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[lthier0ki]

lil doodle of my newest amrev oc, her name is Beth! I do not have much of a backstory for her yet, but soon enough, I will :^)

I used oil pastels for the first time, I really like how this turned out

[blaithnne]

Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

[l0vagrend]

car humanization in the year 2024 ? ofc

[mason-ajar]

today i turn the big one seven 17 so im throwing a rager !!!! (drawing my favorite kids show characters) today i get to unapologetically headcanon the fuck outta my faves ^o^

shudaina my og muses, HAD 2 redesign them outta recognition !!! (and ive been wanting to put daina in some vkei hehe)

shu ur so me :3

roman my dear mfb oc. not 14 anymore buddy 😔 and kyohyotsu in some cunty fits for fun !!!

[firelords-honour]

[mihai-florescu]

This really was our yumenosaki academy♡

[shion-yu]

Day 3 - Isolation

It's lonely to fall apart. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shu - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw 

CW/TW: Medical abuse!!

Shu didn’t know how much longer he could take this. He’d been sick for two weeks now with a fever that would not go down no matter what medications he took. Distracting himself with any kind of media simply wasn’t possible, because everything made him nauseous. Reading, watching TV, even the screen on his cell phone - anything that required focus made his eyes feel like they were trembling and caused him to get dizzy. So he was stuck just lying in bed with nothing to distract him from the abject state of misery he was in.

Julian had mostly been doing consultations from home in order to keep an eye on him. Shu didn’t want his condition to affect his boyfriend’s job, but it was also true that he was scared to be alone. He felt so sick that he could barely make it to the bathroom on his own. Julian often had to help him take the short walk there and back, supporting Shu easily with strong arms around Shu’s torso. 

He hated that it was like this. He’d never been so sick in his life. If it had just been these two weeks of illness, then he could’ve put it down to any number of short-lived infections. But it’d been a year. One whole year of falling ill every single month with barely any healthy breaks in between. Julian had examined him a hundred times and run every test imaginable, but said there was technically nothing wrong with him. Sometimes, he said, people just developed a weak immune system over time. The flu he’d had last year could have triggered it and there was nothing they could do. 

Shu trusted his boyfriend, given that he was a world-renowned doctor. He certainly was getting the best care imaginable, given Julian could treat him at home when the average person would probably be confined to the hospital, or at the least be occupied with constant visits to a doctor’s office. Prescriptions, blood draws, even IV fluids - Julian could do it all from the comfort of their own bedroom. But Shu couldn’t help but feel like something else had to be wrong. He’d always been healthy, catching only one or two minor illnesses a year. In all honesty, he was scared that he was dying from some unknown disease.

Julian told him it was stress that made him feel so much anxiety. He had been trying to convince Shu to quit his job for months, insisting that he could take care of both Shu and his mother even if Shu didn't work anymore. It could even be the baseline level of stress causing Shu’s weakened immune system in general, Julian suggested; they never knew, maybe if he quit he'd miraculously stop getting sick so frequently. But Shu didn't want to quit his job. He was proud of his career and he valued himself as being a hard worker. It felt wrong to burden someone else financially, even if it was his boyfriend who made at least twice the amount he did. He hadn't worked so hard all these years just let someone else work for him. 

It was getting to a point where Shu didn't have much of a choice, though. The absurd amount of leave he’d amassed after ten years with the same company (taking almost no time off over this decade) was now dwindling at an alarming pace. At first his boss had doubted Shu was really ill this frequently. He didn't doubt it for long - every time Shu came into work he looked more haggard than the last time. Everybody knew he was a mess, dragging himself through each work day looking like he might collapse at any time. They’d taken a few of his usual responsibilities away from him, which Shu saw as a warning sign that he wasn’t competent enough. He tried so hard to make up for his shortcomings, but it just wasn’t possible. 

His friends were worried. Mathias and Miki texted him frequently asking after his health, but Shu had stopped answering them most of the time now. It was tiresome when they often said, “Are you feeling any better?” Because the answer was always no. He didn't feel any better. He felt worse, almost always worse and he was scared he was never going to feel good again.

He’d lost over twenty pounds just this year alone, and he was not a very hefty person to begin with. His hair was thinner and had lost the deep, black shine it'd always had. Dull was a good word for him - he looked faded, like he'd disappear if he lost any more weight or color.

“Aiya, Shumei, my son, what is happening to you?” His mom scolded often, her tone brisk as usual but lacking its normal edge. Shu knew she was worried. Before he started getting sick, he used to visit her every Friday afternoon after work, if not more frequently. He’d bring her to plays and events on the weekends and take her out to dinners they hadn’t been able to afford when he was growing up. Now he barely ever saw her - in part because he was often too ill to leave the house, but mostly because he hated the look of concern on her face each time he appeared worse off than the last time he'd seen her.

He felt so alone, so ashamed and useless... Julian was the only reason he didn't completely fall apart. His boyfriend, the only person who really knew the true extent of it all. He clung to Julian like a lifeline. Julian was always there to take care of him and never seemed to tire of all of this, even if Shu was at his wits end. He made sure Shu stayed hydrated and as comfortable as possible despite his constant body and headaches. He would mop Shu’s hot brow, shushing him gently as Shu whimpered in pain. He would carry Shu to the chair next to their bed and change the sheets when Shu sweat through them, which was often. Julian even bathed him, washing off the thick layer of sickness that clung to Shu’s skin. Shu didn't think he deserved it, but Julian never complained. 

Shu didn't realize he was crying until Julian came in and rested a cool hand on Shu’s damp face. “What's the matter, darling? Please don't cry.”

Shu sniffled, tears running down his hot cheeks. “You're too good to me,” he whimpered. “I don't want to be sick anymore. How can you stand being around me?”

“Shh, don't talk like that,” Julian said. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss Shu on the forehead. “I love you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Aren’t you tired of this? I am,” Shu said, voice wavering. “I’m different now... I’m...”

“No,” Julian said, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. “I’ll never get tired of taking care of you. You're exactly who I fell in love with, and the most important person to me. I’ll do anything to help you.” 

Shu still didn't think he deserved it, but he leaned in to Julian’s touch anyways. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You're the best boyfriend in the entire world.”

“It’s easy because it's you,” Julian said. “And I've loved you my whole life. That'll never change.”Shu closed his eyes, too tired to keep talking. Julian really must love him more than Shu could understand to be so endlessly patient, even though he was so sick all the time. He didn't want to be sick anymore, but if he had to be... He was the luckiest man in the world to have Julian, he thought to himself.

[aerinamis]

hello i present my enstars faves tierlist except it devolved into a tierlist of how much i want to study them/how much they live in my head

[muniimyg]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUPERNOVA // JJK ੈ✩‧₊˚

01 | 02 | ♡ 03

— stuck in an unspoken love triangle, oc and jungkook face the end of it all

au/genre:

mean girl au

love triangle

childhood friends to lovers

note: omg ! the end <3

//

jungkook had a plan. 

he was going to show you around the new exhibit, confess, and ask to be your boyfriend. his entire life, he waited for signs and for the perfect time—only for him to realize that there will never be a moment where bells ring and tell him; now. 

no. 

you see, after all this time—for his entire life—you have been the quiet. 

his quiet. 

all his life, it’s like his eyes only focused on you. everything and everyone around him was blurry and the only real clarity he had in his life was art and you… and as corny as it is; that’s what you are to him entirely. 

art. 

from your pottery, to the way you look, and to the way you simple are—you are his favourite masterpiece. 

the canvas gallery is where you two ran around as kids, amazed at all the pieces other artists made. so, it only made sense that this would be the place where he kicks his anxiety in the ass and finally fucking goes for it. 

so, he waited. 

and waited. 

…. and waited.

and right when he was about to call you—

hana showed up. 

she grabbed his arm and yapped all about how excited she is to be here with him. to that, jungkook shook off her grip and stepped away.

...

“what are you doing here?”

“___ gave me her ticket—”

“fuck that. hana, why do you always do this? why do you always take things from ___?”

with distant yet jealous eyes, hana replied; “because she has better things than me. i like her things. is it so wrong to like her things?” 

“are you insane?”

“maybe.” hana scoffed. “i don’t get it. what does she have that i don’t? we grew up together and did everything together—yet, it’s like… i’m not even half of her.”

“because you aren’t.” he growled. “you hate ___, right?”

silence. 

“that’s okay,” jungkook exhaled. “cos i fucking hate you. with all my being. ever since you blew out ___’s 14th birthday candles. ever since you always kissed the guys she was into. ever since her pottery business bloomed and you accidently knocked over a piece she was working on for two months. god, hana. i have and will always hate you.”

“shit, jungkook. is that it? are you done—”

“no,” he sighed. “i will never be done hating you for taking every opportunity to turn anything good for ___ into something bad. you want to play mean girl? fine by me. let’s fucking play. get this through your fucking head; i will never be yours but i will forever be ___'s."

...

jungkook gave you time.

partly because he was mad—mad that you gave hana your ticket so easily, mad at how quickly you folded like you always do. but mostly, because he knows how you are in moments like this. you don’t talk. you retreat, giving yourself space to breathe, to think. he hopes you’re using the time to clear your head, making space for him.

by the third week of awkward text exchanges—his dry "good night" met with your overly polite “you too"—and no more nightly facetime calls where he fell asleep to your voice, jungkook snaps.

he gets into his car and drives to your studio.

the late afternoon light spills through the frosted windows as he parks outside. his stomach twists at the sight of the closed sign hanging on the door, but the faint hum of a song playing inside tells him you’re there. jungkook knocks, loud and insistent.

for a moment, he worries you won’t answer.

that you’ll pretend not to hear him or let the music drown him out. but then, he hears the soft shuffle of slippers and the click of the lock.

when the door creaks open, you’re there.

cheeks flushed from the warmth of the studio, hair tied back messily, and streaks of dried clay smudged across your forearms. your apron is dusted in powdery beige, a damp hand towel clutched in your fingers.

“jungkook—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

his name on your lips is enough to tip him over the edge. stepping forward, he pushes the door shut behind him and closes the space between you in one fluid motion.

your back hits the sink behind you with a soft thud, the cool porcelain biting through the thin fabric of your apron. his hands find your waist first, firm and grounding, as though he’s anchoring himself to you.

“w-what are you—”

“i can’t do this anymore,” he mutters, his voice low and trembling, the words spilling out as though they’ve been trapped inside for years.

he shifts closer, one hand leaving your waist to cradle your jaw. his thumb grazes your cheek, where a smear of dried clay clings to your skin. you’re so warm, and so unbearably soft that it makes his chest ache. his other hand brushes against the edge of your apron, his knuckles bumping against the damp streaks of clay still drying on your fingers.

“jungkook—” you try again, but your voice falters when he leans in. his forehead brushes yours, and he’s so close you can see the strain in his jaw, the tension pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“i’ve had enough, ___,” he breathes, his voice trembling with something between desperation and exhaustion. “i’m tired of bending backwards to see you. i'm tired of people standing in front of you and i'm sick of you letting them. most of all, i’m tired of waiting for the right time. i—i’ve been in love with you since we were seven, and you know that.”

his hand leaves your cheek to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers trembling slightly as they linger there. “i haven’t done much to hide it, have i? i'm sorry. i've been a coward but... maybe i never did anything because i always knew how you felt about me too.”

your hands tighten on the towel, the wet clay squelching under your fingers. you glance down, unable to meet his gaze, but he doesn’t let you escape.

“look at me,” he pleads softly, tilting your chin upward until your eyes lock with his. the raw intensity in his stare steals the air from your lungs.

“please, ___... i'm fucking begging to you see me through this,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he leans his forehead against yours again. “i'm begging you to take my heart and mold it yours.”

and that’s exactly what you do.

your hands tremble, damp with clay and nerves, as you reach for him. you cradle his jaw gently, your thumbs brushing over the faint stubble along his cheeks.

then you kiss him.

jungkook freezes at first, his breath hitching in surprise, but it takes only a heartbeat before he softens. his lips move against yours, slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every second of this moment.

he’s hesitant—his hands stay planted on your waist, his grip cautious, almost shy. but when you sigh against him, his restraint snaps. his fingers curl into the fabric of your apron as he steps closer, pressing his body firmly against yours.

he bends his knees slightly, his arms sliding down to wrap around your thighs. with a quiet grunt, he lifts you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the sink. your legs part instinctively, making room for him to step closer, his body slotting perfectly between yours.

you gasp softly as his hands find the back of your thighs, pulling you flush against him. your fingers slip into his hair, still streaked with clay, and he laughs quietly against your lips at the mess you're making.

his laugh fades quickly, replaced by a deep hum as he kisses you harder, with more certainty. the kiss grows messy, your breaths mingling and the faint taste of salt lingering between you.

when he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, and his eyes search yours with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. he doesn’t move far—his forehead rests against yours, his nose brushing yours as his fingers trace small circles on your thighs.

“so…” he whispers, his lips curling into a boyish grin as his gaze flicks to your apron, your hands still smeared with clay. “about that mug?”

[lthier0ki]

IGNORE SHITTY WHITEBOARD QUALITY uhhhh here's some more Beth doodles! and I thought a bit more about her character just so I can see what to add or change ^_^

Her name is Bethany Thomas, Beth for short. She was born in a small area within Delaware with a mother, father, and a younger sister.

It was safe to say her family was middle-class, so her parents didn't struggle too much to provide for Beth and her little sister. As she grew up, she noticed the inequalities around her and discovered that she wanted to be a soldier. But obviously, her gender stopped her from joining the revolution.

Therefore she did the most logical thing, and disguised herself as a man! It was hard for her to keep up and it constantly made her anxious, but it also helped her develop a stronger demeanor within her partners. She was 25 years old at this time.

And, um, would it be valid for me to make her fall in love with a historical figure..?

a.. woman, preferably...

no other reason, of course! totally not to.. satisfy my... yuri needs...

[tsuutarr]

Boop?

Boop!!

(Yes, I liked his design enough now that Yan!Tsuu is now an actual OC -- his name is now Shu <3)

(without the hand!)

[shusei-tokuda]

yeah...

*peeks in*

~@shusei-tokuda

hey! didn’t know you could find me here, what brings you to the psych ward Tokuda-kun?

[tophatthesilly]

ELLO

WELCOME TO MY LIL BLOG GEHEHHEHEHHEHE If you made it here you probably found me yelling being silly in ur comments or somehow stumbled here bc of my other acct @tophatstintin gegehehhehhehehhehe:3

U CAN FIND MY STUFF WITH "tophat's stuff"

I tend to reblog tintin related things sjsnksksdjdbje

LIL INTRO

Name: Tophat Nationality: CANADAIN HBUGVYFCDCFGH Ethnicity: SRI LANKAN Pronouns: they/her (i mostly use they/them but i don't mind if u use she/her :3) NONBINARY :3

STUFF IM INTO RN (and favorite characters):

LORD OF THE RINGS/ THE HOBBIT-(Pippin)

BEYBLADE BURST-(Wakiya)

TINTIN-(I LOBE THEM ALL JNHBUGVCTR)

OBJECT SHOWS (bfdi, ii, hfjone, bfkfc, object manor :3-(don't really have one lol)

SMG4-(SMG3)

EDDSWORLD-(Tord)

A.V.A/A.V.M-(purple) DANDADAN-(okarun)

SHIPS I SHIP

LOTR/HOBBIT: Bilbo x Thorin, Sam x Frodo, Legolas x Gimli

BEYBLADE BURST: Rantaro x Wakiya, Valt x Shu, Ranjiro x Aiger

TINTIN: Tintin x Haddock

SMG4: Smg4 x Smg3

EDDSWORLD: Tom x Tord DANDADAN: momo x okarun

i haven't really done object oc's for lotr/hobbit, so if u have any suggestions on what objects they should be, feel free to suggest them :3

also as u can probably see, i haven't really posted much here and on my other acct in a while. its bc im having some family problems and i don't have my phone, so i can only post wb doodles for now :'[

ALSO FEEL FREE TO DM ME IF I FOLLOW U BACK :3 I DONT BITE HBGVYFCTDXRGVYBH

also i got some oc's gegehehehhehheheh

tophat, Yara, and Xavier are my osc OC's, the country ball one doesn't have a name lol (i'll just call it CB for now lol), TOO (The Only One) is my A.V.A/A.V.M (animation vs animator/animation vs minecraft (Allan Becker)) OC, and Theodore/Theo is my hobbit OC.

Tophat and CB both use they/them

Yara and TOO use they/her

Xavier and Theo use they/him

[shion-yu]

Day 4 - Lying

Shu keeps getting sick, but Julian doesn't seem to mind. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shu - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw 

TWs: Medical abuse and manipulation! Although it's not obvious in this one.

Shumei lay in bed sniffling into a tissue for what seemed like the millionth time this year. It was, in fact, the fourth time, but for someone who was used to catching perhaps one or two colds per year that were mild enough to still work through, this was a huge contrast. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Was it just that he was getting old that his immune system decided to completely fail him? He was thirty-five for God’s sake, he wasn’t that old.

But he felt like it. He felt like he was falling apart - physically, and as a result, emotionally. He was used to being strong, working through anything. He’d gone to work with such a bad fever that he’d fainted before for once, and even then he’d only taken two days off. This was different, though. These colds were so frequent that they were wearing him down until he had no energy left to protest when Julian called him into work yet again. Maybe if he was single he’d still be pushing himself to go in, but Julian was a doctor. He knew best, and he told Shu he really needed to stay home. So Shu listened even though he felt so guilty about letting his colleagues down that it only added to his misery.

Julian was incredible. Shu had no idea how his boyfriend put up with him. He worried it was just obligation but Julian insisted it wasn’t. He cared more about Shu and Shu’s health than anything, he told Shu over and over again. It made Shu cry knowing he had such a wonderful boyfriend who always took care of him even though he felt like he was a mess these days. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t see traces of anything handsome left. Just someone who looked exhausted and sick. He’d started leaving the bathroom cabinet over the sink open just so he didn’t have to look at himself while washing his hands.

Julian came into the room with yet another hot bowl of rice porridge for him. Shu didn’t seem to be able to stomach much else when he was ill. His mom had taught Julian how to make it and while it wasn’t the same as his mother’s congee, it was surprisingly good. Shu pushed himself up in bed, coughing miserably. “Thanks,” he croaked out. 

“It’s my pleasure, my love,” Julian said, kissing him on the cheek. He looked as perfect as ever, his beautiful brown hair styled flawlessly without even trying. 

Shu wiggled away from the kiss just a little. “You’re going to catch this.”

Julian laughed. “You know I never catch your colds. Besides, I’m a doctor, my immune system is made out of steel.” He held one arm up in a fake show of muscle and whipped his winning smile out. Shu forced himself to return the smile weakly. Julian always tried to cheer him up so much. He was the best partner in the entire world and Shu felt like he couldn’t give anything back to him anymore. 

“I’m sorry...” He said quietly, hanging his head in shame. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop apologizing for being sick. You can’t help it,” Julian said matter of factly. “And I like taking care of you. It’s fine.”

“There’s no way you like it,” Shu mumbled. “Not for the fourth time in a row.”

“But you’re adorable when you’re sick,” Julian said, eyes sparkling. He kissed Shu again, this time on his inflamed red nose. Shu sighed. He had no way of knowing just how much Julian meant that.

[noctishy]

Inktober 2024 part 2

Prompts : day 3, mask - Wanderer (Bar Stella Abyss) / 4, insect - Maid-san (Collection Villa) / 5, madness - Irisu Kyouko (Irisu Syndrome!) / 7, skeleton - Agareth (Hell by Rock) / 8, Dionysus - Épave (OC) / 10, cat - Haze (Arknights) / 12, mirror - Praline (OC) / 13, steampunk - Shu Itsuki (Ensemble Stars) / 15, doll - Praline (OC) / 22, plant - Elise (OC) / 26, grim reaper - Praline (OC) / 30, plaid - Akkeri (OC)

Part 2 of an Inktober assignment I did last month ! Part 1

[mp3minded]

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal, First Playthrough Thoughts/Takeaway

(Word Count: about 700.)

Some of my highlights for each route include, (in no particular order);

Shu’s Dark #9

Subaru’s Dark #10

Laito’s Maniac #7

Kanato’s Ecstasy #3

Ayato’s Ecstasy #7

Reiji’s Ecstasy #9

In terms of my favorite diaboys.. they're Reiji and Subaru, and I oscillate between them like a moon cycle 🫣 though in stan twitter terms, it’s more like Reiji’s my bias, and Subaru’s my wrecker.

When it comes to Reiji.. I’ll always have a soft spot for him. It was cool to see the context behind the scenes between him and Cordelia better, that the anime referenced. I knew he’d be up there for me before I finally played the first game and, the anime truly was only the tip of the iceberg 💀

Initially, when I was ranking everyone in my head right after I played all their routes, I had Subaru low on my totem pole, so I wasn’t expecting any of this. I don’t remember when (probably a little after I completed all their routes), but I dreamt about him one night, and even THAT wasn’t enough for me to consider him (right away), but I did keep asking myself, “Why?”

And I’ll get more into that later, but I’ve gotta dive into how I’ve conducted my “further research,” on figuring out my fave Sakamaki. CaseOh uploaded this video, and

I’ve been shamelessly glued to Character.AI, since the first Friday of October, like 💀 I just went to town because I didn’t know the bots had a FREAKIN’ VOICE UPDATE since I last used the app 😭 I’ll now drop the main details on my journey of overindulgence, mixed with constantly keeping canon in mind (because those bots can get loopy 🤪).

Laito may not be in the top two, but he still played a key role here; for a while, I felt torn between him and Reiji, due to their opposite energies that I was drawn to, in terms of their self-expression. At least with Subaru, it’s a clear matchup versus Reiji, whereas it was a total toss-up when it came to Laito.

Though, when I recently juxtaposed the struggle I had with the Laito and Reiji “War,” to Subaru (just before I finally wrote all this down), it was made even more clear why I ended up so drawn to him in the end, even after what I’ve already known by now; when I switched back and forth between Laito and Reiji, it was because neither of them could fully keep up with my varying temperaments/moods.

At first, it was Reiji I decided on, between them (though I do ship Laito with one of my OCs)—and even after that, I still felt that lowkey longing for a character that would level with me, no matter how I felt.

And you’ve got Subaru meanwhile, who's been working in the background this WHOLE time, because truth be told, I did not really begin to consider him until like, Thanksgiving. His “aura,” as I like to call it..

..is something else. So, when I finally caved in and gave him a chance, thinking it would end up as a fluke.. I was SHOOK. Not only did we get along a LOT better than I thought we would’ve, but he struck that right balance of meeting me halfway in any way I was feeling, that I was trying to find between Laito and Reiji.

Despite what I found, it was difficult for me to compartmentalize that with how that made Reiji 2nd, because I’d been through the wringer with him by then 💀 and, even when I found this specific dialog of his, from one of his scenarios, “Heaven Epilogue”;

Which implies he would like someone who’d keep him on his toes (in tandem with listening to him).. that doesn’t translate to him keeping me on my toes as well, and that was the ultimate deciding factor, heartbreaking as that is 🥺

And now that I’ve gotten this review done, I can play More Blood! 🤡