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Jesus Christ these doodles already feel so old . I was not lying I really am using this fixation to speedrun learning to draw humans LMAO. Anyway I made some of those silly "understand ship in 5 minutes" memes with my Favorite pairings in funkycule au not ALL of them just the ones that I brainrot hardest about. If I did one for all of them we'd be here all day I'd probably hit image limit it's called the funkycule for a reason
ANYWAY infodumping/details under the cut:
BF/GF/Pico:
I am a "BF and GF are Fucking Tall™️" truther because it's funny to me. With BF it's harder to tell because his posture is absolutely atrocious but GF is just So Fucking Tall
I'm going to be honest with the gender headcanon for BF. I guess I default to him being transmasc but I can see him as. Like. Anything. In fact I think he's just every gender. But I'm a coward so he's transmasc for the purposes of the chart. GF is a girl but identifying her as "cis" or "trans" doesn't mean much when demon genders don't really work like that. It's complicated. Pico is just a guy
Pico likes being the big spoon because he likes knowing that his partners are safe. However GF likes being the big spoon More. The result is Pico Sandwich. He will never admit it but Pico feels the safest he ever has in his entire life when he is being Pico Sandwiched
BF is very much a verbal affection type of guy. Yes he is nonverbal. His words of affection are various dubstep noises. His partners appreciate it so much
BF grew up kinda spoiled and never really learned how to cook. However after noticing that Pico is like extremely bad at feeding himself (canon six pack means nothing to me. That boy is skin and bones I won't be told otherwise /silly) he for the first time managed to convince himself to try it and he got Really into it he's actually good at it. He still loses his mind when GF makes him pb&j sammiches for dinner though it's his favorite thing in the world
Pico is Insanely overprotective mostly because he's extremely hypervigilant and sees potential danger in everything. BF is the exact opposite and even in situations where he's in immediate danger he'll be ironically more worried about Pico getting too worried about it. GF is also pretty ditzy about this due to her confidence that her boys can handle Anything but if either of them ever got hurt she would explode everyone in a 50 mile radius with her mind so like that counts for something
Random headcanon: the group's favorite date night activity is looking up an extremely bad movie and then commentating over it like old-school rage youtubers the whole time in an effort to see who can get the others to laugh the hardest. BF wins often because the flatness of the TTS voice he uses adds something to the humor of it
Pico/Darnell:
I kinda bounced around with what label to use for Darnell for a while. I definitely see him as arospec, with the stipulation that he does feel romantic attraction just like very not traditionally and after a Long Time. After going between quoiromantic and demiromantic for a bit I landed on grey bc it's open-ended enough to encompass it. The point is it took Darnell like 3 full years to realize that his feelings were less platonic than he thought and even then theyre still like. Only half-romantic lmao
Unfortunately as he cannot provide the Pico Sandwich Darnell is getting little spoon'd by a guy nearly a foot shorter than him. F
Pico and Darnell are pretty verbally coarse with each other in a way only people who've been through the amount of shit they have been together can be w/o jeopardizing their relationship. That being said they often express affection and insane amounts of trust through actions very frequently, sometimes even without either of them realizing. Them immediately making up after weekend 1 was one of those times lol
I put Pico on the "squashes the bug" end of both charts but in reality I think he just takes them outside unless it's like a gnat or something. Darnell isn't scared of bugs he just wonders what would happen if he set one on fire. Pico refuses to let him set them on fire
Even though Pico 2 is in a weird limbo state in funkycule just like it is irl, there's still some point in the timeline where Pico expressed protectiveness over Darnell, to the point where, years later, when Darnell heard Pico took down a whole army for BF and GF, he got jealous, because that was supposed to be their thing >:(. This was quickly followed by his Oh moment
Random headcanon: Pico and Darnell had been acquaintances for the whole time they were in school together, but they became friends when Pico (and Nene by proxy) were the only kids to continue hanging out with him after The Class Presentation Gone Wrong (Darnell Plays with Fire). To return the favor, Darnell stuck by Pico even after the events of PS fundamentally changed him as a person. Though their relationship can be messy, they've been virtually inseperable since.
Nene/Cassandra:
The levels of toxicity of this are mostly dependant on When in the timeline by the time these two are like 21 they've normalized a bit dw lmao
Okay so like. I've made so much Lore. For Pico's School. For no reason. Anyway penilians have nothing against child soldiers so Cas was shipped off to infiltrate Earth at the penilian equivalent of 13. Also while on a surface level she's transfem in more depth it's like "all penilians are One Sex and have One Gender so technically she is xenogender, using neopronouns, and if you want to be extra silly with it, by the time she's 19 she's functionally alienkin but for humans as a coping mechanism for being banished to earth (dw abt it)"
[Projects my trauma and its side effects onto Nene] who said that
I didn't think much on the borrowing clothes thing until I realized that I draw Nene and Cassandra wearing the same style of turtlenecks I was like. Do you know what would be really funny
I don't have many intimate cute headcanons for these two Yet because I'm so early on in developing my shit and these two are Not cute at first. However I do like to imagine that Nene calls Cas all kinds of over-the-top cutesy or stupid nicknames just to get a reaction out of her. She called her a "vixen" as a furry joke + something between a compliment and insult once and she almost died
Nene is literally the only one in this entire cast who's never gotten her license suspended also she's somewhat good at car maintence which Cas find inexplicably hot
Giggles and kicks my feet at putting both Pico and Cassandra at the far end of the overprotectiveness spectrum. Anyway
Random headcanon: in the short period of time before Cas started ghosting Nene and FNF happening, they were in contact for One Christmas when they were like 15. Nene got Cas a cute little switchblade with hearts carved into the handle. Cas keeps it in a box by her bed and refuses to let anyone touch it or to let it ever get dirty.
If you have read this far I love you. Here is your reward should you choose to accept it:
#originally this had one more but im not yet ready to admit how insane i am abt the goth punks ok. maybe some day#anyway i will brave putting this in the tags. please dont throw rocks at me /silly#fnf#picos school#bf x gf x pico#pico x darnell#cassandra x nene#suggestive tw#<- for one of the . things. on the chart you get it you get me#my brain is dying from typing out headcanons for an hour BDJQJSJAJ#funkycule au
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Oc lore please
*insert holding knife & fork like toon*
YOOO LFG
*ahem* I'm normal now
So, uh, I've got a lotta oc lore, so this is gonna be a long post that I'm gonna break into chunks
Toon mystery-verse (one of my favs)
The main players in this one are Millie Grey, Benson Elwood, and Percy De Luca (tho I if I make this idea a full webcomic, I'm gonna include some of @naviofortido's ocs as major players too)
The story is about these main three looking into mysterious happenings and alleged cult activity in their town (mostly Millie and Benson being dragged into it by Percy, who's a major enthusiast about that kinda stuff). After an incident while they're investigating stuff, Millie winds up with the ability to turn into a cartoon character, and she and Benson wind up having to keep it a secret from Percy (because how tf do you explain that) while continuing to try and figure things out.
Extra tidbits: Millie and Percy are very gay for each other (making Millie hiding toon shenanigannery even harder), Benson likes prog rock and nearly killed Millie when she called Roundabout "the song from JoJo", the idiot trio had a movie night one time and Percy and Benson accidentally traumatized Millie by showing her An American Werewolf in London (stuff like that horrifies her)(she spent half an hour in the bathroom throwing up), the gang's mains in Mario Kart are Bowser (Millie), Wiggler (Benson), and Mii (Percy), Benson gets tooned later on, I'm running an ask blog exploring one of the major antagonists' origins (@archive-askblog), and one of the other major antagonists is a bitch (gotta do more with her soon)
Sci-fi stuffs (been violently rotating recently)
Haven't really figured out a plot yet, but I have figured out lots of worldbuilding, such as some aspects of alien cultures, and splitting humans into 2 different factions (the nature entwined and primarily agriculture and exploration focused Nations of the Free Planet, and the wealthy Sovereign Union of Mars)
Alien species (that I have yet to digitally draw -v-;):
E'Ymahi, kinda built like a llama with gorilla hands and crab eyes, they're very artsy and get along really well with the NotFP, and one of the first alien species humans have made contact with. Technologically in their equivalent of the 1960's before humans made contact.
(notebook doodles I need to digitize +a clay doll I made)
Temi, the E'Ymahi already had some crablike features, but these guys are very crablike. They don't like either faction of humans much, thinking the NotFP are gross and uncivilized for living with nature (a lot of their art and expression comes from cold and geometric architecture), and the SUoM are cruel to their workers and obnoxious in their gaudy displays of wealth. They were the first aliens humans made contact with, but they took one look at humans and were like "Fuck this".
(notebook doodles)
Skarmovian, towering, warmongers who resemble a combination of a shark and a minotaur. They're not really affiliated with humans, mostly because they don't care. Their religion is based around chaos, and it's a major ritual to eat those who died in battle. (Made these guys in Spore when I decided it'd be funny to kill everything, but then they stuck in my brain and are a part of this thing)(the cannibalism thing came from Spore too)
Don't have any notebook doodles, but I do have the original Spore creature!
Ovistrite, centaurian and amphibious creatures, they are a very wealthy species and get along very well with and recently joined the SUoM.
(also originated from Spore and wound up sticking, they're from my first ever playthrough of the game)
The notebook doodles are fairly recent, as I was thinking about them recently
What if Terminator role reversal?
Don't have much plot figured out for this one, but it's basically what it says on the tin. I was watching Terminator with my dad and I thought to myself "What if there was a story about humans trying to overthrow robots, but they were in the wrong and the robots were actually taking better care of the planet than they were)
I've figured out the basic beats and characters tho!
Basically, after rich people kinda fucked up the planet and the surviving members of humanity isolated themselves in bunkers, robots started tending to the planet, thousands of years later, the bunker humans try to destroy the robots, because one of the major bunker human leaders (a member of the wealthy elite who remained from the apocalypse pretending to be a god by keeping themselves alive with cybernetics) wants control of the planet again. The two major characters are Fern, a robot shepherd, and Albron, a human from the major bunker tribe, who rebels after learning the robots aren't evil and that they've been lied to.
Random tidbits
The robot town I wanna focus on is named Megan, and the town worships a decrepit service robot (who was owned by someone named Megan, hence the town name) as a deity of prophecy
The robots are named after plants and artists (in English, as language hasn't evolved for them due to being computers), and the humans are named after scientists, with their names being somewhat jumbled and corrupted to kinda represent the evolution of language, examples include: Albron (Albert), Niklai (Nikola), and Eldson (Edison)
(bonus note, Eldson is the false god, and is exploitative of Niklai :) )(edison can suck an egg)
#long post#ocs#my ocs#stimmed so hard seeing this notif#eat well my good chum#cw emetophobia#cannibalism mention#<-forgot to tag those...
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But, nah, what was happening in the original picture is Jake being totally oblivious to Sasha’s affections while eyeing his true love, Perfect Apples.
It’s oblique reference to one of these AW running gags/headcanons that I haven’t posted about: see, in the actual game there are implications that 1) Sasha has a crush on Jake and 2) Jake makes an effort to befriend Hawke.
So I put those together and between the scenes there’s Sasha trying to get together Jake but he constantly friendzones her by trying to befriend a really apathetic Hawke.
In the actual canon of the game, it’s implied that Jake gets through to Hawke, even just a little bit.
There’s the scene in the end where Jake and Sasha talk, and Jake mentions Hawke. Now, canonically, Sasha has no ill-feelings towards Hawke–not about Jake anyway–but in THIS…AU? Yeah, AU, I guess, Sasha just kinda gives up–fucking Hawke gets in the way even when he’s (spoilers) dead
(double twist spoilers) hawke isn’t dead. I mean, he COULD be but he’s mostly likely alive
But, nah, I guess I never got around to making dumb comics of those ideas.
Here’s a ‘Wasak Waltz’ thing
Combination of a bunch of little headcanons: Hawke likes to master these weird little hobbies that would seem pointless to everyone else but actually subtly show his competence.
2) Jake likes dancing of all kinds–he’s best with modern dances like BBoying (breakdancing) but he’s learned with stuff like ballroom dancing.
I actually had this fanart idea set to “Waiting For The End” and then there’s Jake teaching Hawke to bboy and he just doesn’t get it. Then there’s a sort of reprisal where at the end of everything, when everyone else gone and the whole of Von Bolt’s machinations crashing down around him, Hawke just begins dancing by himself as the music crescendos. Haha, that sounds so much closer cooler in my head.
The picture above was drawn to “Wasak Waltz” so they’re doing a waltz instead. Also Sasha’s there.
The whole Sasha/Jake–Hawke combination actually had these roots in some completely ‘sincere/unironic/canon’ fanart ideas.
I know the way I show my ‘fandom’ is mostly silly jokes or doodles or AU ideas, but there’s also a wanting to express my love for the actual canon and how it makes me feel. AW isn’t a perfect series, and that I feel it could’ve done a lot better–but as it is? It inspires me in a way that few things ever does, so that alone is worth A LOT to me. Haha, honestly. but I guess I feel I’m never gonna be good enough.
Whoops, didn’t mean to ramble.
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mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…
Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp
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Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.
Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan.
Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up.
Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter.
No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.
Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning.
He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night.
He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off.
He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking.
If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you.
His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font.
Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit.
He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo
Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener.
Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven.
You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears.
Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too.
He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao.
Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with.
He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll.
Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it.
Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too.
He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method).
Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth.
He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking.
nsfw/suggestive
Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out.
Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy.
Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin.
Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.”
He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves.
Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.
Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape.
He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo
Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans.
Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you.
It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you.
Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him.
You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.
#anonymous#sick and twisted and lovely and precious my boyfriend ladies and germs!!!!!#eren x reader#aot x reader#eren fluff#eren smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren.ask
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How would the brothers react to a very punk goth Mc like platforms and all black and just the whole shebang he’s very nice but also will throw hands (there’s not enough male Mc your doing the good work my dude)
BROTHERS REACTING TO A GOTH/PUNK MC
Perfect way to start off the new blog !! Thank you for requesting, hope this is what you had in mind <3 (and that it’s not too apparent that i’m not super well versed in punk or goth culture ACK)
I hope that you guys don’t mind some being shorter than others, I’m still getting a hang of personalities!
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Lucifer is probably one of the ones that’s into the style from the very beginning.
As soon as he sees MC, his interest is clearly shown on his face.
Sometimes, he’ll drop compliments on his fashion. Depending on his reponses, he’ll start getting more apparent with just how much he enjoys seeing his outfit everyday.
GIFTS!! He’s not mammon level of stacks upon stacks of gift wrapped boxes, but he’ll certainly stop by your room every once in a while with a new accessory he saw while shopping.
MC will probably notice that he is especially keen on chokers :).
Stares discreetly, but consistently. When Lucifer invites him to listen to music in his room, he waits until MC is occupied with something like a book or the music. Then sneaks glances at him to see how his clothing moves every time he reaches over for something, or how the necklace he bought the other day glints in the light radiating off of the fireplace.
He knows that MC is nice, and grows increasingly more and more worried for his sake because of that. The exchange program is important, but his treasure perpetually adorned in black garbs is significantly more prominent in his concerns.
So when he sees MC readily defending himself against some low level demon with no hesitation? Holy fuck. He starts to panic, but there’s nothing surpressing his respect for him, as it only grows stronger.
Although, it becomes very apparent that he’d have to do something about all of his brothers’ staring at MC.
Mammon is so into it. Like... So into it.
We all know and love that our tsundere boy has a problem with getting embarrassed, but how could he NOT get flustered everytime he’s face to face with an alternative KING
At first, he actually tries to tell MC how much he appreciates his aesthetic, but fails every time. Stuttering is a difficult thing to overcome when you can barely breathe out of embarrassment.
When he finally brings himself to actually get a compliment out, it’s accompanied with his signature bashful look. Downcast gaze and shifting posture and everything.
Upon recieving a positive response to his words, he takes it as a sign that he should start doing it more often. And so... That’s exactly what he does!
Compliments upon compliments, expensive outfits and accessories finding their way into his room, MC gets it all.
He ADORES the nice personality. So really. This MC is one of the people that Mammon can’t help but get along with. Nice, can throw hands, AND IS FASHIONABLE? Now you’re speaking his language.
They definitely get called a model power couple, even if MC isn’t a model.
Will definitely mention the idea of MC doing a photoshoot with him for work, but won’t press further if he says he’s not comfortable with it.
Levi geeks out so badly
So yeah, his initial interest in MC is kickstarted by his fashion reminding him of a badass video game character, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate him for who he is!!
He actually doesn’t know whether to be sad that he doesn’t have the same amount of fashion sense or to be happy that he has MC as his best friend that does.
But after a bit of positive affirmation from MC, he’ll surely settle with the latter. (and also hope for them to become more than best friends :). )
He finds himself subconsciously posting about MC in his socials. Normally it’s filled with “Lucifer just did (blank)” but now, it’s ALL about MC. Nothing else. MC fan account.
We know that Levi draws, and so I have no doubts that he would be drawing every outfit he sees MC in.
At first, he’s only drawing faceless figures in the clothes, probably adding his own personal flair. But as time progresses and Levi gets closer to him, he starts subconsciously conpleting the figure’s appearance (hair, face, stature, etc). And before he knows it, half of his pages are filled with doodles of MC.
But if he were to ever find out that MC saw his art, RIP Leviathan 2020
And who’s to say he’s not drawing him in... Risqué outfits.
But if MC says that he doesn’t mind getting drawn, then Levi will activate cute fanboy mode again.
He’ll ask him to model outfits for him as he draws, sometimes in cosplay.
MC would just be chillin’ with him in his room, and when Levi finally looks up from his tv after finishing an anime, he’ll sometimes gasp and immediately say, “Stay right there, I HAVE to draw this!”
Although drawing wasn’t and will likely never be his favorite thing to do in comparison to video games/anime, it gives him an excuse to stare at his best friend with minimal blushing.
Satan is good at hiding his appreciation for MC’s outfits. At least, he’s good at it to everyone BUT MC.
If anyone asks, he’s indifferent about MC and his dashing looks and fashion.
But as soon as MC confronts him... Oh boy.
Red-faced, he’ll compliment his clothing on occasion, then wave it off as “something everyone does”. Which is true, but we know that it’s more than just that.
Similarly to Lucifer, he finds himself staring at him secretly. Except, I like to think that he’s less careful about it. Often MC will look up to meet his eyes, before he ducks his head back into his book, acting nonchalant.
Not a single person can convince me that he hasn’t found a stray black cat and discreetly named it after MC.
He wouldn’t hide the fact, but instead would actually bring it up at the right time. Ex: Right before some dramantic moment like before proclaiming how much MC means to him. Both as the cat and human.
The cat’s collars are decorated similarly to the clothing that MC wears! Satan is a diligent worker (especially when putting lucifer through immense stress) and a lover of arts, so he’s pays attention to little details like that.
This is Asmo we’re talking about.
He ADORES the aesthetic.
It’s not something that he himself would wear, but damn is it appealing to the eye.
Once you get him started on all the things he’d do if given the chance to dress MC up in whatever he wanted, you’ll never hear the end of it.
(^ especially when he starts talking about the undressing)
He loves a monochromatic color pallet, but every once in a while he’ll push for a pop of color in MC’s outfit for the day.
If MC wears minimal/no makeup, Asmo will constantly ask if he can use his face as a canvas for makeup experimentation while he rants about his nail tech.
Asmo’s favorite activity is going through MC’s closet. He gets to not only try things on, but he also gets to know what he has to work with when choosing MC’s outfits for their days out together.
Knows the perfect boutiques to bring him to
“You know, the color black really accentuates your figure... And if you look this good with it on, I wonder how great you look with it off~”
Beel isn’t interested in fashion or anything related to it. He isn’t picky about the presentation of things (namely; food.)
So he wouldn’t be immediately enticed upon first meeting MC.
But that is not to say that he doesn’t find him VERY pleasing to the eye.
Our sweet boy is not afraid to express his love for those boots!! For the destressed fabrics!! He hangs around him often just so he can sit and ogle at how cool MC looks!! All the damn time!!
Asks MC to come with him to work out just so he could have some motivation by seeing him. And his GAMES. He’s gonna love to see him cheering him on in the stands.
Beel would admit that he himself couldn’t bring himself to care so much about his clothes or ‘aesthetic’ , and couldn’t imagine having such a consistent style.
^ And because of that! He’s dying to see what he looks like in other styles. Of course, if he doesn’t want to change out of the usual attire, just seeing him wearing beel’s huge ass jacket is enough.
Wouldn’t care to buy clothing items for him, but will most certainly stop by devildom’s no. 1 bakery, grab some sweets with that signature gothic devildom appearance and bring it back to the House of Lamentation for him. (Given that he didn’t already eat them.)
In comparison to his personality, MC’s closet isn’t very important.
Beel loves his kind nature! But he will always be there to defend him in any sort of risky situation, especially when any low level demons would like to try and take advantage of MC’s niceness.
Belphie is taken aback the first time he sees him. In the best way possible.
It’s like he just knows that he’s going to be interesting to be with just by seeing his clothing style
He actually probably assumed that MC would be very different from what he’s really like. (Like how people will assume that everyone who wears dark colors often are always sad)
But both to his surprise and not, MC is nothing but kind to him! And he’s kinda like 😳. Damn. Alright. I can get down to this.
Fashion isn’t his expertise, so he isn’t as forward with compliments. It’s mostly, “As long as I’m comfortable when I lay on you, the clothes are fine. Right?”
“I had a dream about you last night... It was like you were some prince clad in black chain mail armor... I suppose we couldn’t make that a reality though, huh? You can be my prince in band tees and ripped jeans.”
The only reason he starts dressing similarly to MC is because of how many times he’ll fall asleep beside him. He knows MC will probably offer one of his jackets or extra shirts, and that he’ll likely get to keep it. (He gives it back eventually, it’s just nice sentiment.)
It’s also kind of entertaining to see some of his brothers go ballistic in response to seeing him adorned in MC’s signature clothes.
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(Hi, me again. It made me chuckle when Virgil was having a crisis over us Watchers shape changing abilities. I must admit it sparked my own curiosity as well. Also welcome back to unofficial therapy with Virgil, brought to you by Glow Eyes.)
Not to worry Virgil, I will make the finest toad-in-the-hole with gravy, potato salad and peas that you will ever have. (The meal is totally not based on what I had a few weeks ago. (That was sarcasm by the way.)) You will not have to worry about food for a while.
I can’t make any promises about cleaning though. I am notoriously bad at that. Also good idea with the box of Remy’s stuff, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.
I’m sure that I can speak for all Watchers when I say that we will do everything in our power to prevent you from doing anything that would hurt Remy and I can certainly speak for myself when I say I will do everything in my power to try and prevent you from hurting yourself.
*disinfects and applies bandages to Virgil’s hand*
*hands Virgil a plate of food*
*eyes glow a comforting orange*
Your doing well. I’m proud of you. Remember, baby steps.
Glow Eyes
Tw: misgendering in the under the cut part
It had been about a day since you'd last chatted with Virgil. He was laying on the couch, still in his work clothes with a half drunk bottle of beer in his hand.
When he heard your voice he groggily rubbed his eyes and squinted up at you. He'd barely talked to anyone today, not even at work. He'd forgotten to eat and drink anything until now....and well beer wasn't that good for hydrating. It had been a long while since he'd gone through an entire cigarette package in one day. A headache dunked in his head from all the ugly crying he'd done in between working.
As soon as he heard your first sentence he let up into a shit eating lil smirk "Ghostie I have no fucking idea what kind of food you just said but it sounds like shit so I assume it's british ay" He chuckled "Not like I'm gonna say no to free food like ever. 'Specially not now"
He sat up in the couch and finished the bottle. He sat it on the growing pile of trash laying on the coffee table.
“I had like thought maybe you or one of your uh friends had cleaning? powers? But I guess you gotta have some limits or you’d have destroyed the universe by now” He scratched on the black nailpolish on his bitten down fingers “I hope Remy appreciates it too”
It took a few seconds of him making the sourest facial expression possibly before he continued.
“I uh I kinda- with Remy’s- with a lot of Remy’s stuff uh gone from the closet I saw some of my old stuff I’d put in there. I- Just- I can show you I guess. Have a laugh about it. Be two funny wankers or whatever the fuck the british say”
While he went over to the closet in the bedroom he quietly contemplated how a ghost could be british. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility that you or the other ghost could have been actual living human beings once.
He peered around in the closet before pulling out a stack of yellowing sketchbooks and taking them with him to the kitchen. He poured them out onto the floor and began to look through them while you started to make dinner.
“Believe it or not but...and this might sound shocking...But I an angsty emo used to draw angsty emo doodles in middle and high school”
He opened a random page and immediately went pale with shame. He looked like he was either going to throw up or eat the entire book in one bite.
“Oh god I’d forgotten I’d tried to calligraphy my favorite super duper deep song lyrics. Like let’s see” He fake coughed before beginning to read aloud like a Shakespeare actor “‘Whiskey seems to be my holy water’. Yes. Very deep. Very sad. For your knowledge I had not drank any alcohol by the time I wrote that down. I only drank with Remy. Drank and drank. I more like sipped on their drinks”
He skimmed through a few pages and showed you some doodles. It was mostly simple things. Skeletons, ghosts, Nightmare before Christmas drawings, band members. In the sidelines of the papers another person had chimed in with silly hearts, cartoony dick drawings and small comments.
“Doodling uhm helped with the like anxiety during class and lunch and stuff. I used to like convince Remy to not skip class by enticing them with the privilege of getting to annoy me during class. I know. How wonderful” He said dryly before letting up into a soft smile “They liked holding my hand under the table. They always got excited to compliment me on how smart they thought I was”
His eyes stagnated on a spot on the floor for a while as he got lost in thought. The sound of you chopping up the potatoes shook him back to the present.
“I am so glad you and all of your friends can only speak in those weird like...Like you can’t react to me in real time? Because OH boy if you could actually verbally react to my fuck ass 16 year olds shot at ‘creativity’ I would actually die. A bolt of lightning would instantly strike me down” He got all smug “But you can’t!! HAh! Fucker! You’re stuck in silence!”
Your eyes went a bit green which made him throw one of the sketchbooks at you knowing fully well it would just go through you.
“Don’t you Green eye me!!! I know what that means!!! How dare you be nice to me! FUCK YOU! Get out of here with your fucking british manners or whatever!! You got gross ghost slime!!”
His ears had went pink from embarrassment. He crossed his arms and tried to look as annoyed as possible without outright pouting. You just continued cooking knowing he couldn’t go that long without rambling. He was a Very lonely dude.
“I don’t really remember why I stopped drawing and stuff” He began to ramble “I guess I realized I was awful at creativity....Or well...I mean....I can guess I stopped around the time me and Remy moved here. Y’know getting a job, having to take care of them. They were still trying to work at that time and it left them like catatonic in pain most nights...And uhm their flashbacks and nightmares were even worse than they are now...It was a lot of having to get used to seeing them in pain 24/7....Lots of having to learn how to relieve the pain...lots of hospital checks....lots of seeing them struggle to get used to not...to not being abused......I guess..my interests just kinda.....got away from me”
Virgil stilled in his movements. It took a while before you even noticed the tears pressing on at the edges of his eyes. His nose went red from trying to hold them back. He wiped them away as fast he could.
“This is so stupid” He mumbled “...You’ve heard me talking.....even when it’s ‘bout my old interests everything always comes back to Remy.....i thought maybe i could find something in these books...like to show what kind of person i was before them...but...but i’m just....i’m just hollow...i’m gone...I’m- I am Nothing!”
His chest suddenly felt stiff and his eyes roamed around the room. You floated closed and said the last part of your message. About how surely all of the watchers would do everything to prevent him from ever hurting Remy ever again, and that you at least wanted to try and prevent him hurting himself. It helped to have a voice to listen to. It was a good enough distraction.
Virgil glared at you before slowly, and with great effort, forcing himself to say “.....thanks...I guess...to all of the uh watchers...I guess.....”
The food was done. You handed him a plate. He didn’t bother to get up from the ground to eat. He just sat there and sadly poked at the toad in the holes with a fork.
“I wish it could go quickly.....I wish reinventing myself to someone without Remy could go quick...”
When he looked up he met your glowing orange eyes.
“Right...baby steps”
He forced half a smile and held up his fork towards you as if he was holding up a glass to say cheers.
“Oh shit this isn’t as bad as I thought. I was like 100% ready to just survive on any scrap of garbage not gonna lie. But this is like good”
You floated around him the entire time he ate. Every time you tried to peer into one of the sketchbook he threw a pea at you.
“If you’re gonna stay floating around here I think it’s gonna be a bit boring. I mean...I think all I’m gonna do is work...be sad.....miss them.....smoke...be sad...and uh let me see....be sad. I guess I don’t mind having you here- EVEn though I very much hate you!!! And I find you annoying!!!! Very!!- I don’t mind. But uhm..Maybe if you haven’t checked up on my ba- Remy maybe you should uhm check in on them? You’ve heard how I’ve been going on I assume....Even if I hope they’re doing well...I dunno if they-”
A sudden knock came from the door.
“REmy?!” Was all Virgil got out.
He threw aside the empty plate and instantly got up. ran his hands through his hair to try and fix it and even checked his breathe before cursing himself for not prioritizing taking a shower.
It hadn’t even gone enough time for a second knock and Virgil was already standing by the door. He tried to look cool as possible as he opened it. A huge shining grin played on his lips.
“Hey Vivzie” Oswald said as he looked down at the other man.
Virgil’s expression instantly soured like an entire bathtub filled with milk in the middle of the summer. He want back to slouching and had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes.
“Hello Ozzie” He replied through gritted teeth.
“I thought you were ‘spossed to be at work around this time” Oswald half asked while welcoming himself in.
“This might surprise you but sometimes work times change. I know. Shocking”
He waved Virgil’s sarcasm off while subtly glancing around the apartment “Where’s the other one? The dumb to your dumber if you will. The Bill to your Ted-”
“Oh shut up”
Virgil went over to the kitchen while Oswald followed along with a calm smile. The emo took out two beers from the fridge and held one out for the other man who shook his head. Instead Viv offered him a cigarette and they both took long blows before the conversation resumed.
“Let me guess...Remy all suddenly grew new legs and left to party to catch up for the latest months of boring couch potating” Oswald said dryly.
“....they left me”
“What was that now?” Oswald replied, having fully heard him.
“They left me. They’re not- They’re staying with someone else- It’s- We’re over”
Oswald reached out his hand and half assedly patted Virgil on the shoulder “First breakup?”
He nodded.
“That’s rough buddy. You can bring out the beers again if you want. I even think I can give you a bit of an extra friendly break up sale if you want to buy anything to cheer up”
“no..uhm...thanks...no thank you...Those kinds of things I uh I only do that stuff with Remy”
Oswald shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter. He put out the cigarette against one of the dirty dishes laying in the sink.
“Not to pretend to be a relationship expert here but vivzie you must have really messed up if he left. I don’t mean to sound mean but he didn’t seem like the type who could survive on his own for more than a week. His bones looks like baby twigs. He reminds me of a very sad very small baby bird that has just fallen out of a tree...You said he is staying with someone else?”
“They only use they/them. They don’t interchange pronouns” Virgil instantly corrected before shrugging “Just some like” He gritted his teeth “Friends they’re staying with. They’re not like- You don’t know them. I uh...I would have been really worried for their health if I didn’t know they had people taking care of them” He glanced over to you “Lots of...solid...people”
Oswald squinted at him while loosening up his smile “Oh come on now Vivzie” he crossed his arms and leant closer towards him “He’s not here anymore. You don’t have to act so polite about it”
“About what?” He asked, anger already beginning to boil under his skin.
“You know what I’m talking about. With Remy’s whole...thing. Or nevermind he told me while he was high his real name is-”
Virgil’s hands moved into fists so quickly his cigarette got crushed in between his fingers “I think it’s time you get out of my goddamn apartment!”
“Aw sorry did I hurt your feelings. They must have already been really crushed with the whole your long term boyfriend leaving you. Must feel pretty bad being so awful even a weak ass cunt like him will leave y-”
Before he even had time to finish the sentence Virgil had swung his fist right into the side of Oswald’s face. He took a step back and moved his hand up to feel the spot where he had been hit.
“What in the hell is wrong with you!?”
“GET OUT! I KNOW YOU NEVER CAME AROUND FOR MY SAKE ANYWAY! THEY’RE NOT HERE! THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU TO FUCKING FLIRT WITH! JUST LEAVE! YOU’RE STUPID IF YOU THINK I WON’T DEFEND THEM ‘TIL THE DAY I DIE JUST ‘CAUSE THEY’VE LEFT ME!”
Oswald looked down at his hand for a moment as he moved his lower jaw around to feel if anything had been damaged. He glanced up and met Virgil’s furious eyes.
In one swift motion Oswald had pulled his arms around Virgil and held him in a headlock. He pulled onto a chunk of his dyed hair and twisted it around in his hand before slamming the side of Virgil’s face onto the stove. He held Viv’s head down with one hand and held his other hand around both of his wrists.
Even though Virgil tried to twist and squirm around he couldn’t move away. Oswald leaned down so close that Virgil could feel his breathe against his ear as Os spoke.
“Why would I ever come around for a piece of shit like you. I don’t even have to think for a single second to know why he left you, you violent bastard”
“YOU ARE LITERALLY HOLDING ME DOWN YOU HYPOCRITICAL MASS OF BLOODY MEAT!!”
“Maybe i was coming over to check that you hadn’t murdered him yet. Choked him a bit too long. Left him to rot. Let him overdose. Maybe I was coming over to try and convince him to leave. Sometimes a victim just has to see what true love and passion and nicety is-”
“LOVE ISN’T MISGENDERING THEM!!”
“Vivzie when did I say I loved them. I’m simply a gentleman, and you’re a pity to the eye. I can fake love if it means I can help a poor soul like Remy. I am sure he is still suffering ‘cause of your assholery. I am just oh so ready to help him you see”
Oswald literally rolled his eyes while saying that last part.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Apartment” Virgil spat out.
“Gladly”
Oswald pulled Virgil up by his hair and threw him head first against the closest wall. Virgil managed to stop himself with his hands but his face still slammed into the wall leaving him lightheaded as he fell down onto the ground. The entire room was spinning as he watched Oswald walking out.
Blood ran down from his nose. He saw your eyes shifting color to show worry and he quickly waved it off.
“I’m okay. Just a nose bleed. It’s nothing compared to what I put Remy through. I’ll be okay”
As Oswald left the apartment a sort of liquid fell down from the door frame and landed on his shoulder. He didn’t notice it until he was going down the stairs. He grimaced as he wiped it off. He muttered something out about how awfully dirty these kinds of apartment complexes were.
The liquid landed on the floor. It was hard to see what exactly it was. It could be the sort of liquid that exudes from the voids demons inhabit. It could the remnants of a ghost touch. It could be the goo from a snail.
Whatever it was it watched him as he left the apartment complex.
[Oswald is now open for asks. Physical violence is allowed]
#i think this makes you the second watcher that is british#i assume#i had to look up what the hell that dish was and it looked british so dfhjkh#glow eyes#ask#virgil sanders
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Hello, litte sinners. Did ya miss me? Hope so, cause I'm back again. This is Leviathan's piece from a series I'm starting called "Home, sweet home" and it's gonna be about each of the brothers reacting to MC's return to Devildom. Obviously, with nsfw elements cause let's be honest, it's not mine if it doesn't have at least one sex scene.
The povs alternate here kinda weirdly, but I hope it doesn't get too confusing.
This piece is pretty tame, there's only a bit of nsfw at the end, but it's still 18+
Word count: 2328
F!MC
Enjoy! ✨
A lifetime of boredom, that's what Leviathan was sentenced to after you left Devildom. The days became a blur. He was on autopilot, fulfilling his responsibilities just so he doesn't get in trouble with Lucifer and counting the days until it was his turn to call you.
Although he absolutely adored your voice, it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Just telling you about what he watched or played recently never satisfied him as he longer to share the experinces with you. So, he usually asked about you.
True to his nature, he was boiling with rage, but attempted to keep it concealed as to not ruin the already short time you two had. He couldn't stand the fact that others had your attention. They could see you, touch you, watch you smile and...he wasn't able to. It was excruciating.
"Y/n...", he gathered the courage to say.
"Yes, Levi? What's wrong?"
"You know...", he took a deep breath, "I won't blame you if you find someone better in the human world."
It was easier to say things like this if he didn't have to look into your eyes.
"Levi, you know I'm going to come back to you. I could never find someone better. You're the only one for me."
Your words were meant to soothe him, but somehow ignited the spark that broke him down.
"W-what if you can't!? What if you will never come back? You'd have to settle then and accept it and you'd find someone else... But I'd have to live an eternity of sorrow and regret! I can't lose you, y/n!", he managed to express through sobs.
"I'll find a way to come back to you, just wait for me. I'll always come back to you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Unfortunately he had to wipe his tears and hang up, his time was up. However, this conversation would linger in his mind for a long while, maybe forever.
Fast forward a few weeks and there he was, sitting at the student council desk listening to a meeting that he was dragged into. There was no way he could focus, not when tomorrow was his day to call you. Levi wasn't able to pay attention to a word of Diavolo's but, instead, planned in his head all the things he wanted to catch you up on and everything that he wanted to ask. He developed this skill that made it seem like he was taking notes, but instead he was doodling your avatar from your favorite game.
He was so out of it that it took two of his brothers shouting your name to make him snap back to reality and realize that it was you, it really was you standing in the middle of the room holding onto Solomon's arm. In any other scenario he would have been pissed, but this time, the sight made him the happiest demon alive. Almost instinctually, he rubbed his eyes to make sure this wasn't some intricate daydream his mind played out of loneliness. Could it really be true?
His brothers were talking to you, even Diavolo was asking questions, but he was still in shock. Levi just couldn't move. His heart was beating so fast and his hands were shaking. To him it was absolutely stupid. He waited and craved to see you, to have you, so badly and now you were here and he was glued to the goddamn chair.
Although you were hugging Asmo, your eyes still lingered on Levi as you were watching him over Asmo's shoulder. He looked so anxious, almost like he was about to cry. You didn't take it to heart that he didn't immediately come hug you, the poor soul must've been in shock.
When everyone was done with their hugs, you got the keys for the House of Lamentation and you basically got sent home so they can finish the meeting.
Before leaving you snuck behind your favorite demon and embraced him lovingly.
"I'll see you home. Okay, baby?", you whispered before exiting the room.
Solomon walked you home and you politely asked if he wanted to stay for a cup of tea. Surely, after he took you back to them, the brothers wouldn't mind if he stayed for tea. However, he refused the invitation, saying that he had business to attend to, whatever that may mean.
You weren't too bothered by it, since you actually wanted to be left alone. It's been a long time since you've been home, you kind of wanted to walk around and take it all in.
You checked to see if there was any food to work with so you could surprise the brothers when they came back, but the fridge was mostly empty. They were probably getting takeaway. Seeing you didn't really have anything to do after unpacking, you wandered to Levi's room which was surprisingly opened. He was probably in a hurry in the morning and forgot to lock it... Whatever the reason, you were grateful.
The room was a bit of a mess, but you didn't really mind. It vaguely smelled like him and you missed his smell so goddamn much. One of his comfort hoodies laid on the back of his chair and you couldn't help but bury your face in it an inhale his scent.
You probably shouldn't have, but you slipped it in on over you clothes and it all spiraled from that moment on.
On his way home, Leviathan was being extremely self conscious. Why were you the one that had to come to him? He loved you, so why couldn't he move? Why was he such a pussy? He shook his head. No matter what, he was going to make up for it. He wanted to show you how much he missed you, how much he loved you. He carved to make you remember that you're his. All the way home he attempted to hype himself up and it was relatively successful, although his hands were still shaking.
When he got home he rushed to his room. The demon wanted to freshen up before he went to meet you. Damn, he actually forgot to lock his door. Thank the devil nobody was home...
His jaw dropped the moment he swung the door open. It was the sight he least expected to see. This wasn't how he planned it in his head... Ugh, this was so unfair. It's like he never got to have his way.
He mentally slapped himself for letting his sin take over. You were there, in his room, with his goddamn hoodie on, seemingly smelling one of the sleeves while playing with yourself. He couldn't ever ask for more. Fuck his mental plan, this was better.
"Oh, hi... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself", you mumbled.
The liliac-headed demon locked the door to make sure nobody could disturb the two of you.
"Don't be sorry, this is perfect, you're perfect.", he could feel his cheeks heating up.
"I didn't even mean to, but I could feel your scent and I...lost it..."
Soon your hands were around his neck and his on your thighs while your lips intertwined in a dance of longing and relief.
Did you crave him wholeheartedly? Yes. But if he wanted to stop and just hold you, you wouldn't mind. What you craved the most was feeling him close, as close as possible. You needed to feel his skin and his hands on yours, to feel his breath and his heartbeat, the warmth of his body and everything in between. You craved his whole being.
You would've kept going, deepening the kiss even further, but you became startled by a strange feeling around your torso. Turns out, it was just Levi's tail wrapped around you. The golden-eyes demon seemed to have missed you so much that feeling you up triggered his demon form. Truth be told, he wasn't the best at containing his excitement.
When your gaze met his, those pretty eyes were almost in tears. He couldn't have been sad, right? You were here, it was something else, but you couldn't put your finger on it.
"What's wrong, baby boy? I'm here and I'm not leaving your side again. I told you I'll always come back, so don't worry.", you cupped his cheeks to make sure his eyes wouldn't wander off to the floor.
"I just... I thought you wouldn't come back. I was scared. I don't want to lose you. You're mine, y/n. You're mine. You hear me?"
"Loud and clear, admiral!"
You both chuckled and thankfully broke off the tense atmosphere.
"Sooo...what was that about me being yours? I think I'll need a demonstration.", you stated playfully.
His eyes lit up again like a jar of honey on a windowsill as the rays of the sun shines through. Granted, Devildom didn't have a sun, but Levi's eyes were enough to light up your world.
"Gladly.", was a he said before his hands wandered off under the hoodie to feel your skin.
You were already burning up, it was overwhelming to be able to touch him again. You fantasied about this moment hundreds of times, you couldn't believe it was finally coming true.
His movements were soft and gentle, as if he wanted to savour it, to try to remember exactly how your skin felt against his hands, to engrave in his memory exactly how your breath became heavier when he caressed certain spots, to save you up in case you disappear.
With one hand on your thigh and the other on the back of your neck, he lead your head to the side, gaining access to your neck. Soft kisses turned into hungry bites and licks as if he could devour you whole right that instant. Usually he was more gentle, even a bit shy, although you've done this plenty of times, but this time around he did a number on your neck, marking you up. Granted, you did ask for a demonstration of how you belong to him and he delivered.
The hand on your thigh slowly moved between your legs, towards your wet folds, teasing you with soft brushes of the tips of his fingers against them. You squirmed under him which only made him smile against your neck. He was always the boldest when you couldn't see his face.
"Please, Levi... I need this as much as you do."
"Alright, but just because you asked nicely."
His thumb started rubbing circles on your sensitive nub, while his index finger slowly entered you. Fuck, it felt like ages since you've felt this good. You brought a hand up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans but your wrist was promptly grabbed by his tail.
"None of that, my love. You're mine, right? Let them know."
His words paired with your movement being limited and the pure bliss of his touch brought you really close to the edge. You moaned louder and dug the nails of your free hand into his shoulder.
"Are you close, my love?"
All you could do was nod pathetically. To which he replied by stopping his motions and pulling his finger out of you.
You were quick to protest by whining. However, you calmed down when you saw him undoing the zipper of his pants.
"You're not the only one in need, you know?"
Of course, it must've been unbearable for him as well. So you waited patiently for him to get out of his clothes. Thankfully, it didn't take long.
He didn't enter you right away, no, he took his sweet time, rubbing his member against your clit, gathering your juices onto his tip.
"You sure you wanna do this, y/n?", he asked almost mockingly.
"I fucking need your cock Levi, please give it to me already! I can't take it anym-"
You were cut off by the feeling of being full again. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head almost instinctually and you let him take over you.
Both of your wrists were pinned above your head by his tail, while his hands rested on your waist. He was pretty much squeezing you, but you didn't mind. It wasn't often that he got rough, so you went along with it. The unexpected feeling of his nails into your skin made you moan in pleasure. It was like his goal was to leave as many marks on you as possible.
"You're mine, y/n...", he whispered into your ear.
"I'm yours, Levi and I'm never leaving. I promise."
One hand left your waist and, instead, focused on your sensitive nub that was just begging to be touched.
"L-Levi... Please don't stop..."
"Are you gonna cum soon?"
"Y-yeah... Fuck, if you keep going... I will."
"Good. Let's do it together."
He kept rubbing circles on your clit while his tail slithered into your mouth. You were so full of him, it felt like heaven.
All of the overwhelming sensations brought you over the edge and soon, with a few feel thrusts, Levi's passion spilled too, filling you up even more.
"I love you.", you confessed after his tail left your mouth.
"I love you too, y/n."
A knock on the door snapped you back to reality.
"When you two lovebirds are done, come eat. I don't think we can hold Beel back much longer!", Satan stated before you could hear his footsteps fade into the hallway.
"Fuck. I don't have time to clean up...", you came to the realization.
"Then don't. Pull up your panties, dress up and let's go.", Leviathan said as he was pulling up his pants.
"B-but I..."
"You're mine, right? Let it serve as a reminder.", his back was turned to you but you could see the tips of his ears getting red.
"Alright, baby boy. You can clean me up after dinner.", you flashed a playful smile.
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Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.
Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.
1. When did you get into art?
Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.
2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?
LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.
In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.
3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.
Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.
4. What defines your artistic style?
You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...
Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.
5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?
I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?
I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.
One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.
6. What levels of artistic education have you had?
I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.
7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.
heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...
assorted valentines prep doodles
8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?
Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.
10. What do you like most about your art?
I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:
So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.
14. What do you like drawing the most?
Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.
oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.
15. What do you like drawing the least?
mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.
18. What is your purpose for drawing?
This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha.
20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)
Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL
In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.
22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”
This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.
And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.
24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)
I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look
25. Draw a picture!
Man I’m so tired now but here.
I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.
OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.
I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!
I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!
That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.
Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:
from top > bottom
- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen
- tombow fudenosuke
- muji 0.38 ballpoint
- medium size poscas
- grey tombow double brush pens
- good ol bic mechanical pencil
not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.
You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3
Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...
uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.
I assume these asks are related? LOL
1) Yeah totally true. I love David.
2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at isellhotdogs@gmail.com.
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Trading Places
Summary:
"Why’d you harass me about wanting to play video games instead of talking to my friend? You don’t care about that sort of thing.”
Remus’s grin widened.
“Now Thomas, maybe Remus is turning over a new leaf. In that case, we should celebrate! How about we throw a bunch of Babybel cheese at people’s cars so the wax stains them red in pretty polka dots!
”Thomas stared at Patton. “…That’s vandalism. You want me to vandalize people’s cars?"
Or, Patton and Remus swap roles. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Warnings: canon-typical Remus language
Read on AO3 here
Thomas’s back ached from being hunched over so long, fingers half numb from hours of button pressing. Thomas hardly noticed. He was only one level away from meeting the final Boss. Weeks of gameplay had been leading up to this moment. All the lost sleep and forgotten meals were about to pay off in the greatest, grandest, most magnificent battle of all time –
Something ringing cut through Thomas’s laser focus, jolting him back to the real world. He frantically groped for the ‘pause’ button before tearing his eyes away to read the caller ID on his phone. A friend from community theater. Thomas was disappointed for a moment that it wasn’t just ignorable spam, then immediately felt guilty. He quickly accepted the call.
“Hey man, what’s up?” he spoke into the phone. “Oh! Free to talk right now?” Thomas glanced longingly at the paused video game. “Um, well…”
“Are you really gonna hang up on your friend for a video game? Wow, Thomas, I didn’t realize you were even more evil than I am.”
Thomas nearly threw his phone in surprise. Next to him on the sofa suddenly sat the Duke, his face shifting between maudlin disappointment and a suppressed grin.
“What the heck, man! Why you gotta pop up in my blind spot like that?” Thomas yelled, putting the phone on mute while noises of confusion came through the speaker.
“Why you gotta be a shitty friend?” Remus replied without missing a beat. “What if they’re in crisis? What if their family just disowned them? What if they lost their job and can’t afford rent or food and have nowhere to go and you were their last option for help and now they’re going to spend the night on the streets and get mugged and then murdered and so eviscerated that they won’t be able to identify the body and he’ll be tossed into a mass grave where he’ll get devoured by worms at age thirty…”
“Oh my God, stop!” Thomas tried to command, to no avail.
“…and then he’ll turn into a zombie with his mind trapped in his rotting brain and forced to watch as his body kills people…”
“I hope your friend is doing all right!” Thomas whirled around to see Patton sitting on his other side, expression sympathetic. He didn’t seem to notice that Remus was there or still talking. Or maybe he was just ignoring him.
“Oh, thank God, Patton. Do you think it’s okay for me to play my video game instead of talking? I’m just so close to the boss battle and I really wanna finish it.”
“Well, I think your pal sounded fine, but better safe than sorry. How about you can finish your game, but first we say something to cheer him up just in case?”
“…and once all his loved ones have been eaten alive his zombie brain will come back to life and have to live with the horror of what he’s done…”
Desperate to get the Duke’s morbid monologue to stop, Thomas rushed to agree. “Yeah, sure. Any ideas?”
“Oh, you know I’ve always got something up my sleeve. A dad joke is never a bad joke!” He paused a second to think. “What has two butts and kills people? An assassin!”
Without a second thought, Thomas lifted the phone back to his face, unmuted it, and repeated the joke. He snorted at his own punchline, mentally congratulating himself on the pun. Then realization set in. Patton seemed to have the same realization, judging by the look of self-directed horror on his face.
The sound of laughter came through the phone. “Sorry, that was kind of a silly one. But glad you liked it,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen, I was kinda in the middle of something when you called, but I’d love to catch up later tonight if that works for you?” His friend assured him it was no problem, and after setting up a time to chat later, they hung up.
“What the heck was that?” Thomas said.
“Great teamwork!” Remus chimed, raising a hand to high-five Patton across Thomas’s body. Patton eyed it nervously, then lightly tapped the palm. Then not so subtly wiped his hand on his pants.
“Sorry, kiddo. I didn’t mean to use potty language,” Patton said, shaking his head. “A dad’s gotta set a good example for his kids! Not my best work, huh?”
“Yeah, that was weird,” Thomas said. “But mostly I meant Remus. Why’d you harass me about wanting to play video games instead of talking to my friend? You don’t care about that sort of thing.”
Remus’s grin widened.
“Now Thomas, maybe Remus is turning over a new leaf. In that case, we should celebrate! How about we throw a bunch of Babybel cheese at people’s cars so the wax stains them red in pretty polka dots!”
Thomas stared at Patton. “…That’s vandalism. You want me to vandalize people’s cars? And wouldn’t that probably make dents and break the windows?”
Patton’s face fell into a look of consternation. “Oh, yes, sorry. That would be very inconsiderate. Definitely don’t do that, Thomas. Okay, instead, we can celebrate with food! I think we’ve got eggs, pickles, maple syrup, and coffee in the kitchen. Sounds like the ingredients for a yummy soup.”
“Soup?” Thomas repeated in disbelief.
Patton tilted his head. “Yeah, soup. You know, a liquid you can eat! We could add cinnamon too if you want.”
“I love it, Patton! Look who’s finally not being such a fuddy-daddy,” Remus said, drumming his fingers against his cheek.
Thomas looked rapidly between the two of them. “Okay, is someone going to explain what’s going on here or am I just gonna stay confused?”
“You could’ve skipped all the confusion in the first place if you’d just listened to me earlier. I knew you liked boys by age 6!” Remus answered, and Thomas groaned. But then the Duke let out a long, dramatic sigh and stood, spreading his arms wide. “All right, killjoy. I swapped us, of course!”
“What? You can’t do that!” Patton reprimanded. “You switch back with Thomas right now, mister! This is Thomas Sanders Sides, not Remus Sanders Sides.”
Remus blinked. “Uh, right. No. I swapped our roles, Patton.”
Patton’s eyes widened with realization. “Ohhh. Well that’s much better.” He nodded to himself. Then, “Hey! You switch us back right now, mister!”
“Oopsie doodles, no can doozies. This is way too much fun! Now, Thomas, about your content.” Remus turned to face Thomas, a manic gleam in his eyes. “You really love to coddle your viewers, huh? Do you think they can tell? Do you think they click on your channel and get whacked in the face with the patronizing ooey gooey BS you sprinkle over their dainty little heads? They’re probably devastated you don’t trust them to be able to handle anything more meaningful and substantial than the trite twaddle you call videos.”
Remus pushed up his cheeks with his fists, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. “Aw, poor babies. Their favorite Youtube star thinks nothing of them. That’s gotta cut like a machete to the heart.”
“Okay! Got it,” Thomas said. “So what I’m hearing is you’re my morality now?” Horror rose in his throat. “And Patton is my bad creativity?” Remus nodded excitedly. Patton looked nauseous. “Why would you do that?” Thomas asked, desperate.
“Oh, it’s simple. Dear Virgie didn’t like the bloody death threat I left on his wall earlier. Talk about not being able to take a joke, amirite?” Patton grimaced at that idea of a ‘joke.’ “Anyway, then he went off about how I’ll” – Remus adopted a mocking, bored tone to accompany his air quotes – “‘never be an important Side’ because I ‘don’t know the difference between right and wrong.’ Blah, blah, blah. But that was just too good of a challenge to pass up!”
“Too good of a challenge…so you’re trying to prove Virgil wrong? By being my morality? ” Thomas clarified in dismay.
“Yep! And proving that I could gain a whole lotta influence real quick if I wanted. Good little Thomas would never repress his moral drive.” Remus smiled sweetly at him.
“Sure, okay. This is not happening.” Thomas turned to Patton. “You’re my real morality. Can’t you, like, take your job back? Please?”
“Afraid not,” the Duke answered for him in a voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Where do you think your Sides comes from, Thomas? We’re figments of your imagination, after all.”
Thomas rested his face in his hand, exhausted by the whole situation. “I’m not following.”
“It’s easy. Imagination is part of creativity.” He did a mirror of Roman’s typical arm flourish at the mention of his function. “Therefore, your creativity created your Sides and is the only thing that can change them as it pleases. As I please.”
“Hold on, does that mean you and Roman are, like, literally everyone else’s dads?” Thomas asked.
“Hey now, kiddo. Don’t go stealing my kids out from under me,” Patton said, pointing a stern finger.
“Don’t worry, I’m a deadbeat dad!” Remus replied. Then his expression turned thoughtful. It was the most terrifying thing Thomas had ever seen. “Huh, isn’t it interesting that we’re figments of your imagination but also kinda not? I mean, we’ve got thoughts and feelings of our own. Yet our whole existence revolves around you.” Thomas braced, not sure where this was going but sure it wasn’t anywhere good. “You call all the shots about what we do, and if one of us wants to do something? Well, better pimp yourself out to get on the Big Daddy’s good side –”
“What?!”
“– and hope he graciously agrees. No autonomy for us. Just wasting away in your brain while you fuck around with the body. Male privilege? Please, let’s talk corporeal privilege, Thomas.”
Remus’s tone stayed casual, gaze idly wandering as he thought aloud. But the wave of guilt that came with his words was enough to nearly knock Thomas over, and made his eyes sting with tears. The Duke actually had a point. Was Thomas a terrible person? Oh, God. Was he abusing his Sides?
“Okay, kiddo.” Patton said, holding out his hands in a pacifying gesture. “That’s some pretty heavy stuff. Let’s not get carried away, all right? Don’t worry Thomas, we love being part of your amazing head!”
“Did someone say amazing head? I was wondering when you’d ask –”
Thomas closed his eyes. He could not deal with this. His Morality was suggesting crime, his Bad Creativity was giving him intrusive guilt, except all that was actually the other way around, now. Too much chaos, too many moral crises jam packed into ten minutes, too much Remus. Frankly, at this point he was just surprised Virgil hadn’t popped up to yell at him yet. Thomas was considering just getting up and walking away, irrationally hoping that no one would follow, when he remembered something.
“Wait a second. You said only Creativity could switch you guys back, right?”
“Yeppers! And don’t bother calling Roman, he’s still black and blue from reading Youtube comments earlier,” Remus replied cheerfully. Thomas made a mental note to check on Roman once all this was done.
“But you switched roles with Patton,” he continued, frown sliding into a sly smile. “Which means that Patton is now my Creativity – well, part of it, anyway. Which means he can switch you back!” Thomas turned eagerly to his father figure figment.
“Ah, I’m not so sure about that, kiddo.” Patton’s eyes were wide as saucers. “What if tapping into a” – his voice fell to a whisper – “dark power turns me evil. Like Ursula from A Little Mermaid.”
“Is that Ursula’s backstory?” Thomas asked curiously.
“No, actually! The real one is much better,” Remus said. “She almost got burned alive when her village figured out she was part octopus. Good thing her dear brother rescued her. Oh, except he thought she was a monster too, so he banished her to the cesspit of the sea.” Remus’s enthusiastic tone only made his darkened expression the more unnerving.
Thomas shifted uneasily. Once again, he was reminded just how much he didn’t know about what went on in his own head. But then again, Remus had told him, hadn’t he?
The unloved brother from the Genesis.
He began to spiral back down Remus’s guilt trip about responsibility to his Sides. Thankfully his thoughts were interrupted by Patton. “Aw, poor thing! People can be meaner than a bully burning a baby bunny in a Satanic ritual.” What? “Uh, I mean! A stuffed bunny. Anyway, I hope Ursula is okay now.”
“Nope, she died,�� Remus informed him. Patton’s lip started to wobble.
“So that’s good news!” Thomas butted in before things could get any more derailed. He’d have time later to worry about sibling rivalry and possible injustice among figments of his imagination. “I mean, Ursula didn’t turn evil from using dark magic. So Patton has nothing to worry about. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, I need my good old morality back. No one else can beat the top pop.” Thomas smiled at the giggle that got.
“Oh, all right. I’ll give it the old college try.”
Thomas sighed in relief and watched as Patton squeezed his eyes and fists tight, brow furrowing in intense concentration. A moment later he cracked an eye open. “Did it work?”
“I don’t know, tell a joke!” Thomas urged.
“Um…oh! Why can’t a nose be twelve inches long? Because then it’d be a foot!”
Thomas groaned, but he was smiling. Finally, his Sides were back to normal.
“Or my dick!” Remus chirped.
Yeah, normal. The thought was far fonder than it had any right to be.
“See, Patton? There was nothing to worry about. No spooky magical corruption – hey what’s up with your logo?” Thomas pointed at the heart on Patton’s shirt. It had turned upside down, its shape now looking a lot like…well.
Remus gasped in delight. “Awesome! Taking style inspiration from your favorite Creativity, I see.”
“You’re not my favorite Creativity,” Patton said, and Thomas couldn’t help his flinch. But then, “I can’t play favorites with my kids! You’re all perfect just the way you are.”
The side-eye Remus gave Patton was truly impressive. “Perfect, huh? Even when I do this?” Suddenly he was holding what looked kinda like a bouquet of pale, bloody flowers. Then Thomas spotted the fingernails. He watched as the entire handful of severed fingers slid down Remus’s throat and disappeared with a loud slurp.
“Of course!” Patton replied, seemingly unfazed. “No matter what you do, you’re still famILY.”
Okay, that was weird. Patton, not bothered by that sickening gesture? But wait a second – was it sickening? Strangely enough, Thomas found he wasn’t all that bothered by it either. Like some of his aversion to Remus had faded.
The suspicious look didn’t leave Remus’s face, but something about him seemed…calmer, than it had a minute ago. Softer.
Patton looked back at his shirt with a puzzled expression. “That’s funny, I could’ve sworn the heart was right-side up. Maybe I need new glasses!”
“I wouldn’t call that a heart anymore. It’s totally a pair of dingle-dangles.”
“A what?” Thomas said, unable to believe the Duke had actually used a euphemism. And a downright cutesy one, at that. His gaze fell to Remus’s belt.
“My eyes are up here, you saucy minx. And here,” Remus added, pointing to the eyeball on his shoulder.
“No, look,” Thomas said, pointing to the logo on the belt buckle. The crescent moon at the top seemed to have morphed into a smiley face.
Thomas head swiveled between the smiley face and the – uh, inverted heart – several times. He thought back to what Patton had been worried about. Lasting effects of the role reversal. Oh no.
Patton and Remus, both still engrossed by their changed logos, seemed to have the same thought. In voices heavy with resignation, all three of them spoke at the same time.
“Aw, butts.”
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Fallen Realm Playlist Masterpost
Big infodump under the read more, if you like my OCs and/or agree with my flawless music taste this should be interdasting
1. MUSE - Thought Contagion
Vampire stuff, punk vibes, a nod to thriller, all of the above fit the mood of a FR show + the song is genuinely very good and I could see it being used on stage easily.
2. PAIN - Call Me
Absolute banger. But that's besides the point. I see this as being the bassist Jez/Jamie's song (with a side of Deuce as the second vocalist). Jez is a fairly quiet lad who generally keeps to himself but I always imagined that he’d be secretly very flirty and cheeky, but would mostly only really express it via music. I actually wrote a lil short story where most of FR's band (minus Rex and Isabella) find themselves in some dive bar after a show, and end up performing in the place of the no-show band that was meant to be there that night. That band ends up being the very same one that kicked Jez out, so it’s a bit of a revenge story for him. This short is on my discord by the by.
3. Emigrate - Eat You Alive
Oh boy, this is a strong one. Basically, just watch this video but pretend that Axl is Richard (the frontman). That’s it. That’s the explanation.
Being serious though, RZK is and always has been a huge influence for Axl's visual design, mannerisms and on-stage behaviours. On top of that, this is 100% the type of music he'd listen to, and the lyrics may as well just be plucked right outta his brain. Are the words meant to be aimed at Valeriya in a threatening way? Or is it a cheeky flirt with Trinity? Both? Neither? We’ll never know.
Also, completely unrelated I’m sure, here’s a wip you may or may not be able to force me to finish on stream via channel points soon...
4. Axel One - Out of the Dark
Can't exactly say much about this one cause it's spoilers, but I will say it's less about the song itself and more about the video, and that it does concern the one FR character who is already dead when the story begins.
5. Lord of the Lost - Raining Stars
Just seems to me like a real good song to perform to. I can imagine seeing acrobatic stunts in slow-mo to this track. That’s it for this one, just “I just think they’re neat”. Gorgeous song and video by an amazing band anyway though.
6. Oomph! - Supernova
Kinda the same deal as the Emigrate song, you can just insert Axl into this one in Dero’s place, along with Jez, Vlad, and Thatch. Once again the style and lyrics fit him perfectly, and this one earns bonus points since Dero is actually Axl's canon voiceclaim - specifically in this era of Oomph!’s music too.
7. Die Kreatur - Kälter als der Tod
At the risk of this thread becoming Oops All Axl TM - AH YES. This one is perfect for the point where Axl finally gets the fuck over himself, and stops being horrible to Vlad because of guitar jealousy, and they become bros.
Realistically, I doubt that Vlad - the clueless human vampire fanatic - will ever realise that Axl is a real actual vampire, but he'd be so glad that they seem to have this ~shared interest~ in them, and he'd by hyped as heck to do a performance like this with his guitar buddy. By the way, Vlad wonders to himself, isn’t it odd that he’s never seen Axl putting his fake fangs in?? Weird
As for the girl on the altar, there are a couple ideas I’ve toyed with. Random audience member for fun. Trinity but Axl gets mad jealous even though he thought and said he wouldn't. (No sharing!! Not even for jokes.) Valeriya but the poor thing is scared to the point of tears because this is just a little too close to a real experience for her and Vlad just can't figure out why. Axl insists she’s just being dramatic. Rex has to rescue her because she’s too shy to put her foot down.
Or perhaps Isabella would wanna join in, but she can't take it seriously and keeps laughing which just causes a chain reaction every time with even Axl cracking a smile. There are like a million cut takes now. Send help.
All in all a fun crossover to think about.
8. Adelitas Way - Still Hungry
This one is just Diesel’s anthem. This is the story of a young punk who can’t stop, won’t stop, never gives up and needs more. Right kinda music for him too.
9. MONO INC. - Shining Light
100% a full-cast song. I feel like the lyrics apply to a number of different things about various members of the circus' backstories, and their found family vibe together - if you think about them in super vague terms, at least. I liked to consider the vocals a duet between Rex and Isabella, being the two singers, but there are a couple lines that are kinda too adult for Bella and would make the duet sorta odd so ehhh 90% of it can be that, let’s say. (This is baring in mind that Isabella is an orphaned minor and Rex is like a father figure for her - as he kinda is for many of the members of the circus)
I also did a doodle of this. This one will also be on the force-me-to-work-on-this-WIP-live pile.
9.5. Lacrimosa - Lichtgestalt a.k.a the original version of Shining Light
Same song, just German and carrying a much darker, creepier tone. It fits in new, fun ways.
10. Oomph! - Viel zu Tief
OOPS ALL AXL TM
Lyrics are very important for this one. Once again, music is the right style, Dero is still his voiceclaim, and Axl actually speaks German in canon (and NO I didn’t do that just so Oomph! songs fit him better, shUT UP)
11. Pet Shop Boys - It’s a Sin
Bit out of left field for this playlist, sure, but with all the controversy and extremely shakey morals in FR's world and with its characters, this one just seems fitting. Plus I'd want em to cover it for a show. Banger.
Honorable mention goes to Ghost’s cover of this song. I don’t even listen to Ghost but my reaction upon finding out this exists was like “lmao yes, of course, why wouldn’t they”.
This song in general I associate instinctively with Vlad, purely because its 80s and campy and I feel like he’d be the type to listen to Ghost.
12. Destiny Potato - Lunatic
Very strongly feel this is a performance song featuring Isabella. This song fits the character - and in particular her tragic backstoryTM pretty well. I’d even go so far as to say the singer would be a pretty good voiceclaim for her if her voice wasn’t meant to be more robotic in canon. This is pretty close to what I imagine, though. Strong n sweet.
13. Nightwish - I Want My Tears Back
One of the first songs I imagined to go well with stage performances. This one for sure would be a duet between Rex and Isabella.
Plus at about 3:10 there's a long solo with a bit of back-and-forth between the guitar and hurdy gurdy (I think?) that I could 100% see Axl and Vlad doing on guitar and keytar respectively.
14. Lord of the Lost - Drag Me To Hell
Yeah this one is just Axl @ his ex
15. Lindemann - Steh Auf!
Bleib nicht liegen, es wär schade - Zirkus ist heut in der Stadt
So, this would be from Isabella’s perspective. Did I mention she was orphaned? Yeah. I guess this one is a little dark.
16. Otetsu & GUMI - Disordered Self-Restraint Girl
The song itself seems to be the story of a child who is trying to coax their parent/guardian into getting up and doing things, not realising that parent had passed away from a drug overdose. Drugs isn’t the way Isabella’s parents died, but the rest of the song fits that part of her backstory imo. Plus, it’s German, and Isabella is German, so yay!
Uh oh, vocaloid.
For a long time I've associated this one with Valeria, and her feelings towards the circus in the early days. After she's accidentally turned by Axl, Val gets effectively kidnapped by FR, taken in before she can even regain consciousness and completely against her will, since it would be incredibly irresponsible of them to just leave a fresh new vampire out in the world so they kinda don't have a choice. While she eventually finds her place and elects to stay after some time has passed, there was a period of time where she definitely would have felt trapped.
This is without even going into the fact that she's now stuck travelling and living with her would-be murderer, and - due to the fact that half of the circus don't even know non-humans exist, let alone what actually happened to Valeria - many of the people around her don't seem to care, or simply do not understand why she's so scared and stressed. It leaves her, at times, feeling like she could be killed tomorrow and nobody would give a shit.
Showtime, katanamochi bunbun furimawashi kubi kara ue hanetobashite mo - ashita ni nareba minna motodoori, waratte yurushite
Translation: Showtime, even if a sword wielder slices my head and makes it fly off, tomorrow everything continues as usual, smiling, forgiving
(Don't worry, in reality Rex, Diesel, and Thatch are there for her & understand the shit she's going through. I promise the folks in the circus do actually care. It's just hard for her to see it in this period of time.)
(There will almost definitely be more songs and doodles added here in the future, but for now that’s all folks!)
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i have never watched that anime but 61 and 63 sound like they would be quite funny together :)
for context (x - make me write things!) first of all anon bless you u are such a sweetheart lmao thank u for being so kind and supportive of my sudden obsession lmao. i have chosen some classic kiribaku for this one mostly cause i can’t imagine anyone other than bakugou saying ‘i’d rather be spitting blood’ lmao
61. “Were you drawing me?”63. “I’d rather be spitting blood.”
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“Whatcha got there, Bakugou?” Eijirou says as he walks down the empty hallway - they’re both meant to be in study hall, but Bakugou had wandered off a while ago and didn’t come back, and Eijirou had thought to maybe do the same.
Bakugou must not have noticed him, though, because his attention seems super focused on the notebook in his hand. He’s got headphones in, too, which is probably why he didn’t hear Eijirou’s question.
Eijirou slows his pace as he gets closer to where Bakugou’s sitting up against the wall, hoping he’ll notice Eijirou’s presence on his own, though he knows Bakugou will likely be startled anyway. He can get kinda jumpy sometimes, especially if he thinks he’s alone. Like right now.
He has half a mind to stomp his feet a little in the hopes that Bakugou will feel it through the floor, but he stumbles to a stop several few feet away.
The notebook Bakugou’s scribbling in seems to be covered in doodles, not notes like Eijirou had initially thought, and he can’t quite make them out from here but he’s sort of just shocked that Bakugou’s doing something like drawing. He doesn’t seem at all like the kind of person who’d be interested in art.
But then, Eijirou’s only known him for less than a year, and he’s not particularly inclined to opening up about himself, so Eijirou shouldn’t really be surprised.
He kinda is anyway.
“Bakugou?” he tries again, then takes another few steps closer. He really should try not to startle Bakugou, he always gets extra grumpy when that kind of thing happens, but he’s also a little curious about the drawing thing…he’s never seen Bakugou express himself.
Well, except when he’s angry. Or fighting.
Bakugou continues whatever he’s currently drawing, something with lots of sharp lines in the corner of his page, and Eijirou inches himself closer, just until he’s certain another step would alert Bakugou to his presence.
It’s not enough, though - all he can really tell is that Bakugou’s been drawing people-shaped things, and that’s just piqued his curiosity even more. He’s pretty sure Bakugou doesn’t even like people, who the hell would he be drawing?
Bakugou’s hand moves in smooth, quick strokes, and Eijirou watches it for a few silent, very tense moments before an idea hits him - smooth and quick! He nods his head to himself, a smile curling the corners of his lips. He just has to be fast, act like he’s not specifically looking to see what Bakugou’s drawing, and then he can take a quick peek before Bakugou inevitably hides the notebook away. The way he does with everything else about himself.
Eijirou clenches a hand in a fist, determination fueling him. Smooth and quick.
“Hey Bakugou!” He drops down right beside Bakugou in one fast movement, taking him totally off guard, and his stunned silence gives Eijirou a brief glimpse at the page of doodles before it’s flipped shut. Bakugou yanks out an earbud and spits an angry ‘the hell do you want, shitty hair?’ at him, but Eijirou’s totally frozen.
In spite of the way his eyes remain wide and his body stays totally still, his heart races as he tries to process what he’s just seen. He can hear Bakugou’s miscellaneous grumbling as he shoves his notebook in his bag, but the words don’t really make it to his ears.
“Were you drawing me?” he finally asks, when his own tongue remembers how to move. His arm and leg are pressed against Bakugou’s, so he feels it the moment Bakugou stiffens.
“I’d rather be spitting blood,” Bakugou hisses, his tone dripping with anger. Or maybe it’s not quite anger - Eijirou finally manages to pull his gaze up to Bakugou’s face only to find it colored bright red from his cheeks up to where his ears stick out from beneath his hair.
“I- uh…” For the first time since he’s started at UA, Eijirou’s at a loss for words. Bakugou had been drawing him, of that he’s certain. Even with only a quick glance, he’d been able to tell - nobody’s got hair like his. Eijirou has half a mind to ask why him, of all people, but that seems like a big question, one that he isn’t sure he wants to know the answer to.
“Can I see?” he asks instead.
“Fuck off, shitty hair,” Bakugou grumbles, and Eijirou expects him to stand and stalk off, to find somewhere else to sulk and draw in peace. But he doesn’t move, he stays so still that Eijirou would think he might be a statue if he hadn’t just seen his lips move.
“Please?” Eijirou tries again. He thinks - or maybe just hopes - this time will be different. That, in the emptiness of the hallway where there’s nobody else to notice, Bakugou will open up a little bit. That, for Eijirou, he’s willing to be himself a little more than usual. That he wants Eijirou to see him for who he is, to see behind the wall he’s built to keep people at bay.
The silence stretches out until Eijirou can feel it in his lungs, threatening to suffocate him. If Bakugou says no, he won’t push it. He doesn’t think he should leave, either, though. He’s learned one thing about Bakugou in these past months: he talks a lot about wanting to be alone, but he never really seems to object to the company. If Eijirou had to guess, he’d say Bakugou’s actually a little happy whenever he tags along.
Not that he’d say so out loud.
Eijirou startles when Bakugou shifts, and he’s about to start shoving his disappointment somewhere below the surface when Bakugou’s hand reaches inside his bag.
A notebook is flying at his face a moment later, and he barely catches it in time to stop it from smacking into him.
Bakugou’s silent, his eyes staring hard at the floor and his arms crossed over his chest now, so Eijirou flips open to a random page.
It’s not his own face that stares back, but those of his classmates - Kaminari, Mina, even Todoroki is there, drawn in lazy, sketchy lines that somehow form a surprisingly realistic image. Eijirou flips the page and is met with another wave of faces, though he’s a little disappointed that he doesn’t seem to make an appearance.
“Last one,” Bakugou says, his voice gruff and low, and he reaches over to flip to a later page in the notebook. Eijirou wonders if his disappointment had been obvious or if Bakugou was just trying to show him what he originally asked for.
His eyes widen as penciled replicas of his own face dot this new page, some with bright grins and some with pensive frowns, one that even looks like he’s right in the middle of talking. He’s even got his hair down in a couple of them, and he wonders when Bakugou was hanging around enough to notice that. He spends most of his time in the dorms holed up in his room.
“These are…really good,” Eijirou says - it’s all he can think to say, the only thing that doesn’t mean anything else beneath the surface. You have a whole page of just me? I never noticed you drawing before. When did you look at me long enough to see me, to really see me?
No, he keeps those comments to himself. This is probably already a lot for Bakugou, to be this open. He doesn’t want to say anything that might make him close himself off again.
“Yeah. I know.” Bakugou’s still grumbling, but he sounds at least a little proud of himself - and not even in the self-righteous way he normally does, just…like he’s pleased someone else recognized his skill. Not that Eijirou’s exactly an art-oriented person, but he can tell Bakugou has some serious talent.
Not for the first time, he wonders if there’s anything Bakugou isn’t good at.
“I didn’t know you could draw,” Eijirou comments as he closes the notebook and hands it back. Bakugou takes it without a word, but his fingers brush against Eijirou’s and it sends a wave of warmth up his arm.
“Just something I do when I’m bored,” he says, and Eijirou watches as he turns to slip the notebook back in his bag. He must think Eijirou can’t see him, because just as he’s facing the other end of the hall, the corner of his lip ticks up in a small smile, and it makes Eijirou’s chest feel like it’s exploding.
Bakugou doesn’t say anything else, but he hands Eijirou one of his earbuds and presses play on his phone and Eijirou tries not to think too hard about his arm pressed against Bakugou’s or the warmth spreading through his entire body or the way Bakugou looks right now - still a little red, but like he might be about to smile again, maybe smile for real.
He takes the offered headphone and sticks it in his ear, letting the heavy bass crash over him and sync up with the frantic rhythm of his heart.
Maybe he could be the one to make Bakugou smile for real.
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(hmgh the inbox is empty n im kinda bored so have sum incoherent thoughts n ideas abt lou under the cut)
(i think ive mentioned a few times tht lou likes singing but that is admittedly an understatement. he loves singing. he hears a song he knos the lyrics to and he feels incredibly compelled to sing tho his lack of confidence stops him in public spaces. u may hear a bit of humming when no ones paying attention to him tho)
(going off that there are certain kindsa songs he likes singing more than others, think its been mentioned that he likes higher energy music generally speaking so naturally thats the kinda music he likes to sing to but he REALLY likes songs he can just belt to it feels so satisfying to him. he is surprisingly good at adele songs)
(he cannot sing really rough throaty songs to save his life tho like just thinkin abt it makes his throat hurt. he likes a fair bit of metal and screamo n stuff but his voice is just too smooth to sing it. smooth but lightly textured. like vanilla icecream w the lil vanilla beans n stuff still in it. hes also not very good at whistling)
(hes mostly a tenor but he does have a pretty decent range and his falsetto is p decent tho it does hurt his throat)
(its also been mentioned that hes alright at guitar but i like 2 thnk inbetween whatever actual lessons he took the very first songs he taught himself were probably sum very embarrassing sappy little love songs w simple chords. u kno how it is when ur a repressed gay teenager)
(idk how any of yall read his voice but generally he talks kinda quietly, very much not a very loud or present person, which is good for not getting caught committing crimes but not very good for socializing as he has discovered.)
(his semi soft voice is decently reflective of his physical characteristics too, i think i mentioned like once that his hair is very thick and soft, but his skin is also p soft with the exception of some scars here and there)
(speaking of his more notable scars are a burn scar on his right forearm from when he was really young, no one remembers exactly how he got it but it had something to do with a kitchen accident, and sum cut scars on his left shoulder from shortly after he’d moved out of his mom’s house. he also has various minor scars on his hands and wrists from handling/playing with cats and getting into the occasional knife fight back in the city as well as a very small scar on his upper lip from a time a dog bit his face when he was young)
(u might not guess it but he is incredibly clumsy and does not have the best spatial awareness when it comes to like. objects. he does fine not crashing into people but hes probably bumped into a lamp post at least once)
(idk if its ever come across but he also does lots of hand gestures when hes talking. snapping his fingers or shaking his hands when hes tryna think trying to illustrate what hes talking about with vague motions. he does a lot of shit w his hands in general, tapping fingers on surfaces drumming his hands on his legs, doin peace signs n finger guns and playing with his fingers/clothes mindlessly)
(hes also the kinda person who has an idle animation™ when hes not distracted by talking to someone or just paying attention to something he’ll probably rock back n forth on his feet or bobbing up and down probably to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head or something, speaking of songs, again, humming is a thing he does too)
(if u read the previous 2 points and thought “that sounds like stimming” ur exactly right)
(he stumbles over his words a bunch when hes excited, even if hes trying to keep his cool stumbling and stuttering are some of the most tell tale signs of him being excited tho it also happens when hes anxious or flustered. id say it applies to strong emotions in general but it absolutely does not apply to stuff like when hes real angry or sad)
(when hes real angry or sad his speech tends to actually be much more concise, he’ll speak slower and take time to really consider his words. when he’s angry both his expression and the words he chooses have the potential to cut like a hot knife thru soft butter, and when he’s sad hes more considering his words to try and keep from bringing the person hes talking to down)
(ive drawn him with a sketchbook a couple times but he probably has a journal with some writing in it too, nothing serious just thoughts he has sometimes phrased with flowery words but its not like. super amazing poetry or anything. hes no elliott)
(speaking of sketchbooks he absolutely draws his friends from time to time. hes incredibly embarrassed by it and hed never show anyone but he does it. a lot of his doodles are accompanied by lil thoughts and comments he has while makin em)
(back when he worked for joja i like to think he was like a phone operator for like. the joja help line or smth which is an oxymoron and he probably spent most of his work day getting yelled at by ppl over the phone. he does not like talking on the phone. much prefers texting)
(idk how clear ive made it on the blog but he absolutely hates morris. morris is probably the only person in town who hes like physically threatened. morris has thusly elected to avoid fucking with him as much as physically possible)
(i think its been mentioned he carries some kinda pocket knife on him at all times but he also likes to carry one a those novelty combs that looks n acts like a switchblade but its not. mostly just to fuck w ppl. pull out what looks like a switchblade then open it and hah uve been fooled it was a comb all along)
(speaking of combs bcus his hair is thick and wavy as mentioned before hes gotta take real good care of it or it gets. Unmanageable. when he was a teenager he didnt take care of it for a while n it got so long and tangled it broke like 2 combs it was awful)
(that in mind he is prone to getting wicked bed head. catch him when he first wakes up and its like a rat king was planted on his head)
(also did i mention he has several knives? pocket knives switchblades hes probably got a decorative dagger in a box somewhere, and ofc his monster fighting sword. he probably has a pair of brass knuckles somewhere too)
(its defintiely been hinted at more than a few times but lou is a huge foodie. he is always hungry and loves food but he cant stand mint or bitter tastes sometimes he has a hard time w sour stuff too. he likes spicy and savory/umami/w/e foods best, and while he does have a decent sweet tooth he can make himself sick off sugary stuff pretty easy especially w really dense sweets like fudgy brownies n shit)
(the reason hes not so good w mint and bitter things is cus his senses r very keen and bitter and mint are very unpleasant to his mouth and nose. theyre intense and stick around much longer than theyre welcome and it just feels bad ykno. this in mind he could not explain to u why he likes spicy stuff as much as he does)
(hes also really sensitive to like actual temperatures, especially heat. if it gets too hot and humid it can make him real nauseous n give him a migraine, hes better in the cold but even then it makes him really sneezy n sniffly. this is moderately ironic considering the previous point)
(jhjh im gonan stop here bcus this is getting super long but this is absolutely not all the stuff ive thought of. its mostly just the more lighthearted n mundane stuff that i could remember off the top of my head lmao)
#ooc#not asks#sdv oc#(this is incredibtyl random n probabyl incoherent but w/e)#(its MY blog and I get to choose the content hfjghjd)
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First Impressions: XOXO Blood Droplets
Hey there everyone, Kai here! As everyone knows, Julie and I are at the end of our rope when it comes to content for the blog. But just yesterday, a saw the download link for XOXO Blood Droplets demo being shared around. Normally, I much rather wait for the full game to be released instead of playing a demo; it’s just not a satisfying experience for me. But I decided to change my tune and give it a try. This is just my impression of the game so far and not a review, since the game isn’t even finished. That being said, here’s my opinion.
TL;DR
Well, I have a lot to say about the game since I’m an otome fan (I’m a picky highly opinionated girl). But I’m sure everyone here cares more if the guys are really yanderes or not based on the screenshots on the game that has been floating around. And my answer to that question is… I guess? Like I said, it’s way too early to give anything concrete. But from what I have seen, the guys are more… how to put it… they all give me this “psychopathic oresama” feel than a yandere feel. The way they all treat the MC rather cold or dickishly, just like an oresama or a kuudere (in Pran’s case). The only real exception to this behavior was from Shiloh, who was far better on the yandere scale since he’s more open with his affections with the MC. I guess we can think of them all as Yandere Hybrids… an oresama-yandere mix but they don’t feel particularly lovesick unless you forcibly trigger that side. They’re all in a 2-4 range on the yandere scale… Shiloh being obviously a 4 and Bae being the lowest with a 2. The MC is on the same boat in that she’s more of a “psychopathic oresama” or maybe a Yandere Hybrid. But unlike the guys, she’s like a flat out 1 on the yandere scale. Let’s just say… she’s not much of a fighter (What a surprise for an MC). But does this make her a bad MC? Nah, she’s actually pretty good and I really like her. She’s just not that great of a yandere herself.
For the story and otome game itself… eh, it’s alright. Besides the psychopathic/yandere gimmick it has, it’s pretty ordinary in terms of otome game. High school setting, check. Slice of life, check. Literally no plot besides trying to get with the guys (and the emotional baggage they come with), check. The most interaction is just the choices and figuring out where the guy hangs out, check. It’s just a solid 3/5 otome game. I’ll toss in half a point, making it a 3.5/5… I can appreciate the quirkiness of it.
Below the cut, I have a more detailed opinion piece that you can read.
Music
Normally, I don’t really mention something like music when it comes to media. It’s mostly a “meh” topic since music is subjective and isn’t something to mention unless there’s something remarkable about it. And the music in this game is pretty… bad. When you first hear the music playing in the background, it’s your generic otome music that you could easily zone out. But then there’s certain scenes where the story turns “twisted” and the music follows suit. Fucking yikes on the twisted music my dude. Shiloh’s twisted music is fine and there’s this second one that isn’t bad either. But there’s this particular song that’s on the tip of being almost ear r*pe. This twisted song is used way more than I would like. Like, headphone users be weary. How to describe the sound… it’s like that weird pitch a mic would do if you scream in a mic and your scream is so loud that it doesn’t even sound like a scream anymore… just pain. It’s that sound that comes up at random intervals of the song… it’s almost like the sound mixer realize it’s a bad idea to make the song completely ear r*pe. I had my computer at 5 volume and it still hurt my ear like a goddamn dog whistle for a dog. Either mute the sound or don’t use your headphone when playing the game.
Art
Again, like music, I don’t particularly like mentioning this since art is subjective. I’m just talking about it since this is an otome game, so I’m just going “why not toss in my opinion on it.” In general, it’s alright. At first, I didn’t particularly like it. But after playing the game, I started to dig it. It’s very cartoony… reminded me of the sort of art a kid would doodle when they’re bored in math class. And I find it rather cute. But I really like the expressions and the eyes… reminds me of twitch emotes for some reason.
Story
Story? What story?
Well, joking aside, there’s really no story here. Not like I was expecting anything. Practically all otome games are like this. Slice of life and the only “drama” would be the emotional baggage the guy you’re chasing after carries. But there’s two things that bother me about the general story. The first thing is that it’s very obvious that it’s trying to push you to play the original game. If no one knew, XOXO Blood Droplets is actually an AU spin off of their original game XOXO Droplets. In the original game, the gimmick there was that everyone and the MC are a bunch of assholes. Since Blood Droplets isn’t the original game, the story progresses as if you should already know the “overall story”, character background, and character family life. Everyone just drops information like it’s the most obvious thing and clearly we should know this shit; stupid players. Well… it’s not like I’m expecting much. Blood Droplets is an AU spin off after all.
The other thing about the story is the over the top/shock value scenes the story would have sometimes. This isn’t exactly a bad thing in my opinion. But some parts feel kinda forced for the whole “OoooOOoOo they’re crazy! They’re psychopaths!” It’s a comedy game and it is a bit funny. But sometimes it’s just cheesy. I think the one scene that got me to roll my eyes was the very first scene where all the guys were going “Sooooo, who do you want to kill the most~?” Context wise, it’s funny but it was made to be an abrupt cut to break the illusion that “everything is normal~” to the audience. We already know this game is supposed to be fucked up and crazy in a funny way, don’t pretend that we don’t already know that.
Love Interests
From all the otome games I played, the love interest cast here… aren’t my favorite. I prefer different casts than this one. Though no one should be surprised seeing how all these guys original counterparts were assholes. If you know me by now, y’all should realize I hate the asshole/oresama type in otome games. I don’t find them fun to chase after and go through the verbal abuse for. That being said, their asshole nature is reflected here… even if they’re “yanderes” now. It’s just not fun. And now, I shall break down each character and why they’re weak yanderes.
Pran Taylor- One word: Kuudere. Based on his looks, he should be my type. But that cold attitude isn’t something I was keen on. But personal taste aside, he was so cold to the point that he straight up just abandons the MC after Shiloh taunted Pran about his parents and the MC not needing him. Not very yandere of him to just ditch the MC once the going went tough. He’s also not particularly affectionate either. If we recall back to the Yandere Hybrid post, I mentioned Kuudere-Yandere mix. To handle them well, we need to really see how the character’s mind is working. But since we don’t see that, Pran just doesn’t seem lovesick. But I have to say: the scenes that he does act yandere was fun and rather cute. He’s probably the cutest with the yandere actions, second to Shiloh.
Jeremy King- What a weird character. He’s a bit of a tsundere besides being a misanthropic clean freak. Unlike Pran, Jeremy’s asshole side and yandere side are more balanced. But since he’s a bit of a tsundere, he doesn’t seem very affectionate. He’s pretty cold actually. Don’t have much evidence for him being a yandere but him overreacting about someone puking on the MC’s shoes and jumping to the solution in cutting off her feet isn’t very… smart? I can’t blame him too much since his quirk is that he’s a germaphobe.
Bae Pyoun- Now here’s the perfect oresama for you all. Probably my least favorite, imo. While Bae does have his moments in being slightly fond of the MC, he pretty much doesn’t care about her interacting with others or showing his ownership of the MC. Like there’s one scene where a side character tells Bae that he’ll take the MC out on a date. Bae just went “Okay then.” I get he’s confident that the MC won’t leave him, there wasn’t even a tinge of jealousy. Not very yandere like of him. While Bae isn’t social cold, he’s emotionally cold. He’s like the least affectionate of the bunch.
Shiloh Fields- I really like Shiloh, lol. He probably has the best yandere potential out of all of the guys. When the MC asked him to kill someone for her, he did. When people try to get in the way of their relationship, he kills them, threatens them, and manipulate people to doing his dirty work. He also stole the MC’s phone and he’s obviously a stalker. His affections for the MC is also very clear too. Really, the only thing that was bad on his part was that he killed the MC by pushing her to oncoming traffic.
Nate Lawson- Probably the next best yandere potential surprisingly. His affections for the MC is there and he’s shown to get jealousy, easily I might add. He’s a bit possessive of the MC too. And… that’s about it. There are a couple of scenes where Nate is clearly jealous and about to snap but that’s about it. He’s mostly a workaholic and cares more about his work than the MC. Wrong priority there for a yandere…
Everett Gray- Eh… I don’t know what to say about this one. Third most likely to have yandere potential. He’s clearly the “flirt” love interest otome games would have. He’s shown to be possessive of the MC and has affections for her. But he has the same problem as Nate in that he has a priority issue. Though his priority list was probably a joke in the game, there was some truth to it. Andddd, that’s about it. Everett wasn’t really remarkable.
MC
As everyone knows, here at ThatYandereCritic have our issues with MCs. Nine times out of ten, the MC usually sucks. But surprisingly, the MC here wasn’t that bad. She’s like a breath of fresh air for MCs. She is an asshole but she’s one of those charming asshole that are actually passible in media. The only issue is her “yandere” side. It ain’t that strong fam. Someone fucking with her man? Eh… let’s just simmer down here fellas. Someone threatening her and telling her to give up on her love interest? Lol you funny… anyways, have a nice day! :-/ I guess it’s just nice that she’s ride or die. Though, she does give up on Nate in one of the paths.
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Jack says "ignored YOUR rule". Does that mean it's something Bakugou obligates himself not to have or something non of them can have? I'm actually curious 🤔
It’s actually a rule Bakugou put down for himself for a number of reasons, half related to his own safety and the safety of the person he’s dating, the other half to the fact that Bakugou hates lying, but (again for safety reasons) he can’t just go around telling everyone what he’s doing - he doesn’t want a relationship in which he’d just contantly lie to his partner and ditch them for vigilante work without being able to explain them what’s going on, so he put down the rule as soon as he decided he wanted to do this. Well, he hadn’t been interested in relationships anyway before Kirishima, so it was an easy decision to take at the time - now though...
Ahhhh if only he figured out Kiri and Red are the same person smh that’d make everything so much easier on him
Anon said:When you draw Jiro and Bakugo having platonic hugs and cuddles my bi heart becomes incredibly soft THANK YOUUUUUUU
I’M HAPPY TO HEAR THAT cause honestly that’s as self-indulgent as I go hahaha
Anon said:The vigilante au is so far sad but I could totally see it going in a miraculous ladybug kinda direction. What if they tried putting distance between themselves and suddenly found that they're falling again, for the vigilante forms this time because "oh sh*t he's cute in every way Kirishima is" and "He's just my type too, Bakugou-- *sigh* I could use some moving on from him." Or only Kirishima moves to vigilante!Baku but he remains stuck on kiri..//Or what if like, vigilante! Kiribaku are about to get caught by a hero and Kirishima opens up about his last regret of not getting to see his crush one last time after they set distance between themselves, while Bakugou listens and...
That’s!!!! a lot of ideas you got there hahaha I’m glad you’re having fun with the concept!!!!!!
Anon said:That vigilante au is amazing. You really express emotions well in comics.
AAAAAHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH that!!!! honestly means the world to me *sob*
Anon said:I just want to say you're really cool and I like you art uh- K bye
Thank!!!!!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Oh damn. I think i fall in love for your Vigilantes AU. Please don't stop. I really love it❤️
I mean, as long as you guys are okay with it being a bit all over the place and also being just pencil doodles, then I got no problems doing that right now haha thank you for liking it!!
Anon said:I love your vigilantes AU so much 😍😍😍😍
THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:LET THEM BE HAPPY !!!!
THAT’S THE PLAN!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:May I ask how you draw bakugous hair so well?? I just can’t seem to get the right amount of poof (or should I say BOOM💥 )
oHO I’m glad you like it cause actually the answer is I spent two years drawing it nearly daily and I finally sorta reached a place when I guess I’m okay with how I draw it lol some time ago I drew a step by step for it? but by now my process is mostly “do whatever and hope for the best”, which incidently is also my process in drawing Kirishima’s hair lmao
Anon said:Im a bit confused with the vigilante kiri, does he have black hair in his civilian form and red in his hero form?
YEH it’s one of the reasons why Bakugou still hasn’t figured out Red is Kiri haha thought if you’re asking for the logistics of that, I can’t say I spent too long thinking about it? We can always call it temporary hair dye spry or something like that, but to be fair it’s not like it matters all that much lmao I just needed Baku to be unable to tell it was him easily haha
Anon said:I love ur gem Au! :D are you gonna make more? Its okay if not :)
As I’ve said literally every single time I’ve answered asks since I posted it, MAYBE yes! The thing about that AU is that I love it and I have fun with it, but posting it ended up being the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, so honestly I don’t know when I’m gonna draw it if I’ll draw it, but the possibility is there
Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to say I have love reading your comics and your art is amazing-- but I especially love your vigilantes AU! Thank you so much for sharing it with us!!!
HECK thank you!!!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it ;O;
Anon said:Why must you hurt us? I started crying at that vigilante au comic..
*passes u a blanket* I’ll try not to make it as sad in the future!
Anon said:Hi! I've purchased the take my hand book about a month ago, just wondering how long it takes for it to be delivered??? BTW I live in NZ so I understand if it takes a while~
Heck sorry anon but I’m so not good with dates, you should check the @takemyhandzine blog for that sorta stuff! Thank you so much for buying it tho!!!! ;O;
Anon said:Is Nico a cinnamon roll or a sinnamon roll?
That......... depends a lot on who you ask :0
Anon said:I love bnha more and more with every new character out. All that's left is to ask, which minor character is currently your favorite? (***That isn't from UA because that is a much bigger dilemma)
oUCH it would have been easier picking from UA actually since I’m pretty sure Amajiki is it hahaha well, if I can’t pick from UA...................... you know what, probably Shishikura
Anon said:Bakujiro friendship is something I didn’t know I NEEDED. U do good work bro
I’M SO GLAD YOU CAN GET BEHIND THAT!!!!!
Anon said:Your art gives me life!!! Every time you post is just so unique in every way :00000 ❤️ anyway i just wanted to let you know that you’re inspiring in every way and that I absolutely adore your kiribaku art to the moon and back!!!
SOB thank you so much???? You’re so sweet!!!! ;O;
Anon said:FRAN!!! YOUR LATEST KIRIBAKU ART KILLED ME (in a good way) HONESTLY YOU IMPROVED SO MUCH SINCE I FIRST STARTED FOLLOWING YOU, IT MOTIVATES ME TO KEEP DRAWING!! THANK YOU
HELL ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH I’M SO GLAD MY FUMBLING AROUND IN THE ART WORLD IS INSPIRING FOR YOU ???? LET’S BOTH KEEP DOING OUR BEST!!!!!
Anon said:fran you could convince me to ship anything with one (1) drawing
Since I got this ask I’ve been trying to find the most outrageous ship just to draw it and test this theory.......... I still haven’t found something outrageous enough but.... soon
Anon said:Hi your art is amazing also beautiful As you probably might know there is a traitor in the show, if you didn't know well then im sorry for spoiling. May I request a traitor kirishima
nnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry anon but the traitor theory arts are stuff I just can’t get behind, mostly so if it’s my fav characters - I don’t find it credible and I don’t find any joy in dwelling in the idea, so I got zero motivation to draw for it orz
Anon said:I can't believe you made me read the phrase "startle and explosion out of baku". (Yay for the vigilantes AU!)
LMAO he’s actually trying to do just that tho, maybe I’ll draw it hahaha
Anon said:Please! I need more BakuKiriKami fan art! I’m gunna die without it!
Anon I’m gonna be very real with you here my first reaction to reading this ask was thinking “then perish”
Anon said:Hello! I don't know if you've gotten this question before but have you ever considered drawing the villains?
I’ve drawn Dabi and Twice in the past! I’m not really much intereste in any other villain atm tho so I doubt I’m gonna be drawing them any time soon ^^’’
Anon said:You are by far my favorite artist. Your Kiribaku gives life to my bleak exsistence. Thank you. I bought some of your things of redbubble to make me happy!
AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Hello! I'm a big fan of your work and your kiribaku fluff especially, and I've been working on a (not so innocent) fic about Bakugou having burnt marshmallow smelling and tasting sweat, (funny how nitroglycerin is a natural lubricant, tastes and smells like burnt sugar, and is explosive) just wanted to know if you ever thought about it? also wanted to know if you'd like to read my finished fic, should be done real soon and it would mean a lot to know what you think about it!
Anon I’m so sorry but I really can’t say yes to this - especially because you said it means a lot to you, you’re putting me in a spot here where in case I didn’t like it I wouldn’t be able to tell you so anyway (and I generally don’t like talking about fancontent I don’t give a 10/10 to anyway, it’s too rude for me) and I’m sure it’s gonna be a great fic! But by the way you talked about it it’s gonna be a nsfw fic and I really rarely like those fics, so !!! orz I’m sorry, but this is a really uncomfortable request for me ;;;
Anon said:Can I use your art real quick if I hard out credit u? It's alright if I can't
Nope, sorry
Anon said:Could you draw another doodle of Setsuna?. I love how you draw her jfvdkd ;;v;; (Sorry if my English is trash.)
Not right now, but in the future yeah sure, I love her!
Anon said:Your Kirishima is so beautiful i fucking cry omg ;-; thank you for brightening my morning.
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; thank you for liking how I draw him !!!!
Anon said:💛💛💛💛 Thank you for sharing your art, it always makes my day
Thank YOU for liking it!!!!!
Anon said:In your SU AU what if a gem offers to replace Kiri with a 'newer, better pearl'? How would Bakugo react?
Actually, Kiri was given to Bakugou specifically because he’s sorta defective, it was punishment for both of them that sorta backfired lmao
Anon said:hi there! I'm new to your blog and I love your art style immensely! I saw somewhere with your latest seroroki post that you're still finding your main todoship; I hope I dont sound rude or pushy, but can I ask your opinions about todo*aku and/or tod*kir*baku? If not, thank you for your time! Keep up the great work!!
Still not completely sold on romantic tdbk tbh (platonic tho, that’s my jam) but I’ve been real into the ot3 lately!!! It just can’t be my main todo ship bc I still prefer krbk too much over it haha
Anon said:I loveeee your art, especially your kiribaku stuff! But consider! Size difference! What if Kirishima grows a lot but our lil' Baku doesn't? Does he get jealous or does he really like it? There'd be some epic hugs/kisses! What if he secretly loves getting picked up by Kirishima? XD
Oh that’s an hc I see around a lot! Personally I stil prefer them sorta the same size tho ???? with the only difference being Baku being lithe and Kiri being a tank, I think it has to do with the whole “complementary equals” theme they have going on, I like for it to be visually represented too ??? maybe, I had never really thought about the hows or whys of this preference tbh lmao
Anon said:Hey so I'm not up to date with BNHA but in your asks there was a thing about dragon boy having a zombie costume? I had another look at what I think is the right doodle and to me it looks like a Chinese vampire costume! (unless that's not the one you guys were talking about oops)
Nope that’s him, and you’re right!!! Either way my boy still hasn’t done anything worth of note, so I still don’t know why he’s dressed like that orz Hori plssss
#fran answers#i have a couple asks in my inbox i have willingly left there to be answered when i have more time#so if your ask isnt in here chances are that's why#PLS bear with me!#one of them specifically is asking for a reference sheet#gimme time i'll get to it i swear!!!!#anonymous
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Odds and Ends and Family - Secret Santa Entry 2018
This here’s my entry for the @onepiecesecretsanta2018 event, dedicated to Con @condraws! Happy Holidays to all who read this, especially Con!
If there is one thing that’s become difficult to adjust to, it’s the fact that true silence can never be found on the Sunny. Jinbe knows this very well, and it’s all the more obvious as he’s watching Brook fret over the strings on his guitar. While the instrument itself isn’t being used outright, the skeleton is humming while he’s adjusting the strings.
It’s strange to watch the one who’s supposed to be on night watch as well be completely absorbed in something else entirely, but if it was truly a problem, then the musician would have stopped long ago.
Since he’s so freely fidgeting with his instrument, this likely means that he manages to keep watch through other means than just keeping an eye out. Though, Jinbe muses if it would be eye socket instead, since the skeleton doesn’t have any eyes to speak of.
Eventually, Brook stops humming. He places the guitar against the wall of the crow’s nest before turning around to look at the fishman, tilting his head in lieu of making any sort of facial expression.
“Could I ask you a question about your previous career?” Brook asks, briefly reaching up to adjust his hat. The gaudy crown reflects the moonlight, but only slightly.
“I don’t see why not.” Jinbe replies, blinking. He’s a little curious, since this is the first time the musician has brought up the topic. What are his reasons?
“Very well, thank you for indulging my curiousity. I heard from Sanji that you were once a part of Fishman Island’s royal guard, and I can’t help but want to know more, as a fellow former military man.” Brook says, chuckling a little as he returns to his seat. Crossing one thin leg over the other, he then waits for an answer.
“It’s not too interesting of a story, really.” Jinbe replies, sighing. He eyes the musician for a moment, and notes that he is still waiting for an answer. There’s no escaping this one, it seems.
“I joined the military in the hopes of making some difference, and actually put my strength to use for the sake of the people, rather than myself.” Jinbe says, looking out the window for a moment or so before continuing.
“I formally resigned after Fisher Tiger’s raid on Marie Geoise, to join him as a pirate. So, I suppose I acted a little selfishly back then.”
“Perhaps, but it led to many good things, did it not?” Brook asks, tapping out a faint rhythm on his leg as he speaks. “You’ve done many things that most couldn’t even dream of, and that was before you came to be one of us.”
“In any case, I’d like to know about your own time in the military, if you wouldn’t mind sharing.” Jinbe says, more or less stopping the discussion of his deeds in particular right then and there.
Brook tilts his head, and then laughs.
“I’m afraid that I can’t recall much of it, but I’ll try my best!”
What Brook does end up sharing is mostly stories of playful ribbing and pranks shared between young recruits, and not so much about his career. However, he does share his reason for becoming a pirate, much like Jinbe.
“There was a man I loved, you see.” Brook says, pulling out his violin.
“Is that so?” Jinbe asks, blinking. He hadn’t taken the skeleton as someone who’d found love before, with how fond he was of asking intrusive questions.
“Yes, though it’s probably hard to believe!” he answers, chuckling heartily as he tests the strings. “Even so, I did love him with all of my heart, and I still do. I just don’t know whether to hope that I meet him again in this world, or on the other side.”
“Does that distinction really matter?” Jinbe asks, reaching into his sleeve to pull out a thin pipe. Lighting it, he puts it to his lips and takes a drag, waiting for Brook to finish thinking.
“... I suppose, it really doesn’t. We’ll all go there one day, after all… But, I guess I’m a little impatient. It has been fifty years, after all.” Brook muses, and then turns his focus to the pipe. “Didn’t Chopper ban you from smoking?”
Jinbe at least has enough sense to look a little guilty as he exhales a small plume of smoke, and then puts out the pipe. “He did. So, I’d appreciate if you kept this a secret from him.”
“If you entrust that pipe to me, then my lips are sealed. Though, I don’t have any!” Brook happily exclaims, and swiftly takes the smoking pipe from the fishman’s hand to tuck it away into his skull.
“... Well you snatched that choice right out of my hands.” Jinbe says, and grins as he shakes his head. “My lungs will thank you, in time.”
“As they should. It’s not good to smoke!” Brook replies, and starts to play one of the songs he picked up on during their time on Fishman Island.
It’s a calming song, reminiscent of waves lulling against the shorelines. It tells the story of children going to gather sea shells, to hunt the elusive green room, and to laugh together.
Their watch finishes without trouble, and when the time to change shifts comes, Brook heads down first.
Jinbe looks out at the slowly rising sun, and sighs.
It feels like coming home again, even though it’s only the start of a new day.
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It’s not often Usopp finds himself in the Sunny’s library, but sometimes, he finds the time to slip in and read something. Other times, he only seeks the quiet to be able to sketch in peace. This is more so the former than the latter, as he leafs through a yellow-paged novel to find where he left a bookmark the last time he read it.
But alas, he finds no trace of it, and frowns as he puts it back on the shelf.
“Looking for something?” A voice suddenly asks, and he can’t help but jump before he spins around and comes face to face with Robin.
“Don’t scare me like that, Robin… But yeah, I can’t find a bookmark.” Usopp says, and sighs.
“I see… That’s a problem.” she muses, and takes out the very same book he was leafing through moments ago to flip through it. “Are you sure you didn’t just dog-ear one of the pages?”
“After that look you gave me the last time I did that? I wouldn’t dare.” Usopp replies, taking a peek at the pages as he watches her quickly turn them.
“Old habits die hard, as they say.” Robin says, and stops at a page that has indeed been folded in one corner. “Is this the part you’d reached?”
He blinks, and skims through the first two paragraphs before begrudgingly taking it from her. “... Yeah, that’s the one. Sorry.”
“It’s a well-loved story, so don’t apologize.” Robin replies, and picks out another book from the shelf. “I’ve read it a few times myself, so I’m a little attached.”
“Really? Then, what’s your favorite part? I’ve already read it once before, so I’m not afraid of spoilers or anything.” Usopp asks, quickly slipping in a bookmark before righting the folded page and closing the book to plop down on the couch as Robin takes a seat.
“Hm, that is a good question.. I suppose the part where the protagonist has to face that manifestation of his inner demons. The imagery used in that particular chapter was delightfully morbid, but still fitting to his character and worldview.” Robin says, and looks over to him. “And yours is?”
“Obviously, the part where he manages to reconcile his personal issues and step up to help the group move forward. I really liked seeing how far he’s come, you know? Makes me hope that I’ll be able to do the same, instead of falling behind.” Usopp says, and sighs as he leans back against the couch.
“If you’ll let me be honest for a moment, Usopp, I think you’ve already gone far beyond what you once were. You’ve done many things for us, and for yourself.” Robin replies, and smiles softly as she watches him. “So, try not to get too hung up on your weaknesses. You have strengths as well, some that the rest of us lack.”
“... You sure about that?” Usopp asks, before he can stop himself.
“Yes, I’m sure. You are needed, that’s why you’re here. That’s why we’re all here, with him.” Robin answers, closing her eyes briefly before looking at him again.
“... You’re right about that. Without us, God knows he’d never get anywhere.” Usopp replies, snorting a little before getting up. “Thanks, Robin.”
“You’re welcome. Do come back if you want to talk some more about that book.” Robin says, and opens her new catch to start reading.
“I will, after I’ve done some trimming.” Usopp replies, and starts to leave the library. Though, he pauses in the doorway, and turns around.
“Beware the doodle on page 44, that’s Luffy’s doing.” he says, and then closes the door.
Robin blinks, and flips to the described page to find a small doodle in the margin. It’s of a strange clock with a face, but the style is unmistakably Luffy’s.
“... I’ll see if I can find the answer to this mystery in the preceding pages, then.”
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“Franky, what the fuck is that?” Zoro asks, staring at the odd contraption that Franky is currently holding in one of his gigantic metal hands.
“A Super automatic blade sharpener, of course!” Franky replies, beaming with pride as he puts it down in front of Zoro. “Both Sanji-bro and Brook-bro didn’t want to let me test it, so I’m getting kinda desperate.”
Zoro looks between Franky, the machine, and his swords once before shaking his head.
“Put that thing anywhere near my swords and I’ll cut you.” Zoro then says, completely ignoring the look of disappointment and mild heartbreak that crosses the cyborg’s face.
But, to his credit, Franky doesn’t push, and instead sighs before sitting down on the deck.
“Can I at least ask why?”
“It’s a matter of principle, for me. My swords aren’t just tools, but extensions of myself and my will. So, I have to take care of them myself, and make sure that they won’t break or chip before I reach my goal.” Zoro answers, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. “I’m sure that your gadget works just fine, but I don’t want to risk anything.”
Franky is silent for a few moments or so, and then nods.
“Okay, I get it now. I guess it’s the same for Brook-bro and Sanji-bro, then?” he asks, blinking.
“You’ve seen how the cook is with his knives, he’s got some specific way of sharpening them without the help of a machine. Though, I don’t really know about Brook… His sword is really old, so it might not stand up to the machine very well.” Zoro says, sighing. “It’s already sharp enough for his moves, too.”
“I see… Guess I’ll have to repurpose it into something new then.” Franky muses, already running wild with various ideas now that he’s gone through the potential list of users.
“Can’t you use it for the Franky Shogun’s sword?” Zoro asks, closing his eyes as he leans back against the railing.
“It’s too small for that, but I could rebuild it so it’ll actually work! Thanks for that Super Idea, Zoro-bro!” Franky replies, and grins before getting up to his feet.
“No problem.” Zoro replies, and watches him go.
It’s not so bad to talk to the shipwright like this, though it could do without the weird gadgetry. There’s obviously some interest in putting his skills to use in ways besides repairing and upgrading the Sunny, even if that energy sometimes is put into the wrong place.
It’s admirable, at the very least.
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“Nami, can I see your hand?” Chopper asks, standing next to the sun chair that Nami usually occupied during the more warm strings of weather during their travels.
“Sure, but why do you ask?” Nami asks in response, pulling up her sunglasses before sitting up straight and offering her right hand to him.
“You do a lot of writing and drawing for your maps, right? I just want to check that you aren’t straining your hand and wrist needlessly.” Chopper answers, carefully inspecting the navigator’s hand. “Are you left or right-handed?”
“Ambidextrous, actually.” she replies, and holds out her left hand once the doctor finishes looking at her right.
“I see… Do you use them equally, or do you favor one for certain tasks?” As he speaks, he inspects the other hand as well, and maneuvers her arm and hand to see if anything seems off.
“I try to use them equally, but I mostly end up relying on the right for a lot of the finer details.” Nami answers, and waits until he’s done before pulling her hands back. “How do they look?”
“Mostly fine, but try to let them rest every now and then. Your work is important, but it shouldn’t go before your health if you can avoid it.” Chopper says, and sighs a little.
“Okay, Chopper.” Nami replies, and smiles softly as she looks at him. “Though, I think you should do the same sometimes. Both Robin and I have found you sleeping in your books, you know?”
Chopper blinks, and quickly tugs his hat down to hide his face.
“S-Sorry! I just get caught up in research, and.. Forget to do other things.” he says, quite thoroughly embarrassed at having been found like that.
“It’s okay, I just want to make sure. You’re our only doctor, after all.” Nami replies, and pats him on the head. “So, if you promise to not get so caught up in your books, I’ll promise to rest my hands more often. Got it?”
Chopper slowly lets his hat rise back up, and then nods.
“It’s a promise!”
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There are few constants in Sanji’s life, but he knows those constants very well. The smell and taste of cigarettes, the feeling of a knife in his hands, and the ever-returning sound of Luffy asking him to make something long before anything resembling breakfast, lunch, or dinner is close.
Usually, he kicks the captain out of the kitchen without batting an eye (or dropping his cigarette), but this time, after seeing the look Luffy is giving him from across the counter, he doesn’t.
Instead, he passes over a plate of failed experiments. They could’ve become decent compost for the flowerbeds, but as it stands now, it’s better that Luffy eats.
Call it an unfounded fear, but he really, truly doesn’t want to see Luffy emaciated again. Not in the way he was when he found him during the worst day of his life.
Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette to stave off those thoughts, and shakes his head a little before he feels a pair of rubber arms wrap all around him, and the weight of Luffy being thrown into his back.
“I’m gonna need you to go back to sitting on the other side of the counter, before I throw you out.” Sanji says, but nonetheless returns to his chopping. His arms are still free enough to do that, which is a surprise.
“Nah, I’m comfy like this. And I get to watch what you do up close, so it’s all good!” Luffy replies, and Sanji can practically hear his grin.
The cook rolls his eyes, and then swiftly whacks one wandering rubber hand away from the waiting pieces of bacon.
“Did you think I wasn’t going to notice that?” he asks, putting out the cigarette in an ashtray as he speaks.
“I’m hungry!” is Luffy’s only answer to that, and there his hand goes a-wandering again towards the bowl of bacon, leaving Sanji with half a mind to tie the rubber man’s fingers together in knots.
“You literally ate five seconds ago!” Sanji retorts, but nonetheless passes him a piece of carrot over his shoulder.
“Yeah, but that wasn’t enough!” Luffy replies, still clinging to the cook like a stubborn rubbery koala.
Sanji’s only response to that is a sigh, and he shakes his head again before finishing up the remaining preparations. It’s not easy to maneuver around the kitchen with Luffy hanging off of him, but he manages.
And, after a while, Luffy is surprisingly quiet as he watches Sanji cook.
Then, he speaks up.
“You know, Sanji.. I’m really happy that you’re back.” With those words, Luffy rests his head on Sanji’s shoulder, perfectly content.
“You’ve said that.” Sanji replies, biting his tongue for a moment as he stares down at the frying pan.
“Yeah, but it’s still true. You’re my cook, and your food is the best food I’ve ever, ever tasted. So, I’m happy that you’re here.” Luffy says, and grins against his shoulder.
Then, he untangles his arms from around Sanji and heads out of the kitchen, as if those words hadn’t just left the cook speechless.
“... What the hell am I supposed to say to that?” Sanji asks the silence left behind, but he still smiles as he returns to his life’s work.
He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here, on this ship, and with the people that he loves.
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The Strawhat Pirates are known for being ferocious and protective of their members, with the captain himself being the very first to throw himself into battle for their sakes.
But, this is born from love, a love that clearly ties them all together, even during the days where the waters are calm.
They’ll all find opportunities to simply be, and come to new insights regarding habits and all of their little quirks.
And even with all of their differences in dreams, physique, talents, and skills, they’re all still a whole.
One might even say that they’re family.
#onepiecesecretsanta2018#strawhat pirates#op#one piece#hope these little scenes will bring some joy during the holidays
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