#you can’t demand a game developer do something they don’t care about

[padawansuggest]

You know what? Every time I see a cozy gamer on tiktok who’s upset that all cozy games involve farming???? I just get so mad. Not because I don’t think there should be variation, there def should. But. Not all games are meant for you. Maybe actually try looking for the millions of cozy games that don’t involve farming and just. Don’t bother with the ones that do??? Because I PROMISE you they outweigh the farming sims. Leave those ones to those of us that like them. It’s okay if you don’t like them just don’t bother???? Most of these are made by people who love the games they’re making. They like their own games. It’s not some marvel movie that’s supposed to be enjoyed by all, it’s an indie film that’s got its own audience and the actors or director loves it.

Now, you can say ‘I would like it if there was a cozy gamer tiktoker who focused on games without farming’ but even still, you can’t hate on the ones that do??? You have to uplift the ones that don’t. Or become one. Sorry, but not all content is made For You.

And it’s not even an issue where people are getting annoyed and hating on it. You tell me that game is a farming sim with X-storyline (witches, alchemists, islands, magic, whatever, that’s all chill) and I’m instantly adding it to my wishlist. Clearly, it’s something for some of us. Hand me a game with foraging, farming and mining? Yes gimme. (I personally hate fishing in literally all games lmao, I will suffer through it but it’s so boring, but even then???? I ain’t gonna complain lmao.)

What I’m saying is that games are typically a personal love from the creators. The creators usually love them too. Like if you talk to the creator of Stardew he CLEARLY adores the game. Indie gaming artists are passion creators.

So stop shitting on their work just because you dislike the genre. If you’re tired of not having cozy gamer tiktokers who focus on non-farming sims, either put up or shut up. You can’t just change the content of someone else’s work because you hate it enough.

Hate to say it buddy, but you aren’t going to get change by shitting on something you hate. You get change through creation, not complaining about things that aren’t hurting anyone but you just don’t like the content of.

[iamthesilentwriter]

In Shadows We Meet

Draco Malfoy x Weasley!Fem!Reader

Summary: You know you’re not meant to, but you do. You and Draco have been secretly dating since the summer. What happens when your secret relationship is almost exposed? Or, the one where Ginny finds out.

Warnings: slight angst, some kissing

Authors Note: Hello! Sorry, I've ghosted you all. I have started/been writing a Marauders Era High School Foster Care AU, centered around Regulus and Sirius Black, over on AO3, under 'iamthesilentwriter'. It has literally become my newest hyperfixation and I've been really enjoying writing it. That doesn't mean I've completely stopped writing over here on tumblr, it's just posts will occur (hopefully) once every month, maybe more if I have multiple ideas. Thank you all for all your patience, and please enjoy my first Draco x reader oneshot!!

Word Count: 6,878

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Being Ginny’s twin is like living in the world’s worst nightmare. 

Your mother only wanted one daughter, so when she found out she was having twins, she wasn’t particularly thrilled. And if she had to have two, why couldn’t they at least be the same? 

You and Ginny are complete opposites. She is funny, outgoing, charismatic, while you are the polar opposite. You’re quiet, anxious, and observant. She thrives in the spotlight, while you prefer the shadows. Where Ginny rushes into adventure with reckless excitement, you hesitate, overthink, and hold yourself back. It has always been that way.

So, it was a surprise—even to yourself—when you started developing feelings for a certain boy your family despises. 

Draco Malfoy.

He gets you in all the ways your family cannot. He understands things about you that even you don’t understand. The way silence isn’t always loneliness, how words aren’t always necessary, how there is strength in restraint. 

You weren’t sure when it started—maybe it was the stolen glances across the Great Hall or the times you found yourself unconsciously searching for him in a crowd. But if you had to pinpoint the moment you truly met, it would be in Potions.

He’s fairly good at Potions, you are absolutely not. You were barely scraping by and the end of last year, and Professor Snape—never one to waste his time on hopeless cases—paired you with Draco for tutoring. 

A Malfoy and a Weasley. The irony of it wasn’t lost on you.

"You’re quiet today."

Ginny’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as she flops down beside you in the Gryffindor common room, her gaze sharp and searching.

"I’m always quiet," you mutter, staring into the flickering fire.

Ginny snorts. "Yeah, but this is different. You’re brooding. You only do that when something’s on your mind." She nudges your arm. "Spill."

You hesitate, your fingers tightening around the hem of your sleeve. Ginny knows you too well. But telling her? That’s a dangerous game.

Because if she ever found out the truth—about Draco, about everything—you’re not sure she’d ever forgive you.

You’re not sure if anyone in your family would ever forgive you. 

Sure, your eldest brothers—Bill, Charlie, and maybe even Percy—might forgive you. Considering the fact that they’ve always been more accepting, more willing to see beyond the surface. But Ron? The twins? Even your mum and dad?

You can almost picture their faces, a mix of disbelief and betrayal. Loving a Malfoy, of all people. It would be like tearing apart the very fabric of what it means to be a Weasley.

Ginny nudges you again, harder this time. “Hey, don’t go drifting off on me. What’s going on?”

You force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. “It’s nothing, Ginny.”

Her eyes narrow, and you know she doesn’t believe you for a second. “It’s not nothing. You’ve been weird for weeks now. Even Mum noticed.”

Your heart sinks. Of course your mum noticed. Molly Weasley has a sixth sense for when something is off with her children. It’s only a matter of time before she corners you, demanding answers you can’t give.

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” you finally say, the words tasting half-true. “Schoolwork, you know?”

Ginny raises an eyebrow, her skepticism palpable. “You’ve never worried about schoolwork before. Even when you were failing Potions, you didn’t look this stressed.”

You wince at the mention of Potions, the memory of Draco’s steady gaze and patient explanations flooding your mind. How his fingers brushed yours when passing a vial, how his rare, soft smiles were like secrets shared only with you.

“Come on,” Ginny presses, her tone softer now, almost pleading. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m your sister.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation and trust. She’s your sister—your other half, your constant. But this? This is something you’re not sure you can ever share with her.

“I know, Gin,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “But some things are just… hard to explain.”

Ginny watches you for a moment, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. Finally, she sighs, leaning back against the couch. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But just—don’t shut me out, okay?”

You nod, the guilt pressing down on your chest. “I won’t.”

But as you glance back into the fire, the flickering flames seem to mock you with their restless dance. Because deep down, you know that as long as Draco Malfoy remains your secret, there will always be a part of you that Ginny—and the rest of your family—will never truly know.

It’s not like you want to keep your relationship with Draco a secret. It’s the fact that you have to. If his father ever found out about the two of you, he most likely would be disowned… or worse.

Draco started sending you cryptic letters the second summer started. It was your way of communication. Every letter was written in a carefully crafted code, disguised as harmless, impersonal conversation. 

To anyone else, they would seem like the ramblings of two bored students discussing Potions and Quidditch. But hidden between the words were secret messages, phrases only the two of you understood.

You remember the moment you realized what he was really saying. 

The first letter had been vague, almost like a test. “The potion ingredients you mentioned… I think they have more meaning than you realize.” You had been confused at first, rereading the words over and over until something clicked. He wasn’t talking about Potions at all.

And then the flowers started arriving.

At first, you thought they were a mistake, but no one in your family ever mentioned them. They would appear outside your window at The Burrow, tied with silver ribbon. A single stem at a time—deliberate, chosen with care.

You had to buy a book on flowers just to understand what they meant.

A blue cornflower—hope and anticipation. A white camellia—you’re adorable. A red tulip—declaration of love.

That was the one that made your heart stop.

That was the one that changed everything.

You kept every single one, hidden away in an old box under your bed. Pressed between pages of books, tucked into letters you never sent back. Proof that, for the first time, someone saw you. Not just as Ginny’s twin. Not just as another Weasley. But as you.

The fire crackles beside you, but your mind is elsewhere. With him.

“I’m going for a walk,” you say suddenly, standing from the couch.

Ginny frowns, tilting her head. “Now?”

You nod, grabbing your cloak. “Yeah. I just need some air.”

She watches you for a moment, as if trying to decipher something unspoken, but eventually sighs. “Alright. Don’t stay out too late.”

You murmur a quiet “I won’t” before slipping out of the common room, your heartbeat steady but quickening.

The castle is quiet at this hour, most students tucked away in their dormitories. You keep your footsteps light, making your way through familiar corridors, down winding staircases, until you reach the spot.

A small, tucked-away alcove near the entrance to the dungeons. A place no one ever pays attention to.

And he’s already there.

Draco leans against the stone wall, arms crossed, his pale hair illuminated by the dim torchlight. The moment he sees you, his expression softens.

“You’re late,” he murmurs, but there’s no bite in his tone.

You step closer, barely suppressing a smile. “I had to be careful.”

He studies you for a moment before reaching into his pocket, pulling out something small. When he extends his hand, your breath catches.

A flower.

A pink carnation.

I’ll never forget you.

You take it carefully, fingers brushing against his. Neither of you speaks for a moment, the silence filled with everything unsaid.

And then, softly, he says, “I missed you.”

Your fingers tighten around the delicate stem of the flower, your heart beating a little too fast. It’s ridiculous, really. You’ve met Draco here more times than you can count, exchanged letters all summer, deciphered secret messages meant only for you. And yet, every time, the sight of him makes you feel like you’re standing on the edge of something vast and terrifying.

His stormy grey eyes hold yours, searching, like he’s trying to commit every detail of your face to memory. Then, before you can process what’s happening, he leans in—just slightly, just enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the scent of expensive cologne and parchment and something unmistakably Draco.

And then, softly, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

It’s brief—chaste, even—but it leaves your skin burning.

You’re sure he can hear your heartbeat. It’s embarrassingly loud in your ears.

You swallow hard, staring down at the pink carnation still nestled between your fingers. Your voice is barely above a whisper when you finally say it.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Draco exhales, like he’s been holding his breath, and when you dare to glance up at him, there’s something unbearably tender in his expression. Like you’re something precious. Like you matter.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. The castle is silent around you, the dim torchlight flickering against the cold stone walls. The world beyond these walls doesn’t exist. Not your family, not his, not the expectations, not the war that lingers in hushed whispers in the halls.

Just this. Just him.

Draco reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours, hesitant but certain.

“You know,” he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, “one day, I’d like to do that properly.”

Your breath hitches, heat rushing to your face as you look away. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. Just fondness. Just the quiet kind of happiness you’re not sure you’ve ever had before.

You don’t say it, but you think it. I hope I’ll always be here.

It’s not some act of defiance you are trying to display. And, yes, you are aware of the fact that Draco has been nothing but horrible towards your family.

But he’s changed.

He’s stepped back. He’s stopped saying nasty things, he’s stopped bullying others, he’s stopped being… that person.

And, maybe, you had something to do with it. You don’t think Draco would ever admit it, though—however true it is.

You lean against the cold stone wall of your usual meeting spot, a quiet alcove near the entrance to the dungeons, just out of sight. It’s late, and the castle is hushed with the weight of the sleeping students inside it. You’ve just finished your prefect rounds, and exhaustion lingers in your limbs, but the anticipation of seeing him keeps you awake.

You think back to the first time you truly met him—not in passing in the halls, not in the context of family rivalry, but really met him.

Fourth year. Potions tutoring.

He had been annoyed at first, at Snape for forcing him to help a Weasley, at you for being so hopeless with brewing. You remember the sharp remarks, the condescending sighs. But you also remember the moment something shifted—that first time you understood something because of the way he explained it, the way his expression changed when he realized you weren’t as dull as he thought.

And now, here you are.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. You barely have time to react before Draco steps into the alcove, his familiar scent washing over you—cologne, parchment, something distinctly him.

He doesn’t hesitate.

His hand finds your waist, drawing you close, and before you can say a word, his lips are on yours.

It’s still new, this thing between you—the kisses, the way he touches you with something close to reverence—but it’s welcome.

Your breath stutters, but you melt into him easily, your arms winding around his neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair, soft and fair between your fingers, and he hums—a sound of quiet contentment that makes your heart swell.

When you finally pull back, your face warm, you barely manage a shy, “Hi.”

Draco doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, his thumb brushing slow circles against your waist. “Hello,” he murmurs, his voice lower than usual, like he doesn’t want to disturb the fragile moment between you.

You stay there, pressed against him, basking in the rare peace of just being. No expectations, no secrets to keep, no families to disappoint—just the two of you.

Then, after a long silence, he speaks.

“I think my mother knows.”

You freeze. Your entire body tenses in his hold, but Draco doesn’t let go.

You pull back just enough to look at him, your hands still resting against his shoulders. Your voice is barely above a whisper when you ask, “Not about us?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “But… I think she knows I’ve been seeing someone.”

You swallow, trying to push past the lump forming in your throat. Of course she knows. Narcissa Malfoy is no fool. If anyone would notice the changes in Draco—the way he sneaks away, the way he seems lighter somehow—it would be her.

“How?” you whisper.

Draco sighs, running a hand through his hair. “She asked me the other day if there was ‘a girl’ I was spending time with. She was… careful with her words, but she knows me too well.” He pauses, his gaze searching yours. “I didn’t confirm anything, obviously, but she knows.”

You nod slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“What do you think she’ll do?”

Draco is quiet for a moment, his grip on you tightening slightly. Then, with surprising certainty, he says, “Nothing.”

Your brows furrow. “Nothing?”

“She’s not like my father,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “She’s never cared about blood status the way he does. She wouldn’t approve, not openly, but… she wouldn’t stop me either.”

You exhale, a slow, measured breath. It’s not reassurance, not entirely, but it’s enough.

Draco watches you carefully, then leans in again, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I won’t let anyone take this from me,” he whispers against your skin.

And for now, that promise is enough.

But that promise doesn’t last long.

You’ve been agitated. Studying for the O.W.L.s is no joke.

Draco has been understanding in every way that matters.

He doesn’t complain when you’re too exhausted to sneak away as often as you used to. He doesn’t sulk when your letters become shorter, your handwriting rushed. Instead, he presses a kiss to your forehead when you do meet, tells you to take care of yourself, and reminds you—without words—that he’s still here.

But you haven’t been as careful.

You tell yourself it’s because you’re tired, distracted, too busy to think about every step you take. But deep down, you know it’s more than that. You’ve let your guard slip, just a little.

You’re just finishing up your meeting with Draco now, his hands warm on your waist as he lingers, reluctant to let go. He presses one last kiss to your lips, slow and lingering, before murmuring, “Go. Before someone catches us.”

You nod, exhaling softly, before slipping away from him.

The castle is quiet as you make your way back, the corridors dimly lit with flickering torches. You let yourself relax, just slightly, as you turn a corner—

And walk straight into someone.

You stumble back, heart leaping to your throat, and when you look up, panic surges through your veins like ice.

Ginny.

She crosses her arms, her brows furrowed. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you all over.”

Your mind races. Does she know?

You force yourself to stay calm, to school your features into something neutral. “Oh. Sorry, I was just—”

Ginny’s eyes narrow, scanning you, and you realize with horror that your lips are probably still a little swollen, your hair a bit mussed.

Think. Say something.

“You were just what?” she presses.

You swallow hard. “I—uh—prefect rounds. I lost track of time.”

Ginny doesn’t look convinced. “Really?”

Your stomach churns. You’ve been slipping up, you know you have. And now, with your sister standing in front of you, suspicion written all over her face, you’re not sure if you can lie your way out of this one.

“Uh-huh. Yep,” you say, nodding a little too quickly.

Ginny raises an eyebrow. She doesn’t have to say anything—the look on her face is enough.

“Sure you were,” she says, and then, with a tilt of her head, she adds, “but you’ve still got an hour.”

Your stomach drops. She caught me in my lie.

“Uhhh,” you stammer, scrambling for something—anything—to say. But your mind is completely blank.

Ginny watches you, her expression unreadable. Then, just as your panic reaches its peak, she does something unexpected.

She loops her arm through yours and starts walking, dragging you along toward the Gryffindor common room.

You blink, caught off guard, but let her lead you without resistance. The silence between you is thick, almost suffocating. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you’re not sure if it’s from the near-disaster you just avoided or the fear that Ginny isn’t done questioning you yet.

Then, after a beat, she finally speaks.

“You have a boyfriend?”

You sigh, shoulders sagging. There’s no use denying it.

“…Kind of.”

Ginny hums. “How long?”

You hesitate. Then, quietly, you admit, “Since summer.”

She nods, as if that makes sense, then glances at you again. “Is it… Michael Corner?”

You shake your head. “No.”

Ginny nods again, almost thoughtfully. “Huh. He’s been acting weird lately too.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you keep your mouth shut, hoping she’ll drop the subject.

No such luck.

“What year is he in?”

You hesitate for half a second before answering. “…Sixth.”

Ginny hums. “Is he in Gryffindor?”

You shake your head.

She exhales, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “Are you gonna tell me who he is?”

You swallow. “I’m… not ready for anyone to know.”

Ginny studies you for a long moment, then nods, squeezing your arm gently. “I understand.”

You reach the Fat Lady’s portrait, and Ginny mutters the password. As the portrait swings open and you step inside, you can’t shake the unease curling in your stomach.

I’ve got to be more careful.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

You didn’t mean to get upset with Draco.

But you did.

It had been a stupid argument, one that shouldn’t have escalated the way it did. You can still hear the sharp edge in your own voice, the way Draco’s expression had hardened, his frustration evident as he raked a hand through his hair.

“Why are you acting like this?” he had asked, voice laced with exasperation.

You had crossed your arms, your own irritation bubbling over. “I don’t know, Draco. Maybe because I’m exhausted? Because I have a thousand things to do and I can’t afford to get caught sneaking off every night?”

His jaw had clenched. “I never asked you to.”

And that—that—had been what set you off.

“Right. Of course you didn’t. But it’s still me risking everything, isn’t it?” you had snapped.

Draco’s expression had flickered—hurt flashing across his features so quickly you almost doubted it was ever there. But then his face had gone cold, distant.

“I didn’t realize I was such a burden.”

You had opened your mouth to say something—anything—but he had already taken a step back.

“I’ll give you space,” he had said, voice quieter now. “Since I’m clearly just making things harder for you.”

And then he had left.

That was nearly two weeks ago.

You haven’t spoken since.

It’s now the Christmas holidays, and you haven’t received a single letter from him. Not even the smallest, coded note. You’ve debated whether or not to send him something, but every time you pick up a quill, doubt creeps in.

What if he doesn’t want to hear from you?

So, you don’t write. And you’re miserable.

You’re snappish with everyone, your temper shorter than usual, your patience wearing thin over the smallest things. It’s only a matter of time before someone calls you out on it.

That someone, unsurprisingly, is Ginny.

She storms into your room one evening, arms crossed, her expression set.

“Alright, enough,” she says, planting herself in front of you. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You glare at her from where you sit on your bed, arms wrapped around your knees. “Nothing.”

Ginny scoffs. “Oh, please. You’ve been in a mood since we got home. Snapping at everyone, storming around like you’re about to hex the next person who breathes wrong—”

“I have not—”

“Yes, you have,” she interrupts, eyes flashing. “And I’m sick of it. You’re not telling me something, and I want to know what.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but the lump in your throat is too thick. Instead, to your absolute horror, your vision starts to blur.

Ginny’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of your tears, but she doesn’t back down. If anything, she crosses her arms tighter, her stance firm.

“Oh,” she says, her voice quieter now. But there’s still frustration beneath it, an unwillingness to let this go. “So there is something wrong.”

You shake your head quickly, blinking hard, trying to push back the sting in your eyes. “It’s— it’s nothing, Ginny.”

She scoffs. “Bullshit.”

You flinch, and Ginny exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair.

“You know, I’ve been patient with you,” she says, voice clipped, pacing at the foot of your bed. “We all have. We all thought, maybe, you just needed some space. But you’ve been awful to everyone lately. You barely talk to me, you snap at Mum every time she asks you something, you completely shut down whenever someone even tries to—”

“I said I’m fine,” you snap, but it comes out shakier than you intended.

Ginny whirls around, her brown eyes narrowing. “No, you’re not. And I don’t get why you won’t just tell me what’s going on! I’m your twin, remember? The person who’s supposed to know when something’s wrong? But you won’t even let me in.”

Her words hit like a punch to the chest, and the weight of everything crashes over you all at once.

You suck in a sharp breath, but it’s like you can’t breathe. Your hands grip at your knees, your entire body going rigid as the pressure in your chest tightens, and suddenly—

The tears spill over.

You don’t mean to. You don’t want to. But once it starts, you can’t stop.

Ginny freezes. “Oh.”

Your shoulders shake, and you press the heels of your palms against your eyes, trying to will the sobs back down.

Ginny hesitates for half a second before sitting down beside you, her voice softer now. “Hey…”

You shake your head, still unable to speak.

The bed shifts slightly as Ginny shifts closer. “Look, I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just—” She sighs. “Talk to me. Please.”

“It’s stupid.”

Ginny sits on the bed beside you. “It’s clearly not.”

You exhale shakily, willing yourself to get a grip. But your voice is small when you finally admit, “I messed things up.”

Ginny stays quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You pick at a loose thread on your sleeve, carefully keeping details vague. “I got into an argument with… someone. And now, I think I’ve lost him.”

There’s a pause. Then, something shifts in Ginny’s expression. It’s like something clicks.

“…You’re in love with him.”

You freeze.

The words send a jolt through you, your breath catching in your throat.

Love.

You hadn’t— You weren’t—

Except… you are, aren’t you?

Your heart pounds, your entire body going still. You think of Draco—his sharp wit, his rare smiles, the way he looks at you like you’re something worth holding onto. You think of his hands at your waist, the warmth of his touch, the quiet, careful way he had let you set the pace.

You think of how much it hurts to be apart from him.

“…Oh,” you whisper.

Ginny’s expression softens. “Yeah,” she says. “Oh.”

You swallow past the sudden lump in your throat.

Ginny nudges your shoulder gently. “You should write to him.”

You hesitate.

“Apologize,” she says. “Talk to him.”

You nod slowly. “Yeah… yeah, I think I will.”

Ginny smiles, standing up and stretching. “Good.” Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she adds, “And whoever this boy is, if he starts treating you badly, let me know, and I’ll handle it.”

A surprised laugh bursts out of you. “I’m sure you will.”

Ginny smirks. “Damn right.”

And then, with one last knowing look, she leaves you alone with your thoughts.

You take a deep breath, then pull out parchment and ink.

You hesitate only for a moment before pressing the quill to the page.

My Knight,

I’m sorry.

I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was stressed, and I took it out on you, and that wasn’t fair.

You are not a burden. Not even close. If anything, you’re the only thing keeping me sane. I’ve missed you, more than I can put into words. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but I needed to say this.

Please write back.

Love,

Your Supernova 

You stare at the letter for a long moment before folding it carefully.

Then, heart pounding, you seal it and set it aside to send in the morning.

You wake up with the same knot of anxiety in your stomach, the one that’s been twisting ever since you sent Draco the letter yesterday. Your thoughts race, each one a worst-case scenario. What if he doesn’t reply? What if he’s angry with you? What if he never wants to speak to you again? The questions swirl like a storm in your head, and despite the bright December morning outside, the world feels impossibly heavy. You try to push them away, but they cling to you, relentless.

It’s already noon when you hear the soft knock on your door. You’re not expecting anyone, but you know immediately what it is. Your heart leaps in your chest. Ginny’s standing there, holding a letter, and the panic hits you again like a wave.

"Here you go," she says, her tone light, but the knowing look in her eyes makes it clear that she senses your unease. She offers you the letter with a small smile, not hiding the fact that she knows how much this means to you.

Your hand shakes as you reach for the letter. "Ginny," you murmur, voice barely a whisper, "I can’t."

She watches you with a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You’re freaking out over a letter? Relax, sis."

"I—" You try to steady your breath, but your hands are trembling too much to be still. You want to tell her that it’s more than just a letter—that this could change everything. But the words don’t come. "What if—"

She cuts you off, her hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "Look, if it’ll help, I can read it for you."

Your eyes widen at the idea. "No!" You grab the letter from her hand, clutching it to your chest. "I want to read it myself."

Ginny laughs softly, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. Take your time.” She watches you with a mix of amusement and something more—concern, maybe. Her gaze lingers, but she doesn’t push, letting you have your moment.

With a deep breath, you rip open the envelope. The sound of it seems too loud in the quiet room. Your heart beats in your throat as you pull the letter out. The parchment is thick, the edges slightly curled from the fold. The familiar scent of ink and parchment fills your senses, but it's the feeling in your chest that’s the hardest to bear. The anxiety. The dread. The hope.

You unfold the letter, feeling the smooth paper against your fingertips, and begin to read:

Dear Supernova,

I’m sorry for not replying sooner. I’ve been thinking about everything you said, and I’ve realized that I shouldn’t have been so distant. You didn’t deserve that.

I don’t know where things are headed between us, but I want to see where it goes. I’ll do better, I promise. You’re worth more than the way I acted.

I’ve missed you.

Love,

Your Knight.

Your heart softens as you read his words, the relief flooding in with each line. It’s not as bad as you feared. In fact, it’s better than you’d hoped. The knot in your stomach begins to loosen, and you let out a shaky breath. For a brief moment, everything feels right again. He’s trying.

But then, something else catches your eye. A small, dried flower slips from the letter. You pick it up carefully, fingers brushing the lavender petals. It’s vibrant even in its pressed state, a perfect wild lavender, curled and fragrant, its purple hue still bright. The meaning of lavender strikes you instantly—devotion.

You smile softly at the gesture. It’s personal, thoughtful. Something Draco would do, if he was truly trying.

Your attention shifts again as something else falls from the letter—a piece of jewelry. You gasp softly, and Ginny leans forward as she notices it too.

You pick up the necklace gently, your fingers skimming the cool silver chain. It’s delicate yet sturdy, not too heavy but unmistakably expensive. The pendant is a small, intricate locket, polished to perfection, gleaming in the soft light of your room. You turn it over in your hands, admiring the fine craftsmanship.

It’s engraved with delicate swirls, floral patterns wrapping around the edges. When you open it, you find two tiny spaces, perfect for small photos. Your heart tightens as you wonder—did Draco have this made just for you? Or had he kept it all this time, waiting for the right moment to give it away?

A folded note slips from the locket, and you unfold it with trembling fingers.

Merry Christmas.

It’s Draco’s handwriting, neat and precise, though a little more formal than you’d expect for a casual holiday message. You smile at the simplicity of it, the warmth of the words, and yet, something unsettles you. Was he truly thinking of you when he wrote it, or was he just trying to smooth things over?

Ginny doesn’t give you much time to ponder. She snatches the necklace from your hand and inspects it, eyes wide in awe. “Ooooh, wow. This is gorgeous.” Her fingers glide over the pendant. “And… really expensive.”

You laugh nervously, your voice barely a whisper. “I—he didn’t have to—”

She holds it up to the light, her eyes glittering. "I don’t care what he had to do. This is way beyond what I’d expect from a… guy like him." She glances at you, raising an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the expensive gift.

You smile softly but it’s bittersweet. You’re not used to receiving gifts like this—not from anyone, especially not from someone like Draco. You glance back down at the letter, reading his words again, feeling the weight of them. I’ll do better, I promise. You trace the edges of the necklace absently, your chest tightening again.

Ginny stands there for a moment, watching you quietly. The room falls silent as you let the words sink in. But Ginny isn’t done yet.

She sets the necklace down carefully and gives you a sharp, knowing look. “So, is everything okay between you two?”

You freeze, unsure how to respond. The truth feels complicated, tangled in knots you don’t know how to untangle. “Yes... and no. For now, everything’s fine. But I still need to talk to him. I just need some time to figure it out.”

Ginny nods slowly, studying your face. “Alright. Just don’t let it go too long, okay? You deserve someone who makes you happy.”

You nod in return, grateful for her support. “I know.”

She stands, moving toward the door, then turns with a half-smile on her face. “Well, let me know if you need anything. And…” She glances back at you, a playful glint in her eye. “If he starts treating you badly, I swear I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

You chuckle softly. “I’m sure you will.”

Ginny smirks, then exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sit there, the letter in your hands, the necklace resting beside you. You should feel lighter now, but something doesn’t sit right. You can’t place it, but there’s a tension in the air you can’t shake.

You try to dismiss it as nerves. Maybe it’s just the weight of everything that’s happened, or the confusion you still feel. But it lingers, like a shadow in the back of your mind.

Things slowly start to unravel the second you step foot onto Hogwarts grounds.

Christmas break had been a nightmare. All you wanted to do was apologize to Draco properly, not some half-hearted apologies in letters.

And now, as you sit in your secret meeting place, tucked away behind the old tapestry on the seventh floor, you can’t stop fidgeting. The silver locket rests in your palm, cool against your skin, the chain sliding between your fingers as you move it back and forth. It’s become a nervous habit over the last few days—something to ground you as you run through every possible way to say I’m sorry without completely breaking down.

What if he doesn’t forgive you? What if you’ve messed things up beyond repair?

The thought makes your stomach churn. You clench your jaw, trying to steady yourself. You just need to see him, to explain everything, to tell him—

The sound of footsteps approaching makes you freeze. Your heart leaps to your throat, and you barely have time to compose yourself before the curtain of the tapestry shifts and Draco steps through.

The second you see him, you don’t think. You just move.

You surge forward, throwing your arms around him, clutching him tightly like he might slip through your fingers if you don’t hold on. He stiffens for a moment, surprised, but then his arms come around you, strong and sure, pulling you against him. The familiar scent of him—clean parchment, expensive cologne, and something unmistakably him—fills your senses, and you let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Draco.”

You feel him shift slightly, and before you can say anything else, his hands cup your face, tilting it up toward him. You barely have time to register the soft look in his silver eyes before he’s kissing you.

It’s not rushed, not desperate—just firm and reassuring, as if he’s telling you it’s okay without needing words. The tension inside you unravels, and you melt into him, hands clutching the fabric of his robes as you kiss him back.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he murmurs. “Not anymore.”

Your throat tightens, and you shake your head slightly. “I do,” you insist. “I should’ve never made you feel like—like you weren’t important. You are. So much.”

Draco exhales slowly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “You drive me insane sometimes, you know that?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s no real bite to it.

You huff out a weak laugh, sniffling. “Yeah, I know.”

His arms wrap around you again, holding you close, and you let yourself sink into the warmth of him. For a while, neither of you speak. You just exist in this moment, the weight of the last few weeks fading as you press your face into his shoulder.

He’s here. He’s yours. And this time, you won’t let your fear push him away.

The next couple of days have really taken a toll on you. You’ve barely had time to see Draco due to all the late-night studying you’ve been doing.

Today had been a particularly tough day. And in a desperate need to see Draco, you completely forgot to keep an eye out for anyone who might follow you.

You weren’t thinking straight. How could you? All you needed was to see him, and maybe, because of that need, you let your guard down.

And now, you are suffering the consequences.

You’re pressed against Draco’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around you as you shake in his hold. His hand moves in soothing circles along your back, and you clutch onto his robes like a lifeline, your body wracked with silent sobs.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice warm and steady. “Everything is going to be okay.”

You don’t know how long you stand there, buried in his arms, listening to his heartbeat as he whispers quiet reassurances against your skin.

“It’s alright, love,” he says, voice softer now, full of something you can’t quite name. “I promise, it’s alright.”

Eventually, your tears slow, your breathing evens out, and the weight pressing against your chest lightens just enough for you to finally lift your head. Draco tilts your chin up gently, his silver eyes scanning your face as if making sure you’re truly alright.

And then, he kisses you.

It starts slow—his lips brushing against yours like a question, as if making sure you want this. And Merlin, do you want this.

You kiss him back instantly, pushing yourself closer to him, your fingers threading into his hair. The tension of the past few days melts away as he deepens the kiss, one hand sliding to your waist, the other resting against the back of your neck. It’s intoxicating—the way he kisses you like you’re something precious, something to be cherished.

You’re so lost in the warmth of him, in the way he holds you, that you don’t hear the footsteps approaching.

You don’t even register the presence behind you until—

Someone coughs.

You and Draco break apart so fast it’s almost comical, your head snapping toward the sound.

And there, standing just a few feet away, is Ginny.

All the blood drains from your face.

She doesn’t say anything at first. She just looks at you, her expression unreadable, which somehow makes it worse.

Your heart pounds against your ribs. Ginny isn’t stupid. She’s piecing everything together in real time—the secret meetings, the necklace, your constant evasion when she asked who you were seeing. And now, catching you like this, wrapped up in Draco Malfoy like he’s the air you breathe—

You try to swallow the panic creeping up your throat.

“Ginny—”

But she’s already turning on her heel.

Your heart lurches. No, no, no.

“Ginny, wait!” You break away from Draco and hurry after her.

She stops, but only just, turning around sharply. “What?” she snaps, her voice cutting.

You flinch, but you force yourself to meet her eyes. Draco is right behind you, tense but silent.

“I—I’m sorry,” you start, voice uneven. “I should’ve told you sooner. There was a reason I didn’t—”

Something shifts in Ginny’s face, like a realization hitting her all at once.

“I’m not mad at you,” she says suddenly, though her voice is still tight. “Well, I am, but I’m more mad that you didn’t think you could trust me with this.” She exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I get why you didn’t say anything, because, yeah, it’s Malfoy—” her gaze flickers to Draco before settling back on you “—but you’re happy. I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

Your breath catches.

Ginny sighs, her voice softer now. “I see the way you act, like you’re my shadow. And, frankly, you’re treated like one. It’s not fair.” Her eyes search yours. “You deserve to have something that’s just yours. And if that’s him—” she jerks her chin toward Draco, “—then fine. But you should’ve told me.”

You blink at her, unable to speak. She’s not furious about who you’re dating—just that you hadn’t told her. The relief that floods you is almost overwhelming.

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Ginny studies you for a moment longer before she finally sighs. “Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, shaking her head. Then, she turns to Draco, her gaze sharp as a dagger.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

Draco actually chuckles—until he sees the look on Ginny’s face. He swallows, nodding. “Understood.”

Ginny hums, clearly satisfied. “I’ll see you back in the common room,” she says, glancing at you one last time before walking away.

Silence lingers in the air for a beat. Then, warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a familiar embrace.

You turn in Draco’s arms, looping your own around his neck.

“Well,” he murmurs, a small smirk playing on his lips. “That wasn’t so bad.”

You huff out a laugh. “I guess not.”

His smirk deepens, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Now we should tell Weasley about us.”

Your stomach drops. You swat his shoulder instantly. “Absolutely not.”

Draco chuckles, leaning in. “Fine, fine,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your lips. “We’ll save that heart attack for another day.”

[another-lost-mc]

When MC Misses Their Sibling

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Luke, and Solomon. gn!Reader

SFW // Content: Angst, Hurt/Not Much Comfort. Feelings of isolation, depression, loneliness, poor treatment/bullying by the demon brothers, etc. Implied developing relationship with Mammon. Relationship with Luke is platonic/sibling-like. There are mentions of MC's hypothetical sibling that also misses them. The sibling mentioned isn't named/uses gender-neutral pronouns. 1.4k words.

LUCIFER

Lucifer knows about your human world family - he read your file when you were selected for the program. He understands why you don't want to be here, and why you keep demanding they send you home, but he reminds you that you were chosen.

He doesn’t tell his brothers about your family - you can tell them yourself when/if you want to.

He tries to show some leniency towards you while you adjust to living with his family in place of your own.

The longer you live in the Devildom, he sees part of himself in you when you step in to keep his brothers from causing too much trouble. 

He’s almost proud of your defiance when you stand up to him on their behalf if you think he’s being unfair or cruel.

Did the Devildom bring out this protective streak in you, or were you this protective of your sibling too?

When he thinks you've finally accepted your place, you try to dote on him when you feel more sentimental and nurturing. He’s not used to someone else caring about him that way.

Likewise, you turn to him for support or protection when you feel intimidated or overwhelmed. He tries to minimize your hardship and suffering because it’s easier to do that than trying to comfort you later when the damage is already done.

He knows deep down that his family is a poor substitute for your own. Like most of the difficult decisions he has to make for the sake of the Devildom, he tells himself that bringing you here is for the greater good.

MAMMON

Mammon frustrates you because his idea of fun often descends into recklessness or chaos. You go along with a lot of his ideas, even if you don’t want to, because you’re desperate for companionship and a sense of  belonging.

When Mammon’s schemes are too outlandish or outright dangerous for you to condone, you try to reason with him - sometimes he listens, sometimes he doesn’t.

Mammon hurts you when you first arrive. He butters you up and spends time with you as an excuse to search your room and take things he can pawn (or he just really likes something you have, and he wants it).

You catch him sometimes, or his brothers stop him, and he apologizes, but it takes a long time for you to believe his apologies are genuine. It's hard to trust him.

Things improve over time, especially after you make a pact with him - but you still wish he was less impulsive with his gambling and that he would stop trying to steal valuables from people. 

(You know he doesn't really stop doing it because you ask him to - he just gets better at hiding it so you’re not too disappointed in him).

As his feelings for you continue to grow, Mammon tries to compensate for how he treated you before. He doesn’t want to be just a friend or just a brother in your eyes, and he refuses to believe he can't change your mind.

LEVIATHAN

Your sibling likes anime and games, and you like anime and games, so you think Levi might be the easiest of the demon brothers to connect with.

Well, you were wrong.

At first he wants nothing to do with you, and he insults you.

Later on, he decides to test you. He asks oddly specific questions about Devildom game titles - ones that don't exist where you come from - and he laughs and calls you a noob when you can’t answer any of them.

Levi is not like your sibling, because your sibling isn’t a gatekeeping asshole.

You and Levi do eventually bond over other things, and when he starts to trust you, he shares his anime and game collection with with you too.

He tells himself he doesn’t feel bad for how he treated you when you first arrived, but he still makes an effort to make up for it anyway.

No matter what he does, there’s a part of you deep down that never forgets how cruel he was to you. Your sibling would never do that to you is a thought that replays in your mind when you remember Levi's mockery.

You eventually forgive him, but those are some of the painful memories you dwell on when you feel homesick.

LUKE

It’s natural to feel protective of Luke, and he gravitates to your human nature and kind disposition. 

You adopt him like he’s another sibling of your own, and you spend time with him outside of class and share your hobbies with him.

In turn, he invites you over to try a new dessert recipe, or to do homework together. He thinks he needs to keep an eye on you - he still doesn’t trust those demons you live with.

He notices that sometimes you start to call him a name he doesn’t recognize, but you catch yourself and pretend you didn't say anything. Sometimes you call him a name he doesn’t recognize and you don’t even notice.

He ignores it at first, but one day he gets curious and finally asks you who it is you’re speaking of. He lets you talk about your sibling as much or as little as you want - he doesn’t want to pry.

You feel guilty and reassure him that you like him for who he is, and you’re happy to have him as a friend. You smile and tell him your sibling would probably like him, too.

Later, you both pretend your eyes aren’t red and watery from crying. Luke declares you should help him make cookies, and he hopes the distraction helps you feel better.

When you leave for the evening, Luke is angry and Simeon can’t figure out why he's so upset. All Luke tells him is that those demons should be ashamed of themselves for what they put you through.

He becomes even more protective of you after that.

SOLOMON

Solomon is warned early on by Lucifer and Barbatos that due to security reasons, you’re not allowed contact with the human world, especially your friends and family.

He doesn’t understand why they bother telling him that, until you start asking him to try and contact your family for you.

At first he doesn't really care, but the more you try to bargain with him to do this for you, your desperation becomes unbearable. 

You approach him one day with an envelope and an address and won't take no for an answer. 

It’s just a birthday card for someone, I swear there’s nothing written inside that would jeopardize the Devildom, you can even read it if you want to. Please—?

He doesn’t make any promises (plausible deniability and all), but he does as you ask and visits the address you give him that same day.

It’s late afternoon when he arrives in front of an ordinary looking house, and he hears quiet conversation around the back. It’s easy enough to hide his presence and eavesdrop on whoever is in the backyard - curiosity gets the better of him.

Someone your age - or perhaps a bit younger - sits on the patio with an older couple. They have your smile, and their cheeks dimple the same way yours do. He realizes this is your sibling and parents.

There’s a small birthday cake on the table but the mood feels somber.

Your family falls into uncomfortable silences between random, trivial conversations. Your sibling glances at the empty chair next to them.

“Hey, where do you think…? Nevermind.”

Your very existence is something that they can’t even talk about, and their expressions are equally sorrowful and frustrated.

Solomon recalls seeing the same heartbroken expression on your face during all those times you complained to him about living in the Devildom.

Was this the best solution that Diavolo could come up with when they dragged you into the exchange program?

When Solomon leaves the envelope in the mailbox for your sibling to find, he feels like an accomplice to cruelty and wonders if there’s more he can do to help you.

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[pupmkincake2000]

So, after finishing Gale's origin, I think I'd play Astarion's. Don’t get me wrong, but it’s interesting for me to watch the romance with Gale from Astarion's POV, from the very beginning to the very end, because after reading some fics, I realized that I had never seen such a plot before. I mean falling in love with Gale right away, and not after all the events are over. That would be an amazing slowburn.

What do I mean, you ask? I noticed that when people write about this couple, it often comes up like this: Astarion is usually in a relationship with Tav, but when he/she/they reject him (remember the opportunity to remain friends with him, right?), Gail, according to the plot, usually invites Astarion to settle down in his tower and feelings arise later. Even if they flirted with each other before.

And although such stories are well written and interesting to read, I can’t help but feel that there’s a certain… wrongness in such a relationship? I mean, Astarion gets everything right away without doing much, home, a handsome lover who takes care of him and will do anything for him, yet Astarion himself does nothing to get anything of these after the game ends.

People usually justify this by saying that he has already suffered enough and deserves all the best. And I agree that yes, he really deserves it. However, I believe that in this case he achieved nothing on his own. He saved the world, yes, he killd his master, yes, but still... it happens when he has his friends around who would support him and a lover who he seduces for this particular purpose.

Of course, by this point he may already be in a full-fledged relationship, but it all started with a specific goal, right? And don’t think I hate him, I don’t, as I don't blame him for anything, anyone in his place would do everything to get at least some protection and hope for something better. I don’t know if I can explain what I mean in a best way, but I'll try.

Astarion simply moves in stories from under the protection of one lover to another. And usually in such cases, Gale insists that Astarion doesn’t owe him anything… and here I also agree, but in this case the question is: what did Astarion himself do to deserve all of this? Past suffering, it seems to me, is not a sufficient reason to give him everything at once and it doesn't mean he has to suffer more or anything. That is, as soon as Tav breaks up with him (or he with Tav), Astarion falls in love with the one who turned out to be as kind, more generous, who never demands anything in return. And there is, it seems to me, something not quite right in this.

What am I getting at? I would like to see Astarion's story, from a POV of a person who undergoes development, not just getting everything the best as a reward for his suffering. For example, I would like to watch the story from his point of view, when he falls in love with Gale, and for the sake of this love he begins to change, fight his traumas, outgrow them, because he realizes that, perhaps, for the first time in his life, he has fallen so deeply in love.

Without a relationship with Tav (I don’t like it at all when Tav is in the plot, they seem too unnecessary), but independently decided to change. And I want to say right away that by the word “change” I don’t mean anything bad, since he still changes when the player has a romance or friendship with him.

But for me, for example, it would be interesting to observe these changes, this growth, the struggle with traumas because of his love for Gale. Because there is someon who he cares about, not just about himself.

Let's be honest, Astarion is more a taker, Gale is a giver. Sometimes such relationships work but not always. Some people love to give, some people prefer to take. But I do not think it would work for them.

I see them as equals. Or at least are trying to be.

And yes, it can be love from the first sight (why not?), or the relationship can begin quite like in canon: with manipulation and seduction (tho I've never seen a fic in which Astarion falls in love right away), but then the realization comes that this is not just a hook-up that means nothing, but a connection that means, and not just to get someone as an ally who would help kill Cassador (after all, you can kill him simply by being friends with Astarion).

Although love at first sight from Astarion's perspective would be quite interesting, since Gale does not seem at all like a person who is easily manipulated and seduced.

There is something incredibly attractive about experiencing the whole story of this love from beginning to end (and despite the slowdown, they can still sleep with each other), and only then, when the final battle is over, they can go to Gale’s home together , but not because Astarion has nowhere to go and he again risks being left alone, but because by that time he and Gale will already be in love and confess their feelings to each other (I think it will be even more interesting to watch from Astarion's POV), and therefore they will no longer imagine their life without each other.

It will all look even tastier if it all happens long before the final battle, because Astarion will already have something to lose.

I want Astarion to try as hard on the relationship as Gale usually tries in fanfiction to heal his injuries. But I have almost never come across stories where they both worked on the relationship and healed each other equally. In most stories, unfortunately, Astarion gets much more, with almost no effort (we are not to talk about his past suffering), and this is just frustrating, as if he is not able to build his happiness on his own.

Someone may mention his traumas again and I understand perfectly well that not everyone can overcome their nightmares alone. But that’s why I mentioned that I would like to see how both work on relationships. In the game, Astarion is the one who takes, and Gale is more the one who gives (which I've already mentioned), but I would like to see equality, so that both give and take equally. And from Astarion's perspective, this would be incredibly interesting to watch, mainly precisely because he is the one who takes, he isn't used to give, but for his beloved, at least when he realizes he's in love, he would want to do more. To be more than just a taker.

You don't have to agree with me. But this is how I would like their relationship to be.

Oh, one more thing

I see Astarion as someone who tops, I do not mind switching, but top Astarion and bottom Gale sounds nice♡( ◡‿◡ )

[bnha-headcanonss]

Today got so, so much weirder

Bakugo one-shot. Super light. Hopefully sweet? Idk I don’t write this type of stuff. Apologies for any typos or confusing bits. It’s 4 am. I have not slept.

Slight swearing (expected)

Word count: 1875

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I woke up, sun shining into my eyes first thing. Basically blinded as soon as I wake up, on top of that, I’m going to be late, lovely start to the day!

I get up, get dressed in my uniform, and leave for school.

“Honey what about breakfast??” Mom calls out after me.

“I’m going to be late if I stay any longer! I’ll pick something up on the way, love you!” I yelled while speeding out the door.

I hear a faint “I love you too!” As I slam the door shut and make my way down the street.

“Stop walking so fast will you?!”

Bakugo and I haven’t always been close, he’s got an explosive personality, quite the temper on him. After both of us getting into UA and finding out we were in the same class, we grew closer. Originally it was banter back and forth and absolutely kicking each others ass in matches. Basically wiping the floor with each other.

He’s got this explosion quirk which goes hand-in-hand with his personality and I have a time shift quirk. I use it a lot to dodge others attacks and find way to make their attacks blow up in their own face, in his case, literally. And he hates it.

After our back and forth harsh banter that went on for months, it turned more playful. Eventually we just became each others closest friend. And I’d hate to admit it, it’s been kind of nice. Over time I developed a small crush for him. Nothing too major. But just underneath all the anger and aggression, and ego, he’s not half bad.

“My apologies your highness.” I did a stupid little curtsy and he attempted to push me down. I grabbed onto his arm so his attempt failed. Still funny though.

“What’re you doing out here so late? Usually you’re early.” I questioned. Being late or barely on time was my thing, not so much his.

“Somebody kept me up all night.” He gave me a dirty look.

“You were the one who didn’t want to go to sleep until you got a win. You just got to get better at the game.”

“I’ll blow your fucking face up, shut your mouth.” I burst out laughing. Bakugo sucks big time at Mortal Kombat. He wasn’t much for video games in general but he saw me watching an execution clip online and got interested, typical.

We reach the school and go on with our day. We don’t talk much in class, we sat and did our work. Lunch came and we ate together.

“Hey try this.” He proceeds to dump some green sauce on my food.

“What is it?” I questioned. Bakugo loves his spicy food, pretty on brand but I can’t stand it. I do not have the tastebuds strong enough for that like he does.

“It’s nothing too bad, it’s really good, I made it myself. Try it.” He demanded.

“If I burn myself, it’s on you.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. Go on.” He sits back. I already know how this is going to go, but he made it himself and I can’t say no to that.

As expected, it burned.

“Holy shit Bakugo, this burns so bad.” I’m up and looking for anything to drink but I finished my water a while ago and don’t have anything else. Meanwhile Bakugo is practically dying of laughter in his seat. I swear he’s got tears of joy forming and I’ve got tears related to death streaming down my face. Everything feels like it’s on fire.

“Here here, you’re causing a scene.” He hands me his water bottle and I start chugging.

“I don’t care.. if I cause anything.. that shit BURNS!” I manage between chugs of water. He breaks out into even more laughter.

He was right though, I am causing a scene. I sit back down and try to gain my composure.

“What is that stuff?”

He pulls out the unlabeled bottle and holds it up like an advertisement.

“Lord Explosion Murder hot sauce, available near you.” He’s got a giant grin on his face. You don’t see him smile much, even if it is artificial, it ties my stomach in a knot, that could also be the hot sauce.

“Oh my god you’re such a nerd.” I say with a stupid smile on my face, compensated by an eye roll.

“You find it funny so clearly you love this nerd. Wait- nevermind that sounded weird.”

“Yeah right, cool it hot shot.” I laugh and brush it off, I wouldn’t say love, but I think I definitely like that nerd? I have no idea.

He looked oddly vacant when I brushed it off though. There was no emotion, just stone faced. Completely changed the tone. Luckily the bell rang, we cleaned up and continued the rest of our school day.

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“Roof?” I approach his desk as the final bell for the day rings.

“Yeah let’s go.” He packs away his things and we make our way to the roof.

We’ve been coming up here a couple times a week since becoming friends, just to talk, watch the sun go down, watch a movie or something. It’s like a moment of peace for me. I think this is originally where I started developing feelings for him. It’s just us, there’s no playing an act or anything. We learned to be ourselves and I really like who he actually is.

“What’s it gonna be today?” He questions, pulling out his laptop and turning on his Apple TV application.

“Hmm. What’s on the list?”

We made a list of all the movies we think about but can’t watch at the moment.

“So far there’s 27 dresses, uh 13 going on 30, 10 things I hate about you, god what is up with all the romcoms? All girly shit.”

“You realize who you’re talking to dimwit? 10 things I hate about you.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes, turns on the movie and positions the laptop in front of us both. It’s a nice day. Not cold, no breeze, just nice, warm air. Quiet.

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I must’ve been more tired than I thought because I felt my eyes getting heavier and I’ve had to catch myself from falling forward once or twice. The movies only about half way done.

“Fucking loser.” He says.

“What?”

“You’re falling asleep.” Pointing out the obvious.

“No I’m not, I’m watching the movie.” Uh-huh..

“Right.” He pulls me towards him until my head hits his shoulder. This is different, Bakugo grew some balls or something. I don’t remember much else from there though.

I must’ve been really exhausted.

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I open my eyes to the night sky and Baby Driver playing on the laptop. I barely made it through 10 things I hate about you I guess. I’m still laying on his shoulder but I feel pressure on my head, it feels like his head. And I feel a hand on my waist. Is he asleep too?

“Hm.” I test.

“Finally, fucking nerd. You fell asleep.” He’s got that softer, sleepy voice. Maybe he was falling asleep. He lifts his head and moves his hand from my waist.

“Sorry, I guess today was not my day.” I laugh it off.

“Movie was good. Liked it. I put this on right after though and it’s almost over.”

“Baby Driver?”

“Yeah.” One of the first movies we watched up here. Only because he didn’t give me much of a choice, at all. It was good though, I liked it a lot more than I thought I would, I thought it was just a car movie at first.

“Let’s finish it then.” I offer.

“That was the plan. At least until you woke up.”

“Yeah yeah. Shut up and watch.”

“You’re one to talk.”

As the movie continued I could feel his arm snake around my waist again, right back to where it was before. We haven’t moved otherwise. I’m still really close to him, I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s a lot. I can’t necessarily complain though. Realistically, who would?

The movie finished and we pack up to go home. It started getting colder as the time passed and neither of us had a jacket. The school issued skirt for my uniform was killing me at this point.

I let him rant on about the movie I picked the whole way home. It sounds like he liked it. He really liked the main character because she wasn’t like all the other main characters who are all boy crazy.

“She kind of reminds me of you.” He says. I take that as an absolute win. I love Kat so much. She’s the main reason I watched the movie in the first place.

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Despite the fact that I’ve never fallen asleep on him like that before, nothing was weird. Nothing felt weird. Today was a weird day, don’t get me wrong but that was the most normal feeling part, and it was the most not-normal. I’m confusing myself.

We reach my apartment complex which is a couple streets away from his house and we make our way up the stairs.

“Again tomorrow?” He suggests. Or demands? No clue at this point.

“Tomorrow? Theres no school tomorrow?”

“You come over to my place. We’ll rewatch your movie so you can finish it this time and we can pick another one from the stupid list. Yeah?”

Me go over to his place? Today got so much weirder in just 30 seconds.

“You know, that sounds nice. See you around 1?”

“Yup. Don’t be Late.”

“I’ll try not to,” I start to walk towards my door.

“I’ll kill you if you are!” He’s still just standing there, you can practically hear his smile. You know how you sound different when your lips are upturned, yeah, that.

“You won’t do shit.” I laugh and pull out my keys.

I feel a tug on my arm and I’m met face to face with Bakugo. He grabs my face with his hands and suddenly his lips meet mine.

His hands lay either side of my jaw, thumbs on my cheek, holding my head up towards him. His lips are soft, he’s gentle. I practically melt into the kiss.

He pulls away, we lock eyes for just a couple seconds before he turns around to leave. His face was red. I feel red. I feel hot, and confused. My stomach did flips.

He did shit- not the shit I was referring to, but holy shit, he did shit. What.

“1 pm, don’t, be late,” he emphasized the don’t.

“I won’t.” I say, in utter disbelief. I see a small smile creep up on his lips before he’s out of sight.

What the fuck just happened?

Today got so, so much weirder.

[mystic-insightss]

Oooo hey gravity falls fan!

Do you have any headcanons about any characters? I would love to know!

i am in fact a gravity falls fan!! i don’t have much art for them up on here but i do have a good few drawings on my instagram!

i made a headcanons note maybe a year ago that i never actually shared anywhere, so here’s that :)

stanley pines

- aromantic

- pronouns: he/him

- hates french people (is it a joke? we don’t know)

- has periodic nightmares

- has adhd

- prefers dogs

- atheist. bc of the trauma

- very dangerous driver. in addition to breaking like every law ever he has horrible tunnel vision. very bad at paying attention to his surroundings and often spaces out on the most insignificant objects and ends up almost crashing (or actually crashing)

- like mabel, he used to always lose to stanford in logic based games like checkers and chess. unlike mabel, he always beat stanford at ping pong and feels very happy for himself for it. (part of this is because stanford’s motor skills as a child/teenager were awful.)

stanford pines

- gay asexual

- pronouns: he/him

- has periodic nightmares

- is autistic

- played piano as a child

- struggled with self-harm as a teenager

- forgets basic life functions (e.g. sleeping and eating)

- prefers cats

- ngl ford gives asthma vibes LMAO like my man has horrible lungs

- nervous breakdowns. fiddleford calms him down by taking ford’s wrists in his hands

- agnostic only because the idea of punching god in the face gives him catharsis. still celebrates jewish holidays with stan & the kids

- even worse driver than stan. somehow. every bit of unexpressed anger he has gets expressed when he drives. wants every other car on the road to drop off the face of the earth. unhinged man that then turns around and says “what. i’m not a bad driver.” during the portal years fiddleford demands control of the car during trips.

- yeah he gets bullied as a kid for his fingers but he also gets bullied for EVERY autistic trait/symptom/display he has. it’s true he told me so

fiddleford mcgucket (1982)

- biromantic heterosexual* (see footnote. please.)

- pronouns: any

- likes to grow plants - idea credit to the fic ‘not one to forget’ on ao3! read it if u haven’t, you will have no regrets

- prefers neither dogs nor cats, likes other random animals better (cough. raccoons. cough)

- has to remind stanford to perform his basic life functions

- my mcgucket backupsmore headcanon is that he was shooting for a scholarship (or something similar to what stanford was going for) for a slightly less prestigious school than WCT and then when he showed his project to the scout people and it like blew up and hit one of them in the face and so needless to say they did not accept him

- he hates being called stupid more than anything

- he has anxiety. and yes that’s also pre-and-during-portal-years. the guy is nervous about everything. he nervous stims. chews his nails pulls at his hair shaking hands and legs the whole deal

- he doesn’t really talk about it either. he marinates. he marinates and ford developed a sense for it

- raised christian, really not that into it. has more important things to do

mabel pines

- sexuality: pansexual, or omnisexual. haven’t made up my mind yet but she’s definitely mspec!

- pronouns: she/her

- is she cis or trans?? who knows i can’t decide

- absolutely was into loom bracelets when they were popular

- also silly bandz

- 5’8” when she’s grown up. dipper is 5’7”.

- she collects squishmallows and/or beanie babies. they all have names. they take up half of her bed.

i have like nothing for dipper besides the classic transhet headcanon & him being shorter than mabel 😭 mystery trio phase hit me real hard ok

* don’t use this post for discourse. “bUt ThE SpLiT aTtRaCtIOn mOdEL iS onLy FoR aSpEc PeOpLe” too bad. i’m aroace and i say it’s *fine* who *cares*

[acim-ed-ortsac]

The Way to a Vipers Heart

You weren’t sure how your life became this way. For context, you're dead. Not living, unalive, not in the living realm, overall, cold body and heart not beating. How and why? To start, you’ll have to go to the life you had before, in which you were the sole heir of a wealthy family. That sounded good, right? Wrong. Your parents are not the best since they have high expectations of you being their child, and anything you do that doesn’t meet their expectations, they verbally abuse you. They expect a six-year-old to get a perfect score in math - middle school level math!? - when your six-year-old mind just wanted to play. Yeah, they’re delusional and narcissistic. 

It wasn’t until you got older that you became aware of your situation, how unrealistic your parents' demands are, and how they clearly see you, their child, as an asset. And the cherry on top? The multiple assassination attempts on your life. You weren’t sure if they were rivaling families or companies, but at the age of ten, you knew you had to be cautious. If food or drinks were tampered with? You made one of the staff taste tests. If a maid tried to kill you in your sleep? Don’t worry, you have an alarm that will notify the guards. You can’t really rely on your parents since the last time you brought it up, they just said “Deal with it. You’re our child, so you should be able to handle it.”

Yeah, your parents were shitty.

You didn’t really have friends to play with or any extended family, and your parents made you watch documentaries of successful people or other educational stuff for your upcoming teachings to success. You had learned to dance when you were seven, but after obtaining an iPad, you discovered the world of dancing and music. You loved the varieties of dance styles, from contemporary to traditional and cultural dances from foreign countries, to some known styles such as salsa, waltz, and erotic pole dancing.

You had also used the Ipad to watch some non-educational videos when your parents weren’t home and you were alone. You were introduced to a colorful world of fun and creativity of games and gaming videos along with the drama side of news reports and Karen/Kevin activities.

You weren’t interested in pole dancing because it was sexual, you were just fascinated by the control and strength of the dancers, how their grip on the pole never faltered, and how they moved around the pole like a snake. It intrigued you. And when you were too tired to dance, you went to your other source of escape Twisted Wonderland. You didn’t know much about Disney since your parents found it ‘garbage’ in their words, but through the game, you had come to love the characters and development, the storyline, the lore of the game, and more.

Though, you think they should be called vampires instead since they seem to like to suck out the fun and common sense of people, plus, it’s an insult to people who are actually named Karen.

However, they weren’t enough to not make you wanna die. You didn’t have a stable adult figure to hold on to, and your parents didn’t seem to care about your well-being - well mental well being that is. You didn’t want to live this life. So the next and last dinner you had with your parents, you noticed one of the staff tampered with your drink. Again. But hearing your father drone on and on nonstop made you wanna end this. So with a dry and empty smile, you lifted the cup to your lips and downed the drink. In seconds, your throat burned and your guts were lit on fire, twisting in pain as you fell to the floor. Despite the pain, you smile wryly at your parents, seeing their expressions of fear as everything turned black.

You should’ve seen a light or something when you died, but instead, you felt your eyelids flutter open to a new environment around you. Granted, your body was still numb from the poison but you were able to open your eyes a bit. And the first thing to greet you was a roof made of sandstone, with intricate and elegant carvings that reminded you of one of those blocks from . . what’s that game called? Minecraft? You never played the game, but you watched some videos out of curiosity.

A few things caught your eye as you examined your surroundings groggily, the room wasn’t bare of decoration with a few posters, a lamp, a gramophone with a few discs near it, and a basketball. At your bedside was a statue of a tall man with a bearded goatee, a turban with a proud standing feather, and long robes. The man looked thin yet intimidating, as expected of the Sorcerer of the Scalding Sands.

Wait. . .why does that title sound-

“Jamil! You’re awake!”

As if by instinct, you turned to the young voice that sounded like a young boy. Your eyes met shining ruby irises that shone with tears, with dark tan skin that wasn’t as dark as the African race yet wasn’t tan like those overrated golden tan Greeks but rather dark in a sense of those Arabian people. The boy that looked around eight years old had short and choppy white hair - as in snow white type of white. His clothes seemed fit for a noble with luxurious clothing made of silk and golden trimmings, the bangles and pieces of jewelry he wore did nothing but show how much wealth he had. Though, the boy looked quite familiar. . .

‘Kalim’

Another thought that wasn’t your own voice as the body you were in let out an acknowledged hum. “Kalim, what are you doing here?” you had asked - no, the body you were in asked. The voice that came out of your mouth was young and definitely male, with a tinge of smooth silkiness in it. What did that boy call you?

‘Jamil,’ you realized. ‘As in Jamil Viper.’

‘How do you know me despite me not even knowing you?‘

Your fingers - no, Jamils’ fingers stiffened but Kalim doesn’t seem to notice. Jamil is still looking at the tearful Kalim, you’ll have to reassure him first before having this . . .explanation/discussion. You felt your consciousness take control of the body before you tried to comfort the young Kalim with a strained yet reassuring smile as you spoke, “You should go back, your father will not like it if you neglect your studies.”

Kalim, to your poor heart, only hiccupped a sob. “But, you got poisoned because of me!” A sniffle “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be fine, just go or else your father will come here himself.”

Reluctant but obedient to his best friend, Kalim nodded before leaving the room. The moment he left, Jamil’s body immediately closed his eyes and you were in darkness once more. ‘Who are you?’ asked the depths of his mind as you stood alone. Then, out of the darkness, Jamil came towards you. He was young, around Kalim’s age, with short dark hair that was cut above his shoulders with a lone strand braided at his side and his signature bang that curved down to his chin. His skin was about the same shade as Kalim’s, a dark tan. His eyes were round almond-shaped eyes with bluish-dark grey eyes with thin yet finely shaped eyebrows. His face was scrunched into an expression of distrust and curiosity, a lone brow arched over his eye.

While you wanted to squeal at how cute he was, you knew this was no matter going gaga. This child is experiencing someone inhabiting - intruding - in his body and can’t understand how and why. You could feel the fear and confusion in his soul and mind, as expected of a child yet he tries to look strong. This was the last thing you expected, not only are you reincarnated in Jamil Viper but you’re also merged into one body with his soul. This scene feels familiar as if you saw a manhua with this exact set-up, but you can worry about that later, you have a child to explain to.

‘You know your thoughts and feelings are really easy to read.’ The young Jamil spoke, laced with a deadpan tone.

‘Your fear is also exactly hard to feel.’

Jamil huffed his cheeks at being caught, ‘Fair, but at least tell me who you are and why you are in my head.’

‘I will just relax first’

‘I am relaxed’

‘Kid, I could literally feel the uneasiness coming from your side.’

‘. . .’

After getting him to relax, you two now sat crossed legs in front of each other. You then explained your life before, your world, how you died, and how you have no idea how you got here. Jamil had scrunched his eyebrows at how your parents treated you, ‘Your parents suck, I can’t imagine my parents treating me like that.’

‘Wonder how that feels like,’

The boy giggled before shaking his head, ‘ That still doesn’t explain how you know me.’

Here’s the part where it could lead Jamil to an existential crisis and question his worth. ‘Yeah. . .about that. In my world, we have this mobile game - you know what mobile games are, right? Good. - Well, there’s this mobile game that’s called Twisted Wonderland - ‘

‘Why do I have a feeling that that game is connected to my world?’

‘Yeah, If I told you, your older self is one of the characters in that game in my world, how would you feel?’

The next moments of silence were torture as Jamil stared at you like a statue, his eyes dimming to a dull shade, but the emotions that were raging on his side of the mind were wild. They were muddled and mashed into something indecipherable, like a bunch of food colouring were put into the same water glass and swirled around to make this confusing and cloudy colour. The feelings were constricting in your throat, making you anxious and uneasy. You needed to calm him, and reassure him that his life isn’t a game.

‘I know it’s confusing, Jamil.’ You started, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. ‘But being here shows that your world isn’t a game, maybe it’s more complex than that.’

‘Complex?’

‘Meaning it’s not as simple. Maybe the games and shows in my world are like windows to other worlds and what we’re watching is just only a glimpse.’

The light in his eyes returned as he seemed interested in the theory, ‘That would be cool! Am I a cool character in your world?’

‘Kid, a lot of the players like you.’

Jamil let out a genuine smile before it fell as he widened his eyes, ‘I forgot to ask you for your name, how rude of me.’

Smiling at what innocence is left in him, you gave him your name. ‘So are we going to live in one body from now on?’

‘Seems that way,’

‘That’ll be hard.’  Jamil let out an adorable pout as he stared at the ground of his - and your - consciousness. You chuckled, ‘It will be hard, but I’m sure we’ll be able to do it.’

‘. . .All right, glad to be working with you.’

‘The feeling is mutual.’

During the next few days of your body recovery, you have gotten to know Jamil more and the world you’re in. It was still the Twisted Wonderland that you saw in the game, but with one difference.

‘You have alphas, betas, and omegas here!?’

‘Yeah, mama is a beta and papa is an alpha. I’m pretty sure Master Asim is alpha when I saw him last, and he has a harem of omegas. Which is kinda rare.’

‘Rare how?’

‘Omegas are rare from what mama and my teacher told me. A majority of the world is made up of alphas and betas.’

‘Really now, then what are you hoping to be, Jamil?’

‘Not sure, alphas are cool since they’re strong and they can command the area, but they have this thing called ‘rut’ and papa has it every once a month. . .it looks painful.’

‘What about omegas?’

‘They’re really pretty, papa and mama said that they have a sweet smell. But it’s kinda unlikely that I’ll present as one, and if I ever am one, being guarded twenty-four-seven sounds kinda annoying. Plus, they also have this thing called heat, not sure what that is but when they have it, they’re usually locked up in a room and won’t come out for a few days.’

‘I think you’ll learn about ruts and heats when you’re around ten or twelve, but I can teach you about those things.’

‘Really? Thanks! That’ll be helpful!’

‘No problem, so you want to be a beta?’

‘I don’t really see a problem with them, they’re okay. Mama is one and she doesn’t have any of those ruts or heats, so I’ll probably be one. Or I might be an alpha like papa.’

Yeah, you’re not in the original Twisted Wonderland. You’re in some alternate universe where A/B/O dynamics exist and secondary genders are the norm. But this isn’t a traditional omega verse, usually, omegas are seen as the lower class while alphas are the top-tier class. But in this omega verse, omegas are rare and seem to be treated more respectfully than alphas or betas. How peculiar.

When you and Jamil’s body were able to move without the effects of the poison, you were greeted with Jamil’s younger sister bursting through the doors and flinging herself on your body. Jamil’s body let out an oomph! before his - or yours since Jamil’s body is also your body as well - eyes looked down at a beaming Najma. “You’re finally better! I was starting to wonder if you’ll be stuck in bed forever!”

You let out a chuckle which the body mirrored as Jamil took control for the rest, patting his sister’s head before telling her to get off of him. Once Jamil managed to get his - perhaps also your sister as well - to leave, you managed to get out of bed and walk towards the vanity’s mirror. Upon taking a look at your reflection, you notice a difference in appearance.

It was a young Jamil’s body, of course with his short dark hair that was above his shoulders with brown highlights, his sharp eyes, and the baby fat present on his cheeks. What he wore right now was a long-sleeved shirt made of the lightest and softest material you ever felt with pants of the same material. The body wore sandals. But what caught your attention was the coloured circle that seems to surround the border of the body’s iris, a colour similar to your eye colour circling the dark grey irises like a gradient of some sort. 

A jolt of realization followed by puzzlement let you know that it was Jamil. ‘That wasn’t there before. . . It kinda looks like your eye colour.’ He noted. Your blinking was reflected when the body blinked as well before Jamil leaned forward to examine his eyes. ‘Not gonna lie, looks kinda cool.’

You hummed as you took control for a second to walk out of the room, ‘I think it’s the result of us merging together. Since I’m in your body now, a part of my original appearance has to make it somewhere.’

‘Well, I suppose that would make sense, like putting together two bodies to make one body. Some characteristics of body number one will show while the rest of the characteristics of body number two will remain. Though, I don’t get why it’s only your eye colour.’

‘Perhaps it’s to not scare the people here, they would probably freak out when you go under a massive change of looks after a few days.’

‘I guess.’

From there, you watch and learn the routine that Jamil went through in his childhood, letting the young boy take charge of the body. The boy cooked the food with the rest of the servants - which you noticed were betas with few alphas - to your now employers, after that, the body went to make Kalim’s room clean. You had to hold yourself steady before you made a fool of yourself upon seeing the large and lavish room filled with shiny silk fabrics littered, a pristine white bed covered with a red blanket with golden trimmings. Jamil had given you an amused glance as he started his duty.

Throughout the day, you had gotten a sense of satisfaction as you felt the body’s fatigue but the satisfaction of a chore done before moving on to the next one. This is coming from a child that came from a wealthy family with servants. During his breaks, Jamil had shown you a clearing with his device which wasn’t a phone but something close to it with earphones. He smiled at you before looking around, ‘I think no one’s here, good.’ 

‘Are you hiding from Kalim?’ you asked the obvious, but just wanted humour.

‘Yeah, part of my duty is to keep Kalim company.’ Jamil had a pinched expression upon Kalim’s name, ‘But he’s so . . . annoying!’

You hummed in response, deciding to drop the topic for another time. ‘So what are we going to do here?’ 

Jamil’s expression brightened at the change of topic, ‘ I like to dance when I don’t have anything to do!’

A smile made your way at the word ‘dance’. ‘I love to dance!’

‘You too!? What kind of dance style? Street dance? Or is it the one that Kalim dances?’

‘I like to dance different styles. . .’

From there, you and Jamil exchange the types of dances that you know. Jamil had shown you the street dancing he talked about, the movement slightly clumsy but fluid and full of energy. When you took control of the body, you demonstrated the types of dances you learned from videos. The contemporary dances that you watched and showed you how they became successful. This dance is an interpretive dance that merges ballet, jazz, modern, and lyrical dances. From the videos you saw, the dancers were moving with the music, letting their bodies get swayed with the rhythm and tone.

By incorporating a bit of ballet and modern dance in it, you moved through the music as if you were trying to decipher what it was telling you.

When the high of the music and the body’s adrenaline and Jamil’s joy and excitement almost hit, a young voice shattered the world you were in. Jamil groaned within the confines of his mind as you made the body turn to see a beaming Kalim. “ Jamil, can I join you? You looked like you were having fun!”

You could feel the annoyance from Jamil’s side, so you decided to take control of the body till the boy cooled down. “ You could, but are you done with everything? Last I check, you had dance practice around this time.”

“The instructor caught a cold so I went to find you!”

The annoyance in Jamil grew and you had to refrain the body from twitching an eye in irritation. Jamil can’t really go against orders seeing his family’s position but compromising his comfort for Kalim’s is a bit of a problem. It’s one of the reasons why he went against Kalim in NRC. You need a compromise for this, Kalim is a nice boy and he sees Jamil as a friend so he wouldn’t mind adjusting for his friend’s comfort, right? You suppose the reason why Jamil didn’t really talk to Kalim about this is because of his subservient mindset and fear for his family. Still. . .

“Kalim,” you said, “Do you mind if you play with your siblings for now?”

“Huh?” Kalim’s smile dropped, “Why? Do you not want me here?”

You heard the slight panic in Jamil’s emotions before you spoke again, “It’s not that I don’t like you, but sometimes I want to be alone for a while so I go to places like here. To be by myself.”

Kalim had a look of understanding before smiling, “Oh, so you just wanted to be alone? Okay! Sorry, I disturbed your alone time.”

“It’s okay, perhaps next time I could play with you?”

“Yeah! We could play mancala!”

When Kalim left, it was you and Jamil alone. The young boy sighed, ‘That was reckless! Asking a master something like that is. . .reckless!”

‘But did he react badly?’

‘. . .No, I guess not.’

‘I know you’re not accustomed to asking Kalim things like this for your own benefit, but when you need it, I’ll take over and ask for you.’

‘That’ll be unnecessary of you,’

"We're gonna be in the same body for the rest of your life so might as well make myself useful.’

Yes, to avoid Jamil overblotting, you need to lessen his resentment and anger of Kalim and his position. But you know that with his family’s position as servants, that’ll be a bit difficult. But servants are also humans and have selfish desires as well, not all people are selfish and ready to serve after all. Perhaps while not trying to find a way to be free, since you’re still a child and you have a new family to think of, you can find ways for Jamil to indulge himself.

Jamil has shown to be smart and capable of many things and while the common mindset is that the master is better than the servant, there are a few exemptions on where the servant is better but the master can learn from this. Or, at least that’s what you’re thinking. Perhaps you can show-off Jamil’s skills while also having the Asim family benefit from it, kinda like showing the esteem and prestige of the family by showing the kind of servants they have in their household?

Although, that might be risky.

. . . Maybe you could teach Kalim to be more independent and capable, guide him to be at least a bit cunning and able to do things on his own. By doing that, you’ll be able to lessen Jamil’s load of work in the future.

“You want to help Kalim to be more independent?” Jamil repeated what you said, although sounding a bit ludicrous. It was night and the body was asleep, letting you and Jamil discuss what will happen in the future.

“Yeah, so that we won’t have to babysit him and we’ll have a lighter load.” 

“But it’s a servant’s job to cater to the master’s needs and we have duties—“

“We can’t keep doing stuff for Kalim forever, he has to do things on his own. And since he’s the heir, he should learn how to be responsible. We can’t be there for him forever, there will always be a possibility of us dying and him being by himself. It’s like having a little brother or sister — minus the servant position — you teach them, show them how to be responsible and to take care of themselves, and let them learn from their own mistakes.”

“. . .I guess that’s not a bad idea.”

“Jamil, you’re human and right now a child, you should be able to enjoy some things you like without giving it up for Kalim.”

“. . .Okay, I’m glad you’re here with me now. At Least I have someone with me.”

You smiled in fondness as you ruffled his head, much to his childish indignation. “Happy that I can be of service.”

You were eight years old when you unexpectedly met Leona Kingscholar. Although you didn't know if this was a hidden fact from the game or the universe is going in a different direction, you were quite surprised to have met the young boy at a Spelldrive tournament between NRC and RSA. The Asim family got VIP seats due to their prestige and power and fame, so you had to come along since Jamil was Kalim’s retainer and bodyguard.

Although he hasn’t killed anybody yet.

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I decided to make a fic of this and yes it has a/b/o dynamics.

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[lowpolynpixelated]

“The Golden Age of Gaming” didn’t exist, has never existed, has always existed, and exists right now

-Written by Clair Beckett

“The Golden Age” is a very common reference point when talking about any concept that has any sort of history. Things were good then, they aren’t now, we should make it like that again. Perhaps trying to make things like that again is a fruitless effort, perhaps its for the betterment of the whole concept, or perhaps, just maybe, the whole concept of a “golden age” is rubbish. I’m here of course to talk about video games, and the supposed gilded ages that reviewers and critics love to harp back to. I’m here to say that video games have always been great, they’re great right now! The way in which the mainstream public eye views them must simply shift to a different angle. Let’s get into it. If you’ve ever partaken in any sort of video game criticism you’ve probably heard this phrase. Hearkening back to the earlier days of development and hardware, where creativity was boundless and the market was strong. It’s a bit more complicated than that but you see the point. These types of arguments posit that the modern era of video game development and hardware pales in comparison to what came before.

While this can certainly be the case for some aspects of the greater gaming sphere, it undermines the growth of creativity within it as well as all the new advancements and skilled artists working within the sphere in the modern age. These talking points are usually only aimed at the mainstream “triple A” part of the gaming landscape, and often forgets the massive swathes of it taken up by independent developers and artists who create new interactive works of art almost every day. I miss the Wii Shop Channel as much as the next gamer, but I’m not ready to write off the entirety of itch.io just because I can’t get Mario Kart 64 there. “The good old days” are every changing, constantly shifting forward to account for the nostalgia of the ones who prop up the argument. Technology has come such a long way that we can make the games we were making then now with less issues and better workflow than we ever could back then, and people do! Look at projects like Bloodborne PSX, Anodyne, Ultrakill, Lunacid, Crow Country, all games that wear their old school inspiration loud and proud. These games were made with modern tools by modern people to capture those feelings, to make “the good old days” today, and tomorrow, and the next day. And they did a bang up job as well. Discounting entire generations of new games and developers just because they don’t have the nostalgic branding is, quite frankly, a horrid thing to do. Inspiration comes in all forms be it stylistic, mechanical, or simple nostalgia for something once experienced.

To say there was a fixed point in time where games were “good” and that now they’re “bad” is a flatly incorrect way to view such a gorgeously complicated art medium such as video games. Many of the problems and systematic issues the gaming landscape faces now existed and were invented back then. Was it better than modern crunch time practices for Insomniac games to make the Spyro the Dragon trilogy in just four years? Where the 100 hour work weeks in the 1990s worth more than the 100 work weeks worked today by developers forced to meet deadlines for publishing companies that only demand results without caring about the cost? Video games have always been hard to make, we made a market out of them. One could argue that once upon a time the bedroom programmer making a few thousand dollars off a surprise hit was commonplace, but that was such a short burst of time before the grip of corporate marketing and the newly created market closed its fist. Things have always needed change. Many of the classics people will endlessly prop up as examples of perfection within their genres or within the medium as a whole have these flaws. They took off because of well funded marketing teams, and passionate developers. Only one of these things is truly needed for a video game though.

No one needs to be a big name in the business to make a good game. I promise you that in corners of the internet like itch.io and other free distribution sites, your next favourite game probably exists. Putting the tools in the hands of passionate creatives is the only thing needed to make good games, and its easier now than its ever been before. With the advent of true online marketplaces and free distribution and hosting websites the number of video games to experience has only gone up. No longer do you need to send out demo floppy disks with cereal boxes or offload CD-ROMs at your local book store. The games are there, we just have to look for them. The mainstream “triple A” landscape has reached a critical point of stagnation. Companies abide only by industry trends, only content to let new creative projects slip through the cracks a small fraction of the time. Relying only on the brand names you know to experience art is not the way forward. This of course doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the myriad of multiplayer online only shooters or battle royals, or co-op based video games. Not at all. But I do implore you to branch out. Really see what’s out there. Check out small teams that don’t have the money to be in a Nintendo Direct, give the game with an awkward 6th gen art style a try, always search for new and interesting things. The greatest era of video games has not passed us by in a flurry of low poly models and low resolution textures. It’s always ahead of us in the form of free to use engines, independent developers, fresh ideas and inspirations, and of course, people to play the games that get made. It’s easy to think that with the way the largest parts of the landscape are right now that the whole has gone rotten, but that’s simply not true.

Video games are art, and art is ever changing. You can’t pin down the best of something to an era that barely knew what it was doing. I promise that someone will make the next Mario Kart 64 or Halo Combat Evolved, it might just be someone who only programs on the weekends and has two friends making models and textures. It also might only be on a website others deemed “not a real platform”. But I assure you it is, and that game is somewhere out there. Either neatly packed into a .zip file for you to download at a name your price rate, or in the mind of some hobbyist developer who’s just cracking open a tutorial for the engine they downloaded.

Brand new games are released every day online! Go find your new favourite at places like itch.io!

[ijustwantedtobeoneofthestrokesuk]

Trouble Will Find You

The world is different these days. Some of our favourite bands would have stayed together if they had opened up about their mental health back then but it just wasn’t something people discussed, especially young men. Today that has changed and some of those former musicians are using their experiences to support new bands, to help them ride the wave of success and failure of being in a band alongside the pressures and demands of the industry, fans and their own expectations for creativity.  

Humans aren’t made to spend 2 years in a tour bus every day with the same 5 people, getting highs for one hour each night from thousands of people then fuel their bodies with drink and drugs to keep the high going until the next day, waking up on a travelling bus to another city with a hangover and to do it all over again. 

When a record label discovers a new band, they might take them down to the pub, have a few beers while they chat. Seems pretty civilised until you think, what other line of work would it be acceptable for grown-up adults to take 18 year olds to the pub to discuss their future with a few beers? Then, after this point, the relationship between business meetings and alcohol is now normalised for these young adults and their relationship with alcohol deepens. It’s rock ‘n’ roll, we’ve been told for decades that rock stars do drink and drugs, obviously, if your management or label are buying the rounds in, you aren’t going to say no, you’re a rockstar now, it’s part of the job. 

Tom Greatorex (Black Wire) “I think we've come to a point where mental health is being spoken about so openly and without shame that it has to be addressed in the entertainment sector. 

What other industry plies people with booze night after night because they think it's going to make them better at their job? I'm not suggesting abstinence but I would be demanding industry support and a sense of culpability from it. 

In the music industry the artist doesn't create the product which the industry sells; the artist IS the product.” 

Matt McManamon (The Dead 60’s) “There’s absolutely not enough support for musicians when it comes to mental health. This is a subject I feel quite passionate about, and although I believe it is getting marginally better, there definitely was no support whatsoever when I was active with The Dead 60s.  

I myself have struggled and have had mental health issues, that first came to prominence shortly after the band had been dropped in 2008. I think the record companies in particular morally owe their artists some level of care and aftercare in relation to this. It just wasn’t spoken about back then, the attitude of the industry was: If you (the artist) can’t deliver or give us something we need, then we (the record company) don’t want to know you. 

It was extremely fickle and ‘cutthroat’  and had the potential to be very damaging to certain types of people, the music industry can be a dangerous game to be involved in.” 

For over 100 years Help Musicians has been an independent charity for musicians of any genre at any stage of their career. Funded by donations and sponsors, the charity has seen an increase in demand for their services which include mental health, creative development, aftercare for musicians in retirement and those suffering with long-term illness.  

Adam Ficek (Babyshambles) “I couldn't find a therapist that understood my unique situation of being a musician in the music industry shaved by (minor) media interest. I found 'music industry' therapists and coaches but none that had ever been on tour or played an instrument. They saw the world from the commercial perspective, I didn't. 

As a musician I had spent many 8 hour days behind any instrument, it was my everything... this was then superimposed in the melting pot of the music industry. It's quite difficult to understand this. I found my own therapy very useful, continue to do so… thus, I trained. 

I've now been studying for 7 years, first a counsellor, then a psychotherapist, almost a doctor (psychologist). I specialise in musicians and provide a solemn (musicking) voice amongst the other therapists in the area.” 

Blaine Harrison (Mystery Jets) “There are some brilliant charities and organisation today which weren’t out there when me and my friends were 19 and venturing out for the first time into the minefield of the music industry. But even if those resources had been there, I’m not sure how many would have made good use of them. There’s something about the untameable ambition of youth which convinces you that you are strong enough to take anything on. When you’re experiencing your first taste of success and having all sorts of things thrown at you for free, you very rarely take a minute to consider how you’ll feel when all those people stop knocking at your door and supplies seemingly dry up, and there’s a cooler new gang in town.  

I count myself lucky to have a close relationship with my family and an incredible group of friends who were never afraid to knock me down a peg or two when I needed it. But I have seen countless other young musicians swept up and how they have had to put themselves back together after going through that gauntlet. I can’t help feeling it’s primarily a male problem as much as it is an issue for musicians as a whole. But thankfully I think as men we’re slowly getting better at asking for help when we need it. That slow change has been an encouraging thing to observe over the past few years. We’re all flesh and bone under our leather jackets.” 

Dominic Masters (The Others) “The music industry doesn't have a policeman keeping it in 'check' and it's not really regulated. It's not as if there is a HR department and well-being departments for artists or aftercare once the artists has been dropped. There is a vast amount of suicides in the industry and artists dying young. I've always worked from a young age, as I've always had no choice but to work to pay bills, so when we couldn't get the third album I reverted back to work, like I had done before. I think maybe for other artists who get dropped it might come as a bit of shock to them if they haven't worked in a job before. People do focus on just one career in their heads and sometimes when it doesn't work out you have to be agile, adapt and move on.” 

Amy Winehouse’s downfall was there to see, it was front-page news, it sold papers and felt a little gross when the tabloids were mourning her death, they were part of the problem. Addiction is a health condition, not everybody suffers with it and not all addicts choose drugs as their vice. Amy was becoming one of the biggest stars at the peak of her addiction, there was a lot of pressure on her, the tabloids mocked her addiction instead of showing sympathy. They had spent 2 years laughing at “Kate Moss’ junkie boyfriend”, until he was no longer her boyfriend.  

Alfie Jackson (The Holloways) “It feels like for Rob (Skipper) there wasn’t really enough support around him and maybe that’s why he ended up on heroin.” 

Tahita Bulmer (New Young Pony Club) “There’s definitely not enough support for musicians’ mental health. Watching the whole Amy Winehouse debacle from the sidelines was a lesson in how not to treat someone fragile and obviously struggling with severe self-esteem issues. No one gave a shit if you were having a bad day/week/month/year. If you were grieving or struggling with trauma. 

I spent a lot of 2008-2010 suicidally depressed and basically got told off for being "sullen" in interviews and "aloof" elsewhere when I was just trying to hold myself together. No attempts were made to understand my condition. No concessions were made for your level of exhaustion and parties at all levels of the industry assume it's fine to push artists past their limits because artists should be grateful for the opportunities they are offered, regardless of how damaging it is to be exploited and driven in that way. It's a meat grinder.” 

Zac Stephenson (Special Needs) “Support for musicians is getting better but only because it could hardly have been worse. Substance-related suffering was glamourised for decades. We wanted our rock stars to be excessive, to drive Rolls Royce’s into swimming pools and to have overdoses. We subconsciously respected artists more if they had mental health issues. We called it “intensity” when it certainly would have caused trauma to them and those around them.  

And it wasn’t just the artists themselves, most of their inner circle would be up to similar stuff. Then the circle outside that would replicate it with a view to getting into that inner circle. Rock ‘n’ roll excess left a train of debris behind it that’s far and wide, affects countless people and for the most part unseen.  

Of course rich stars were able to go to expensive rehab facilities but many of the poorer ones, the ones whose careers stalled or stopped entirely, were left with the addictions and just quietly died. I know some of them. I could have been one of them but I managed to get the help I needed and it’s four years now since I touched alcohol or drugs.  

Lately, society has started to identify that it’s not right to lionise mental health-related chaos. There are more support systems in place for anyone that is suffering and that’s great. I think the death of “rock’n’roll” in its most crapulent incarnation might provide less amusement for many people but it will save lives and prevent a lot of trauma.  I know this all comes across a bit maudlin but having lived it, it does leave behind scars which tend to dilute the nostalgia. And I know a lot of it was down to personal choices but that life can be a maelstrom and it’s hard to make rational decisions when you find yourself in irrational settings.”

NEXT CHAPTER

[linuxgamenews]

Record and Share Your Gameplay: Steam Game Recording

Steam Game Recording for Linux and Steam Deck now officially lets you create and share your gameplay with Windows PC players. Thanks to the talented developers at Valve for this game-changing feature. Which also happens to have a Steam page. Steam Game Recording has officially levelled up from Beta to full release on Linux and Steam Deck, as well as Windows PC. Whether you're all about sharing those “did that really just happen?” moments or capturing your best moves. Steam has just made it way easier to record, save, and share all your gameplay highlights. Thanks to the smart minds at Valve, now we’ve got a simple yet powerful tool that takes care of recording while we game – so no more “ugh, I missed the clip” situations. Just make sure to Check for Updates in your client and you will see the option in Settings.

Game Recording is now out of beta and available for everyone! Learn more here: https://t.co/H5z6Reykmx pic.twitter.com/eytE9dOckQ

— Steam (@Steam) November 6, 2024

Never Miss a Moment with Steam Background Game Recording on Linux

Steam’s new Background Recording feature is like having a shadow that saves your gameplay on the go. You set how long you want it to record and it’ll automatically keep the last chunk of your game, so your drive doesn’t fill up, and you don’t have to stress about starting or stopping the recording manually. Just play, and when something epic happens, you know it’s saved! There’s also an On-Demand mode if you want to go old-school and control when it starts and stops.

Find the Good Stuff with the Steam Timeline and Event Markers

Ever wished you could jump right back to a key moment without hunting for it in a long recording? The Steam Game Recording Timeline lets you do just that on Linux! As you play, you’ll see event markers that highlight important in-game moments, achievements, or even screenshots. You can drop your own markers, too – so if you pull off an awesome move, just mark it, and it’s easy to find later. Plus, in games with special timeline support, the game itself can automatically add markers when key events happen. Think of it as a “smart timeline” that lets you get right to the action.

Replay Moments Anytime – Jump Back and See What Happened

Say you’re in the middle of a battle and want to check what went wrong when your hero took a hit, or maybe you missed a line from an NPC. With Steam’s replay feature, you can easily jump back and see the action on Linux with Steam Game Recording. It’s like a mini instant replay right in your game overlay, perfect for checking out those details you may have missed on the first go.

Clip It – Only Save the Best Bits Steam Game Recording for Linux

Not every second of gameplay is worth saving – and that’s where clips come in. With Steam’s new clipping tool, you can save only the parts you want. Trim out the downtime, keep only the epic moments, and create short clips that show off the highlights. Steam’s Recordings & Screenshots interface has been completely redesigned to make clipping super easy. So your favorite moments are just a few clicks away.

Share Your Clips with Ease

What’s the point of an epic moment if you can’t share it, right? Steam has made it very easy to send Linux game clips you record to friends or post them online. With just one click, you can share your clips through Steam chat, on social media. Or even send them from your Steam Deck to a Windows PC or mobile device. And if you’re on Steam Deck, there’s a new Save / Share menu you can pull up. During or after gameplay to quickly send clips wherever you want. Steam’s making it easier than ever to show off your gaming skills.

The New Timeline, Markers, and Highlight Viewer

Steam for Linux now has a Timeline view to help you navigate game recordings. As you play, markers pop up to capture achievements, events, or whatever you think is cool – and these markers make it a breeze to find key moments later. Timeline-enhanced games even create automatic markers, so you can see when important stuff happens as you play. You can also add your own personal markers, or let the game drop markers on the timeline when major events go down. For players who love reviewing their best moments, the new Highlight Viewer is your friend. With playback controls and a “Jump to Next Event” button. It’s easy to skip between highlights and replay the good stuff.

One Linux Manager for All Your Steam Game Recordings

The updated Steam Recordings & Screenshots Manager gives you one spot to keep track of everything you’ve captured from your Linux game. For timeline-supported games, this is where things get good – Steam adds game-specific tags and other details to your Linux recordings. Helping you organize and find your footage fast. So now all your moments – wins, fails, and everything in between – are easy to save, search, and replay.

Save, Share, and Export Your Clips Anywhere

Steam has made sure you can send your clips wherever you need them. You can save footage as an MP4 file or export it directly from your Steam Deck or PC. Send clips straight to your mobile device via QR code or even create a temporary link to share with Windows PC friends. Plus, with one-click export options, you can quickly get your footage ready for social media or save it for later. Steam’s recording setup is built to work smoothly, so you’re always a step away from sharing with the world.

Choose Your Recording Mode in Steam and Keep Gaming

Steam has options for every game recording style on Linux. There’s a manual push-button start and stop method if you prefer to control it yourself. Or, for those of us who just forget to press record, Background Recording has your back. It’s capturing your game in the background, so you never miss a moment. You can even set specific recording durations and quality for each game. Or go with an infinite recording mode if you’re in for a long session. And when that perfect moment happens, a quick hotkey makes it easy to capture. The Steam community has also developed open-source tools for Linux related to game recording and integration with the client. For instance, the steam-clip-exporter is a command-line tool designed to export your clips. So, whether you’re on Steam Deck or Linux, even a Windows PC, this new feature is here to make saving and sharing gameplay easier than ever. Now there’s no reason to let any epic moment slip by! Check out the Steam page.

[random-yandere-fandom]

Could you please do platonic older brother light yagami x reader.

Keep in mind that I am an only child, so I have no idea what living with siblings is like. Otherwise I just talked about Sayu a lot in this, it just kinda happened. As a reminder, Sayu is his younger sis who barely had any screen time

Platonic yandere Light as an older brother

You and Sayu are not that far apart in age, and yet your older brother treats you quite differently. Sure, he cares for your sister and helps her if asked, but she has so much more freedom than you. Light lets her go wherever she wants to as long as its reasonable and your parents allow it, but as soon as it comes to you, `reasonable` is suddenly barely anything. Your brother is protective, refusing to let you go out whenever he deems it too dangerous. He makes sure that you always finish your chores, your homework, get enough sleep and eat enough. It’s suffocating, how much he controls you, and even your parents and sister have given up disagreeing with him, his arguments being way too convincing. You, who doesn’t know anything else though, will be used to it, even if you describe him as an annoyance most of the time.

That said, Light is also incredible gentle with you, assisting you when you need him, comforting you after a nightmare, praising you when you finish your work and patiently teaching you if you have any problems. He prides himself with being the first one you go to in any situation, something that he has worked hard for. If your parents start to subtly, without meaning to, pressure you to do better, he takes the burden upon himself by distracting them. Since he is already getting good grades and his behaviour is flawless there is no need for another gifted child in the family, unless you yourself decide you want to improve and be above average Light will make sure that you don’t strain yourself. Sure, it’s hard to be the golden child, but as long as you are proud of your big brother there is nothing else he needs.

When you guys were younger it wasn’t uncommon for you three siblings to play together, and even though Light loved you guys, he never went easy on you. It was fine though, while he created intricate plans to beat the two of you, you and Sayu grew closer by cursing him and teaming up against him. Actually, your sister is one of the only people Light is totally comfortable with entrusting you. Sometimes he even grows jealous of your own parents, though he’d never show it, instead offering to play your favourite game with you to distract you from them. 

On the topic of people he trusts, the list is short. It’s hard for anyone beyond family to get close to you and befriend you. Your brother just kinda hovers around you and demands most of your time. Still, he knows that not socializing might be bad for your development, so he lets some of your classmates be your aquaintances and if they prove themselves worthy they might be allowed to call themselves your friend. Even then he scrutinizes them constantly, worry about your well being motivating him to do so. As for any romantic advances in your direction, you can be sure that Light shuts these down as soon as possible.

When he gets his Death Note his motivation is also heavily influenced by you. He knows that you would like to go out more and do your own thing, but as dangerous as the world is he simply can’t allow you to. However, now he has the chance to create a world where you’ll be safe and he’d be a bad brother not to do anything he can to achieve that, right? He’ll also have Ryuk watch over you from time to time, but prefers to do so himself. Light would not tell you about his plan though, not unless it’s absolutely needed, because there is a lot of stress coming with the whole situation that he’d like to keep away from you. 

[blzzrdstryr]

Yanderes caring for a sick Darling hcs - Liyue boys edition

Starring: Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

[Mondstadt boys edition]

[Mondstadt girls edition]

Childe

Despite his reputation of bloodlusted, fight obsessed battle maniac, Childe is very skilled in and takes pleasure from many fields, including those that don’t really fit into a stereotype of the walking war machine.

Like cleaning or cooking. If your forced relationship somehow develops into the sugary, honeymoon phase, expect him to bring a light breakfast into the bed minutes after your awakening.

Honestly, he views caring for you as both a weird ownership sign and a conquest thing. When you’re sick, you’re weak and vulnerable and dependent, so tending to you is having your entire health and possibly life under his thumb.

He won't say it out loud, yet he will make it absolutely clear to you that he is in control here and it's him who decides whether you'll be healthy again or not. Dare to mouth him too harshly or act too coldly and Childe will leave you all alone, with no comfort or medicine to alleviate your pains.

He, of course, will quickly forgive you once you beg and humiliate yourself enough, and turn back to the loving husband he tries to act as, abd return to being your main caretaker - he usually has servants looking after you, but your sickness is a special occasion, he wants to be the only witness to your vulnerability and weakness.

If you stay docile and nice, then he will also act extra nice ceasing the mental games he usually plays on you. Childe likes to test you and your devotion to him, yet he also understands you being sick might be a serious deal, so he doesn’t want to subject you to unnecessary stress.

With the emotional manipulations out of the window, Childe won't get any more tolerable though, as he will coo and "aww" at your perceived weakness, especially if you aren't known for your any fighting prowess and skills.

You know how sometimes people adore small, harmless animals like bunnies and kittens? That's how he perceives you at the moment. Healthy you is already weak and dependent on him, and having you sick is just a great temptation to him - you are so cute like that, delirious and vulnerable, he wants to have you like this 24/7.

Despite the frequent thoughts he won't sabotage your treatment - sickness can cause long term issues and shouldn't be toyed with, even if the sight of ill you awakes something feral inside of him.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't know much about humans - he talked with some in the past, sees the guests at the Wangshu inn, he even saved them a couple of times from the approaching monsters, but it's still not enough to form a general understanding of them.

Most of the human's inner workings are a great mystery to him - be it feelings and thoughts or the mechanisms of the body.

Xiao knows that sometimes humans get sick, he doesn’t know why though.

He won't believe you at first, when you say you're sick, thinking that it’s just a ploy to divert his attention and use this opportunity for an escape attempt.

Xiao, however, will start to regret his thoughts once your symptoms worsen enough. He will feel like the last scum in Teyvat, especially if you’re still being defiant to his love and the whole kidnapping affair.

See, Xiao doesn’t like to think about what he has done by pulling you out of your life and confining to one place, his history is enough to make him despise the mere idea of stripping one of their freedom. That's why his thoughts never dwell on your whole situation, there's just too many uncomfortable parallels between you and past nameless Xiao for him to exist without his conscience eating him alive.

Your sickness is another resemblance to his past, as the evil god that enslaved him always pushed Xiao to his limits, uncaring of how it will affect his mental and physical help.

Can he deem himself “right” for kidnapping you and isolating you from a dangerous, dangerous world if he lets you go sick under his watch?

Despite his clear dislike of populated areas, he will bolt to the human settlements the second he realizes you won’t beat the illness on your own. Xiao will terrify the local apothecary and medicine seller, demanding a cure for your condition.

Expect him to be glued to your hip for the next few weeks - even if you recover and get healthy again, Xiao will still be a nervous and anxious wreck inside - all his life he has been suffering and losing, he can’t find any strength to part with you too.

Zhongli

Zhongli is the most tolerable on the list here, unlike Xiao he isn’t a big worrier, nor he will actively adore the fact that you’re ill like Childe.

Just like Venti he can instantly cure you. With gnosis or not, Rex Lapis is still a six thousand years old deity, strong and powerful enough to rain meteorites from the skies.

However, unlike Venti, he won’t do it right away, especially if you caught something non-threatening like seasonal flu. He believes that tending to the sick is a special kind of intimacy, as looking after you in such a way requires a certain level of trust and commitment.

By helping you combat the disease and alleviating your pain, he kind of bonds with you as your caretaker, no matter how dehumanizing it may sound. Humans even with their complex and advanced technology and civilizations still remain animals inside.

One of the ways to earn the feral animal’s trust is to tend to it’s injuries and provide it with food, so Zhongli believes that caring for you will lessen your ire even if it decreases by the smallest drops. He’s ready to do anything to win your affections.

He will be a patient, calm presence to your discomfort, doing everything to lessen your pain.

Zhongli also knows a lot of natural remedies and traditional medicine, having lived among humans long enough. He will cook a special rice congee - it’s light and easy to digest, and have you drinking ginger tea, known for its anti-inflammatory properties.

[rabbitcoveredinmoss]

Killer x Cannibal AU with Ghost and Soap

Warning(s) - Cannibalism ,  Blood , Death , Swearing (Ghost is Bri’ish, it's only natural) , The smallest mention of Ghost’s childhood

Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea, luv u <3

I can’t think of a creative title for this lolz

This ain’t proofread

Kind of a headcanon list, kinda not??

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▸Soap and Ghost’s (platonic)relationship was rocky with each other at first, Ghost being super hard on Soap but with some help from Price they got it sorted out

▸Not too long after Ghost started noticing Soap acting different, getting nervous and fidgety around him, avoiding eye contact. Ghost was a little slow in figuring out why but when Gaz told him it made sense

▸Ghost thought it was kinda funny and he eventually caught feelings as well, of course denying it whenever someone brought it up

▸It was after a very demanding mission where everyone on the team had gotten decent injuries. Soap had the most critical injuries out of all of them, the doctor telling them if he got in any later he would have died

▸Ghost surprised himself with how much he cared about Soap condition, spending most of his time healing time with Johnny

▸The evening had been spent with boring card games. Soap still being demeaned bed-bound by the doctor

▸They had just finished another game, Ghost groaning when Soap collected all the cards and started shuffling them again

▸”Isn’t there something else we can do? I’m sick of these boring card games” Ghost complained

▸”The doc says he can’t let me go yet. I've been sick of these cards since day 1, but there’s nothin’ else I can do. I keep bringing you in here to try and cure my boredom but you ain’t helping one bit. I’m debating kickin’ you out here for good and pickin’ one of the other boys” Soap replied

▸”You're calling me boring McTavish?”

▸”Yes L.T”

▸”Nothin I can do to make this all worth your while then?”

▸”There’s one thing I can think of but I don’t think you’d ever be able to bring yourself to do it”

▸”Oh really?” The eye space in his balaclava showing as he raised his eyebrows

▸”What exactly is it that you want me to do?” Ghost asked scooting his chair forward, getting closer to Soap’s torso

▸Ghost watched as Soap started to stutter and his cheeks turn rosy

▸”I uh,,..”

▸”Hmm? Speak up”

▸Soap paused, breaking eye contact and wiping the sweat off the back of his neck

▸”I want you to kiss me”

▸Ghost was expecting the answer from Soap but it still took him by surprise 

▸The silence from Ghost made Soap get really embarrassed, motioning him to get up and leave but it was interrupted by Ghost kissing him and then getting up and leaving

▸”Wha, Where you going?!” Soap called out

▸”It’s late, get some rest McTavish”

▸That night lead to Ghost and Soap starting their relationship only a couple weeks later

▸The relationship was kept a secret of course, Soap was real good at hiding it but Ghost kinda gave it away sometimes. He just couldn’t help hovering around his partner, making sure he was safe

▸Gaz was quick to figure it out

▸Price had a hunch but he wouldn’t believe it until either of the boys personally confirmed it

▸The lovers didn’t get to spend too much time together in the beginning but when Price gave them both a break from work, Soap suggested that one of them spends the break at the other’s house

▸Ghost refused to let Soap come over, he had many things scattered around his apartment that he worried Soap would judge him for and end the relationship over

▸Soap was oddly nervous about Ghost being in his home. It was a small house on the very edge of a small town. It was nothing special but that was done on purpose, to hopefully be out of the radar of enemies

▸Soap was more nervous than when he first developed his crush on Ghost. But Ghost brushed it off, saying it was just because this was the first time he would see where he lived but his suspicion grew again when Soap denied him to enter the basement

▸It was one of the houses where you could see the basement start and the windows peaking out right on the ground level of outside. All the windows were blocked with pieces of cardboards

▸The two things were suspicious on their own, but when Soap would disappear for nearly hours at a time, either heading straight to the basement or leaving the house for a bit then sneaking back in through the back door and into the basement.

▸The sneaking away didn’t happen often but enough for Ghost to notice

▸Ghost wanted to give his lover the benefit of the doubt but he could help but be curious

▸Ghost woke up in the late hours of the night, he was big spooning Soap who was fast asleep. Ghost carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake him. He got up and walked over to the bathroom and when he was done and got out, he waited outside the door. Ghost wanted to know what was in the basement but Soap guarded the door like a hawk. But he was asleep right now, he wouldn’t know

▸Ghost carefully walked over to the door, he tried it but it didn’t budge. Soap must’ve had a key somewhere

▸He searched for keys around the house, trying them on the door if he didn’t knew what they did

▸He was willing to give up but when he walked back into the shared bedroom, he saw a key sticking out of one of Soap’s pants pocket. 

The pants had been discarded and thrown on the ground when they first got in the bed together

▸Ghost walked over leaning down and reaching for the key, before he picked it up he checked Soap, making sure he wasn’t awake. Soap wasn’t so Ghost picked up the key and walked back over to the basement door

▸He placed the key all the way in and turned it and it unlocked

▸Ghost slowly opened the door, careful for if it squeaked. And when it didn’t Ghost stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the darkness

▸He spotted a small night light lighting up the bottom of the stairs and the faint outline of a light switch

▸He started to take the first step but he briefly heard noise coming from the bedroom. He quickly stepped back and closed the door, throwing the key behind a pile of stuff on a table nearby

▸Quietly walking back to the bedroom and leaning on the doorway. Ghost watched as Soap frantically searched his pants pockets, gasping when he noticed Ghost was watching him

▸“Looking for something?” Ghost quietly asked

▸”Uh,, no….. Well yes. I thought I had put something in my pockets but I guess not. Must’ve put it somewhere else. Nothing serious enough to worry about though” Soap answered 

▸”Good. You can worry about it in the morning” Ghost said as he climbed back into bed, pulling Soap back into spooning

-

▸It was the last week the two had together. Soap had disappeared again and Ghost sat mindlessly watching the T.V

▸He was pulled out of his daydreamy state by loud noises coming from the basement. Sounds like things falling over and something attempting to shout out in pain but quickly being shushed

▸Ghost had thought someone had broken in and was now hurting Soap

▸He rushed over the door turning the knob. He wasn’t expecting it to be unlocked but brushed past it as he rushed down the stairs

▸When he got to the bottom of the stairs he quickly looked around, pausing when he saw the open area

▸It was all cement floors and walls. There was a table off to one of the walls, it was metal and had blood stains all on the top flat surface and wall mounted cupboards not too far off to the left. On the opposite wall was an old green couch and a just as old coffee table not too far in front

▸Looking closer revealed more blood stains. On the handles of the cupboards, on the ground, couch, and coffee table. Just basically everywhere

▸Of course all the blood could’ve been Soap’s but Ghost was too panicked at the sight of blood and the lack of Soap

▸Ghost quickly scanned the rest of the room, seeing a small hallway with multiple doors

▸He rushed over trying to closest door, calling out to Soap and when he didn’t answer moving over to the other doors and doing the same thing

▸The last door he tried opened and he flung the door open, moving to enter the room put pausing in the doorway

▸In the middle of the room was Soap sitting on the ground, strangling a stranger who was fidgeting between his legs. His hands and half of his upper arms were drawing in blood, as well as his mouth and chin and dripping down his neck

▸The area connecting the shoulders and neck on the stranger was gushing with blood. They were shirtless and Ghost could see chunks of flesh missing from they’re chest

▸Ghost could see the stranger attempting to reach for him, pleading for him to help them, but before Ghost could do something Soap had quickly moved his hands and snapped the strangers neck, pushing their now dead body to the side as he stood up

▸”Please please let me explain” Soap pleaded as he fully stood up, raising his arms up towards Ghost

▸(Ghost would never admit that the sight of Soap all covered in someone else’s blood would be hot)

▸”What the fuck is this!? Is this what you’ve been fucking hiding down here all this time!? Are you running a fucking morgue or something??”

▸”Okay I know this is weird, but uh-..You said I could talk to you about anything right?? You’d be willing to try and understand?”

▸”When I said that cannibalism wasn’t on my mind”

▸”Yeah well your promise still counts!.. So,. please”

▸Ghost was surprised at Soap’s change of tone and posture. He meant it when he said cannibalism wasn’t on his mind when he promised he’d stick by Soap’s side. But Soap was right about him also saying that, no matter what it was, Ghost would be willing to listen and try to understand

▸Soap looked hurt and embarrassed about the situation and Ghost couldn’t bring himself to hurt him and break his heart

▸Soap slightly picked his head up, looking at Ghost and giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes

▸It worked

-

▸Ghost didn’t remember a whole lot past that point, his extensive childhood trauma giving him some memory loss. It's not that he needed to remember but he felt a bit frustrated when he was murdering some poor soldier to bring back to Johnny and he couldn’t remember why he was doing it

▸It’s not that it was a surprise he was willing, Ghost wasn’t the most sane person

▸Ghost also found himself, confused? He was happy to bring his love fresh human meat to eat?

▸Ghost knew if anyone found out they would surely both be put in a mental asylum

▸Before Ghost had agreed to bring Soap bodies to chew on, Soap was able to go a couple days, maybe even a couple weeks, without needing to cave in on his craving. But Ghost spoiled him

▸When they had to go back to their work in the military, Soap would take along a small-ish thermos stuffed with as much flesh as he could cram in

▸Soap could only take a small bite everyday, making sure he had enough to last him through until he could go back home. But if Soap’s craving got bad or he started to run out, Ghost was very willing to,. put another soldier on permanent leave iykwim

▸And so the lovers spent their days with a dirty secret. One a murderer and the other a cannibal

▸(Ghost would also never admit that he’d tried some human before, and may or may not have liked it)

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My gay heart can’t get enough of these gay boys

Uhh merry christmas <3 (im not late you are)

[arcadejohn127-9]

Could you do the Brothers and undatables reacting to MC being poisoned and finding out that Micheal was trying to kill them because he was jealous that MC was close with the brothers. Let me just say your work is great the way you describe the situation before going into the reactions is really interesting. Thank you so much!!!!

I already had this ask half way done but Tumblr decided to delete all my work due to buggy WiFi - I'm currently in pain 😭

I don't know much about poison so bare with me, I just looked at the basic symptoms and went "I'm smart" I've passed out after being ill or just in general quite a few times when younger so I had faith

This also has a bonus Michael part! I've decided to add his response to the boys reactions in its own format or else each one will just have a repeat of the same Michael Response

Warning: angst, implied vomitting, attempted murder, fainting, spoilers of lesson 37 and 16, gore on Michaels part, long

"from Michael...?" You questioned outloud, unsure on how to feel about the parcel you've found.

Your relationship with the angel wasn't a defined one. You didn't hate him but you didn't like him either; there was always something about his presence that made you fearful. You choked it up to be just internalised fear due to hearing the brothers experience of the celestial realm and angels.

You've never met him in person; the first conversation you had of him was when you stabbed yourself with the dagger instead of Lucifer. You saw the light and he spoke to you, surprised and shocked at the love you had for the demons. Even then you never really got to speak to him again, he was a mystery. You've sent a few letters and he's returned some and Simeon is a link between you two. But other than that? You didn't really have a relationship with him.

So why? Why would he send you a gift?

You looked inside to see a packet of apple pieces and herbs inside of a snack shaped teabag. You admired the unique shape and couldn't stop a small smile appearing. It was definitely cute! And you finally got to use the new kettle and cups barbatos got you.

You decided to text Simeon, telling him to thank Michael for your gift. He was surprised by this but agreed, happy you two were connecting.

Whilst your new tea brewed you were trying to figure out a way to repay his kindness. Sure it was simple small gift but he was reaching out - you were giddy! Hopeful this meant he was fully on board to the exchange program.

But you soon would regret drinking that tea. It was so sweet you couldn't stop drinking it; your lips only leaving the cup of a second of breath. It was addicting. The herb covered apples pieces gave it a nice slight bitterness. But it wasn't overbearing but didn't make it taste like sugar in your mouth.

As soon as the last gulp came down; something came up. You hunched over as your stomach churned, a disgusting taste forcing itself up your throat. Your vision growing blurry as you stumbled out of your seat, the light in your room feeling like knives to your eyes. You tried closing them but the effect didn't change. You were barely hunched over on your side releasing everything in your stomach. It stung your throat, your stomach feeling painfully empty.

There was this invisible feeling telling you to go to sleep. You wanted to obey but the light felt too painful. In your dazed state you shakily texted the groupchat a sloppy "help me ASAP, my room" before letting your body go limp, heaving as you just laid there, dragging a nearby jacket over your head and let your vision be consumed by the darkness.

Lucifer:

He's heart broken

How did this happen? You were fine and now you're not moving

Your breathing was faint against his neck as he held you

He saw the parcel and connected the dots, Eden's tea

It was a death sentence for any human, a treat for demons and a punishment for angels

He's started a war once, he can do it again

Whilst he knew he couldn't enter the celestial realm he demanded that Michael show himself

When his demands went unanswered, he was ready to break all rules

"He's gone too far, I don't care for his reasons! I WILL DESTORY THE CELESTIAL REALM IF I HAVE TO! HE WILL ANSWER ME!"

when you received a cure all his angers washed away with relief

Happy to have you awake again even if it was for a few moments

Mammon:

FLASHBACK ARE STRONG

All he can think about his how you looked like in the past; dying in his arms

He immediately went to blame belphie but almost tripped over the parcel

He's an idioit but he knew what this tea was

Becomes feral with rage and overly protective of your unconscious body

He's hunched over by your side at all times just growling at anyone who comes near you

He wanted to hurt Michael but he wanted to stay with you

He'd talk to you and tell you how he was going to get payback

"I should of known he'd do something-! I'll never forgive him- DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!! I'M DOING THIS FOR THEM!"

As soon as you get the cure he's hugging you and telling you how much he missed you

Levithan:

When he found you, his heart dropped

It only got worse when he found the parcel and realized what Michael has done

he will remind the celestial realm why he is an admiral of hell's navy

He spends time by the sea communicating with any creature he can get; telling them if things go down he'll need them to flood the gates of heaven

When he isn't planning war he's with you, playing games, trying to ignore how dead you looked

He would remind you what buttons to push when your chatacter didn't move

"YOU THINK I'LL JUST LET THIS SLIDE??!! HE'S KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!"

He broke down sobbing when you woke up after getting a cure

He was convinced you were dead but here you were, alive and awake

Satan:

He's a detective nerd so of course he scoped out the scene

When he found the parcel and Michaels name - oh boy

Never met the man and pities him for letting their first meeting be the angels demise

It wasn't long before he had to be detained

Screaming and tearing up anything he could, yelling at his brother's for falling

He blamed his brothers, he blamed Michael and he blamed himself

Hated being locked away from you, would course more of a fuss when he couldn't see you

"I WILL KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU IF YOU DON'T LET ME GET TO THAT DAMN ANGEL!! I HATE YOU!"

He's only calmed down when you are given a cure and he's told you're alive

Is finally allowed to see you and he holds you tight

Asmodeus:

When he found you he was sobbing

It only grew worse when he found out what happened

In Denial

Not of Michael, he believed that but in denial you were dead or were dying

Kept insisting you were just tired and sleeping

Destroyed an entire room when one of them insisted you weren't sleeping

He'd help you get ready and pamper you, telling you it's okay and you can thank him when you feel better

Would be seen wiping your face often in hopes it'll get rid of that death like appearance you have

"They're fine but Michael won't be, when my precious darling wakes up I'll make sure they know I'll make everything better."

When you bad your cure he started crying and laughing, telling everyone he was right

Clinged to you and let you sleep

Beezlebub:

He found the parcel almost immediately

And went into a rage - we all know how his hunger tantrums are

Would've destroyed the whole house if he wasn't restrained

Guilt

So much guilt, his shoulders are always sagging

Sits by your unconscious body so he feels like he's protecting you

Has tried kissing you awake

Hoping you'll wake up like a fairy tale Character and everything will be fine

"I'm going to kill Michael and I won't let any of you stop me....protect (Y/N) For me."

Was so happy and relieved when you got the cure, sticking to your side at all times even when you were awake

Belphegor:

He was quick to help you into bed and on your side

When he found the parcel he was ready to murder

His rage towards Michael massively outweighed his hatred for humanity - even Lucifer!

Beel couldn't keep control of him mostnofnthe time unless he got forceful, belphegor stuck in a headlock screeching bloody murder

Stress sleeping

Like many of the brothers he develops two modes: calm or PLANNING MASS MURDER

Whenever he gets overwhelmed he just forces body to shut down and sleep besides you

"Michael will face me again, I won't let him kill anyone else that I love! He got Lilith killed and he can't do the same for (Y/N)!"

As soon as the cure was found he was by your side

Letting you rest and watched over you

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Diavolo:

Found out through the brothers

Sees this as an act of war against the peace he's working for

He was normally sweet and forgiving but it seemed Michael wanted to rip to his last nerve

Demanded for every reliable demon to search for a cure

Even had Solomon try to make one

"Barbatos, what is the possibility of Michael coming down to the devildom or the human realm? I want 'discuss' with him what his actions have caused."

As soon he he found out you were alive and safe

He didn't stop his plans but let himself have time with you

Barbatos:

So much guilt

Like holy shit

Is just constantly questioning how he didn't prevent this

Asked permission from the lord to just change the timelines so this didn't happen but the brothers were against it

They demanded they didn't avoid this situation and let Michael face punishment

That he couldn't refuse, he was angered by the angel's actions

More than he would ever show

"humans are so fragile and their time is so limited - that's why I'm never going to let anyone cut theirs short again."

Was part of the cure search party, he led the group

Once you were cured he stayed with you

Acting as your butler and made to check each of your foods and drinks

Solomon:

It wasn't a wise decision to piss off a wizard with stupid amount of pacts

To think an angel would do such a thing

But whilst Everyone lost their temper and searched for a cure

He was wondering - why did it happen

He was ordered asked to make you a cure

He was able to do it but the real cure was also found - giving you extra cure wasn't going to harm you

But he did plan to harm Michael

"you'd think he was smarter than this, he didn't even hide he was the one who did it but all it does is make my job easier."

nursed you until you woke up

Making sure you had mini cures to completely magic it out of your system

Simeon:

When he found out he was stunned

Betrayal - that's all he felt

How could Michael do such a thing?

But he knew Michael was a cruel angel, many having to drink Eden's tea as punishment

It burned their insides and had any poor soul sobbing for mercy after a gulp

"Michael you fool, you can get away with things in your league but you've involved the three realms into this....I pray you do not make your demise harder for yourself."

Was apart of the cure search party

Soothed you when you finally woke up, telling you it'll be okay

Let you rest as much as you wanted

Luke:

They tried to hide it from him but he kept demanding to see you

He wanted to know why everyone was acting strange

When he finally found out he was broken

His mentor

His idol

His everything

The person who always went for permission and knowledge

He thought so highly of him but he's hurt you

He's done more than that! He's tried to kill you!

He's been sobbing for days and locked himself away, he couldn't bare to see you after his once visit

He believed you were dead and they were just keeping your body

"Michael....why....why would you do this.... I thought you loved your brother's....I thought you were kind..!"

When he found out there was a cure he begged to help but they wouldn't let him

He only got to see you when you woke up and he was hugging you, crying

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Michael:

The angel knew they'd be upset

But 9 demons wanting his blood? One wizard ready to cause mayhem and even his own kind wanting his downfall?

That he didn't expect

In his blind jealousy he didn't expect they'd all care for you this much

Thinking apart of them would be relieved you weren't there

But no

"You were my brother's before you were their partner, I'm simply doing what is right! It was their time to meet him and finally stop controlling all of you! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME! I'M YOUR FAMILY! WHY ARE THEY MORE IMPORTANT?!"

He got his answer

His wings torn to shreds, chunks of flesh bitten off him and slashes all over his body

He was left in human world bleeding and barely recognisable

They didn't hold back

He dread to think what the rest of them would do when they find him

[bnhahq101]

Yandere hcs for the male villains? Preferably with a male reader, but gn works too.

He is possessive like no tomorrow

He tries to woo his darling first, only resorting to kidnapping if they continue to turn him down or he perceives there is a threat to them

Stalks them a lot before he even approaches them, noting their likes and dislikes, any unique preferences and other personal info

He may be a broke ass man but whatever money he does acquire (Aka steals) he spends on making his darling comfortable after kidnapping them

This man won’t raise a hand against his darling

Instead he will resort to psychological tactics and “remove” others (i.e. their family members, friends, etc.)

He will “train” his darling to love him

Won’t “force” himself on them, but will coerce them into it (again mind games)

His favourite method of “training” is isolation and he will leave them alone locked in a room with food and water for days with no source of entertainment

He’s not delusional and is aware of what he is doing is wrong, but he just wants to be loved

He loves cuddling his darling, especially when they are in his lap

If they ever show him willing affection, he would be over the moon.

There is no subtlety with this ashy motherfucker

He goes straight to kidnapping them and keep them in his room with a nest of blankets and pillows for them in one corner or even the closet if they want

will threaten to dust them if they try to escape

he will dust those they care about and anyone who seems to get too close as punishment

Demands daily affections and cuddles, always mindful to wear his digi-art gloves so as to not accidentally dust them

Will demand them to tell him about themselves (What they like, what they dislike, their favourite colour, etc.)

If they play nice, so will he, doting on them with affection and stolen gifts

He will restrain them if necessary, but always makes sure the restraints are padded enough to not be too uncomfortable.

 

He kidnaps his darling early on, under the veil of providing protection

Kai is incredibly possessive of his darling, making them scrub themselves red if they are touched by someone else

He treats them like royalty if they behave, and like a burdensome pet if they don’t

He keeps track of all of their health stats, performing medical exams on them himself on a monthly if not weekly basis

His favourite thing to do is simply sit and observe them through the two way mirror of their room.

He isn’t above hurting them, “remaking” them if they try to escape, but he prefers punishments that don’t mark their skin

Honestly, if you don’t try to escape, allow him to doll you up, accept cuddles on the rare occasion and allow the monthly/weekly medical examinations, he’s not too bad of a Yandere

But if they are non-complacent, it will be literal hell

 

This man will kidnap them the moment his obsession begins

Will use physical force to mindbreak them and “train” them

He doesn’t give two shits about their feelings or if they don’t want his “affections”

Honestly, he is the worst among the villains to begin with and this is reflected in his Yandere state

Restraints are also a common occurance

Threats occur daily, and physical abuse is his go to as punishment

His darling is a pet to him, not someone to love and he will kill them if he finds them too tedious

 

Completely the opposite of Goto

Jin is obsessive, yes, but he is so incredibly scared of hurting them in some way.

He worships the ground they walk on and would do anything for them

Jin would try to win their affections every way he could, only wanting their happiness

His obsession for them is something that both “sides” of him can agree on

He tries to reign in his more creepy traits, and ends up acting like a golden retriever, constantly tailing them if they let him.

Even as a Yandere, he is a complete gentleman

Yes, he is obsessed and possessive, but he is also incredibly silver-tongued

He will manipulate his darling into a relationship, slowly isolating them from everyone else

They wouldn’t even realize he was manipulating them either, as he would have an excuse for every action that actually made perfect sense

He will dote upon them, never raising a hand against them

His darling would live in utter blissful ignorance and if they ever did find out, by then it would be too late

 

We all know his obsession with real heroes versus fake heroes; now imagine him with a darling

He starts as a stalker type, simply being content in observing them as they go about their day-to-day life

He keeps a small notebook in which he records shit he notices (their best qualities, their favourite clothes, etc.)

His possessiveness comes in the form of wanting to protect them from heroes and villains alike

He would approach them eventually, probably after saving them from being mugged.

He is blunt with his obsession, but is surprisingly not as creepy about this as others

He would give his darling two options

Option one: allow him to “court” them properly

Option two: accept their fate of having him as a demented guardian angel, who would kill any hero or villain that got too close

He refuses to kidnap them, knowing they would be in greater danger of harm if he did so

Danjuro Tobita/Gentle Criminal (ran to photo limits)

He is a delusional type and would kidnap them early on

While he would never physically hurt them on purpose, it may happen by accident

He would want to shield them from the world, saying it is too dangerous for them

He would restrain them if necessary, but always uses the softest most padded restraints possible

He loves dressing them in what is essentially life size doll clothes

Honestly, his darling would probably develop Stockholm syndrome or learn to just go with the flow  

 

Kurogiri is a wildcard of a Yandere

Though he projects a gentleman aura and may appear calm, he’s a scary motherfucker

His darling has no chance of escape once he chooses to kidnap them

If they try to escape him, he will teleport them into a variety of situations (i.e. in the middle of the ocean, on top of a tall building, etc.)

He is a master manipulator and isn’t above physically hurting them

But he will also dote on them with gentle touches as he tends to wounds he inflicted, whispering sweet nothings in a honey sweet voice

Eventually, they would either go insane or fall victim to Stockholm syndrome

 

He is similar to Jin regarding his Yandere tendency

Only he is more likely kidnap them if necessary and may accidentally hurt them by holding them too tight

He would stick them in his room that he had already prepared for them, filling it with their items he had stolen from their own home

He would be shy even after kidnapping them and honestly his darling would probably pity him

He knows what he is doing is not right, but he also knows he can’t just release them after already kidnapping them

He will bring them their favourite foods, offers to play video games and watch anime with them and even offers to take them out if they promise to not try and escape

If he accidentally hurts them with his claws, he is incredibly apologetic and would take care of them accordingly

He would ask for cuddles eventually, becoming depressed if they reject them but elated if they accept

 

Honestly Kendo isn’t that bad of a Yandere

Yes, he may accidentally harm them by grabbing their wrist or arm and accidentally snapping or dislocating something, but he actually feels horrible about it

He is possessive, but he won’t kill their family or friends if they remain platonic

He has his code

Instead he is more about protecting them from harm, so strangers are fair game

Kendo is not delusional either, he knows its wrong to kidnap them, but his need to protect them overrules it

He can get frustrated though, especially when they don’t give in to his affections

He prefers isolation for punishment

[arvandus]

So hopefully I got in on time! Btw, I’ve been absolutely loving your HC’s, the stutter one was friggin adorable! I love soft Dabi, there’s not much of him out there in stories 😢

Anyway! I was wondering if you could do HC’s with Dabi for someone who may be deaf or just hard of hearing? Ifff your comfortable, I would love to see what he would do for a male s/o (or platonic friend/league member, etc, whichever you choose!) If you don’t want to do this it’s completely fine and you can switch it to ambiguous/female (I don’t know if you have ever done men before haha!)

Hello! I’m so flattered for this ask because you’re trusting me to portray something that’s personal to you and outside of my own experience. I can absolutely do this with a Male Reader (my first one!).

I’m not sure what type or level of hearing loss you had in mind, so I did my best with this and went with an acquired hearing loss that’s moderate-to-severe. Also, I wrote Reader as someone who wears hearing aids. I hope that’s all right, since that’s typically the case for those with more severe hearing loss (otherwise communication is really difficult to do, since I don’t suspect Dabi would know sign language). Also, I got a couple of cute ideas that I really wanted to fit into this that follow more of a friends-to-lovers sort of vibe rather than established relationship. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


Headcanons for Dabi x M!Reader who’s Deaf/Hard of Hearing (HOH)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1240

💙 When you first join the LOV, Dabi will be skeptical at first, as he is with all things. How could someone with a hearing loss really be of any value to the league? He can’t help but wonder what skills you’re bringing to the table to that convinced Shigaraki to allow you to join.

💙 Dabi doesn’t interact with you right away... he prefers to observe. Part of it is that he doesn’t care for attachments, even amongst his comrades. Another is that he doesn’t expect you to last very long in the League. If he does interact, it’ll be through snarky quips and insults. After all, he loves getting under other people’s skin... it makes him feel like has an advantage.

💙 So, it goes without saying that Dabi will be a hard nut to crack at first. He’ll definitely have some crappy preconceived notions about people with hearing loss that he’ll get to face as he’s forced to get to know you.

💙 For example, he learns super fast that your hearing has little to do with your intelligence. You’re fucking smart and more than capable of handling yourself, much to his surprise. You quickly become an important member of the team, and even Dabi can’t really argue your value. It only makes his interest in you grow, his skepticism giving way to curiosity.

💙 Another thing he learns about you... you value your independence and hate when others coddle or dote on you due to your hearing loss. The first time Toga had tried to treat you as something fragile (granted she was trying to be nice), you’d quickly put her in her place. Dabi couldn’t help but grin at that exchange...

💙 The great thing about Dabi sitting back and observing everyone else most of the time is that he gets to learn by proxy how to interact with you.

💙 Don’t mumble or talk too fast. Don’t look away when talking to you. Talk more clearly, and slower, but for God’s sake, don’t treat you like you’re dumb. You’re hard of hearing, not stupid.

💙 Even with all of that taken into consideration though, he’ll notice that while you seem to do fine in one-on-one exchanges in quiet environment, you’ll withdraw more in group gatherings. Is the chattering of multiple voices too much? Is the noise overwhelming? Even he can’t always tolerate the prattling of the social butterflies of the group, so he wouldn’t blame you if it got under your skin too.

💙 His interest will finally be piqued when he watches you retreat during a rather boisterously loud game night amongst the League. He’ll follow quietly behind you, watching as you pass your own room in favor of the stairwell leading up to the rooftop.

💙 You don’t notice he’s followed you until he sits next to you. Your eyes betray your surprised at his presence.

💙 “What are you doing here?” you demand.

💙 He’ll give you a grin and a cock of his head. “You didn’t seem like you were havin’ much fun back there. Got anything to do with these?” he’ll tap your hearing aid playfully.

💙 You huff at him. “If you want me to hear you better, you’ll need to sit on my other side. My hearing aid battery died.”

💙 “You don’t have a backup?” he asks as he adjusts his position.

💙 You shake your head.

💙 “Doesn’t sound too bad.” He’ll tease. “I wish I could turn off my ears, especially when Toga laughs.”

💙 You give him a glare at his insensitive comment. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

💙 He raises an eyebrow at you and think for a moment, before looking back out over the cityscape. “Why don’tcha tell me about it then.”

💙 You give him a skeptical look but he waits silently for you to continue. His smirk is gone as his sharp eyes glance back at you. He's serious.

💙 You’ll finally open up to him, explaining how hard it can be sometimes. How noisy environments can make your hearing aids nearly useless when the noise is too much, when everyone is talking at once. How frustrating it is to not be able to follow a conversation let alone participate, and how it can sometimes make people assume things about you. At best, they’ll assume you can hear fine with your hearing aids and therefore assume you’re being aloof or don’t want to interact. At worst, they’ll think your slow or stupid, and look at you with pity.

💙 Dabi will listen, but he won’t offer much up except sarcastic remarks about the others in an attempt to make you feel better. After all, sympathy isn’t his strong suit. But you’ll find yourself feeling better by the end, just grateful to be able to vent to someone.

💙 When you smile at him and tell him thanks for listening, it’ll take him by surprise. Not because of your reaction – he expected that, at least. What’ll surprise him is his reaction to it – a strange sense of satisfaction will wash over him, filling him with an unfamiliar warmth. He realizes - a moment too late, before he can bring down his barriers - that he likes seeing you smile, especially when it’s at him.

💙 You’ll feel slightly closer after that, finding more opportunities to hang out on the quiet rooftop and chat.

💙 He’ll surprise you on your next visit with a brand-new pack of hearing aid batteries. You’ll give him a suspicious look, asking where he got them and how he knew what kind to get you, but he’ll give you a wicked grin and brush off your question with an evasive comment.

💙 It won’t take long for you to start developing a crush on him, and against your better judgment, you find yourself staring at him a lot more and finding ways to be around him more. Hanging out at the bar, going on missions together, sitting next to him during the LOV discussions… you try to brush it off as ‘becoming friends,’ but deep down you know better.

💙 It doesn’t take long for Dabi to take notice and begin to suspect that maybe… just maybe… all of your secret glances and increased attention aren’t strictly platonic.

💙 What a wonderful turn of events. He wasn’t sure if you were interested in men, but now he’s 99% sure you are... or at the very least, interested in him.

💙 It leaves his skin feeling hotter than usual, his heart pounding in his chest with excitement. He wonders if you know... or even suspect... that he watches you too in mutual attraction.

💙 He’ll start testing the waters, just to make sure, of course. Hit you with a few flirty nicknames to see how you react. As soon as he sees you fluster and flounder in obvious embarrassment, he’ll know he’s got you, and it makes your exchanges only that much more entertaining.

💙 The more he learns about you, the more interested he becomes. He’ll start to do research on ways to support you with your hearing loss. It’ll be purely out of curiosity, of course... it’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way or anything. But he ends up finding himself down the rabbit hole of hearing aid supports, and learns about Bluetooth capabilities, FM systems, infrared systems... ways to send targeted noise – like speech for instance – straight to your hearing aids, bypassing any pesky background noise.

💙 It won’t take long for him to get an idea – two birds with one stone, so to speak...

💙 You’ll be on the rooftop together, when he says, “I gotta surprise for ya.”

💙 He pulls out a box that’s labelled ‘Dynamic FM System.’

💙 If you try to reach for it though, he’ll hold it out of your reach. “ah ah ah... we gotta find the right place to try it out.”

💙 He’ll lead you downstairs and you’ll think he’s heading to the common space where the others are, but instead he takes you outside of the hideout, leading you down the street.

💙 “Where are we going?”

💙 “You’ll see.”

💙 The two of you will end up outside of a bar. Not just any bar, though… the line of patrons is already a huge hint of what you’ll find inside.

💙 “Wait isn’t this….?” You’ll start.

💙 Dabi will only smirk at you though, before he grabs your hand and leads you in.

💙 Inside will be loud. So loud you have to turn down the volume on your hearing aids, and too loud for you to hear anything of value. But as you look around, your suspicions are confirmed - instead of the usual opposite sexes pairing up like you find at most bars, this one is different. Men are pairing up with men, women are pairing up with women. Your heart is beating like a drum in your chest, your pulse racing with excitement. Of all the places for Dabi to bring you…

💙 You keep close to Dabi, holding onto his arm. He loves that, loves that you’re looking to him for protection. And protect you he does, his eyes threatening violence to anyone who stares too long at you.

💙 He’ll sit you down at the bar with him in the center of the noise while drunken gay couples flirt over their drinks and a group of girls laugh in the corner. He’ll say something to the bartender, and a minute later, two fresh drinks are place before the two of you.

💙 He won’t try to talk to you yet as he opens the box and begins taking out all of the pieces. He’ll plug in the small, cylinder-like component into your hearing aid - the receiver. He’ll be completely up in your space when he does it too, grinning at you with his ocean blue eyes. In his hand he holds the transmitter that contains a button with a microphone on it.

💙 Once everything is hooked up properly, he’ll speak into the mic, his finger on the button.

💙 “Hey there.” He says. His voice comes through crystal clear.

💙 “Hey.” You smile.

💙 Once Dabi knows you can hear him, his devilish grin will widen and he’ll lean casually against the bar counter as he stares at you, his eyes drinking you in. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”

💙 That’s when it finally clicks… Dabi is actually interested in you. And he’s taken you out on a date.

💙 BONUS: If the bar scene ends up being too much for you, he’ll be more than happy to spend the rest of your date on your favorite rooftop spot with some take-out. 10/10 will kiss you by the end of the date.