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[skidmarkeater]

[upperranktwo]

☆Nanami Kento☆

Dedicated to @yacchannanamin

[myokk]

✨MASTERLIST✨

(fanart, longfics, oneshots)

Welcome to my blog!!! Here is my masterlist of ALL of my little sketches, artwork, writing, and general brainrot related to Hogwarts Legacy💘

🌿 - Madeleine / Maddy / myokk

🌱 - AO3

🌿 - likes and follows come from my main blog, @oerflink, because this is a sideblog (🥲)

🌱 - Eloise Babbit, my MC and basically the whole reason for this blog🫶 I don’t necessarily view her as the game’s MC, as my fic is quite canon-divergent and she is sweeter than the evil gremlin I played in-game😆💓 [link to her character sheet]

🌿 - my art tag🫶🫶🫶 here you can see basically every drawing I've done since joining the fandom!

Writing:

Before It Felt Like A Sin (AO3 / tumblr - ongoing)

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, canon divergent, longfic, wip, dual pov Eloise/Sebastian

Summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

Tags: slow burn, angst, magical theory, mythology references, pureblood culture, occlumency, legilimency, hurt/comfort, family dynamics, eventual romance, eventual smut, sacrificial magic, blood magic, dark magic rituals, implied/referenced child abuse

[coming soon] - an excerpt from the Ominis longfic I’m working on💘

Oneshots:

clumsy (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 9,1k

rating: E

summary: sebastian is clumsy.

or: two stubborn brats make things more difficult than they have to be.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, two really stubborn idiots in love to be exact, sir cadogan guest appearance, anne and imelda are the gremlin best friends every girl needs, smut (18+ ONLY), oral (f. recieving), no y/n

legilimency (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

word count: 1,7k

rating: m (language)

summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.

tags: ominis is a natural legilimens, he is entirely too introspective, fluff, no y/n

remembering the snow (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

word count: 3,3k

rating: G

summary: Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)

tags: character study, fluff, romance, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, I just wanted to write a sweet story & explore Imelda as a character

Illustrated scenes:

(aka where I illustrate little scenes from my longfic and oneshots💓)

🌿 - the summer before Sebastian and Anne’s first year at Hogwarts🥺💓

🌱 - Sebastian hates Eloise’s guts😳

🌿 - Eloise is really, really bad at chess😔 (this scene always makes me laugh SO MUCH)

🌱 - right after the pensieve scene🫶🫶🫶

🌿 - Eloise and Sebastian’s first kiss😇😇😇

🌱 - some angst after their first kiss😇😇😇

🌿 - sebastian overthinks things a lot😔

🌱 - an excerpt from my oneshot, clumsy💘

🌿 - another scene from my clumsy 🫶 I really love writing Sebastian’s pov & this was just so much fun to paint and write😫💓

🌱 - Eloise and her mother😔

[poisonous-honey]

Soul Crushing Guilt

(This is a re-upload: Originally posted to UniverseUchu on December 2nd, 2022)

You've treated them all like toys. In your defence this was just another video game to you a couple of weeks ago, but they're actually real with thoughts and feelings of their own. You don't know how to feel.

Who’s Here! Venti

Contains: isekai reader, Self Aware Genshin (not the Cult SAGAU), Insecurities (reader), Hurt/Comfort I guess it’s called

Note: I will say this takes place in the middle of a story, but it works on its own and I really liked how this turned out. I do have more written, but it's incomprehensible (even after a whole year it's still incomprehensible lmao)

Sitting on the cliffside of Starsnatch is not where you intended to be at this time, but your guilt and insecurities have led you here. You needed to be away from all the positivity from everyone in Mondstadt. Their kindness was only worsening your mood. Staring over the edge, lost deep inside your head, you almost miss the way the wind whirls around you before you hear the one person you wanted to avoid the most right now.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Why’d you leave without saying anything? Everyone back at Mond is worried, you know.”

You don’t say anything in response and let Venti walk up and sit next to you. You both stay silent and watch the waves crash onto the beach. Venti occasionally takes glances in your direction, but for the most part his eyes are on the scenery. After a few minutes, he tries asking you again.

“I know you told us that we aren’t overwhelming you, but please, if we actually are-”

“That’s not the reason I left Venti.”

“Then what is it?”

Silence is all that greets him. “Please, we just want you to be comfortable with us. We can’t help if we don’t know.”

Hearing him say that only makes you feel more guilty. They’re all so nice to you, and for what? The pressure and the guilt keeps building and building the more you stay here. Everyone’s been so understanding and kind, but all you’ve done before is use them any which way. You’ve judged them for superficial reasons and have even gotten them killed on numerous occasions. Venti showing up and putting the blame on himself and the others like they’re the reason you left just adds onto your shame as tears start to escape your eyes.

Upon seeing your eyes water, Venti slightly panics. “W-Wait, why are you crying!? I’m sorry for whatever-”

“Venti please stop.”

You turn to look Venti in the eyes, and see the panic and worry etched onto his face. It only makes you feel worse.

“Venti… Why are you here? Why do you keep following me?’ You look away from him, trying to keep from balling on the spot. ‘Why are you so nice to me?”

Hearing this, Venti’s face slowly scrunches in confusion. “What do you mean? Of course, I’m going to be nice to you. Where is this coming from?”

“You were conscious the entire time I was playing. I used you all like you were dolls for my amusement. After I got you, didn’t you feel like I was holding you captive or-or like some sort of toy forced to do my bidding? I don’t understand why no one hates me! I feel so guilty of everything I’ve said and done, but everyone’s apologizing to me like they’re in the wrong, and I don’t get it! Especially you! As the God of Freedom, don’t you hate me for taking away your own freedom from you? I just don’t understand… So why…” Unable to continue, you look away as you try to wipe your eyes and wait for Venti to finally tell you he hates you. That he’s going to stop pretending and get up and leave you alone. In your mind you know he would never, that's not who he is, but fear and anxiety is irrational.

Your breath hitches as you feel his hands land on your cheeks and turn your head to look at him. Instead of the disgust or apathy your heart was expecting, Venti’s face is filled with sorrow.

“I can’t believe you would think so low of me.’ He looks downwards and wipes away a few tears with his thumbs before looking back at you with nothing but care. ‘I guess from your point of view that’s a reasonable assumption to make, but you seem to be forgetting one key detail.”

You stare at him as he proceeds to give you the smuggest look you’ve ever seen on him. “I came home extremely early on my banner, didn’t I?”

What he’s saying doesn’t make any sense to you. He’s already treating you extremely differently than you anticipated, and now his question is putting your already malfunctioning brain into overdrive. What did his banner have to do with anything?

“What? Venti I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to…’ Finally, it all starts to click into place as your eyes widen, and his stupid grin gets larger. ‘You… Did you influence the banner wishes???”

Venti laughs joyously as he lets go of your face. His eyes sparkle like he’s recounting the best moment of his life.

“Why yes, I did! I actually got in a lot of trouble for that! It's part of the reason you lost the next 50/50, but I couldn’t miss the chance to join your team. I refused to wait another second.”

“But why? I still don’t under-”

“I have the freedom to make my own choices, do I not? I wanted to join your team, so I did.”

His expression changes from smug to such a soft look. You have a hard time believing it is being directed at you.

“Why, yes, I may be the God of Freedom, but I’m also simply one of the many characters this game has to offer. I’m one of your many characters in particular. And out of such a colourful cast of individuals, I was your favourite. To be the reason someone even downloaded our game in the first place sends me over the moon. For everyone else, you still give their lives a purpose and have earned everyone’s respect. Sure, you might be a bit crass, but even when you were rude or made a mistake, you still treated everyone with more care than necessary. I especially could feel and hear the level of adoration you had for me through the screen. To me, there’s nothing I want more than to travel by your side for as long as you’ll have me.”

Such a heartwarming and earnest speech from Venti has your eyes start to water again. Not all of your insecurities and guilt have been lifted, you don’t think that kind of guilt will be something you can get rid of, but with Venti here…

“You’re allowed to stay for as long as you want.”

He cups your cheeks again while looking straight into your eyes.

“Then till death do we part, my dear player.”

You break down and cry as Venti pulls you in for a hug. With Venti by your side, you know he’ll help you through your guilt with as much care and love as you’ve given him.

[littledeathdove]

Mother Miranda is manipulative, she likely changes certain aspects of herself when she is around a specific person or group of people. Why? To gain their trust, to have them love her until she desires to take advantage of it. It’s all to get what she wants, which is rats waiting to be used for experiments that will soon lead to the rebirth of her baby girl.

Mother Miranda is intelligent, very intelligent. She went from being just a mother to her child to becoming a mad scientist who studies something so advanced and complicated. Even though she didn’t succeed in her experiments the majority of the time, she still was able to do something many people couldn’t do. She was able to make four, possibly eight, successful super-beings out of the mold/cadou. All in 100 years. Not with a background dealing with scientific studies, just with the will to get back what she wants. Eva.

Mother Miranda is selfish, she doesn’t care about the people in the village who are willing to worship her and her ideals to the grave. She doesn’t care for the four lords who are willing to listen to her commands follow them through and be obedient to her. Well at least the majority of them. Miranda doesn’t care for that, she doesn’t care to see these people happy. All she wants is to see her dreams fulfilled and to take back what was unrightfully stolen from her, her daughter.

Mother Miranda is a perfectionist, she doesn’t settle for anything less than what she wants for her daughter. She could have taken Eveline, the girl who had the same DNA as her true daughter, the same girl who likely had the same face as her true daughter. Even with all of the things Eveline had in common with Eva and even being able to control the mold to a devastating extent, Miranda still called her a failure. She saw a flaw in Eveline, so that means that Eveline isn’t the right vessel to bring back her daughter. Her daughter must have the perfect body, the perfect host. Her Eva deserves it more than anything.

Mother Miranda is sadistic, I believe that woman like seeing people in pain. She probably lets out a chuckle every time she sees a lycan tearing up the body of a poor villager from a distance. There’s no doubting the fact she liked seeing the villagers afraid of her, afraid of what wonders around the borders of their village, afraid if they would be plucked away from their life in the village by one of her lords.

Mother Miranda is a nerd, sharp turn there, but it’s true. That woman likely talks about the mold and her experiments like it is the most interesting thing ever, because it is, to her. Oswell E. Spencer, the madman who is a co-founder of umbrella corporations, only confirmed this when he talked about the late-night scientific talks they had together during his stay in Miranda’s village. While Spencer likely started up these conversations, I could only imagine Miranda doing most of the talking once she realizes it’s about something she is interested in.

Mother Miranda is obsessive, she is obsessed over the mold, and she is obsessed over bringing back her beloved daughter. Miranda is like a train station that only has two stops, her mind only goes from one thing to another. Yeah, she focuses on other things like making sure the villagers are behaving accordingly, making sure the lords are doing what she commands, and making sure she keeps up her image to the oblivious villagers. But mainly her focus is set on two things, expanding her knowledge of the mold and bringing back Eva. It just shows how obsessed this woman can get, she does it with her whole soul.

Mother Miranda is unpredictable, you can’t have a set idea of how you believe Miranda operates. No, no, that’s not going to work for you at all. She can be doing things you know that she always does and then she suddenly is doing something completely different. It’s crazy, just like how she is. Speaking of crazy.

Mother Miranda is bat-shit insane, there is no denying it because it’s just one of her main personality traits. Chris, Ethan, and Heisenberg were all correct in saying that she’s a crazy woman. This woman decided that she was going to take the mold she found in a cave she wanted to die in, and put it in the villagers. Who thinks of that? What sane person does that? She experimented with likely more than a thousand bodies, elderly, adults, teens, children, and babies. I mean I doubt that woman had a limit she didn’t cross because she is just that unhinged.

Those are just traits I remember studying about her by memory. But you get the gist. Miranda is just crazy all in all, but she is doing it all for her daughter, could you blame her? So what if she has a few (many) bad traits? You have to love a woman who has the mannerisms of a crow and the persistence that is the size of the sun.

Now just imagine how these traits would affect you if you were to somehow gain to woman’s interest so much that she became curious. The more curious she gets the more she learns about you, and if you somehow can do things that shock her, it will lead to more. It will lead to her wanting to know more and more like a greedy salesman. She doesn’t take any interest in most things, so when you somehow make your way into her thoughts more than once while she is doing what she does best in her lab, good luck to you. Because now you have the village priestess becoming slowly obsessed with you. And both good and bad things come out of it. So have fun being a new major thing crow mama’s thinks about all the time.

Took a break from writing my one-shot to make this random ramble post. Anyway, look at this new header of my wife >:)

[victorianpining]

He. x

[hiimcanadia]

In honor of the trailer I decided it was time to give Ed another stuffed animal

(I have previously given him a teddy bear and a blåhaj)

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

…….. dilfguru drabble is dangerously close to becoming a fic

[finnickodaiir]

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-General Headcanons: Yamanami Keisuke-

-No Spoilers for GudaGuda 7-

Foreword: Freed from the clutches of NPC Jail is none other than the Shinsengumi’s softest man! To celebrate his arrival, here’s his General Headcanons! Oh and I’ll be releasing his sprites throughout the event week too as I work on my To-do List and other things.

But that’s enough from me right now! Here you go!

Do not let this man’s soft, kind and affable demeanor fool you. He can absolutely take you and everyone else for that matter in an argument. Be it screaming match or friendly debate, it doesn’t make a difference, he will meet your energy and you will regret going low on him if you decide to take it that far. He isn’t one to fold unless you can actually prove he’s wrong, to which he’ll concede and actually admit he’s mistaken. That’s not to say he’s completely obstinate or anything of the sort, he only really locks in like that when things get heated, much to his own disappointment. If you ask Sannan, it’s one of his worst qualities. Something he doesn’t like to see in others and something he really doesn’t like in himself. Though the people around him more or less call it ‘strong conviction’ rather than bullheadedness, which he still doesn’t agree with. In not heated arguments, he’s much better and more often than not the dispute will be resolved peacefully. It’s just…some people Hijikata really set him off, y’know?

Note: If you don’t believe me then look at his angry sprites. That man WILL throw down.

The second he found out that Chaldea had both a book club and a poetry club was the same second he joined. In life he wrote poetry, so I’d imagine that he’d keep up the hobby in his second one too. He does get a bit embarrassed reading his own stuff aloud but gets over it relatively quickly when he gets to know the other members. On the book side of things, he’s pretty hyped to have so much literature in one place that he can just…walk to, in a reasonable amount of time.

This man will not, under any circumstances, leave his room—or wherever he’s sleeping at—until he does his hair in the morning. This is the first thing he does when he gets out of bed and nothing will stop him from completing this task. Neither god nor man can stop Yamanami from tying his hair up before he leaves and he won’t be caught dead with it untied. The exit to a time loop could be Sannan not doing his hair and—well, shit! I guess he’s stuck there forever! …Just kidding. I think he’d stomach one day with his hair down to escape a time loop, it’s not that deep. Though it is enough to where he can confidently say that he can count on two hands the number of people who have seen him with his hair down. It’s always tied up in some fashion and the day will come where you think you got him and he’ll just smile and point at the singular bobby pin holding back a section of his bangs. Boom, he’s got you on a technicality. If you—for some reason—decide to make it your life’s mission to see this beautiful man with his hair completely down then you will find yourself embroiled in the world’s longest running game with Okita and Saito snickering in the back. Those two have seen him with his hair down and they aren’t telling you shit! They will play it up like it’s the eighth wonder of the world to add salt on the wound when you fail.

Note: His fastest time is thirty seconds and he occasionally attempts to beat his record.

He’s great with kids and you’ll often see him and Okita playing games with Jack, Nursery Rhyme, Bunyan, and Janta. While he can’t play too hard due to the arm injury that he sustained, he does play a mean game of hide and seek. If Yamanami is one of the people hiding, when he’s one of the last people left then he’ll throw by sneaking up behind you and grabbing your shoulders to scare the shit out of you. While this may seem like a mean spirited play on his part, the laughter from the other hiders at your screaming will give them away, so it’s really just his subtle way of helping you end the game. If he’s the one seeking then I hope you have a really good spot because you’re dealing with the Shinsengumi’s best seeker and he’s not one to be slacking. And yes, puppy eyes do work against him but its success rate is 42% so don’t expect to be saved very often.

Note: It should be noted that him and Okita don’t play tag together. Ever. If you ask Sannan about it, then he’ll simply say that Okita never asked. If you ask Okita about it then she’ll simply say that she’s not feeling it at the moment, which is what she says every time you ask. If you ask Saito about it, then he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and offer you the sage wisdom that some things are best left alone.

Yamanami takes really good care of his glasses. He has two cloths on hand and even has the spray too so as to keep the lenses clear when he’s out and about. Our guy knows all the alternative ways to keep the lenses and frames clean, so he will educate you if you’re doing something unholy like using fucking Windex on your glasses. On another note, he did get his prescription soon after he materialized and does have a spare in case his original ones break. He’ll be mourning their loss for a while. He tried contacts but found the feeling to be weird and mainly keeps them somewhere as the ‘I have no glasses but I must read’ emergency pair when both his original and spare break. Oh yeah, and I believe him to be farsighted. His two other ascensions have no glasses, and those are the ascensions where he’s very clearly dressed to kill (haha) so it would stand to reason that his eyesight without his glasses must not be that bad or he’s farsighted. As someone who can’t see shit 3 inches in front of her face without her glasses, I can’t imagine fighting someone who I can barely see. Life or death situation, I’m still with the coke bottle glasses! So I headcanon Sannan to be farsighted since it’d be the less debilitating thing to have in battle and it makes more sense when he takes it off for his 2nd and 3rd ascensions since he can see just fine far away without them.

Sannan, as implied by the bags under his eyes, doesn’t get that good of a sleep most days. It’s not having nightmares or anything dramatic like that, it’s just that he can’t relax enough for sleep to actually get a grip on him. Being submerged in darkness with the silence ringing in his ears sets the stage for a certain three words to take the floor. Coulda, woulda, and shoulda. This man has a lot of regrets and he can’t help but ruminate on how things would’ve turned out for him and his friends if he had just done better. If he was more wise, more assertive, more strong, more…everything—maybe if he wasn’t himself, then maybe that life would have ended more sweetly. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The myriad of possibilities of how things coulda been if he woulda done what he shoulda from the start, they plague him. That’s why this man has bags under his eyes, because he’s torturing himself for hours on end every night for shit he knows he can’t change. It’s awful.

Please, please, for the love of all that is cool beans, PLEASE make sure he sorties occasionally. Once a week, or once every two weeks—doesn’t matter. Just make sure you bring him out onto the battlefield. Do not regulate him to just filing papers. His mental health will tank and you will have a front row seat to watching a flower wither before your eyes. He’ll get depressed being all cooped up inside while everyone else is out there fighting and bringing you victory. He’ll start wondering if the reason you don’t send him out is because of his injury and it only gets worse from there as time goes on. Is it because he ran away? Is it because of the things he took part in? How about the things he let happen? Did someone tell you something about him? Do you think he’s too weak? So on and so forth until the end of time. He’ll try being nice about it and subtly ask you to have him on your comp next time but then he’ll follow it up by saying that, of course, it’s up to you and you’re the boss so…yeah. Get him outside on the field, doesn’t matter for what—proofs farming or bone farming, doesn’t matter—just get him out there and make him useful. And don’t you dare look at him with that pitiful look in your eyes either. He knows it well and it hurts him more than any physical wound ever could.

When he was alive, he earned—under the Hokushin Itto discipline—a license that basically told everyone that he knew all that there was to know about Hokushin Itto-ryu and is permitted, legally, to teach it. Which means that you absolutely can ask Sannan to teach you swordplay if you so choose. He, at first, would be astonished that you’d ask him of all people to teach you when you already have legends like Sasaki Kojirou, Tomoe Gozen, and Yagyu Munenori to teach you much more than what he learned. I mean, he’s just some dude. Why choose him? If you are persistent then he will relent and you’ll obtain Sannan as your teacher. He takes his new position very seriously and is committed to teaching you how to handle yourself well in battle, it could be the difference between life or death, after all. That’s not to say his gentle demeanor has vanished in favor of something more stern, no, if anything he seems kinda happy to be doing this. Though, it should be noted that, on rare occasions where you’re practicing on your own while supervised, you could turn around and catch a glimpse of Yamanami’s wistful expression looking through you. He’s quick to correct himself and give you a wave, but a tint of pain can be seen in those plum colored eyes.

Note: It’s not possible, but do try to keep the fact that Yamanami’s training you under wraps for as long as you can. The inevitable consequence is Okita randomly popping up sometimes mid training session to ‘quiz’ you on what you’ve learned so far. And by ‘quiz’ I mean ‘spar’ and by ‘spar’ I mean ‘knock you on your ass in under 5 seconds.’ Thankfully it doesn’t occur too often and Oki isn’t just going to beat you up and leave either, she’ll pitch in with your education too and tell you stories about the old days at the Shieikan. Saito and Hijikata will leave you be and’ll only participate in your training if you ask, with latter being harder to convince.

No one is quite sure how this happened, but through some means Sannan has gotten a bit into metal music, which is a stark contrast to his more easy listening and ambient music taste. Quite a few people think that Nobu is the one responsible when it was actually Tomoe. But not just any metal music, folk metal and symphonic metal. It can’t be TOO metal-y, it has to be diluted. To best show you what I mean, I’m going to list an example. 夜ごとの闇の奥底でfeat.LIQU@ by Undead Corporation. (aka. Yogoto no Yami no Okusoko de) For that matter, quite a few of UC’s works fit the bill too like 天涯 (Tengai) or 常世想兼神 (Tokoyo Omohikane no Kami) hit the spot as well. And while the mix of traditional instruments with metal is pretty great for him already, what Yamanami appreciates the most about these songs are the lyrics. Oh my gosh the lyrics are amazing. You can look up the translated lyrics here, here and here but they have that level of poeticism and wordplay that I just know that Sannan would appreciate.

You may recall that I earlier stated that Sannan has an arm injury. While I won’t quite get into how it happened for fear of spoiling the new event, I will tell you how he lives with it in Chaldea. It hurts from time to time and while it’s not that bad, it can flare up to an almost unbearable degree if Yamanami pushes himself too hard. And the thing is… As much as our megane friend here is the voice of reason in the Shinsengumi, the fact of the matter is that he’s just as liable to fall into the same traps everyone else fell into. Just look at him argue with Hijikata! He’s no better and he knows it. That in mind he can and will push himself past his limits and he will pay for it dearly on the pain scale, it might even cause him to pass out if the situation’s that bad. Though I wouldn’t worry about it too much since those are extreme circumstances. Still, you should keep an eye on him because the only complaints he’s going to give about his arm are the ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ type of complaints that don’t really stand out among what’s going on in the field. Thankfully, Yamanami does have painkillers to help but he often forgets them in his room, so make sure to have some Tylenol and snacks on hand for when that happens, ‘kay?

Endnote: And that’s that! You can’t see me right now, but I’m oscillating into a different plane of existence from the sheer excitement! I can’t wait to have him buff my Hajime-chan for solo comps in the future! Once I grind those godforsaken spirit roots, I’ll have him fully ascended! Ugh, and I’ll also have to grind proofs for his skills too… Man, I hate being in mat hell…

But that’s enough of The Misery of Re-Re-Redline, I’ll be seeing you all very soon and good luck on your rolls!

Bye for now!

—Redline, over and out!

[blue-thief]

no thoughts just these banger kaisagi panels

[pearliegrimm]

babygirl i am so so normal abt burial mounds era wangxian

[aquilamage]

I still haven't stopped thinking about Them

[vampthropologist]

You know he has to flip for it!

No text + flat under cut

I've been working on this for a bit, and it is done! Two of my f/o's interacting for a silly meme. Ichimatsu's getting held by the scruff like a cat because Harv can't be normal /j/lh

[eky11]

Extremely secondary characters in a secondary team exist:

Me: So yeah, uh.... what if they were handholding... in his bedroom... while listening to their favorite bands....