#why with the feathers? they look weird and I don't understand the reasoning behind them

[danger-xylophones]

I am going feral over the costumes in this show

There's a lot of good things going on and for every criticism I have, I can find something good happening elsewhere

Rings of Power’s elven clothing & armour - design appreciation

Requested by @klngfili thank you I hope you like these!! ♥

My favorites are easily Elrond’s blue and gold outfit, Arondir’s chestplate and Galadriel’s armour.

rop design team very good job thank you

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 6 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! As a reminder, this is a re-read, so expect plenty of spoilers!

Don't intentionally spoil people or get thwacked in the face.

Huh. So they have been here for about a week. Makes Rin's exasperation even more understandable.

Wow, rude. I feel like if you actually knew her, that's kinda the last thing she would do. She hates eating weird stuff.

Batting 0 for 3 Maizuru. Honestly, I originally thought she was kind of a jerk, but between this and "Ninja Art: Babysitter", I think her observational skills are just really bad.

See? She doesn't have a clue why this is an atrocious idea.

I mean, it was an elf who was around during Delgal's day, and was using exceptionally potent ancient magic. Who the heck else would it be? Plus the orcs confirmed his identity. And of course Laios thinks Thistle is mad about the food.

Asebi is not amused.

Hmm... another depiction of the winged lion with horns. Also, there was no need to bring up the black magic. Marcille used a regular resurrection spell, just using ancient magic to boost the power level. If the dragon hadn't been soul-bound by Thistle, it would have gone without a hitch. People like to joke Marcille did nothing wrong, but in this one case, I think she was totally in the right. There is plenty of time for her to commit war crimes later.

Chilchuck: Gasp! You were drugging him!

Kabru is here for ALL the hot goss. From a distance.

I love how the canon explanation for why Faligon has feathers is that Dragons = Dinosaurs. It's like an atavism or something. Idk, it looks cool. Stop asking questions.

God. Marcille may be my favorite, but I relate so much to Laios. This chapter and the next are painful. (And I'm not talking about the part where everyone dies)

If only Chilchuck won the coin toss, we could've avoided this drama. (At least until Shuro saw Falin)

Now that's a trustworthy face if I ever saw one.

Well well well. If it isn't the consequences of my actions.

I know I just got done explaining that her actions were fine. Just let me be funny.

Eh, it's worth a try. It works in at least one alternate universe.

She's beauty, she's grace. She's gonna eat your face.

What's all the more heartbreaking is you get little moments where Falin shines through. She wants to pet the doggie! But then the dragon reasserts itself.

Even freakier, I think this is actually Falin too. You can see her pupils oscillate throughout this scene between normal, and elongated.

Like, I don't think it did that on purpose, but the dragon is more than happy to exploit the opening it creates.

Holm? Holm, are those golem cores? Have you been holding out on us?

Man, no wonder she freaks out. Imagine you've been a dragon for who knows how long, covered in scales of iron, and suddenly this dude manages to stab you five times like it's nothing. Heck, Laios just stabbed her in the foot with a normal sword. This dragon must be fearing for it's life like crazy.

Obligatory Whoa Hey!

An important image.

No you dummy. This is standard dungeon procedure. There's a reason healers like Holm and Falin wear those silly robes. So that they get priority resurrections.

Hold up a sec. My drama senses are tingling.

I am genuinely curious what this insult was in the original Japenese, if only because I can't see that coming from either of them.

You know, when I first read Dungeon Meshi, I kinda glossed over the secondary cast a lot. Hard not to when you have my attention span, and like two dozen characters. I didn't even notice the Asebi stuff.

I know people dunk on Toshiro a lot, but I really have to question his relationship with his retainers if a simple thank you and sorry elicits this sort of reaction. Honestly, I mostly get the impression that his dad isn't great, and Maizuru is too loyal to do anything about it.

I also have to wonder why he left Asebi behind. Did he just not want to bother? Or is he rethinking his whole relationship with his retainers, and is offhandedly giving her her freedom?

Like brother like sister.

Image limit reached! I'll be back in a bit. Need to get some meshi!

[creation-help]

Miscellaneous character design tips (that everyone could find useful)

- Feathers in hair, behind the ear, on the head, in some headress ect? Just don't. Unless you're indigenous I strongly, strongly advise against it, bc native people have criticized this design trope time and time again. Accessories and clothing like this can be very difficult to get right if you don't know what you're doing.

• Also! W*ndigos. Don't. If you wanna design a character that "looks like" (or is what you imagine when you think of a) W*ndigo, just. Design a character that looks like that and call it some other monster (Disclaimer: I'm mainly talking about things like those skull headed monsters with antlers ykno). These creatures have alot of deep meaning to the cultures they're from, and people are tired of them being appropriated and misrepresented. It will cost you nothing to just make a generic monster rather than butcher something from a marginalized culture. (Also, I've censored the word because in the past I've been told that using it's name is bad luck/harmful, so I'm doing this to be respectful)

(Natives/indigenous people are welcome to add on discussion about this if you feel like there's anything I could've said differently)

- Unless your character design is meant to be flexible, up to artist interpretation, or just messy, place patterns and decorative characteristics on distinct, memorable places. For example if your character has spots, put the most notable ones on places that're easy to remember and replicate, like on particular body parts. I'd also advise to make just a bit less of these patterns. Generally, if you're not aiming for a cluttered looking design, prioritize quality over quantity, when it comes to patterns.

- A character design's intent is just as important as the actual character design. You'll see me mentioning this on the previous point as well. Unless we're talking about offensive caricatures, there's teeechnically no such thing as a "bad" character design. Just rather a failed or unsuccessful one. What I mean by that, is that if your design is meant to look cliche, tacky, messy, or just plain unappealing, and it looks like such, that is a successful design! If you designed a character just to be something fun for you to draw, that's a successful design! I often see this point applied more professionally by other art advisors, to mean more like "You should be able to tell what kind of character it is based on the design", which is also true! But intent and purpose matters in storytelling. Obviously, not all aspects of a design need to be there for some very specific reason (looking at the people who ask "Why was this character made fat/gnc/black/poc?" and so on.) just keep in mind what this character is supposed to be. I think it's better to worry about if the character design does what it's supposed to, rather than if it's ""Good""

(And yeah, there are still things that just objectively don't look very good together, according to human perspective and color theory and whatnot, but again, if you're aiming for that, you go buddy!)

- Sorta coinciding with the previous point: Don't be afraid to use "ugly" traits when designing. I think the reason why is obvious (beauty standards can go suck a dick), but there's more to it than just radical acceptance! By giving more unique, weird, or "ugly" traits to your characters, you make them more memorable and distinct from one another. If there's a billion smooth faced perfect pretty characters who are the exact same kind of flavorless vanilla sexy, it gets boring, and they blend together! And please don't limit these traits to just villains or characters who are supposed to be disliked!! My other advice on this point, is, pllllease don't design villains "ugly" and heroes "pretty", I feel like that should be a given, but alot of people may be doing it without even realizing. And that's understandable, but I heartily recommend taking a second to think about it more deeply. Why is this visual trait "Bad", or "Evil"? I just feel like so many artists are deathly afraid of having their characters look the least bit unappealing or challenging. I could go on about this but I'll stop here to keep it concise. Don't beauty police your oc is all I'm sayin

- Reference! I don't necessarily mean take inspiration from other existing character designs, although that can also be helpful. I mean that look around you, think broadly! If you have a certain theme for your design, try to round up all the little things (items, concepts, colors, animals, traits) that could be associated with it! And try to reflect that in your character design. You can get a little wacky and experimental. You can literally just broaden your inspiration to things like everyday objects, a specific fabric texture, an element, or a fungi that lives in moldy houses. Anything! My main point is to try to think outside the box and consider more unconventional things to reference for your character design, you'll never know what might work and look really interesting. Often, a bland design is worse than a weird one. (Disclaimer: Unless you're aiming for bland ofc, per my prev points, but ykno). You can also just go by "Hmm, I'm making a character who is X, what does that remind me of?" or, what I also recommend "Hmm, so X kinds of characters remind me of these things. Let's ditch that and think what one usually wouldn't associate with X kinds of characters!". Ykno, defy convention, think about things you might not usually do. I know it can be easier said than done but once you get into a habit of trying to think more broadly, it'll come to you easier. Don't be afraid to get odd and unusual

- While I don't condemn designing a character in a way that just, is that way, because you designed it like that, I also recommend thinking about how and why the character is like that in-story. Might seem like an obvious tip, but I'll elaborate. I for example, have a pair of bug demon characters who grew up on the streets and didn't have the normal amount of nourishment for their age, so, due to that their mouth pincers and other buggy parts were left much smaller and more "plain" looking than others of their species. They never developed to their appropriate adult size. Things like this will reflect on a character design! And that's just one example. If your character has a habit of nervous picking, or sensory problems, or live in an area where certain resources for clothing aren't available, all of this will reflect on the design! Of course, you can also work backwards from a design and think "Hmm, what justification will I think of for the character having these traits (especially if they're uncommon for their story setting)?"

I may do a part 2 sometime later, I just had some thoughts I wanted to compile for now! Obviously you can have your own design principles but these are ones I consistently use (also the first one being as specific as it is, is just something I particularly wanted to say).

[midwinterwings]

I dont know my name or anything right now. I'm a new alter formed over the past couple of days and well.

Thats the thing. I got medicated for ADHD and my mind has quietened down and its so calm here. When I'm not stuck in the static of my thoughts, playing in several realms at once, I just feel like Loki. Right now anyway. Shifts do still occur but I find that unsavoury ones from alters who would take over for coping purposes, happen much less frequently. Its become kind of odd, actually. When interacting with the body's family and friends, instead of shifts occurring (I have no idea what happens when theyre in the same place. I feel only one of us is fronting and pretending to be the other one that would front to talk to a friend if family is also present) I kind of just stay me. Whoever I am right now.

Thats the thing. All of us are Loki. We're always Loki no matter who we are. Right now I feel more connected to the 'essence' of Loki, as I feel the flame flickering in my chest, nice and warm. But there's kind of a conflict because I want to put feathers in my hair and fly across cold plains which...I can't do that. Not in this realm at least.

I feel there needs to be a distinction between 'corporeal' - 'real world' - physical world, external world whatever its called, and the...er, other one. Incorporeal? Spiritual? I dunno. Yeah. Two things can be true at once. I've always thought of things as absolute - autism haha - so if one thing is true the other can't be. Because I like computers and gaming and maths and programming and doodling, it seems, well, kind of the opposite to what the fire in my chest makes me feel. When I'm more connected to my self as Loki, I think...pine needles for some reason or pinecones, that appeared somehow, and the opposite of tech, and falcons and swifts. Lots of swifts. Snakes too. Haha banana snake

Maybe shit isn't that deep. Maybe I can be two things at once. Well, three. Even though I'm the only one fronting right now.

Theres...me right now, kind of unknown name, maybe T(). Who wears modern clothing and has tech related interests.

And there's me right now who is the opposite of that. I'm Loki chilling out somewhere. It's either a mind palace of the past or me doing other stuff in other planes. Not sure. Completely different.

Oh and there's me in animal form. That's why I identify as a therian. I'm usually a snake, swift, falcon, or a shrike.

And these are true at the same time. That's the thing I've been struggling with grasping. If one thing is true how can that other thing be true? If im here and like these things and like this, how can I be pretty much the opposite in every single way, at the same time?

Answer: I don't know. But I do know that I operate in 3 planes default. (Not counting if im covering for another alter while they're off doing god knows what and theyre the one who made a friend who thinks I'm that alter so shit is really awkward and I just pretend it's me)

So I guess, 3 planes authentic.

1 plane (covering+masking plane) non authentic but still happening.

Before the meds I was operating on like...20 🗿 also, I couldn't tell which were intrusive thoughts and which were actual stuff that was relevant. So. 3 is perfectly OK.

So...tldr : stuff is weird. Very weird. It keeps getting weirder.

The more I realize what's going on the more I hate covering for other alters because now I know its not me my friend thought they talked to. In the past before I knew I was plural I got an odd bodily sensation like I was watching my body talk, like they were talking through me to somehow behind me and I'm just relaying info from the person behind me to them. Actually I think that's pretty accurate. I didn't understand why. I've only understood why more and more recently and...I guess, I'm angry that it is this way. Really angry. And because the body I live in is tainted with trauma, especially since I look like SK (first alter) it keeps triggering shifts to SK which is really annoying. Also I get confused and think I'm SK which I'm not. Also SK isn't really active, he kind of grew up a bit to Cleo, so...I feel Cleo ends up fronting every time I just...see a picture of my body's face. I can't express things well, even anger, in the external/physical/corporeal/'real' world because everything is twinged with trauma and one specific alter, some versions of Cleo, have been carrying us through for years and years and none of us know how to really exist outside of the internal worlds. I feel we will be able to with time, but its one of those problems that are relevant every second, every movement, just you can't ignore it and if its a problem it will continue to be a problem every moment. If you can't ignore it you deal with it. Oh and I'm trying to learn acceptance rather than problem solving. "Yeah this occurs. Yes it sucks. Yes its a problem. And that's OK. I dont have to try to solve every problem immediently, especially since its not possible, sometimes the solution is completely unknown to you right now, a new experience or perspective is needed. I'm going to live with it instead of feeling things that aren't desirable are villains to be killed. Theyre part of me. They make up bits of me. I can't choose the good bits and try to kill the bad bits. It's just not even true."

So, yeah. Gonna have to live with the fact that existing as of now is very confusing, uncomfortable, and weird. People are talking to other people and I have to pretend I'm other people and its frustrating and invalidating. My body is riddled with trauma and associations with the body's parent that are no longer relevant. Seeing it makes an alter who technically dosent exist anymore front - or try to. Or his thoughts bleed into mine. I dont know my name or my story. I exist 3 times at once. Annnd that's OK. It is what it is.

Written by T - 'Midwinter'

[orion-my-rion]

ok it's time to share a mere fraction of my insane thoughts about beastieball and the preview.

for starters, kichik was my favorite from the beginning but now having seen the first metamorphosis for all three starters i am even more partial to them. ostrisigh is by far my favorite of the three (by a Much larger margin than kichik was my favorite of the initial starters), although i don't rock with the name as much as i enjoy the names hopsong and handicoot. frankly i'm not immune to "cool" designs, and i also like when parts of a design are explained by the description (the fact that their leg feathers and talons overgrow bc of a refusal to use their super strong legs for anything, and they look grumpy bc of constant headaches from relying on their heads instead, is an Awesome concept). i also like the play style over the other two as i'm big on having dedicated hard-hitters and saving support roles for my other beasties.

speaking of other beasties I MISS SKIBBLE!!!! does anyone else miss skibble? it's going to kill me WHY aren't they available in the playtest?? i understand they probably moved their spawn area to the caves or something but that's literally my friend. they're soooo cute i could cry. put them back.

i've also fallen in love with a few of the newly revealed/available beasties :) the collarva line is absolutely WICKED and i love the raremorph for them. really really cool design and play style, although the defense drop at full maturity is a bit of a bummer (but understandable for balance reasons. and also that's a bug).

we saw diggum in the demo but being able to play with them has changed my entire life. i can't imagine Not using diggum in the full release. i love them. my raremorph is named tiramisu <3 my friend had a hell of a time knocking them down in pvp LOL my fluffy brown self-healing tank.

humflit is SOOOO CUTE and also surprisingly very versatile?? the defender/avenger abilities are super cool and useful (having a wiped beastie in your team raises their defense/power, respectively, by 1.5x) and the moves they learn are super good for how i play And the design and colors and alt colors are so so so cute. i cannot wait for the full set of sprites to be finished.

i also love servitt!!!! much like with kichik i looove a dedicated damage beastie and even tho its weakness to mind damage is a little scary this is fairly easily played around with strategic movement, tactical tag-ins and tag-outs, and other beasties' abilities to redirect attacks or raise defenses :) not to mention the power of healing. and also they're a little kitty cat btw if you even care.

besides the beasties and the strategies i enjoy in the actual beastieball portion of the game, i also LOVE the newly introduced characters. kaz is my favorite and basically my actual best friend (and also Extremely reminiscent of my real friend jasper? which also happens to be the name of kaz's home town?? hello? greg???). i would do anything for him. i wish the volley minigame could be replayed forever i wish you could hit him up on speed dial and meet up to play at any time. i also wish you could do exhibition rematches bc i miss his team and music. he's so awesome.

speaking of music THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD. all the new tracks are SICK i love each and every one of them. the sports king theme is especially good. kaz's themes are both excellent. riven's themes are cool. reese's theme is charming and fitting. the new town themes are cute. lena raine is just so so so incredible.

one last thing: starting the marlin fight while replaying the tutorial for stream and seeing that unidentified CREATURE looming behind his original team was the biggest jumpscare. ma there's a weird fuckin cat on the court. looks like some sort of gigantic BEAST. i really like yamyth's design and concept art but they did Not need to scare me like that lol

okay i think that's all :) play beastieball. talk to me about beastieball. i'm very regular about this game please. thank you goodnight <3

[reasonsilovemywife]

How can you justify supporting gay and trans people their grooming kids as young as 5 to be indoctrinated

Are you fucking serious right now? I shouldn't even address this comment, I should just delete it but I'm all pissed off now and maybe what I'm about to say will help someone understand how fucking stupid this is - how the Far Right is hiding behind Transphobia to push Fascism. Yeah, I said it. If this isn't what you want to hear, scroll on by This comment is just one big lie and it must be written down somewhere as like a specific talking point because a bunch of them include that exact phrase, "As young as 5..." But more to the point, this claim is patently absurd, baseless, and extremely bigoted. You can spend two seconds on google and have a pile of verified sources that show why this is just a hateful lie with the sole intention of trying to demonize and discriminate against transgender people. But why does it keep popping up? And why did a bunch of people read what I just said and immediately discount it? This is kind of where a weird empathy pops up and I don't mean the kind of empathy that means compassionate of sympathetic or in anyway positive. What I mean is understanding that all of those sources we can find are, to them, lies. What you and I generally trust as a valid source to them is an institution that runs on deception. Whatever statistic you or I could produce is thwarted by a statistic they can produce - and remember - to them - their sources are more valid than ours. They see us as either enemies or victims of grifters who have indoctrinated us and if you go back through what I've said this far those folks could (and will) take those exact words and say they apply to me. They have basically taken the childhood argument of "I know you are but what am I" and perfected it. So what is actually happening here? Let me quote Henry Wallace in an essay he wrote called, "The Dangers of American Fascism." "The American fascist is most easily recognized by their version of truth and fact. Their newspapers and propaganda carefully cultivate every fissure of disunity, ever crack in the common front against fascism." This distortion of reality is calculated. It's meant to take our ability to reason and trust our instincts and intelligence and break it apart. It's partly why when you see some talking head or dick head posting on tumblr like me showing how these arguments are contradictory and hypocritical it doesn't sway anyone. This type of rhetoric thrives in cognitive dissonance. If you look at how trans folks are being treated and the stones being cast you can clearly see the historical legacies of prejudice and bigotry. The "through lines" of sexual deviance and moral panic being employed is propaganda to oppress minority groups is threaded throughout American and world history. BUT .. that knowledge does nothing because the figureheads of these Anti-Trans or Anti-Gay or Black or Jewish or [Insert historically disenfranchised group here] know that they fall apart under scrutiny so they deconstruct scrutiny and truth to the point where nothing is true. And so when you see this deliberate distortion of reality just know that this is the fascist playbook. This is why this isn't some distraction from the real war against the rich oligarchs. THIS is how they surround us with fascist rhetoric without ruffling too many feathers. It's easy to just brush this off as a meaningless culture war if it doesn't directly affect you. Fascist rhetoric is powerful and overwhelming, but know - if you're pushing back against this demagoguery : that you're not crazy and you're not alone. I don't know if we have the capacity or ability to end this current push, but we really can't afford to stop trying.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MDD MINI CORNER: AU Crossover PT 1

You were enjoying some grapes behind everyone back in the kitchen, when you suddenly heard someone running in a frantic mess. You wonder who would run like crazy early in the morning when the door open and you been spotted eating huge grapes.

"m-mayoi...?! I swear I will buy you new one later!" You quickly says as the owner of the grapes have found you mooching on them.

"ah~ my darling spouse~ I don't know what to do when I found myself in a strange house..." He suddenly went to hug you and you drop the the grapes in surprised. "H-huh...?" You wonder what's up with the new nickname.

"what do you mean strange house... This were you live." You mumble not understanding why he suddenly have amnesia or something.

"o-oh..!" His eyes widen as he realize something. He slowly back away from the hug and look at you closely. "It seems that I accidentally...." He sigh as he thought of something.

You look at him, noticing the get up he have right now. You look at the top of his head, saw a sheep like horn, down to the black set of feather wings behind him, and the very noticable very fitting body suit with sense of sex appeal.

"your cosplaying?" You pick up the grape that is fallen in the floor and wash it to the sink and mooch in it while you look closely at the outfit from each corner. Observing the finest detailed lining in the silk or satin like suit.

"That's an expensive fabric. Where did you buy it? I never seen such beautiful fabric before. It look so thin yet it seems to be a non ripe proof or something." As someone who is live for sewing for a living in a sideline, you of course give notice to the fabric than Care his almost wearing non existing cloths.

"d-do you want some...?" He was taken back but would happily give you set of fabric he made his cloths from since he have some in his little space.

"really!? Woah! Thank you Mayoi~" you happily hugs him in glee. He was taken back but slowly hugs your back.

He then proceed to give you set of rolls of fabric, it's already covering haft of the kitchen counter of how rolls of beautiful fabric he gives you. Your eyes sparkle and you can't help but felt your hand is itching to make many beautiful clothe! You suddenly open the drawer in the counter and found your handy sewing machine and start making cloths for their doll form. You giggle and Happily made one in matter of 30 minutes.

Mayoi watch you with a soft smile as you finally finish one. He look at the size of the outfit and can't help but awe at the beautiful mini version of his cloths. He is amaze you manage to copy it to the little details in such sort time.

"why is the size small through..." He mumble through he blush as if he thought of something of a reason. "D-do we also..."

"it's for everyone in their darling doll form of course!" You quickly answer him which made him pause. "Darling doll...?" He ask confuse, he can't help felt slightly dejected.

"... " You look at him oddly as if thinking why he also forget about such thing. " You." Your eyes become serious.

"y-yes...?" He can't help but gulp but blush form in his face looking at your face.

"it seems that we have a visitor today." You give him a soft smile. You seems to realize his not your darling phantom. "Honestly the world with full mystery. To begin with dolls that are able to be a human, a stranger who seems to be Elsa, a guy with flaming blue hair and time traveling Bullshit. I shouldn't be surprised if there's another weird event waiting to happened again." You giggle as you remember the odd and out of fantasy book you been through a lot of times.

"o-oh... Your pretty smart here as well..." He chuckle as he finally sigh in relief. "Don't worry... Y-your Mayoi would return after a while. Idk how long this would last... But hopefully you won't loath such insignificant presence of a demon such as I in your house." He clap his hand as he give you a smile.

"hmm. Your still Mayoi either way. I won't be rude to you." You chuckle. But then you suddenly sense of dread, anger and hopelessness. Clearly it's not your own feelings your feeling.

"ah, Mayoi is awake." You mumble as you laugh. You even feel more hopelessness and dejected afterwards. You try to reach out for the purple fabric but it's too far from your reach.

"ehh... Do you mean your Mayoi? H-how did you..." Demon Mayoi look confuse at your words as he gives you a hand in the item your reaching on.

"no way imma tell you~ what if you do the same annoying thing to your own version of me. That would be a pain in the ass." You chuckle as you refuse to tell him about the binding of your darling doll did to you out of spit of your reckless behavior.

"I see... " He can't help but sigh as he want to know what secret that made you feel each other feelings through distance with another is universe apart.

You two continue making cloths, through he did request if you can make one for him too, he give you a size and when you see it. You glance at him oddly, clearly you know that size mean. He gulp and blush he wonder if you know what he trying to say.

"you also have a doll with you in your world?!" You cant help but look at him with sparkling eyes.

"..." He can't help but sigh but nodded since it seems that your mentality here is full of dolls and dolls cloths. Very unique mindset, innocent but his very concern for your obsession. He wonder his other self would live with such fact.

"ok! I'll make beautiful clothe then! Just tell me the design! Huehuehue! " You giggle as you felt energize of making cloths to a new doll.

"then..." He then said his ideas of cloths and you happily note it down and start designing and after making outline. You start making the set of cloths and he happily assist you. Since everyone is dead asleep as it's their off day and would rather sleep the day off to relax, they don't go down from their room except for Niki who went to grab mouthful of food and left in a hurry because he want to return to his cafe duty today, he did wave to Mayoi and you before he left.

The day went pass by in a blink and demon Mayoi happily held the set of cloths for his doll back home. When he finally left, it's already sunset and your Mayoi stood in the place of demon Mayoi.

"... You look like a mess. Lol is that baby food?" You laugh as you point at the barf in his cloths, his hair is all mess up and felt he just been throw hours of torture taking care of a hell spawn. There's even a small smack in his face.

"M-MC...!" He happily hugs you as relief wash over him as he finally back to his own universe. "Hihi! This is MC indeed!" You happily hug him, not caring the mess his in.

"hic... I miss you!" He hugs you tightly. "I was so scared when your so happy being with a seductress! Huhu..." He cried as he felt relief you weren't seduce by that devil!

"seductress...? Lol what the heck." You laugh not understanding what he mean when your just jamming with Demon Mayoi all day making cloths.

"my MC is is still the best!" He added as he happily hugs you. He is really glad his home!

...

In another alternative universe

"....oh your back?" Demon Mayoi heard his beloved says with a soft yawn.

"My darling spouse ~" he smile as he quickly reach out to give you a kiss in the cheeks.

"Sorry I have accidentally use my abilities. It seems that it's still taking troll on me after our precious doll come to our life~" he giggle as he give a kiss to his baby doll who smack him in the face with a giggle.

"aww your so feisty as always ~" he laugh not minding the smack at all.

"so what did you do in that place ?" You ask him. "Oh! We made clothe! " He show you the cloths and you look at it. You look back at him.

"you seems to have a lot of fun time... Hopefully you don't have too much fun time." Your eyes slowly lace with sweet poisonous gaze which made him blush.

"don't worry! It's just normal sewing of cloths. Nothing else happen." He quickly added to reassure you. " Beside I don't think you in that world could get a hint nor effected by me either. The MC of that world is too full of dolls to think such things."

"ooh. Lucky you then." You chuckle and point out the mess in the house, there's bunch of slash mark made by a very thin thread.

"w-what happened..?!" He suddenly become very worry as he look at the marking in the walls, it's so deep if it's made to a someone, clearly it would cut a limb or two!

"as your enjoying your time sewing cloths, a certain Mad Version of you with strings lash out in uncontrollably dread and sadness, the moment he wake up in the leaving room. He is already in the attack mode. He knows his not in his own world and quickly become very alarm as he felt even more dejection each moment as if he knows what's up with you and his own MC. " You laugh at the memories of Darling Doll/Puppeteer Mayoi who won't calm down until he heard a cry and look at the small bun trying to reach out for him.

He only calm down a bit as he reach out to the little bun and manage to occupy his mind as You watch him take care of the little bun while seating in the sofa eating ice cream. You don't dare approach him, he look very unstable. You did worry about the little bun of yours but it seems he manage to be fine as he like the presence of Mayoi who would cuddle him and play with him like his own Mayoi.

"...I'm glad your not harm then." He sigh in relief through he can't help but gulp how dangerous that world Mayoi is but is glad all ends well. He happily hugs you two and glad to be home.

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Other Context:

💋 Demon Mayoi Ayase from SoulMate Au with a twist of @iamgrape | technically it's my other acc, so the AU canon is known by me very well. Lol

💋 Tag list Tag List: @valeriele3 @emikoisdead @allimili

💋 I will add Pic here when internet gets better.

[fmp1nicomartin-hahn]

Part 1 of Story - The Raptors Of Vikesh

(This is a first draft, there maybe changes to it in the future).

[Update August 2024: There are going to quite a lot of changes, but I still want to keep a few features in place].

Chapter 1: Human World

[Blank] is an only child and has always wanted to have siblings. Everyone of their friends would groan and deem them lucky to not be troubled by them. They never saw it that way; once they’d grown up, they felt lonelier than ever, with their parents wanting them to move out once they were old enough. Yes, they had nice coworkers at their job, but once at home, it just felt so claustrophobic.

One day after work, while walking home, they noticed a scratch card nuzzled into a patch of snow that had landed there the day before (it’s winter time). Picking it up, they read the header, Hade’s Wishes. What a weird name they thought to themselves; either way, they decided to take it home with them. Once they had eaten, they decided to sit on the couch and finally see what this scratch card was about.

Looking at the back, they started reading, ‘Why Hello, random winner! What have you won, you may think? It’s in the name silly, one of my wishes, which is only granted once in a millennium. Yes, you are very lucky indeed. Here are my instructions to get your wish: Please scratch all parts at the front of the card and read out the incantation. Once done, you’ll be able to ask for your wish. See you soon, little one.'

"Wait a wish, an actual wish; I can finally get my dream." [Blank] followed the first instruction for a furious amount of time, slowly reading the incantation to make sure it was properly pronounced. All of a sudden, a sharp light came from the card, inhaling [Blank] too.

Chapter 2: The Change

"Hello, little one, you finally arrived." The new voice startled [Blank], not knowing who it was from or where they were. "Oh, it's okay; there is no reason to be scared after all your here for your wish, right?" [Blank] nodded in agreement. "Good, so what is your wish then, little one?" [Blank] with a stuttering pace asked their wish, "I know it may be silly, but I wish for siblings.”

"My, that is the first time I've heard of a wish like that. Don't worry; it is not a bad thing. I can definitely give you what you want, but it will mean there will be a few changes to oneself."

"Um, what would these changes be, if I may ask?" [Blank] asked. "Well, we'll need to change that physical form of yours; sadly, I can't give you siblings in your home world, but I can in another universe." 

"Another universe, so I'm leaving my home and planet completely then." 

"Yes, I'm sorry if that saddens you, little one, but that is the only way you can achieve your wish." 

"Okay, I agree to your path, if I have to guess... Hades." 

"I may grant you your wish now; please don't panic once it is complete. You'll understand once you've fully awakened. Also, quick thing, you'll also have a new name, Kleptés."

Chapter 3: The New World

[Blank] was enveloped in light and instantly went into a deep sleep. Their form is changing to fit their new environment. 

Waking up to the sound of slow wave crashes, they slowly rose to their feet. Looking down on their form, they now had slightly shorter arms covered in scales, feathers, and fur, as well as longer legs. They went to the shore edge to look at their reflection, now seeing themselves as raptors or whatever. They were very shocked by their new form, and they made a loud screeching noise. 

"Wait, wait, calm down, Kleptés. Hades told you to not panic; everything will be understood soon, hopefully." Hearing plants russle behind them, they make a very harsh turn to not be surprised and jump by what may come out. Soon, a boar came running out, looking frightened. Kleptés was a little startled, but once they noticed it was heading right for them, they knew they had to move quickly. 

Moving to the side, so the boar would run into the shore. Another two big russles came from the bushes—two raptors like Kleptés. The lighter one slips and falls face-first into the sand. 

"Hey, what are you doing? Grab that boar before it escapes." The darker-coloured of the two yelled at Kleptés. 

"Ummm…why?" 

"Why, that's our hunt, you idiot; what did you bump your head on a rock or something?" 

"Okay, okay, I'll catch it." 

Moving into the shore and catching up to the boar, Kleptés grabs the boar by the neck with their jaw and brings it back to the beach. It was riggling, trying to get away. 

"Kleptés, just kill it already; you need to stop being so merciful to our prey." 

Finally standing up from the fall. 

"Yeah, I'm hungry." The lighter one whined. 

Kleptés is now biting harder into the boar's neck until it stops moving, and then placing it onto the sand.

"YAAY FOOD, also good job, Kleptés!" 

"If I may, what are your names?" Kleptés was wondering how these two knew their names but didn't know theirs. 

"Man, you really did bump your head on a rock, didn't you? Fine, I'm Ozul, your big brother, remember?" 

"And I'm Lux, the younger one of us three, even though we are all the same age." The lighter one said while stuffing their face. 

"Now eat!" 

Ozul leans down on the boar's body and gets his share of it. 

Kleptés wasn't as sure, but in the end, they hesitantly leaned down to eat.

Chapter 4: Routine

“Kleptés, you're done now. I don’t want any others to sniff the hunt out.” They nod and lift their heads to show that they’re finished. Lux and Ozul look like they’re ready to go somewhere; what are we going to do now? 

“Ozul… What are we doing now?” 

“What do you think we’re doing—our daily routine, of course?” Ozul stammers at them. 

“Hey, calm down, Ozul. Kleptés just doesn’t feel well; they probably got a concussion or something. Just give them a break, okay? Let them settle back into routine.” Lux quickly chants back. 

“Uhhhh, fine, but I’m going!” Running back into the forest and leaving the two alone. 

“Come on, let’s go; he just needs to calm down for a bit. He’s been quite worried about you for a while now; of course I have, but I know this will just be for a short while, and then you’ll be back into the swing of things.” 

“Ok.” Kleptés mummers out. 

Still wandering through the forest, Kleptés takes into account each detail. Listening to the bugs and other creatures rustling throughout it. The scent of each plant creates one of the most refreshing aromas Kleptés has ever smelt in their life. Being used to a slightly polluted city, this is definitely a massive change. Finally, he caught up to Ozul, who had stopped and was now standing at a waterfall. The pool of water below is the clearest, meaning you can see every single fish living within it. 

Ozul wanders into a depth where he is still able to stand. Lux was jumping in, with Ozul rolling his eyes at him with an unimpressed expression. Kleptés decided to walk in like Ozul, just to be on the safe side. Lux went playing in the pool and splashing water at Kleptés, doing the same while Ozul preened himself.

After some time, they all left the pool and shook themselves off of any water that was contained in their fur. Once dry, Ozul took charge as usual and told the two to come further into the forest. Lux knew where Ozul was taking them, and Kleptés could tell from the change in Lux’s mood that this wasn’t going to be fun.

[soloroleplaystory]

I got an anonymous email today. It's inviting me to a party on Friday night. It's... A masquerade? There's some pictures of the parties, everyone is wearing masks or a costume. It looks like a lot of fun. But how did anyone get this email? I mean, I guess with the convention for school emails, it wouldn't be hard to guess mine. All our names are on a class roster, which I don't like. Whatever. I probably won't go. I'd rather spend my time playing with my online friends.

But as the week went on, I kept thinking about it. I decided to *casually* mention the invite to my classmates. Maybe they got one too? At least I'd know someone there.

"So hey guys, um..." I say to the trio before our lab starts. "I got a weird email inviting me to a party this weekend." I hear Marcus shift behind me, like he knew something about the email.

"That's trash." Ben immediately says, waving his hand at me. "I got a couple of those. Searched it up, it's a scam to embarrass naive students. Get invited to a 'party', show up, get humiliated by popular kids."

I'm skeptical. It wasn't written like someone had bad intentions. Maybe I really am that naive? "Well, it's not like I'd go." I lie. I'm going. I hear Marcus shift again, almost like he's disappointed.

After class, I decide to take a bus into town to find at least a mask for the party. Might as well stay anonymous if there's a risk of being outed for some reason. I noticed Marcus get on the bus I'm taking. Must be closer to his dorms. I give him a friendly wave, gesturing to the empty seat beside me. "Hey, Marcus. Low on toothpaste?" I say, trying to be funny, but immediately feeling embarrassed. He gives me a shy smile and a thumbs up. He's really handsome when he smiles. "I uhh..." I blush. "I got invited to a party this weekend, and I really want to go..." His eyes go wide, blushing darker than I am. Why would he feel uncomfortable?

I don't get to ask as he rushed to the front of the bus and gets off. There's only residential buildings there. Maybe he's visiting someone?

Being late August, the big box stores already have Halloween costumes out. I wander up and down the aisles until I find a half mask. It's split with black and red, with rabbit ears and some glitter for accent. It looks cheap, but maybe they'll understand, being my first time.

I look for Marcus as I take the bus back to my room, but he isn't here at all. Why am I disappointed?

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*"Am I really doing this?"* I think as I knock on the door. I'd taken two buses and walked several blocks to find the place. I didn't want anyone following me. Not that that's an issue for me...

I dressed up, kinda. A white button up and black skinny jeans along with the black and red mask. The door man looks over me for a few moments then nods me inside. Why is my heart racing?

The lights are dimmed, dance music playing loudly through the house. Everyone is in some kind of costume. Painted faces, half masks, full masks, even veils. Each person was unrecognizable.

A woman with a feathered mask gives me a plastic cup of beer, smiling at me. She is quite lovely. I hope her partner isn't jealous.

A couple people have made me dance with them, but it's been fun. I'm just wandering around the house, and every so often someone will grab my hand for a couple moments. They're all smiling and laughing, making me feel at home. One of the guys that danced with me was really aroused, grinding into me with this seductive look in his eyes. It was incredible.

I found my way into the basement, being given a shot of vodka and a soda to wash it down. My cheeks were red from the beer already, but they darkened so much more.

From a corner of the room, a tall man came over to me, taking me tenderly in his arms. He wasn't rough or rude, simply pulling me into him as I danced. He moved in time with the music, holding me close. It was so sensual. He didn't speak, but he also didn't try to force me into doing anything.

I can't wait for the next party....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thursday the next week, I get another email. "You dance like a natural. Thank you for giving us a chance. You are hence invited to every event we put on. We hold dances every Friday night. I await your arrival. -The Wolf."

I decided to reply this time. "I appreciate the invitation. I had a lot more fun than I expected. I don't usually like social situations. You must be the wolf I danced with last week. May I have a name to call you? I go by Emery."

I tried to distract myself while waiting for a reply, but I say at my desk, refreshing the browser every minute or so.

Finally, I got a reply.

"You may call me Alabaster. Thank you for dancing with me, Emery. Your name fits your persona. I like your mask quite a lot. It accents your eyes very well. I'll be waiting for you. ~Alabaster."

I couldn't reply, I was blown away. I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. How can I contain my excitement until Friday?

[plush-rabbit]

Cultural Differences - BNHA Headcanons

Request: Hi! If it's not too much may I request a Shigaraki, Hawks, Overhaul and Dabi with an s/o who likes wearing revealing clothes because they grew up in western country. Like they're half japanese and half western. Thank you!

Warning: Breast is used gn here!! (not sure f that counts as a warning but i felt like the a/n not was too long)

A/N: I hope this is good. I tried to make in character as possible because I feel like I’ve been stray from that the past times i’ve been writing for them

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Chisaki Kai:

It isn’t that Kai hates the clothes, it’s just that he isn’t used to them. Of course, fashion has evolved and things aren’t as prude as they were years ago, but even so, he’s someone who values traditional customs. The clothes aren’t anything that he hates, and most of the time, he finds them cute, as if you’re trying to fit into some sort of aesthetic, but it’s just different. It shows just a bit too much skin than what he likes and if he were to be honest, he would prefer if you covered up.

Most of the time, he allows you to wear whatever you want, but if it happens to be a certain temperature, he wants you to cover up and will scoff when you actually have the audacity to feel cold. Nonetheless, if you get sick, he can’t see you, so he’ll offer you a coat. If it happens just enough times, he’ll have you either start dressing in appropriate clothes for the weather, or he’ll get you a jacket that matches his. He finds it almost offensive with how quick you are to cover-up when he offers to get you a jacket like his- your taste may linger toward revealing, but he’s sure that jackets over clothing is still something that is considered fashionable.

He’s controlling and there’s no easy way around that. It’s a miracle that he lets you reveal as much skin as you do and that he’s hardly done anything about it. While he does mind that you go out in revealing clothing, there is nothing he can do about it, since he hardly sees you in your own home. However, if you were to visit the base, he has you follow a strict dress code. He doesn’t want people to gawk at you, and even if he isn't the type to officiate something, you are still with him, and that should be enough reason for you to cover up when you are around him and his subordinates. He doesn't want others to see you in a way that he is only meant to see you so before he brings you over, he’ll choose something for you to wear.

There are a few times that his actions and words can be hurtful. It’s nothing new, but sometimes it can be upsetting to hear such awful things leave his mouth- especially when they are directed towards you. It isn’t that he means the words, but sometimes, you just refuse to change into something more appropriate, and he always catches people staring at your exposed legs, or midriff. The few times when he catches people staring at your chest, is enough to send him over the edge. In the end, he apologizes in his own way- a small gift, his hand wrapping around yours- still covered in a glove- or even the next outing, not commenting on how short your attire is. He knows that sometimes his words can be a bit too harsh, that you aren’t like the others that he keeps around him, and that you aren’t used to his way of speaking, so he tries to relax a bit on it. He’ll blame it on the need to protect you, for you to understand that others are viewing you in some sort of way, but when you don't’ care about- when you only care about his opinion, he’s taken aback. He’s left speechless for a moment and then he nods to you and himself.

Of course there are going to be cultural clashes between the two of you, but he hadn’t expected clothing to be one of them. It isn’t that he hates it, he finds that you look rather cute in the things you wear, but, it’s also short. And people are vile, disgusting little things. He can almost sense the motivations behind every person when their eyes stare at the low cut of your shirt, and he just fumes, because you have no real motive to cover up. The last thing that Kai will do is plead for you to cover up, but he will often wrap his jacket around you, until you are away from the public eye. It’s always a weird moment for the both of you- he refuses to look at you and will let his hands linger a bit too long on your shoulders, and when he pulls away, he adjusts his gloves, telling you to keep up. To him, it’s just a bit more than him offering you his jacket at a certain point in the relationship, it isn’t him begging for you to cover up, but rather than the trust that he has with you to wear something of his. He hates germs, anything dirt and grime, but he’d be willing to give you a staple of his clothing as long as it meant that you weren't cold- or stared at by the perverse eyes of others.

Dabi:

Despite Dabi’s upbringing, he shed most of those ideals and morals once he became who he is now. He’s seen much more revealing things in all sorts of ways, so wearing something revealing isn’t a big deal to him. You wearing something revealing, is something up to you. He hardly cares one way or another about your style of attire. There are a few times where his more traditional sense of style will show, such as the almost brooding looks that he gives you when you wear something just a bit too short. However, despite that, he won’t say a word to you- what you choose to do, is what you choose to do- he has no reason to intervene unless it’s something potentially dangerous.

He sits at a weird line where he doesn’t look at you and your exposed skin, and where it’s just where his eyes happen to land on. You look great, there’s no doubt about it, but he’s also seen skin before, so he doesn’t know why it’s you that is so captivating. He doesn’t understand why seeing the side of your breasts makes him feel so flustered. He’s hot, burning at the nape of his neck and constricting around his chest until he’s dizzy and unable to catch his breath properly, and yet, he still can’t pry his eyes away from you. He can’t dare to look away and stop tracing over the soft stretch marks that curve around your thigh or the soft fat of your stomach that stretches when you lean over the counter.

Depending on where and who you are both with, is how he’ll act towards you. He doesn’t mind if you wear something revealing around the League; he knows that the most they’ll do is playfully hit on you in order to get a rise out of him, and as annoying as that is, he knows that around them, you’re safe. Being around strangers is a totally different story. He doesn’t know their intentions and even though he doesn’t, it doesn’t take much to figure out that those intentions are less than playful. He doesn’t like for others to be around you for too long and will often interject himself if you’re having a conversation with what he can assume is a stranger. He’ll put a stop to it immediately and as he pulls you away, he’s tempted to throw his jacket over you, but then you pull him closer to you and tell him how he’s cute when he’s jealous. There are few things to make him react, and that happens to be one of the few; he scoffs lightly, shaking his head and taking you elsewhere- often to another seedy bar or back to the hideout.

Most of the time, he has his hands on you. Whether it be on your knee or curved around your thigh, he keeps you within arms’ length. He doesn’t like for you to leave his side for too long, and tries to keep you around him in the most subtle ways possible. There are few times where he’ll actively ask for you to stay beside him, and even then, those are rare moments where the alcohol has taken over and he’s leaning close to you, his breath warm on your neck as he asks you to not leave him. When he isn’t intoxicated, he’ll throw his leg over yours and keep you trapped there, giving you a short wolfish grin as he refuses to move even when you begin to lightly hit his knee.

There are very few things that Dabi shows to the public, but at the end of it, he is emotional, bubbling over and showing his true nature when it’s late enough. He’ll lean beside you, trace over your skin and watch as goosebumps prick under his fingertip and when he catches your eyes, he waits for you to tell him to stop, but when you don’t, he continues. He likes to touch your skin, to let his touch trace over anything and everything exposed- to trace against your stretch marks, to touch at each birthmark and mole, to let his fingers hover over your scars, and he could fall asleep doing just that. He likes the difference, the way that you laugh lightly when he touches your sides, or how you shiver when he ghosts over your ribs, and when he finally falls asleep, his hand is over your stomach.

Takami Keigo:

Keigo may play the playboy attitude, but he’s under constant watch of the hero commission which leads him to have little romantic relationship. He’s charismatic, and he’s received his fair share of uncomfortable fan-mail, but it’s different when your partner reveals little clothing- at least in Japanese standards. When you come to him wearing clothing that leaves little to the imagination, he can’t help but feel his face grow hot and look away from you. Sure, he’s seen and been given pictures that are much more lewd than what you wear, but it feels different when it’s someone that he cares about in a romantic sense. Each brush of your skin against his leaves him giving you a small smile, while a few of his feathers flutter against each other in a weak attempt to remain calm.

It isn’t that he’s uncomfortable with you wearing so little- just a bit, but that’s more for cultural and personal reasons- but he also just wants you to wear more. The hero commission already controls so much of his life, and he’s fearful that if you get any sort of bad reputation, it’ll follow him and cause the commission to terminate the relationship he has with you. He doesn’t want his relationship to end with you, and he’ll request that you wear more. He hates how you pout and whine telling him that you’re just used to wearing a bit less, but he hints that it’s something that you should do. That usually puts an end to the conversation, but he still feels a bit bad for trying to control you and how you dress.

Control is something that he knows well and something that he’s dealt with his whole life, and the last thing he wants is to control you. He doesn’t want to tell you what to wear or what not to wear, but it’s difficult. You wear so little and while he doesn’t hate it, he doesn’t want other people to judge you. Whether it be for hero work or casual wear, he’s often seen wearing a jacket. Because of that, he’ll give you his jacket most of the time, gently putting it around your shoulders and flexing his wings when you actually wear it, acting as some sort of curtain for you. Truth be told, while he is a fan of you wearing short attire, he prefers seeing you with his jacket around you, loose fitting and just enough collar to hide the lower half of your face.

Your style of clothing isn’t something that he hates. He actually likes it. It’s almost teasing, seeing the bare skin of your upper thigh, or the soft swell of your breast that hides under the low cut shirt. He can see why you would wear those types of things- you look good in them, and they’re quite cute. On more than one occasion, he’s caught himself staring at you, letting his eyes linger just on the edge of where your shorts bite against your thigh, the soft push of the fat or catching your midriff when you raise your arms over your head in a yawn. When he does catch himself, he turns away, clearing his throat and going to hold your hand, his smile tense as he tries to discreetly catch his breath.

Being a hero- a top one at that- requires for the hero to be charismatic. They have to have a good smile and look pretty for the camera, and while he’s all of that, his life has been under control and under the watchful eyes of the hero commission. Keigo has never had time for a romantic relationship, so when you come along, it’s quite a surprise for him with everything that comes with it. You’re affectionate and yet, the cultural difference is never something that he realized would have played a big part in the relationship. You’re so different compared to him and he welcomes it. He likes that you wear revealing attire and even if it does make him flustered, he can’t help but enjoy how much freedom you have. You’re different compared to him and he enjoys it. He loves to lean into your touch and feel how warm your skin is because the sun has touched you, not because you’re covered in layers, but because you just are.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Tomura hasn’t been exposed to much of life outside of murder and hatred. When you come to him with revealing clothing, it’s something that he isn’t used to. He’s used to watching shows that show two-dimensional characters in revealing outfits, but reality doesn’t touch with the revealing clothing. So here you are, wearing revealing outfits that have him scratching more out of anxiety rather than annoyance and hatred, and he can’t help but feel his heart race and beat against his ribs, to make sure that Father is properly placed to avoid anyone peeking at his pink tinted cheeks. There’s still a bit of a cultural shock with how different the two of you dress when compared, but to him it’s insignificant.

Due to being raised in a sheltered environment, he has been denied anything meaningful in his life like relationships- romantic or not- so when given the freedom to finally have a relationship, he doesn’t notice how often he stares. Whether you sit beside him or across the room, his eyes are on you, tracing over your body, watching how you hold your cup and bring the rim to your lips, and when you catch his eyes, he looks away. He’ll deny that he ever stared at you, and if pressed, he’ll only tell you that he stared because you had something on your shirt. He hates being caught, it makes him feel as if he has done something perverse, and leaves him feeling almost shameful, and even if you were to laugh and tell him that you don’t mind, he still can’t help but grumble under his breath and move away.

At a certain point of the relationship, it becomes less shameful to stare at you, and more normalized. He sits close to you and when you start to talk, he’ll keep his eyes on you, and even when done, he’s still watching you. He’ll start to be more playful, softly elbowing your side and teasing at your short attire with a sharp grin. He enjoys how you’ll jab back and pull at his sleeve or even when you stick out your tongue and call him some crude name that he’ll return. The relationship becomes much more lighthearted, where the two of you just lean into each other.

You choosing to wear something revealing interfere in anything that he does, so he doesn’t mind how you dress. He doesn’t own you, and no one owns him, he wants you to feel comfortable however you dress, and if you feel better dressing in something short, then he doesn’t care. At the end of the day, it’s about how comfortable you are, and he’s grateful that you’re comfortable around him to dress in something revealing. There are a few times where he prefers to have you dress a bit more revealing, wanting to touch your skin and watch how you react to him- the little jumps, the bumps that cover your skin, the hitch in your breath when he happens to graze over a sensitive spot. It’s much more than just trying to get a rise out of you, it’s to touch you and feel that you are real beneath him, that you willingly let him touch you despite his quirk.

Tomura just likes having you around. He’ll try to keep you to himself as much as he can, excluding the both of you from events that the league invites him to. It isn’t that he’s jealous of the attention that they’ll give you like the playful flirting, but rather, he just misses you. He wants you beside him, he wants to touch you and keep you by his side. He wants to be greedy and not let anyone see you when you wear so little, he wants it to be for him. He understands that it isn’t, that it’s just how you dressed back home and it’s something that you’re used to, but he wants to believe that it’s for him. The infamous villain wants to believe that you’d wear something revealing for him in a way to show that you trust him, that you’re comfortable in letting him see you and touch your skin that is so different compared to his. To him, touch is important, it’s denied and dangerous for him, and yet with you, you welcome him and that’s enough for him to lean into you and rest his head on your chest.

[hawksugarbaby]

Hawks x reader- snowed in

Fluff

The snow piled up around the door like Icing sugar decorating a cake and the windows frosted over with frozen icicles dangling from the ledge, threatening to pierce the soft snow. "It's so cold Kei" you ran your hands up and down your cold arms layered in goosebumps and pressed your glacial feet against his calves making him jolt forward "JESUS CHRIST!" he shouted wiggling away from your feet making you giggle.

"I'll put the heating on and close the curtains? That might help" he shrugged sending a crimson feather to do the work for him "mhm, you mean your wings will do it for you" you smile softly curling into his side and he grinned putting his arm on your head "you make a wonderful armrest" the bedsheets crinkled and shifted with your feet that kicked his shin jokingly "ouch, i'm in agony" he said casually without any indication he was in pain (because he wasn't) and you pouted angrily turning your head away from him which made his arm fall onto the bed "aw i'm sorry princess, you make a wonderful girlfriend too!" he kissed the back of your neck wrapping his arms around you and rolling you on top of him. "I love you~" he sang, drawing out the love and you dropped your annoyed expression, A bright smile etched on your face instead. "I love you too!"

Keigo wrapped his wings around you blanketing you in crimson feathers that kept the heat as close to you as possible. "Your pretty kei." you said bluntly, keeping your (e/c) eyes on his ruby pools "thank you baby so are you" you said kissing the tip of your nose making your face scrunch up and your eye's crinkle at the corners in a smile. Your legs tangled together and your arms were going numb, crushed between you and your boyfriends chard chest from the lack of options on where to put them.

"Your wings are so warm" you muttered nuzzling into his chest like a big cat, the thumping of his heart was steady and soothing and you matched your breathing to his without reasoning "are they? I never knew that" he sighed placing one hand against your head stroking your hair softly. "Yeah they're like a whole ass radiator connected to you" you said and he hummed in response. "A whole ass radiator?" he repeated teasingly and you snickered "a whole ass radiator" the confirmation made the two of you laugh slightly and keigo peeked out the window, the blinding white blurred from the frozen glass but as if waiting for it a frozen stalagmite fell from the ledge impaling the snow quickly. "Thank god we're not standing under those right now" keigo mumbled and closed the curtain again.

"I wish we could build a snowman or something" you sighed, leaning your head up again and wiggling to find comfort "yeah me too we could have- ow okay you just kneed me in the dick and I do not appreciate that" he wheezed his face burning red and eyes streaming tears "oh my god i'm so sorry I didn't even realise" you gasped kissing his face over and over as if it would alleviate some of the pain, you wiped the tears running down his face with your sleeve and buried your face in his chest. "y'could kiss it better" he teased earning a slap in the chest "KEIGO!" his chest vibrated and he squirmed.

"that feels fucking weird. Don't shout at my lungs what did they do to you?" he turned his face away like a dramatic character from a Shakespeare play and you rolled your eyes "I dunno but your still breathing so they have that to apologize for" keigo's mouth fell open in shock and his eye's rounded in amusement "i'm hurt" "no your not you liar" "I am truly in pain, I don't think I can go on" he clutched his shirt and said "just know I always loved you" then sank his head onto the pillow heavily his tongue lolling outside of his mouth.

You wailed loudly and dropped the back of your hand to your forehead "whyy! My one and only love, I'm sorry I never should have treated you so cruelly" your dramatization made the blonde laugh and you gasped "HE'S ALIVE!" the volume of your shouting was enough to have the neighbors bang on the wall in annoyance "SORRY MY BOYFRIEND WAS FUCKING DYING!" you shouted through the wall and rolled your eyes sinking back into keigo's chest and turning to your cheek rested against him instead. "Rude" you tutted and Keigo nodded in agreement, knocking his head against the headboard that banged against the wall annoying the neighbors further.

"Keigo I have a question" you lead the conversation and keigo panicked, what if you proposed, what if you asked him to propose, what if you wanted a dog, what if you wanted kids, what if you wanted food, oh god what if you wanted takeaway! With the snow building up to the letterbox he didn't imagine you would manage to get any takeaway to the house right now. Please don't want takeaway. "Do you like this house?" okay it's not takeaway "I think i'm content here but I wouldn't mind something new" he admit scratching the back of his neck and looking at the wall behind him "not a fan of the neighbors either" he stuck his tongue out and you chuckled drumming your fingers against his forearm.

"so I was wondering if you maybe, at some point it doesn't have to be now, and you don't have to make a decision right now but-" "spit it out princess, your stalling" he smiled stroking your cheek gently with his thumb and you sighed mumbling something under your breath earning a glower from your boyfriend. "Would you wanna move in with me? Eventually, If you want, you don't have to but I think it would be nice" you lowered your voice at the end.

Keigo laughed and kissed the top of your head "yeah I think that would be nice" he agreed and you grinned, a giddy feeling developing in your head and you wiggled in excitement. "If you keep wiggling your gonna create a problem you'll have to deal with" he smirked and you immediately stopped moving "I take back the proposition you can stay here with your horny ass." you tapped him on the nose sitting up and moving so you were straddling his stomach.

His wings couldn't wrap around you as well when you were sitting up so he dragged a blanket over your shoulders and tucked his wings back underneath him. "Could we get a bigger house? Maybe one with a nursery..." you trailed off. Fuck. there was the kid's question he was afraid of. Keigo figured he should ask the all important question soon, you had been dating for 4 years but keigo had never been so committed to a relationship before, maybe it was the abandonment issues or how his job filled up his life but you were special you were different. Maybe it was time for this conversation then.

"You want kids with me?" he asked in disbelief sitting himself up and sitting against the headboard analyzing you carefully like a trap "of course I want kids with you. Not right now but in the future i'd like kids" keigo had never come to terms with the idea of someone wanting to spend their life with him but as the snow fell caging you in he suddenly didn't mind more days like this. Talking and cuddling for the rest of time would be amazing but kids were scary to him, he wanted to be better than his father and he wanted to be there for his kids, pick them up from school and help them with homework but would his work get in the way?

"Kei I know you had an awful childhood, and I understand why you might feel... cautious about the idea of having children, but you are the only person I would even ever consider worthy of dating me never mind raising our kids" you comforted, kissing him softly placing your hand on his and squeezing tightly. "I just don't know if i'd ever be a good dad, i'm barely a good person, I literally just about function as a human" his eyes darted around the room for something to focus on but they kept landing on you. You were what he should focus on right now. "Baby you would be an amazing dad, a busy one yes, but an incredible one! And sure you're a little dysfunctional but so am I! Your an amazing person and I love you okay and if you don't want kids right now that's okay, we have all the time in the world-" "-we have until menopause" "we have until menopause"

He sighed and swallowed thickly "okay." he said curtly, nodding away to himself and pulling you in for a hug wrapped up by his wings. "Okay?" you raised your eyebrows and tilted your hand rubbing your cold hands up his back "I'd like kids eventually. But not right now I think I wanna marry you first" he sighed brushing your hair behind your ear and pulling you into a tight hug and crossing his fluffy wings behind you "y-you wanna marry m-me?" you stuttered and he laughed "of course I wanna marry you I just don't know your ring size yet and I didn't know if you want to marry me" he kissed your forehead and you smiled softly "of course I wanna marry you!" you exclaim wrapping your arms around him and barraging him with kisses across the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad because I wanna marry you too"

You lay there for a while longer just talking, it didn't matter what you talked about, you made a conversation out of it. "Can we PLEASE get a cat" you whined giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes but he remained stoic "we're not getting a fucking cat they just try to pull my feathers out and it's really annoying" he shook his head raising his palms to the sky "but they grow baack" you wiggled your arms and he chuckled and pet you on the head "i'm sorry baby it just really hurts and I don't wanna deal with that every day" he apologized and you sighed knowing you wouldn't get your way "what about a puppy then" "babyy"

You snuggled once again into his chest, filled with joy at the prospect of marrying keigo. "The snow isn't clearing up" keigo sighed knowing there wasn't much in his fridge right now "I don't have much to eat but I don't think I could get groceries right now" he tapped his chin and you popped your head up "to the kitchen we shall go and imma make the best damn meal we've ever had" you challenged yourself and keigo smirked "I could have you for dinner" he nuzzled into your neck and chuckled and you tutted tapping him on the head "Sorry baby you aren't a big enough portion size for me" you quickly jumped up dragging the blanket behind you like a cape and disappearing around the corner like the phantom of the opera. "My dignity" he lamented and strolled behind you.

You opened the fridge and immediately shut it again "you have chicken" "yep" "and only chicken" "yep" you smirked to himself and you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose and opening the fridge again and digging for something that resembled a meal. Eventually you had a chicken breast, a couple strips of prosciutto, various cheeses, flour, various spices, basil leaves, butter and olive oil. "Put a pan on with olive oil and butter will you love" you pulled out a chopping board and got to work butterflying the chicken breast "yes chef!"

You stuffed the chicken breast and basil and wrapped it back up in the prosciutto keeping it sealed together. "is the pan warm?" you asked, eating a handful of grated cheddar in the meantime and he nodded holding his hands over the pan for heat "OW okay rude" he pulled his hand off when freckles of oil jumped up and burned his hands. "Silly" you put the chicken in the pan and you jumped at the sizzling whirling behind hawks who folded his wings around you "it's okay baby don't worry" he said going full protection mode.

You served the meal and garnished it with basil and cheese skipping back to bed to eat the meal together. "Y'know this does look better than any KFC I've ever eaten" he praised and wrapped his wing around you turning on the tv that you only really needed for background noise as you usually talked over it anyway. "Hey kei" "yeah baby?" "I hope it snows like this all the time"

[angrelysimpping]

ok but human great hawk is super cute actually, excuse me while i talk about a few things i think about them.

theyre older than pc, so imagine that not only they turned human but also got a few years taken away to be the same age as them. at first is super weird for them because they dont know what to do; where did their feet go? their wings? their feathers? theyre would go ape shit if pc werent there for them.

after a while, they slowly get used to stuff, like not having to go hunting etc. starts to speak more normally and screeching less than an animal. if pc tells them about their dept, they would like to help pc depending on where they work, or go find money themselves. i can see them robbing thanks to their experience with hunt and eyesight, or hunting and selling what they get. maybe would be willingly do lewd stuff, but i can only see them doing stuff WITH pc, never alone.

for school stuff, theyre either a fast learned or cant understand stuff no mather how much pc explains it to them, regardless, they only come to school for them. has no other friends besides pc and maybe robin, but when they are with them GH mostly just speaks about their spouse. does not get bully thanks to being really tall, creepy looking in the way you know they would do any kind of shit if you mess with them and knowing how to fight. has definitely beating up whitney at least once, but wouldnt do it if pc ask them to, still gets very protective with them when whitney is near. has tried to befriend kylar and wonders why they dont like them, even if pc told them its because kylar likes them, GH would still be friendly towards them, they simply dont understand how different humans relationships are and doesnt get jealous. gets behind pc everytime they see sydney, if theyre not near they would run away to pc.

for some reason i see them to get along very well with doren and manson, river is scared of them and leighton despises them, because everytime they try to do something their screech so hard everyone at school knows whats happening, has an ok relationship with the rest of the teachers

I do not know why but GH getting along with Doren and Mason Feels Right. Maybe because Doren seems open to others, like, does not care that this new student is tall, creepy, and has yellow eyes. They're one of Doren's students now and that's that.

Please. Please, can Great Hawk swim? They swim in the pool of water at the tower but can they dive? Does GH know how to hold their breath properly? They can float but they don't have feathers now, does that affect how they float? They're used to getting wet to get clean, not being completely submerged and working out. Mason might have to give them extra attention if that's even possible with how wild class can get.

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[stray-kids-react]

02 liner aussie girl joining the group

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Sees you as a little sister, and will baby you nonstop for that reason alone. Expect very long hugs and him trying to beg you for some affection.

° Let Felix take charge in helping you around JYP, watching from afar like a proud father. Even if you aren't much younger than the members, he can't help but become a giddy mess when you literally do anything.

° Since he sees you as a little sister, that also means he is very protective over you. Not even Minho can tease you for too long without Chan becoming a bit tense. He just doesn't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

° Does many vlives with you, chatting about your life and what parts of Australia you grew up in. Whenever he is introducing you or if you call him during a vlive, he'll call you little sissy.

° Many stays have made edits of Chan babying you or treating you like a literal angel, you both have watched edits like these and neither of you can deny that he doesn't do either of those things.

"My little sissy y/n did great today in our dance practice, isn't that right sissy?" he asked, sitting you on his lap.

"Yeah, Minho Oppa helped me learn quite a bit. But I couldn't have succeeded it without my personal cheerleader Chris." You replied.

Lee Know

° Doesn't make a huge deal out of it, is honestly just really happy to have a new member. He doesn't care that your a girl or a fellow aussie, just sees you as a member.

° If you are ever struggling with Korean he'll do his best to try and help you, even if it is only on small thing such as the way you pronounce words. He admits to finding your struggles pretty adorable.

° Even though he is a huge tease, he'll go easy on you for the first two months. Letting you get settled in and get use to the chaotic behavior of all of them. But after those months pass, he'll start to tease.

° Minho likes to challenge you to dance battles during practice, seeing if you will ever beat him on one. But luckily whenever Snsd comes on you are in your element, showing him the true Gee master.

° Minho has a soft spot fro you due toy your age, he won't tease you too harshly and won't get mad if you don't remember one of his cat's names. All of the members notice his new soft spot for you.

"So I know Soonie, Doongie... And?" you sighed, trying to remember the third cat of Minho's.

"Dori, it's okay. At least you remembered two of them." He reassured, Felix looking at him with shock from across the room.

Changbin

°When he heard that you would be joining the group, he hoped that you wouldn't make fun of him as much as the other members. And if you did, it wouldn't be too harsh.

° Appreciated that you weren't teasing him 24/7, and if you are shorter than him then he would be very smiley and giddy for days. Changbin likes your company and would often want to hang around you.

° Buys you coffee/tea every morning, and only you (occasionally Felix). And when the members ask, he explains that you earned your coffee/tea by not teasing him. Even if they haven't teased him for days.

° You are his favorite member, even if he won't admit it... Everyone knows it. You are his best friend and he doesn't want that relationship to change. Unlike the fan's pov, he sees you only as a best friend.

° Whenever he does a vlive with you, your ship name is all over the chat. Neither of you speak out about it, but both of you don't like each other in that way. And it makes situations awkward when they ship you two.

"I can't believe we're a ship, that is so weird to me." You chuckled, scrolling through Instagram on your phone.

"I know right! I don't get why a girl and a guy can't be friends without people shipping them." He sighed, clearly frustrated.

Hyunjin

° Becomes putty in your hands, he just finds everything about you adorable. It also doesn't help that you are Australian, which he happens to have an interest in.

° He wouldn't describe his feelings towards you as a crush, more as a little sister and der brother relationship. He would feel weird if you ever developed something for him, since he is too close to you to be a couple.

° Very clingy towards you, constantly draping himself across you. Or sitting you on his lap when you are worn out from practice, he often let's you take naps on him. He also treats you to sweets, even when on diets.

° Hyunjin once got frustrated over how JYP was treating you, giving you an extreme diet even though you were already working hard enough. So he'd reassure you that him and Chan would talk with JYP about it.

° Hyunjin can be seen copying your accent, whether it be for fun or just to tease you. He'll copy or pick up on your accent, many fan's hearts melting at his determination to be part of the aussie line.

"I shouldn't be having this cupcake." You sighed, placing the cupcake you've been eyeing for the past few minutes.

"Screw JYP, eat what you want. You are your own person and shouldn't listen to some old man." He defended, passing the cupcake.

Han

° Was the first member you met, even though it was by total accident. You both ran into each other when he was leaving the building and you were entering.

° You dropped the coffee all onto yourself in shock, making him chuckle as he tried to help you clean yourself up. He helped you into JYP, having no clue that you are going to be the new member joining.

° When Chan introduced you to the members the next day, Han was shocked. He was surprised to see a familiar face, but was also pleased knowing you seemed to be quite a sweet and charming person.

° You both are the stars whenever on reality shows together, many seeing you both as a chaotic duo. Doni and Coni once tried to correct you, telling you that women shouldn't be so hyper. Han got pissed.

° Not only did Han correct them on their manners, but also told them that a man shouldn't tell a woman what to do. Many fans and netizens applauded him for protecting his new and sweet Maknae.

"I swear those guys get on my nerves sometimes, don't listen to them." He sighed, patting your head softly.

"It's okay Hannie, I'm glad that I have some older brothers to stand up for me." You reassured, melting his heart.

Felix

° You are nervous to be around Felix, not because he's intimidating or harsh. But because he is so nice and angelic, and you don't want to develop a crush on a member.

° Even if you don't see him in that light at first, it will happen eventually because he has such an addicting energy that surround him. Felix is a sunshine, and it isn't hard to see why everyone loves him.

° Felix wants to make you feel as comfortable as possible, usually being the member picking up pads/tampons for you. He secretly develops a small crush on you, but he knows it would end up bad.

° You both would be worried about it ending bad due to the popularity of the band, Felix's popularity, your new career, and JYP's strict rules. So both of you don't truly progress that side of your relationship.

° It could blossom into something more serious in the future, but for right now it is just a mutual crush that both of you must hide. Your friendship is still very strong nonetheless, and you appreciate that.

"Okay here's a hard question, Back Door or All In?" you asked, as the managers watched you both from behind the camera.

"Neither because you aren't in them." He answered, trying to play it off as playful more so than flirtatious.

Seungmin

° Seungmin is your dorm mate, who always manages to make your nights more calm. He reassures you every night that you are doing great, even if you don't believe him.

° You both wrote down a schedule for dishes, laundry, cooking ect. The only exceptions to it is having a terrible day, birthday, or being sick. Either than that then you must follow the schedule stuck into the fridge.

° You both have derpy photos of each other as your wallpapers, both being taken when both of you just woke up. Seungmin can't help but giggle silently whenever he opens up his phone, looking at your bed head.

° Seungmin helps you out with waking up, letting you get use to the schedule of being an idol. Taking as many pillows to the face as he needs to for you to finally wake up, Once getting feathers in his hair due to it.

° Many think you both knew each other before you became a member, but you both explained that you just understand each other well and clicked when you met. Neither of you grew up together.

"Is today you dish day or mine?" he asked, bottle of soap already in his hand ready to begin cleaning.

"Mine, but I had a terrible day today. JYP critiqued everything about me." You huffed, getting a soft hug from Seungmin.

Jeongin

° Is glad he won't be babied as much since he isn't the maknae anymore, but will miss the benefits of being able to aegyo your way out of responsibilities.

° All of the members call you the babies or the baby line, even if either of you ar taller than some of them. Jeongin is also appreciative that he now has someone to relate to with being a babied quite often.

° He'll still call you noona just to get under your skin, but you honestly don't mind being called noona or unnie. Especially since some stays are younger than you, but you can become playfully annoyed at times.

° Jeongin will warm up to you very fast and treat you like a sister, he'll spoil you with stuffies and share his food with you every meal. Even though mama gets scold him for it, he doesn't care and continues to do it.

° Chan will cover both of your eyes when the members do something sexy, even if you kind of want to see it (mostly to tease them). But you understand why, since both fo you will get flustered by it easily.

"Y/n noona likes to steal my food sometimes." Jeongin admitted to fans, smiling at your playful glare.

"You share your food and insist I eat it Jeongin Oppa." You defend, watching the fans respond to the situation.

[amane-by-together]

I do adore || Yashiro Nene

Yashiro Nene x Female! Reader

genre: fluff and shoujo ai (girls love)

summary: when yashiro gets tired for having unrequited love towards men starts to have romantic feelings for [name]

“When every little thing you do, I do adore.”

Yashiro had always been head over heels to tall and handsome guys. The senpai whom she liked for three years, spent herself learning how to cook, sew and gardening, ended up getting rejected and calling her a radish.

Teru Minamoto. The president of the student council, known for his good looks and a kind personality. Yashiro had woken up from her fantasies and knew that she didn't deserve him, but he'll be the person she'll look up to instead.

The cream haired girl was frustrated about her love life and wanting to get a boyfriend to make her fairytale come true. It's hard being a romantic, that's what you get from reading romance and fantasy novels.

That's where Yashiro dropped her wishes on having a boyfriend due to her having unrequited love and insecurities because of her legs, decided to focus more on studies and friends. Guess what? She failed to do so.

[name] [surname] was a new student, she transferred a month ago and immediately got along with everyone. [name] and Yashiro started to become friends and had a lot in common, making them even closer.

For whatever reason, [name] never failed to make Yashiro's heart skip a beat. “Yashiro-chan~!” [name] skipped over to her seat and grins sweetly. “Guess what~?”

“Yeah?” Yashiro asked, a little nervous on [name]'s closeness. “Do you need something?” she winced. [name] started to talk about what happened about her day as Yashiro listened on every word she says.

Voices from other classmates started to fade around her and Y/n's voice is the only thing Yashiro can hear. The cream haired girl watched her small movements such as tucking hair behind her ear and the way she smiles brighter than the moon.

Yashiro's heart started to pound inside her ribcage. Her cheeks suddenly warming at the longer she stared at [name] while her thoughts are racing. ‘I don't understand why [name]-chan isn't popular, I mean she's very pretty, kind and caring and...’

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small giggle from [name]'s lips. Yashiro could've fainted right there, her giggles are very endearing, oh how she wished she could make her laugh like that.

Yashiro had never felt this much romance from her previous crushes. Most of them came from pure admiration and looks, seems like [name] outshined all of them. Other than wanting to be like [name], she wanted to be with hers also.

“[name]-chan, what do you think about my legs, by the way?” Yashiro twiddled her fingers, her magenta eyes darting away from the pretty girl's direction. [name]'s expression turned soft, she tenderly wrapped her hands around Yashiro's. This made her heartbeat quicken and her whole face turned into a beautiful shade of vermillion. "Sorry for the sudden question though, I j-just wanted to k-know..."

"Your legs look fine to me, Yashiro-chan." [name] replied, reassuring her with the sweetest smile she could ever give to someone. “I think you are cute too...” she said.

“R-Really?” Yashiro lights up and beamed. [name] nodded sheepishly. The cream haired girl was swooning so hard, she felt like a leading lady in a kdrama with cherry blossoms all around. [name] went back to her seat, leaving Yashiro to fan her blushing face in between stutters. ‘[name]-chan, called me pretty...’

Its not everyday where someone calls you pretty, for Yashiro, its more like a one in a million moment and the compliment was from [name] herself. And Yashiro absolutely adores her for that.

Yashiro glances towards [name] across on where she was sitting. [name] was looking over to the window while her cheek is resting on top of her palm, admiring the falling cherry blossoms during spring. “I'm falling for you everyday...” she whispered under her breath with a pink color tinting her cheeks.

[name], a certain girl who is currently running around Yashiro's mind that night. The naivete couldn't stop thinking about her, she just got her first female crush. “[name]... why are you making me flustered...” she murmured against her pillows. Yashiro notices her hamster, Black Canyon, munching on a sunflower seed silently. “What should I do Black Canyon?”

Maybe she could write her feelings about [name] in her diary. Yashiro stood up and went over to her study desk to get her diary. She begins to write, wholeheartedly pouring out her love for [name].

“I want to hold her hand and whisk her away. I want her in my arms protectively. I wish we could be like feathers that softly fall for another. I want to feel your soft lips against mine. I wish you were mine...”

Yashiro sighed and slumped her shoulders with a flustered look on her face. She was too in love for [name] its driving her crazy. Who knew a girl who dreamed about a prince giving her a romantic fantasy dream would fall for a pretty and kind girl?

If only she was a guy, she blamed fate for being a girl who had fallen head over heels in love for [name]. Yet she feared a lot of things: What would [name] think about her sexuality and knew that she likes her? What if she starts to avoid her for it? It will be another rejection for Yashiro if that happened.

All Yashiro ever wanted, was to be together with [name]. The relationship where she can hold her hand, cuddling her in her arms, smothering kisses all over her face, she always wished to do that to [name].

Ring Ring!

Yashiro picked up the phone since it was her dear friend, Aoi, who was calling. She took a deep breath and answered. “Aoi...” she said.

“Good evening Nene-chan, I got bored and I decided to call you!” Aoi cheerfully said from the other line. Yashiro wanted to tell Aoi about her crush towards [name], yet she feared that Aoi is going to judge her for it. There's no way she could do that, right?

“Hey Aoi...” Yashiro held the phone near her ear, her hands slightly shaking because of nervousness. “There is something I want to tell you, please don't judge me for it...”

“You know you can tell me anything, Nene-chan.” Aoi assured her friend. Yashiro inhaled deeply, her cheeks warming up just by thinking about [name]. She was straight from the beginning yet she never saw it coming when she starts to fall for [name]. “So what is it you want to tell me?”

“There is someone I like...” Yashiro can feel herself getting hotter and hotter. ‘I never felt this gay towards someone, I swear...’

Aoi suddenly became excited and squealed slightly at her friend, she's a sucker for anything related to romance, she even fangirls in Yashiro's love life. “Was he an upperclassmen? Is he from another class or is he in our class?!”

Then, Yashiro finally told her. “Its from our class...” she paused to lick her lips and looked down on her feet, embarrassed that she's going to come out to Aoi. “And it's a her...”

“I have fallen...for [name]...” The cream haired girl admits. “And I really don't know how I came to love her, it's confusing me lately because I just really love her—”

“Kyaaa~!” Aoi squealed from the other line. Yashiro stopped from talking all of a sudden. “You're in love with [name]-chan? That's wonderful!”

“Y-You're okay with it?” Yashiro asked for confirmation, making sure that Aoi wasn't joking about it.

“Of course Nene-chan.” Aoi gleefully replies. “What do you like about [name]-chan?”

“She's very pretty Aoi...” Yashiro laid down on the bed and covered her eyes using the back of her arm. “Other than being pretty, she's kind, sweet and soft. There are times that I wished that she was my girlfriend but somehow I think it's impossible...”

“I don't even know if she likes girls...” Yashiro laughs bitterly. “Even if she does, she wouldn't like me back...”

Day by day, Yashiro's crush for [name] continued to grow. With her blushing and her heart racing whenever [name] comes around. She also seeks advice from Hanako on how to win [name]'s heart, he was weirded out on how Yashiro came from liking guys to girls but he shrugged it off and helped her.

Their first method was her sneaking flowers and letters inside [name]'s locker. Yashiro filled her letters with her adoration and love for [name], unbeknownst to herself that a certain someone sneaked behind her. “Yashiro-chan~!”

“Gyah!” Yashiro jolted up in surprise, turning around and saw that [name] was grinning sheepishly. The cream haired girl stopped all of a sudden, her heart started to race and her cheeks turning red. “[n-name]-chan?!”

“Ah, I didn't mean to startle you!” [name] stepped back and swatting her hands. Cute. Yashiro thought to herself, staring at her even more.

‘Nene, you're too in love with this cutie—I mean person!’ Yashiro yelled inside her mind. [name] tilted her head and smiled, giving her a slight wave before walking off. ‘What should I do?’

Should she confess to [name]? Would this affect their friendship after that? Yashiro lifted her head and looked at the cherry blossom tree across the window, at that moment she had her decision.

‘I'm going to confess to [name]!’

[name] was hiding behind the wall, clenching her chest as she sneaked glances from Yashiro who was talking to Aoi in a rushed manner. [name] smiled before leaving her hiding spot. “Aoi, what am I going to do?”

“Hmmm~” Aoi thinks for a moment as she pointed at the cherry blossom at the distance. “How about confessing to her under the cherry tree from outside?”

Yashiro blushed. Thinking about confessing to [name] was already nerve-wracking. The problem is the result of the confession, the answer lies whether she's going to be rejected or accepted. “Should I really do it, Aoi?”

“We won't know unless you try, Nene-chan.”

'Are you really going to confess again?' Yashiro's inner voice asks her. The second thoughts of hers kept echoing in her mind and then she blinked. All of the negative thoughts were gone. “I'll try!” Yashiro cheered and Aoi clapped her hands happily.

”You can do it Nene-chan!”

Yashiro finally made her decision, she's going to confess to [name] on the cherry tree outside their classroom. There's no turning back and she would rather do this than hiding her feelings forever.

“I can't tell [name]-chan to meet her by the cherry tree...” Yashiro teared up while shakily holding the love letter, she was too shy to ask her and [name] might take the hint that Yashiro was going to confess. “Oh well, there's no turning back now...” she tucked the letter inside [name]'s locker and ran off to the cherry blossom tree to wait for her.

[name] got out of the classroom minutes after Yashiro puts her letter. [name] went to her shoe locker to change her shoes, but when she opened the locker door, a letter fell out. ‘Hm? A letter?’ she raised the letter to her face and checked the sides. ‘I guess this is addressed to me...’

The [hair color] haired female puts the letter inside her bag. She quickly ran outside to the cherry blossom to see her admirer. [name] tilted her head in confusion to see Yashiro standing there. “Ah, Yashiro-san.” [name] scratched her cheek as she walked over to the cream haired girl. “I assume that you're the person whom I'm going to meet here, right?”

Yashiro saw [name]'s smile again, she can feel her apple cheeks burning again and her heart beating faster. “There's something I wanted to tell you, [name]-chan...” she said, her voice was slightly cracking.

A huge gust of wind blew over them, carrying the petals of the cherry blossom along with the sway of their hair. Yashiro clasps her hands together near her chest and shouted out her feelings. “I like you, [name]-chan!” Yashiro confessed with tears brimming out of her ruby eyes, betraying her straightness right there. “Please go out with me...”

[name] stood there speechless at Yashiro's confession, she assumed that the cream haired girl was attracted to prince-like males like Teru Minamoto. “B-But Yashiro-san, I'm just a normal girl.” [name] stuttered out. “I-I'm not like those prince charming that you always fantasize about!”

“So?” Yashiro asked in verge of tears. “Even if you're not those, I still like you despite of that!”

Yashiro couldn't handle this anymore and by the looks of it the confession wasn't running smoothly. Yashiro tried to runaway to hide her tears until [name] caught her hand. “Wait!” [name] yelled out.

[name] saw that Yashiro was crying after that confession. “Yashiro-san...” [name] gently holds her hand, preventing the cream haired girl from running away. “Don't go...” she croaked out.

“[name]...?” Yashiro stared at her, thinking why did [name] stop her from going. [name] teared up also, still holding Yashiro's hand with hers.

[name] mustered up a tearful smile and confessed also. “I have always liked you Yashiro-san...” she said.

Yashiro couldn't believe what [name] just said. Did she just say that she likes her too? [name] likes her back? Yashiro cried even more and smiled. “R-Really?”

“Mhmm.” [name] and Yashiro felt happy now that they both confessed that they liked each other. “It's true that I like you Yashiro-san, and I want to go out with you too.”

Yashiro immediately hugged [name] which the latter returned the affection. “I'm so glad.” Yashiro softly cried, the person she had a crush on is finally hers, it seemed impossible that [name] would like her back, but the supernaturals lingering around the school looked so real, then maybe anything is possible after all.

Yashiro and [name] pecked each others lips, pulling away with a smile now that they shared their kiss. “Nene-chan, wanna go on a date this Saturday?” [name] suggests.

“Of course.” Yashiro laced their fingers together as they walked back to their houses. This is one of the fantasies that Yashiro had dreamed of, being [name]'s girlfriend. There's nothing more she can ask for other than this realistic serenity she's feeling right now.

[indigobackfire]

HPHM MC Profile ✧

Indigo Silverwood

“ Getting near you is like stretching my hand into an open flame. I know I’ll burn myself, yet I crave the heat. ”

Nicknames: Indie. Didi (only by family). Silverwood. Silvie (by people who don't bother learning her name).

Gender: Female.

Birthday: 6th of March, 1973.

Born: Edinburgh, Scotland.

Mother: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood - Half-blood, Ravenclaw, English.

Father: Palmer Silverwood - Pureblood, Slytherin, Scottish.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Phoenix Nobleworth Silverwood (b. 1973) - Phoenix was adopted after the death of his parents when he was just a couple of months old.

Ethnicity: Scottish, English, (probably with some Spanish roots).

Sexuality: Straight.

MBTI Type: ENFP-A

Blood Status: Half-blood (by her muggle grandmother on her mother's side).

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor.

Appearance

Eyes: Naturally yellow/golden/amber (nobody knows why, since their parent’s eyes are brown) but both hers and Jacob's eyes are like this). She wears glasses for her Astigmatism.

Hair: Naturally dark brown, but she asked her mother to turn it red when she turned 8 and doesn't plan on undoing it any soon.

• She’s average tall and reasonably strong build, honey-brown skin littered with scars from venturing with the vaults and being freaking attacked by dark wizards, big hands and feet due to her height. A large chest that grows at once in her 4th year (”Everybody's starring, Rowan!”).

• She keeps her nails short. Her makeup is often down to just some lipstick (mascara smudges her glasses, eye shadow irritates her eyes), her hair is often long wavy and fluffed for extra volume. She often smells like coconut oil from all the creams her mother insisted she used.

• She looks a lot like her father which gives her a rather rough look - like a handsome but wild animal - yet has enough of her mother’s attributes to be considered attractive and poise if well-groomed.

Magical Aspects

1st Wand: Red Oak wood with Dragon Heartstring core, 12″, pliable. "The true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect dueling wand. Its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive spells, and a good person to have beside in a fight." Indigo had good times with her red oak wand but as the years went by, her emotions start affecting the wand's efficiency. The wand would bleed a glowing red light in moments of extreme physical or emotional pain and become extremely unstable.

2nd Wand: Beechwood with Thestral hair core, 13", rigid flexibility. "The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond their years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation." Indigo has a hard time adapting to her new wand, it's stubborn to her spells and acts upon its own will especially considering its unusual and unstable core, Thestral hair, which is of unknown habilities, except for its use in the mythical, Elder wand. Her wand is one of a kind which is why she has to adapt her abilities to match the wand's requirements. Despite all, it's a remarkable instrument for undoing curses/spells and detecting danger.

Animagus: Somali cat. She's already certain she wants to be a cat animagus - harmless, of easy blend, and enables an approach to humans -, but decides for the Somali breed, during the process, for its sumptuous golden fur and agility.

Patronus: Kangaroo, for its fighting spirit and family values, not to mention its strength. (In-game it's the Abraxan, but only because I thought it would be cool.)

Patronus memory: (During the first times) Her first Quidditch match, not just because they won but because everyone she loves from Hogwarts was there, and she got to cheer their victory together. (Later years) Her family gathering for hot cocoa during a rainy night with Jacob with them.

Abilities: Legilimency, and great emotional influence over magic (Don't get her frightened or angry or she will blow you up).

Boggart:  Her boggart changes constantly - she can't decide if it's either because she overcame the old fears, or if the new ones toppled those, creating a pile of fears. And since the new DADA teacher is always teaching Riddikulus again and again, the famous curse-breaker is always the most awaited in the line.

Jacob, eyes dark and musty, clothes covered in blood, someone's blood. He walks to her and slowly raises his sleeve, the Death mark is craved deep in his flesh and it glows. Behind him, it rises the Dark Lord.

Riddikulus: He turns into a younger version of himself from a photograph she recalls laughing about with her mom (he's running wearing a loaded diaper, crazy hair, rosy cheeks).

For a while is someone in a cloak threatening to cast the killing curse over her friends, whispering each of their names like a snake but she's frozen unable to stop them.

Riddikulus: The cloak falls to reveal a bunch of gnomes piled up wearing wigs and makeup.

For another, very realistic corpses of all of her friends spread at her feet, a dark wizard across from her, it's over and there isn't anything she can do to save them anymore - it was a grim day in DADA, but they all wanted to see it didn't they?

Riddikulus: This is the one time she fails to defeat a boggart, letting the horrible scene consume her, she falls to her knees defeated, and even after Rakepick's shouting, when she tries to cast the spell, it fails again and again.

This last boggart came to show everyone around her how truly terrified she was, not for her own life, but for that of those around her. How despite the confidence she was constantly displaying, in reality, she was afraid she couldn't save them from whatever was trying to get her.

Amortentia: Her Amortentia smells like Jacob's cologne — which he used to borrow from their father which is why she recalls so easily —, fresh Catnip ever since she became an animagus, bakings just out of the oven — extra intensity if there's chocolate involved, and freshly washed sweaters (from hugging Barney and the Weasleys).

Mirror of Erised: She's under the shadow of a tree, Jacob on one side along with Phoenix and Aspen, Barnaby's head resting on her lap, Rowan by her side, and Orion for some reason. They're laughing and reading books, it's an eternal spring afternoon.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Sphynx cat, Mocca, a brown and white rat, Franccesca, and (later in her Hogwarts years) a Great Horned owlet, Plum.

Things she always carries with her: Her wand (duh), a handmade Gryffindor bracelet that used to belong to Jacob, the Handbook of Magical Theory, a handful of peppermints, a pouch with some money, a flask of Wideye potion, some Murtlap Essence, and a family photo during Christmas of 1980.

Lucky Amulets: She has a dream catcher made by Phoenix from feathers he shed during transformations and a "broken" knight from Murphy's chessboard who decided to leave the game for good and now sleeps on Indigo's nightstand with its horse, she likes stroking the horse the night before every Quidditch match

Best Friends

Her brother, Phoenix, takes the crown in matter of importance because, well, they're siblings who grew up practically like twins, but their relationship deserves their own detailing.

Rowan has got to be the first. Not only they share the same adventurous nerdy spirit, but Rowan also is the one to stick around even when everything is dark and uncertain and Indigo's popularity plummets. Indigo is always excited to hear whatever Rowan has to say - most times about books or Bill Weasley - and she's rarely fazed by the weird things Rowan does.

Murphy McNully is a close second, having officially met in the middle of her second year, they're both still fresh in a matter of friendships which allows them to open up, both in desperate need of company and support. He's often a companion in the girl's library and common room study sessions and sits with them during meals.

Charlie Weasley has her heart and soul from the moment they first speak during year one, but it actually takes a while until they form any real bond, which begins after he finds out she has been seeking his brother's help to search for the cursed vaults.

Ben is a friend she cherishes deeply but often finds it hard to break through his protective shell which makes him feel distant even when he opens up to her. Unlike her friends, she grows more liking towards Ben after he has his change in personality, as he feels more open about himself.

Chiara is a friend she deeply appreciates for her courage in reaching out for her help in times of need and trusting her with her secret. In Marauder fashion, she likes keeping an eye on her on the nights of full moon - which is good to train her cat tree climbing. They often have afternoon tea together and she teaches Indigo useful healing spells.

Andre and Indigo didn't have a great start, as she thought of him as arrogant and inconsiderate, and he thought she was careless and selfish. But when she helps him with a transfiguration mishap during their 3rd year when he was trying to be creative - and the reason he now has a two-headed cat - they start opening up to each other and begin a friendship. He's a good friend to confide in about the mundane aspects of her life and Quidditch intrigues.

Orion means to her more than she can put into words. Not only he is her team captain, but also a dear friend whom she turns to in times of emotional instability cause she knows he'll be the one to successfully help her clear her mind. They enjoy each other's company even if they don't have anything interesting to say. They sit together during every Divination class for as long as the subject goes.

She has no "rivals" as she finds that sort of labeling quite petty, but would definitely punch Emily Tyler on the stomach and perhaps Face Paint kid for all his eavesdropping.

She has an easier time bonding with her fellow Gryffindors since they spend most of their time together in classes, lunch, and hanging around in the common room.

Dormmates: She and Rowan got placed in a room for three people, as the ones for five were already full, along with a girl called Tanya. But at the beginning of their 4th year, they find out she has bailed out to another dorm room claiming they 1. Snort and speak in their sleep on a regular basis, 2. Will eventually endanger her with their cursed vault shenanigans, 3. Will get her killed - which, spoilers, actually happens, oops. So they basically have the dorm for themselves.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Potions

Flying

DADA

Magical Theory

Least Favorite:

Transfiguration

History of Magic

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Kettleburn. Despite CoMC not being on her top favorite subjects, she enjoys her time in his classes and reminds her of her grandfather on her father's side who's a highlander wizard.

Least Favorite: Binns. Just retire you old man!

Quidditch Position: Chaser. Despite enjoying her time as Gryffindor's beater, she notices the position takes a toll on her physical wellbeing, having to carry a heavy bat and being injured by bludgers more times than she can keep track of. So she returns to her chaser position after a year.

Favorite Team: Montrose Magpies. She never had an interest in Quidditch before she began playing but decided to pick a team to support. Of course, it had to be a Scottish team and settles for MM because of professor McGonagall who's also a supporter.

She's not indigo's face claim, but it's hard to find good red-haired characters out there.

I guess I'll leave her background and history for another post since it interweaves very tightly with her sibling. And since I'm still exploring her story.

Well this is just an intro to my beloved MC