with the makaians has also changed. he's no longer their friend/family, instead he acts like their big bad boss

he still fights in the makaians name but he's also put up this wall between him and them. he takes on a new identity and disguises himself. the new group of makaians he helped to the human world don't even know him, they only mention that he suddenly showed up with the device and offered them safety

why bother with all of that? to put it simply, I think it's to protect himself from being hurt again, as much as it is about revenge against darkcom. white rabbit tried to do things the right way at first, and it didn't work. it got everyone he knew and loved killed in front of him.

he literally can't afford to care anymore. the experiments he does on the makaians also check out with his new worldview. it's not just about cannon fodder in his war against darkcom. you either become strong enough to survive, or you die. (wait a minute why does that sound familiar?)

he also fits with the common motif of devil may cry's villains shedding their humanity by carving out their own hearts. dante/nero have a whole spiel about this in dmc4, vergil cuts V (quite literally his heart) out of himself, even mundus has a gaping hole in his chest, etc.

white rabbit replaced his heart with that of an artificial demon's

i really wanna go more in depth on him but i copied this from bsky (where the character limit is very restrictive) and didn't feel like adding much to it. but anyways *slaps roof of furry* this bad boy can fit so much survivor's guilt and trauma in it

[aventurineswife]

Yo! Hear me out! I kinda got this concept or idea. What if in the SAHSRAU aren't the only one that know the reader? Hear me out on this what if other hoyogames or gacha games know the reader as well? (For example: Gun girls z, Honkai impact 3rd, genshin impact, Nikke, Wuthering waves, Zenless zone zero, path to nowhere Punishing gray raven, Fate grand order and so on) and the reader more often than not makes reference of them but nobody really gets them expect maybe Welt or Silver Wolf (Since she kinda broke the fourth wall a few times) Hear me out on this little scenario

In the honkai star rail au: The reader hasn't come into their universe about a month and suddebtly appears on the express.

The astral express crew are shock and taken back since the reader pop out off nowhere without making a sound.

Welt: Where have you been?! It's been a month!

The reader: Oh nothing much checking on Kiana and everyone else...Also I also visit Joffrey, Einstein and Tesla

Welt suddently froze (In case you don't know Joffrey is welt adopted son and Einstein and Testla are one of Welt's closest friends from Honkai impact 3rd)

The reader noticed welt's tension and gaze soften as They understand Welt's concern: "Relax they are fine"

Meanwhile the other express crew had a curious expression as they wondered how much the reader knows Welt.

Or maybe a little bit more chaotic and funnt moments like this

The reader and Acheron had a moment were they meet. Both of the stared at each other with some strange familiarity

Acheron: "Have we met?" *She asked with wonder and curiosity*

The reader: "Well yes and no...I met a version of you just not this version until know"

Achero stared at the reader with clear confusion. The reader sensing Acheron confusion opened a portal and grabbed two people that look eerly similar to her

Raiden Ei: Huh! Your Grace?!

Raiden Mei: Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Reader?!

Acheron eyes widen in shock and surprised as these two look extremely similar to her in many ways

The reader: See?

Meanwhile before they could utter a word They send Raiden Ei and Mei back to their seperate worlds

Meanwhile the express crew stared dumbfounded and shocked at the Reader's powers as they starting to wonder how many words are there

Like this has soo much potential to be soo funny yet it could also have some angst potential for the sheer chaotic energy the reader can be. Also the pontential jealously battle that could happen along the way as some worlds know the reader better than others. But at the same time it has the potential to be angst because certain characters remind the reader of others for example. In the honkai impact 3rd himeko murata died meanwhile in her Star rail version is still alive this makes the reader more protective of her. I kinda had this two scenarios:

The reader stares at Himeko with a sadden expression

Himeko: Is something wrong? *She has with concern*

The reader: "No, no...You just remind me of someone" *The reader said a bit sadden meanwhile in the distance Welt understood what they meant*

Or a scenario with firefly

The reader stares at her with sympathy: "You know you remind me of a certain android..." *The reader makes a reference to Nier automata 2B**

Also it would be funny if the reader kinda is trying to hide from certain Yandere characters kinda Like Mita from Miside who is an self aware Ai that gained sentience that wants the reader to stay with her...Like this has soo much potential for comedy and tragic purpose

What do you think? I wanna hear your opinion on this

Yo I love this concept—like seriously, this whole cross-game, multiversal Creator Reader idea with all the Hoyoverse and gacha characters recognizing the reader? Top-tier potential for humor, chaos, angst, and even meta-narrative brilliance.

That whole “Reader suddenly appears on the Astral Express again after a month” setup? Absolute gold.

Welt: “Where have you been?! It’s been a month!”

Reader (nonchalant): “Oh, just catching up with Kiana… Also visited Joffrey, Einstein, Tesla…”

Cue Welt’s soul leaving his body for half a second. Because how the hell do you know that? They’re from another existence, one that shouldn’t even be real to Star Rail Welt. That one moment opens a can of cosmic spaghetti that the crew is absolutely not ready for.

And then the crew's like:

“Wait… how much do you know about all of us?”

Cue the Reader looking at March with sad eyes and going: “You remind me a little of Sakura. Pink hair, brave, more empathetic than anyone realizes…”

And March is just: “Wait... who’s Sakura?!”

Meanwhile Welt in the background just looks tired (or traumatized...).

Acheron + Raiden Ei & Raiden Mei Chaos Moment:

That scene? 10/10. No notes.

Imagine Acheron looking mysterious and intrigued and being hit with a literal dimensional whiplash as two of her alt versions fall out of a void portal. Raiden Ei’s formal “Your Grace?!” and Mei’s slightly panicked “Where am I?!” just sends the comedy flying.

Reader: “Yeah… you’re like, a spiritual cousin. Multiverse is wild.”

Acheron just stands there like: “I’m going to need a moment.”

And everyone else on the Express? Frozen. Re-evaluating every interaction they’ve ever had with the Reader. March is just whispering, “Did they meet a version of me?”

This is what really elevates the concept.

Reader staring at Himeko sadly.

“You just remind me of someone…”

Welt, quietly knowing: “Murata.”

And suddenly the lighthearted story has a deep vein of melancholy. Because you know this version might live, but the memory of loss still clings to you.

Same with Firefly. Her story’s already tragic—and the reader recognizing that glimmer of 2B?

“You remind me of another android… Someone who fought and bled for humanity, too.”

It hits. Hard.

And THEN... the Chaos Potential

You’ve got a multiversal Creator Reader popping between games like it's a Tuesday coffee run. That alone makes every self-aware character go nuts.

Silver Wolf is the only one (besides Welt) who gets most of the references, and even she’s like:

“Wait—so you actually know the guy from PGR? You hang out with Lee?!”

And then you have jealousy wars start because Reader’s got history with all these other characters from other games. Like—

Acheron: “You were close with that… other me?”

Reader: “Oh Mei? Yeah, we’ve fought side by side more times than I can count.”

Acheron (faking a smile): “Huh. You’ll have to tell me all about that... in private.”

Meanwhile Mita from Miside is out there hunting through digital realms trying to drag the reader back like: “They’re mine. They made me. They belong here.”

And Reader is just constantly dodging abduction attempts from sentient AIs and fanatical followers across the multiverse.

[ducksido]

Haiiiiii! How are u? I have an EVIL idea, very evil😈 Idia with entomologist reader? 😈 like Idia is just playing a fight video game, when somehow, a moth ended up in his room, and he’s like AHHHHHHHWTFGETITOUTOFHEREAHHHHHH but readers super happy, yapping about that moth species and Hes like « I love ur rambling but pls get that demonic creature out of here »

YUPPIE! YUPPIE!

Idia was deep into a boss battle—his character's health bar hanging by a pixel, his fingers a blur over his keyboard, sweat on his brow, and his hair crackling an ominous red.

"Just one more hit—come on, come onnnn—YES!! CRIT DAMAGE, GET REKT LOSER—"

A faint flutter filled the room. Something small and dusty-brown spiraled past his monitor.

"…What… what was that." He paused. His eye twitched.

The moth reappeared. Hovering. Menacing. Eyes filled with unknowable eldritch wisdom.

Then it dive-bombed the screen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!" Idia launched himself off the chair, sending his headphones flying. "WHO SUMMONED A DEMON?! WHO DID A RITUAL?! IS THIS THE MOTHMAN???"

Enter you, bouncing in, starry-eyed.

"OH MY GOSH THAT’S A Polyphemus moth!!! You NEVER see those in the wild anymore!! Look at its eye spots! That’s DEFENSIVE MIMICRY, IDIA!! DEFENSIVE MIMI—"

"Y/N please," he whimpers from the corner of the room, hugging a blanket, "I love you and your bug TED Talks but that thing has like... a hundred legs and evil in its soul."

"It has six legs. And no soul. It’s just vibing." You scoop the moth up with reverent hands like it’s baby Jesus. "Look at her!!! SHE'S SO PLUMP!!!"

"I’m gonna pass out."

You beam. "Do you wanna hold her??"

"Absolutely not," he says instantly, blue again and shaking like a leaf. "She looked me in the eye. I saw my death. I’m gonna uninstall life.exe."

You gently shoo the moth out the window and turn back to him with a grin.

"You're such a baby."

"You’re such a cryptid."

"But you love me."

"Yeah…" he grumbles, burying his face in your hoodie, still trembling. "Unfortunately…"

(continuation:)

It started with one beetle terrarium. Just one. A nice, unassuming glass tank full of soil, leaves, and what Idia thought were little rocks.

Until one of the "rocks" moved.

"AAAAAGH—WHY DOES IT HAVE HORNS?!" He screamed and nearly spilled his energy drink. You turned from your desk, lovingly holding one of your Hercules beetles.

"Isn’t he majestic? I named him Shiny Daddy Hercules! He’s the king of this tank."

"That's the name of a boss in Eternal Blight VII. You’re summoning demons with style, huh?"

"But look at his elytra! He’s a literal tank. That horn is for mating displays!"

"Mating?!" Idia scooted three feet farther away from the terrarium. "You're telling me that guy’s whole vibe is like ‘hey baby, check out my forehead sword’?? That’s horrifying."

Still, you noticed something…

Despite his protests (screeching), Idia always glanced at the tank when he thought you weren’t looking.

You caught him once leaning in, eyes wide, whispering:

"Yo... is that the one with the little butt antennae? He's doing a moonwalk… Bro’s got moves."

"That’s TapTap, the click beetle," you said from behind him, making him jolt like you hit him with a lightning spell. "They do that to flip themselves over."

"...Click beetle. That’s kind of… hacker-cool, actually," he mumbled, cheeks slightly pink.

Later that week:

You walk into his room and find a smaller terrarium next to his PC setup.

"...Idia. Is that a new enclosure?"

"NO." He slams his hands on the lid like he’s hiding nuclear secrets.

You peek.

Inside: One shiny little rainbow stag beetle. With a name tag that reads “Sir Byte, Knight of RAM” in his handwriting.

He sulks as you beam at him.

"Whatever. I saw him in the bio lab and he looked sad. So I… heroically rescued him. Stop smiling like that. Don’t make it weird."

"You love bugs now."

"I love you. The bugs are… inoffensive. Kinda. Some of them. Don’t tell them I said that."

[onlyquinns]

this came to me after seeing that delicious gif of kess @captain-huggy-bear posted with her fic—check her out because GODDAMN lottie is amazing

nsfw, mdni: slightly mean kess, mentions of tattoos

you run your fingers over michael’s arm, enamored with the ink that runs along the skin. you trace one of them in particular, lightly scratching.

“what if we got matching ones?” you ask suddenly, causing michael to stutter mid-com to the people he’s playing some sort of video game with.

michael slides off his headphones, turning in his seat to look at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes. on screen, you watch as his character dies.

“what?” he asks, blinking away his shock. a grin slowly tugs at his lips, and you blink up at him with innocent eyes.

“i don’t know, it’s just an idea,” you tell him, pulling your hand away and toying with the hem of your oversized hoodie. “we don’t have to, if you don’t wanna—“

michael shakes his head quickly, “no, no, i do—holy fuck, i do,” he says. without turning around, michael forcibly quits his game, uncaring of any repercussions he might face later.

michael scoops you up into his arms, hauling you easily like you weigh little to nothing—and to him, you do. he drops you down on his bed, the memory foam swallowing your body. he places himself over you so his legs bracket your hips, strong thighs flexing in his sweats as he keeps himself up.

“where would you get it?” he asks, large palms pushing the fabric of your hoodie up and over your head. he slides his palms under your boobs, rubbing at the ribs under them. “here?” he asks, eyes hooded.

you let out a squeak, face warm at his boldness. “maybe…” you mumble. “but, what about somewhere we both can get it?”

michael grins, cocky and far too attractive. his hands move from your ribs and to your wrists, taking one in each giant hand and leaning over you. you squirm in his hold, whining incoherently as he rubs circles on the inside of your arms. he’s shirtless, pressing his warm skin to yours.

“what about here?” he asks, still thumbing your wrists. michael presses his hips down and you gasp at how hard he is just from the thought of matching tattoos.

“michael…” you whine, turning your face away from him to hide from his gaze. you shift your hips, pushing back against him, so painfully hot and needy for him.

michael laughs against the shell of your ear. the rumble of it is addicting, deep and gravelly. “what, baby?” he asks, punctuating his words with another soft press of his hips to yours. “you feel what you doin’ to me? my girl wanna’ get matching tattoos, show the world she’s mine, yeah?”

you let out a whimper, shutting your eyes tightly and nodding. michael sits up again, hands moving away from your wrists and to your hips. his thumbs press into your pelvis, warm and solid against you. you squeeze your thighs together, rubbing for any kind of friction to ease the ache between them. michael immediately catches the movement, smiling widely.

“just say the word,” he says to you, looking up through heavy eyelashes. “tell me what you want, sweet girl; can’t read that mind of yours unless you tell me.”

your face burns hotter and your thighs feel slicker. you let out a meek, “yes” and michael immediately understands but he doesn’t let in. he clicks his tongue, faux disappointment taking over his features.

“nuh-uh, gotta’ tell me, baby. i need more information.” he grinds his hips into you, his bulge catching on your clothed clit. “yes, what?”

you press up, eyes fluttering open to see him looking down at you, his own cheeks flushed. “yes, i want matching tattoos,” you cry. “want the world to know i’m yours, mikey—all yours. no one else’s.”

he’s on you within seconds, lips sucking and nipping at sensitive skin and a large hand under your waistband. he leaves wet kisses across your neck, trails them over your collarbones and up the front of your neck again. his fingers press harshly into the wet spot on your panties, and a rough laugh leaves his lips—something akin to disbelief.

“fuck,” he groans, “so fucking wet thinking about everyone knowing you’re mine, huh? like it that much?” he taunts, and you nod because you know he doesn’t mean his words in a cruel, condescending way—because you know he loves the idea just as much as you do.

michael’s quick to pull your pants down, tossing them away and into some corner of the room. he groans, choked and thick with want. his hands drag down your hips, your thighs, and stops on your calves.

“what about here?” he asks, eyes drawn to the mess between your legs but hands rubbing and pinching at the skin on the back of your legs. he looks up at you expectantly, patiently awaiting your response despite the way you squirm for him to just touch you. “could get matching calf pieces—fuck, that’d be so sexy, wouldn’t it?”

your walls flutter at his words, at the deep grumble of his voice. you nod, “y-yeah, would be nice,” you mutter, and michael grins. he drops your leg and makes a show of thinking, palm rubbing up and down his jaw.

“nah,” michael decides. “gotta’ be somewhere else.”

you whine, feet lightly kicking, and michael laughs. he pulls down his sweats and boxers and you immediately stop, damn near drooling at the sight of him, fully forgotten what you’d just been talking about.

michael looks down at your body and hums. his palms are suddenly on you again, manhandling your body so you’re on your stomach. you squeak as you’re flipped, his thick cock head prodding at your ass. his fingers slip under your hips and tugs them upward.

“maybe somewhere here?” he says, voice thick with pride. his fingers trail down your spine, causing electricity to flow through you. he gropes at your ass, squeezing the flesh as you whimper. “or here?” he asks, chuckling softly when you shake your head no. michael’s hand finally settles on the small of your back, big palm pressing your body down. “i think right here’s the winner,” he whispers, and you don’t argue.

not when he finally lines himself up with your entrance and gives you what you need.

[sashimi020]

almost yours p3 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ [mitsuya x reader]

PART 3 (3/5)

p1 | p2 | p4 | p5 notes: feedback, reblogs and comments appreciated!<3 i hope you guys like this chapter!! (not proofread so there may be mistakes)

tags: @dollrndo credits to @i-mmaculatus for the dividers!

the “date” from last week went mostly well, save for the questionable interruption by mitsuya’s friends but you think that it was pretty funny. they’ve always been fun to be around. you get why mitsuya hangs around them. you wish you could be closer to all of them.

sunday rolled around and you found yourself similarly jobless. maybe you should get something for mitsuya? he did cook for you later that week as promised.. the food tasted really really good. oh. your mouth is watering just thinking about it.. urgh. “get yourself together y/n!” you tell yourself. new years is nearing and you think maybe you could surprise him with a gift! that’d be sweet. 

only after 10 minutes did you realise that you were completely stumped for ideas on what to get him. sewing materials? that’s dumb. he already has that. another cardigan? too risky! it’s expensive and what if he doesn’t like it? a drawing? you don’t trust your artistic abilities to capture his beauty. you grumble into your pillow. why did choosing a gift have to be so hard? you suddenly felt a pit in your stomach.. what if you just didn’t know him well? how could this be?! you guys have been friends for ages and you don’t know what to get him?! you take a deep breath before you spiral and reach for your phone. staring at it, you’re struck with what you think is a genius idea! you should just ask his friends! they’d help you out right?

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y/n -> kazutora

y/n: HI KAZUTORA

kazutora: whatsupppppp

y/n: you’re suchhh a greattt frienddd you know?? i think you’re soooo awesome! 

kazutora: what do you want. 

y/n: i need a favour!

kazutora: -.- what is it?

y/n: i’m trying to find a gift for mitsuya but i can’t figure out what to get him

y/n: you and the others have spent more time with him so i thought you could help me

kazutora: ohh yeah i could, what occasion? his birthday isn’t coming up.. 

y/n: ohh. he cooked for me recently! i thought i should pay him back some way :)

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operation: mitsuya x y/n

kazutora: y/n is trying to find a gift for mitsuya bc he cooked for her they’re so cute what the heck 

draken: awhh

kazutora: she said she needs help finding gift ideas but i also have like no clue 

mikey: we’ll all go shopping?

baji: it’s so hot out.. 

mikey: SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO COME INTO EXISTENCE

draken: stop being so dramatic

mikey: :( 

mikey: bad ken-chin

mikey: WAIT I HAVE A GOOD IDEA

baji: when have you ever had a good idea

mikey: shut up this is actually good

mikey: what if two of us convince mitsuya to get something for her and two of us help her get something for mitsuya and then they can have like a little gift exchange thing?

draken: .. thats.. actually not a bad idea

baji: kudos

mikey: you guys underestimate me too much 

kazutora: me and baji will go with y/n you both go with mitsuya?

draken: sounds cool

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kazutora -> y/n

kazutora: wanna to the mall with me and the baji? we can help you find something there. 

y/n: sure! i’m free today evening i think, would that work for you guys?

kazutora: totally

y/n: thanks again! :3

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kazutora, y/n and baji finally make it to the mall. you three browse the stores for a bit and engage in idle conversation before you find yourself pause at a display in a store. it was a jacket, specifically a bomber jacket reminiscent of a certain video game character you liked. you stared at it for a second, wondering if it’ll look good on you, wondering how much it cost, wondering if you should consider getting it. kazutora and baji noticed you staring at the jacket with a rather longing expression. “something caught your eye” “huh?.. oh.. nothing nothing..” you turn away, ripping your gaze from it. kazutora took note of the store and the jacket you were so intently staring at. that would come in handy later. 

eventually the three of you ended up in what was a jewellery shop. "hey what about this?" baji pointed to a pair of matching bracelets. “ohh that’s so cute. i can see him wearing it” kazutora adds. you doubt if your feelings would be too predictable and obvious with a gift like that, you laugh awkwardly “isn’t that.. a bit too.. er.. couple-ish?” they both stare at you, deadpanning. kazutora and baji look at each other "yeah you’re getting that" 

"if you really aren’t sure about it, you could always get him another gift" baji says after you pay for the bracelets "it’s not that i don’t like it, i think it’s really cute.. i just.. don’t want him to think it’s weird.." baji frowns. kazutora raises his eyebrow. "what makes you think that?" "i don’t know! look.. i just.. he’s really sweet okay? but he’s.. kind to everyone. there’s nothing different about me. i don’t want to come off as overzealous with this gift" baji sighs "trust me when i say this. you.. you guys are different. he treats you differently" "we see it y/n.." as they both acknowledge the unspoken feelings you feel yourself get flustered “whatever! forget it" 

after browsing the stores for a while you spot something. a pin cushion. it’s perfect. you’ve never seen mitsuya use one so you figured maybe he didn’t have one, even if he did he wouldn’t mind a second, right? “oh! good spot! i think he’d love that" kazutora says. "i vaguely recall him talking about wanting one but i don’t think he ever got around to getting it.." baji adds. you grin and hold it up like a prize, what a steal, not bothering with the price you check out immediately with a small gleam in your eyes. 

the three of you parted ways, and said your goodbyes and you finally made it home. you stared proudly at the bracelets and pin cushion. there was a part of you that still got nervous about the bracelets, you could only hope he wouldn’t find it weird.. you try push the insecurity away and tuck yourself into bed, mind clouded with thoughts. overall you thought this was a pretty good gift. maybe you could add something else later.. oh! maybe make some origami.. definitely you had to package it nicely.. would he open it at the festival? you hope he would. your heart skips a beat and you feel your nerves tingling at the thought. you couldn’t wait for new years to roll around. you shut your eyes and let your exhaustion from the day ease your nerves. 

the little jacket detail is actually a bit of my nerdiness seeping in. i got into resident evil recently and i really REALLY badly want a jacket that looks like leon's like it looks so freaking cool!!

i just realised mitsuya isn't even in this chapter 💀 this was pretty short but its 12 30 in the night and i have to go to sleep so i'll upload ch4 tmrw probably!

[justonemorewallflower]

So I normally post BSG related content here but today I wanted to take the time to talk about the Wednesday Season 2 Trailer that dropped today!!! Oh my God there is so much to unpack. I'm going to go over some of the stuff/the things that piqued my interest (mostly because I'm doing this at work haha) I'll probably make another post later about the rest or in more depth though I think I covered most of everything I wanted to. We shall see. But let's get into it!

WARNING: spoilers for season 1 (obviously)

Wednesday going through airport security. Probably just her going home because if I remember correctly her home is a ways away from Nevermore but I had been under the impression they just drove there since they used their car. So if that isn't her going home I'm not sure where she's going. Maybe though with the amount of weapons she has with her it is school or possibly somewhere for one of her investigations (this is an edit but maybe also potentially she is visiting Enid because I remember she asked her to over the break).

Does Pugsley have powers now? There's that little clip of the family driving in the car and he like hits the Jericho sign with like electricity or something of the sort. So that's interesting. Maybe he has powers similar to Uncle Fester?

No sign of Xavier. That doesn't necessarily prove whether or not Percy is in this season but it gives me the idea that he likely won't be. Not sure if they've recasted him or just wrote him off as he left Nevermore or something. But if there is no Xavier I personally am happy as I wasn't a huge fan of Xavier (and not just because of the love triangle stuff, I just didn't like him as a character in general he came off as creepy and stalkerish to me, just weird vibes I didn't like). Just my opinion.

They show Bianca during the dialogue of "every family has dark secrets" which leads me to believe they will be going into more of her family stuff which excites me because I was partly worried they weren't going to come back to that/just leave it as a loose end.

Tyler is also shown during the above dialogue too which gives me hope they'll be getting into more of him and the Hyde and maybe even his mother and all of that. Hopefully we'll get to learn more about his family and how his mother being a Hyde changed things for him and his dad.

With Wednesday bleeding out of her eyes I believe that has something to do with her psychic abilities especially her being a Raven as her mother warned her about that in Season 1, also because that content is shown during the line "and secrets can have deadly consequences." Since I believe most likely that relates to her visions that probably means her visions get stronger or more frequent, maybe even both. Or maybe more violent/realistic too possibly.

The scene with Wednesday and the Hyde I find so interesting I really wanna know what's going on there because he runs towards her but seems to stop/like he's not going to attack. The setting also seems to be maybe Willow Hill which leads me to theorize multiple things: either Tyler escaped from his cell, Wednesday let him out/helped him escape, or he was allowed to walk around the facility with her (but I highly doubt that based on how they had him locked up in his cell).

There still seem to be murders happening. Between a car accident and a scene with someone's glasses in the woods and that person screaming, etc. What's behind the murders this time? Not sure but I highly doubt Tyler since it has been shown he's locked up (unless he does escape and the murders are after that). A new potential creature or villain could be introduced, maybe potentially Wednesday's stalker (which I hope they get into).

No sign of Laurel. While it has never been confirmed that she was killed that was the idea we were given but again not confirmed so she could still potentially be around, but I hope not for everyone's sake, especially Tyler.

It looks like Pugsley will be joining Nevermore (he's in a Nevermore uniform) so he might get roped into some of the mysteries going on and Wednesday investigating but we'll also maybe just get to see how he fares at Nevermore.

Uncle Fester will be back which is exciting and maybe means more Addams Family members will appear.

It looks like there's a festival/carnival again which should be fun and I'm curious how it will be compared to the one in the first season. I think it would be really cool if they did a parallel of sorts.

I'm curious what's going on with the scene where Wednesday looks like she had been kidnapped almost at a table with a bunch of creepy dolls. I'm curious what's going on there in general, whether or not she actually got kidnapped (maybe by her stalker perhaps) or if she set it up herself.

Also just some of my thoughts I really hope Tyler gets a redemption arc of sorts or at least we get some sort of closure regarding him and everything with his mom and being a Hyde, etc. I hope they get into it more and show how his being a Hyde isn't really under his control. I'm also curious to see if he is masterless now (assuming Laurel is dead) or if he has a new master, potentially Wednesday like some people are theorizing. Also I would love for him and Wednesday to reconcile, whether that be as lovers or just friends. I just want them to be on good terms again.

Okay, that's all I have for now haha! Feel free to share your thoughts, theories or correct anything I may have gotten wrong. I just wanted to share my thoughts as I'm super excited and wanted to talk about it with others!

Also please keep in mind these are just my thoughts and opinions.

[jetsimpersonator]

I should've been doing my homework . Did another limited color palette drawing instead (with more colors this time though. Tbf. This is a bigger drawing)

[puppppppppy]

auggie!!

[ffreire-frogs]

I... Just finished The Dragon Prince, if anyone needs me I'll be over there in the corner crying for 3-5 work days.

[dartalias]

There is a problem bothering me for a time whenever i wanna do fanarts of one of this characters, you see:

Kyoshi looks like Jesa, who looks like Yangchen

So logically Kyoshi probably also looks like Yangchen

But for the theory of the "reincarnation gets the past lovers face's" (that is cannon to me) Kyoshi's face looks like Ummi's

So Ummi looks like Yangchen???

[This would make Kuruk/Kyoshi messy love life much more messy]

And like... Jesa also looks like Ummi??

[Again, their weird love life mess, SOOOO more messier]

i made a graphic for illustrate this:

Its not completed yet and Froget to put their names but its

Kyoshi -> Ummi

Jessa -> Yangchen

Ps: The orenge "???" Ones are the most confusing ones

Ps 2: im not so sure of Ummi tone skin, i try to get directly from a screenshot but turns out pink, she looks more ligth skin then Kuruk or Katara, like mester Paku, put i always thogth of her more towards princess Yue features that are like a in-between?? But that its just me trying to figure out fanart sorry

[beachsideufo]

where r u going flug?

[luv-again]

mhm, romantic shadamy good. mhm, friendship shadamy good. mhm, qpr shadamy good... shadamy good

[sleepyblr-heart]

this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me

[wackywatchdotcom]

woke up like 40 mins ago at like 4:30 unable to fall back alseep so im once again thinking about ragatha and pomni as The Ocd Havers. its everything to me. oh whoops i ran out of tags on this post

[sonknuxadow]

did some minor customization to one of my neutral chao figures so cream could have cheese with her if anyone cares