#you know the more i draw for those two the more i kinda like the idea of them

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

[galactic-knightmare]

The tADC fam but BUGS

...I had the sudden urge to draw Hollow Knight stuff but I'm still hyperfixated on tADC, so the solution? CROSSOVER ...which is weird. I'm usually really not into crossovers, and I don't generally like them all too much, but for some reason my brain thinks their Cool with tADC?? and I end up thinking of lore and stuff for them?? idk man my brain is. going through something lmao. AAaaannyway, lore n' stuff under the cut!

starting wiiiiithhh Kinger! :

Since Hollow knight doesn't have computers- or they do? I have no idea how to describe Monomon's lab. so instead he's kinda like a scientist but not? whatever it is that Monomon is. big brain boi.

Anyway he worked with Monomon and the Pale King on creating the vessels, but had no idea exactly what they were- he thought they were just going to be like the kingsmould- just mindless machines that are shaped like bugs. he did not know they were essentially the king and queen's kids, which were being experimented and killed en mass. So naturally, when he found out, he was pissed.

So when Hollownest starts falling after the failed sealing of Radiance, he ends up accidentally finding a surviving vessel, albeit a strange one. he ends up kinda loosing it due to guilt and stuff, so we end up with our beloved Kinger we all know and love (just fluffier and a bug)

Queenie :

Queenie is a retired Wasp warrior in this, having either come from a different Kingdom, or the arena of fools. She ended up acting as a guard for hire, and ended up meeting Kinger and becoming a sort of extra guard at Monomon's lab where they were working. One thing leads to another and eventually they end up married.

Aaaand now we have two options for this- the Angst Option, or the less Angst Option.

the Angst Option is that, like how she abstracted in the series, in this AU she ends up with the infection, and either dies completely or ends up with her infected corpse hidden inside a locked room in their house. very depressing and stuff.

the non-angst option is that she got injured pretty badly while defending their home from some Infected bugs, and ended up bedridden, so she doesn't leave their home that much anymore, thus why you don't generally see her.

aaand now Pomni! :

Pompom is one of the three known survivors of the Deepnest tribes. (the others being Hornet and Midwife, four if we're counting that unknown weaver we see at one point) She's stuck as a lone hunter, usually sticking to greenpath since there's more things to hunt. eventually she meets Kinger and they end up befriending each other. as scatterbrained as the moth is, he's one of the few non-infected beings around now, so she's happy to have some company now.

despite coming from a family of weavers, Pomni really isn't fond of weaving. She's somewhat like Hornet, with preferring battle over words. despite how quick to attack she is though, its mostly due to nervousness. they can't attack you if they've already been stabbed. outside of battle she's the Pomni we all know and love- nervous and anxious to an extreme.

While she's fond of Kinger (and Queenie in the non-angst version) she's got mixed feelings with the weird Vessel that lives with the two. More often than not, she ends up either wanting to slap him or hug him. the two usually end up on patrols around Greenpath together, although hardly any hunting gets done during those.

Aaaand finally my beloved boi, Caine :

He's the vessel! obvs. but something went a bit wrong. either he got into something he shouldn't, or he ended up experimented on by someone else. (or maybe he just had a brief encounter with a grimmkin that decided yes, this smol pale child shall now have some of my powers for shits and giggles). Either way, he's ended up as a hybrid of the two, with the raptor-claws, tail, and facial markings of a Grimmkin, but the spikes and everything else of a Vessel. The grimmkin glow/nightmare energy however is a liiittle fucked for some reason though, since it's blue and green instead of the normal red.

either way, he managed to escape the void unlike most of the millions of vessels, and ended up in the care of Kinger (and Queenie) eventually. He usually follows the two around like a lost puppy, though since meeting Pomni, he's started following her around too. he steers clear of Hornet obviously- his bio half-sister scares him (as she should- we all know how she handled vessels before Ghost)

Hes also unusually short for a Vessel, and a Grimmkin honestly. he's not that much taller than Ghost, who's still in the child-stage of a Vessel. his tail also isn't fully right either- instead of the spiked tail of a Vessel or the Scorpion tail of a Grimmkin, it instead doesn't even have a tailtip, and is instead constantly leaking soul/nightmare energy. Its concerned Kinger greatly, but theres not much he can do about it.

He's also not genderless like other Vessels- or he is, but prefers he/him. or hes a gremlin like how I picture Caine, and is technically in a way genderfluid? idk how to describe my son lmao

[tomhockstetter7-111]

Highest Form of Empathy - Chapter 6

2k+ Words

Logan x empath!reader

It's a blessing and a curse, feeling other's pain. More so when you can take it away, albeit at the expense of your own peace. One-night stands were a usual for you. That's all this was supposed to be. But, seeing someone in so much pain, you couldn't leave him like that. You just couldn't. Besides, it's not like you'd ever see him again.....

Chapter CW: Relationship issues, Violence, Blood

Masterlist

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Mid-January, 2006

Westchester, New York

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You sit in your office checking over your appointment notes of the week, highlighting where needed and taking occasional sips of an energy drink Remy was kind enough to buy you during lunch period. It's kind of atrocious. The sickening aftertaste of cherry sweetener lingers in the back of your throat. But, hell if it didn't wake you up… 

Rubbing your face you play over your interaction with Logan from the morning just after his nightmare. The two of you have more or less ignored each other since then. But, how the fuck are you supposed to do combat training on Friday? Maybe, if you're lucky, the tension will subside by then. But, you doubt it.

There's a meek knock at the open door frame. You look up to find Rogue standing in the open doorway, arms over her chest. “Can I come in?”

"Hey, hon. Yeah, of course. What's up?" You rub your temple as you stumble over your words, and smile.

She takes a big step forward before quickly shutting the door behind her and saying, "What do I do if someone's avoiding me?"

You knit your brows together. "Can I ask who?"

She opens her mouth to speak, inhaling sharply, but closes it again. 

You figure it might be Bobby. There's been a recurring pattern, lately, where he'll give lots of attention before pulling away again soon after. You concluded maybe he repeatedly got comfortable, would think he didn't need Rogue anymore, then would come back on his knees when he did miss her. You figure he must be going through his own torment. You never tell her that, though. It's not your job. Besides, it would probably sound worse out loud than it does in your head. 

But, still, you gave the best advice you could. You suggested drawing a hard line between herself and him for boundary-sake until she was ready to have a proper conversation about the relationship. You also recommended imagining a stop sign or door when anxieties about the situation pop up. Especially when the mansion is so small, and it’s easy to run into people. You thought those techniques were working so far, but now she’s-

"Logan won't talk to me," she blurts out.

Oh… Maybe you were a little off. Standing, you gesture for her to have a seat in one of the green chairs.

“Sorry, I know we’re not scheduled until next week, but-.”

“No! Don’t worry,” you reassure, shaking your head. “Mind if I take notes, anyway?”

She shakes her head, prompting you to grab the teal notebook from your shelf and sitting in the green chair adjacent to her. You sit in silence, waiting for her to talk. She doesn't meet your gaze, preferring to stare at the snow falling outside.

“Wanna tell me anything specific?” You prod gently.

"It’s just,” she begins, clearly exasperated. “I know he just got a promotion and is probably busy with the new workload and all. But, when I try to talk to him, he's so short with me. I tried talking to him during lunch, but he kinda sat there in silence the whole time. When he did say something, he just kinda grunted or was like ‘Mhm, yeah’. It's like he's pulling away, but I don't know why."

"I see." You nod as she rambles, and you take in yet another thing that you have to wonder whether it’s your fault or not. "Did you ask him about it?"

"Yes!" She nearly shouts. "Twice yesterday and once the day before. But, he just tells me he's fine and not to worry. Just said he's got a lot to deal with. It’s like he doesn’t want me around no more. I’m worried I did something." She seems at a loss, and you place your elbows on your knees so you can look her in the eye.

"I'm sure it's not your fault," you say. Regardless of your personal feelings on Logan, Rogue's habit of self-deprecation takes priority for you. If you can stop any line of thinking before it starts it might as well be this one. Besides, from how Rogue talked about him, you have to imagine she's pretty important to him, even if he seems to be a bitch to everyone else.

"I just... It feels like he was the only one I could talk to. No offense!" She brings her hands up in a surrender. "I just know you're so busy."

"No, no. I understand." You nod with a chuckle. It's not a surprise to you. You and Rogue need to keep a level of distance and professionalism given your other clients being her peers. "Is Logan really the only person you feel comfortable talking to?"

"Well," her face goes a slight shade of pink and you feel a hint of embarrassment waft off her. "I guess there's one person..."

"And, you trust them?"

A shadow of a smile graces her lips as she nods. "I don’t wanna be a bother."

"People who care about us want to help us, Rogue. But, we need to let them. Sometimes we need to be the one to reach out first, and that can be scary for a lot of people. But, if you’re close enough to trust them like that, they could be willing to help."

“Maybe you should tell Logan that.” It’s a joke, but her words still make you cringe, and you grimace as she continues. “I just wish I could help him the way he’s helped me.”

“I’m sure he’ll come to you when he’s ready. Until then,” you start writing in your notebook. “Can you tell me about this other person? What are they like?”

~~

This is all so unfair. You've barely slept all week, kept awake by Logan's nightmares. For some reason, you just can’t shut out even the faintest feel of terror he radiates. You’re lucky if you get even four hours of sleep. Now, you’re expected to fight him, too.

Under normal circumstances, fighting someone twice your size and weight wouldn't be a daunting task. You've done it several times, having been your teachers’ best fighter back in high school and college — the private lessons probably helped, especially when you began adding knives to your fight style. But, on top of your lack of sleep, this guy can't stand the sight of you and, come to find out, has fucking metal for bones! You can't help but feel fucked over by the whole mess as you hardly stand a chance. But, at least it's just hand to hand. No weapons until Charles could get his hands on some special metal you can't remember the name of.

You pull at the sleeve of your combat shirt, a long sleeve top with wetsuit-like material, and make your way to the other side of the large ring as Colossus shuts the door behind you. You breathe deeply, in and out, as you review the information Charles gave you about your opponent. On top of having metal-plated bones, he can heal from mostly anything, so if he's hurt, don't panic. But, don't get careless.

The rules themselves are simple enough. No dirty moves. Corner him or get him to surrender.

"Don’t worry, doll. I'll go easy on ya. If you don't believe me, you could always check." Logan’s words are condescending behind you. He must've heard you meditating.

"I'm never getting inside that head, again," you mutter, holding back a shudder. Does he always have to be this insufferable?

"Stances," you hear Colossus say beside you.

Turning around, you face Logan and look through your lashes at him. You watch as he cracks his neck. The sound of metal clinking accompanies it, and you cringe at the unnatural sound. Then, he hunches his body, fists out to the side, as if preparing to run.

"Ready..."

You can feel the blood rushing to your ears while you adjust your feet into a secure position. 

When Colossus presses a buzzer, you let out a deep breath as Logan charges towards you. Throwing tension into your legs, you make your way towards him, picking up speed the closer he gets. He's a couple feet away from you when you touch your feet to the ground and jump cleanly over him, twisting in the air. Wasting no time, you hit the back of his neck with your elbow and quickly back away, arms shielding your face.

Logan steadies himself and whips around to face you before he charges again, throwing a punch at your stomach which you dodge with ease. They keep coming, one after the other, and he's slower than you expected.

You manage to block one coming towards your stomach, and duck the next one, turning on the ball of your foot as you knock his feet out from under him. He goes down like a tree. But, before you can pin him, he rolls out of the way and swipes at your feet with one leg. You catch yourself on your arm before rebounding up, just in time to catch him standing. You punch him in the nose before kicking him in the stomach, and he stumbles back. You watch as blood slowly trickles down his nose.

"Going soft on me, hon? Scared to hit a woman, or can you just not pull it together? Thought you were our best fighter." You chuckle, pride getting the better of you. But, regret sets in when his face shifts.

"Oh?" He asks with a challenging sneer. Then his face darkens, a realization seeming to cross his face. “Oh, ok.” You feel his anger begin to heat up.

He runs again, and you snap into focus just in time to block a couple hits coming towards your arm and sides. He’s fast now. Really fast. He swings at your face, but you catch his wrist with your hand and twist his arm which proves to be difficult given his strength. It's enough for you to duck out of the way. But, he takes that chance to hit your back with his elbow, knocking you off balance.

You fall forward on your hands and decide it's safer to roll forward onto your shoulder and out of the way. Just in time, too, as a fist pounds into the place you just stood, metal clanging accompanying it. What the hell? Is this guy's trying to fucking kill you?

You charge at him and find an opening to swing at his arm, then his abdomen, and you hear him groan in response before another, heavier, wave of anger from him, closer to rage now, washes over you. He swings at you and you stumble backwards as his fist collides with your face. There's a metallic smell in your nose and you open your mouth to breathe, hoping to avoid inhaling blood into your windpipe. You don't notice immediately, but your head is spinning, too.

Fuck.

He throws two punches at your head, both of which you duck away from before pulling your fist back and plunging it towards his shoulder. But, he catches it and pulls you to the side, knocking you off balance. You barely register his elbow colliding with your ribs before you fall to the side only for him to catch you and shove you against the nearby wall, one arm holding your shoulders in place.

You stare, eyes wide and breathing shallow, as three metal claws protrude from his knuckles and point at your jugular. Your stomach clenches as you stare at the light glinting off them. Your toes barely touch the floor and you can feel steady streams of blood flow from your nose. You grab onto his arm, hoping not to slip and fall, and you fight against your urge to struggle. 

Charles didn't tell you about this. Why didn't anyone fucking tell you about this? The knives of special metal that Charles mentioned make a little more sense now, and it finally occurs to you that this man might be a little dangerous. Scratch that. He is dangerous, a fucking weapon. He's a fucking weapon who's pissed as fuck at you, and you're locked in the room with him inches from your face.

"Enough!" Colossus yells as he walks towards the both of you. You hadn't noticed until now, but he was calling Logan's name the whole time he was beating you into the concrete.

Logan retracts his claws, the skin gruesomely knitting itself back together before your eyes, before letting you go. Your knees give out under you, and you collapse to the floor. You spit out blood, and tears blur your gaze as you try to pull yourself together. Screwing your eyes shut, you yell, "Are you fucking psychotic?"

"What? Too hard, now?" he drones above you, walking away. "It's combat training, bub."

"So, you try to kill me?"

"Some people get angry when their heads get fucked with," He spits. You look up to see he's facing you now, stopped in his tracks. 

Ignoring the hand Colossus offers for help, you put your weight against the wall and claw your way to your feet before wiping your nose. "Look here, dipshit. I get that you're angry. But, this is stamina training. Training! You outclass me by one- fuck, maybe two hundred pounds. You were not supposed to knock my damn lights out." You pant. You feel his anger matching yours by now as red clouds your vision, but you can't find it in you to care. Maybe he does have a right to be upset, but this reaction was so disproportionate to anything you did or could’ve done that you're surprised he wasn't pulled off of you the second he so clearly snapped. Wasn't that the point of supervision?

"Maybe you're out of your league, little girl."

"Oh go choke on-"

"Enough!" Colossus shouts beside you, his booming voice shutting both of you up. "Both of you. You act like toddler!"

You avert your gaze and take a deep breath. Then another. Then one more. The pang of tightness in your side where he whacked you becomes more apparent. Exhaling one last time, you begin to make your way towards the door, avoiding Logan's face. "Learn to fucking control yourself," you say, bumping your shoulder into his arm as you leave.

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"Well, your vitals are fine," Storm says, looking over the monitor. "Just a couple bruises."

You sigh heavily and remove the bloody tissue from your nose. You inhale sharply as Bobby moves his icy hand from your cheek to your ribs.

"Sorry," he mutters under his breath.

"You’re fine, hon." You give him a reassuring smile as he looks up at you, clearly not expecting you to have heard him. He really is a sweet kid.

"You're lucky," Storm says as she comes to stand before you. "Not a lot of us last so long when sparring Logan. I’m surprised you’re not concussed after that blow to the head, too." She's trying to reassure you, but it falls flat when your vision was so tunneled only moments ago.

"Yeah, well, not a lot of you have had to fight for your life," you retort, shooting her a glare. You never bothered telling anyone what went down between you and Logan, but you were really considering it, now. Maybe some context could get you out of training with him.

As if fate wasn't cruel enough, lovely Scott walks right through the door. "I take it you know who you're dealing with now?" He gives you a sickeningly sweet smile and nods to Bobby's hand on your side. Poor Bobby, caught in the middle, keeps his attention on your bruise, which is quickly darkening.

You shoot Scott a venomous look, wondering what it would be like to slide a blade through his glasses and into his head right about now.

"What?" He asks with a smirk.

"You're a dick," is all you give him.

His eyebrows raise in what looks like genuine surprise, though you can't really tell. "...Ok."

You turn your attention to Storm again. "Is he always like this?"

"Scott or Logan?" That makes you chuckle. You see Scott's mouth fall open in your periphery, and you don't bother hiding your chuckle.

"Logan," you clarify.

Storm looks at Scott wearily.

"Usually no," he says.

"Actually, he usually holds back when fighting." Storm says as she goes to take the blood pressure and oxygen level readers off your arm and finger. “He’s not stupid. He knows how big he is.”

"Rogue says he's been off lately," Bobby chimes in. Upon realizing the three of you are staring at him he goes on. "Maybe something happened."

"Try not to judge him harshly." Storm gives you a look of worry.

"What, so I just cater to him like a spoiled brat?" Your voice goes up an octave. You can't be hearing this correctly. "He's a grown ass man. He doesn't get to pitch a fit like that." You gesture out with your hands until Bobby grabs your waist to hold you still, causing you to grunt at the sudden increase in cold air. Scott and Storm stare at you awkwardly while Bobby puts his focus back into the temperature of his hand.

You see Scott shift from foot to foot as he goes to speak. "Um...Storm and I have something to discuss." He motions with his head for her to follow him. “Professor needs us.”

She puts a hand to your shoulder and gives a look of encouragement before she walks away, leaving you and Bobby in an awkward silence.

[idolish7imagines]

So glad to see you posting again! I missed this blog <3 Could I request Gaku, Ryuuunosuke, Yamato, and possibly the Izumi brothers (separately) reacting to their S/O knocking on their doorstep in tears late at night, possibly having run away from or been kicked out by abusive parents with nothing but the clothes on their back and having nowhere else to go (no phone, keys, no cash or cards, just their clothes and their tears). S/O knows the risk of causing a scandal, but they literally had nowhere else to go. It's cool if the rest of the group (TRIGGER or I7) are in there, considering dorm-living. Sorry if this is kinda dark, drawing from personal experiences for this one (a dear friend let me crash at their place, so I'm fine) ^^;

Gaku, Ryuuunosuke, Yamato, Iori and Mitsuki reacting to their S/O being kicked out and living with them

a/n : Anon im so sorry! ;; i hope this makes your day a little easier

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Gaku Yaotome

Gaku just wants you to stop crying. Its tearing him apart inside. The more he dries your face off, the more new tears come to replace the ones he just tended to.

His heart clenched, feelling like it was on fire. There was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to yell at your parents, tell them theyre wrong about you and everything else. Maybe even while you watch, just for you to get a chance to see how much he's on your side.

But, that would only make things worse, and thats not what you need. Right now, anyway.

His touch always lingered on you in some sort of way ever since you came in. On your back, neatly tucking a strand of hair on your head, half-hugs when he really desired to hold you completely and shield you from the world.

Gaku sort of...forgets to ask for permission before letting you stay over. You were in a rough place, so he couldn't just send you back into the cold.

He'd argue until his voice gave out if there were any protests about you staying with them though. Which there weren't, as Ryuu was fairly welcoming and while it was a surprise to Tenn, didn't mind after hearing out the predicament you were currently in.

Scandal is the last thing on his mind, he feels that as long as he's disguised, its fine if you two start going home together, but he'll be sure to be careful

Ryuunosuke Tsunashi

At first it was a pleasant surprise to see your face, thinking that this was a short notice visit, which he wouldn't have minded. But that quickly fades after his golden eyes get a glimpse of your tear stained face.

For a moment he's unsure what to think, even considering the possibility that he's the one that did this to you. But those worries were dashed and soon replaced with another, as soon as you opened your dry lips and began to recount to him what just transpired at your parents' house.

Once you're inside, he pulls you into a tight hug. One that'd probably hurt if you weren't so focused on how terrible you felt inside rather than your body.

While he wants you and your family to reconcile, tonight surely wasn't the time for it, you'd just have to stay at his place for now. It wasn't a bother, you're sad after all, he's actually glad he's here to help take some of the weight off.

His hands were always touching you in some way, holding your hand, rubbing your shoulders, or resting on your sides. Ryuu wanted so desperately to take the pain away.

Technically it was his house and he gets to say who can and can't stay there, but, he still feels the need to fill the rest of TRIGGER in on what's going on and that you could really use some positivity and support at the moment.

He also doesn't want you sleeping on the couch, even if it wasn't uncomfortable, it didn't feel right to make you do that after your night had already been so horrid, so you'll be sleeping with him from now on.

Yamato Nikaido

As he guided you into the dorm, Yamato drapes one of his jackets around your shoulders, inviting you to put it on. There isn't much he can say other than reassuring you that you have been wronged, now that your parents have made up their mind that they weren't letting you back (and he doubts they liked him more than you) but makes sure that you know you're welcome in the dorm whenever.

Despite that, he is pretty adamant on you getting your stuff back at the very least, and that he'll go with you to have his support.

While he can't exactly promise he knows where to go from there, he'll let you sleep in his room until you get things figured out

He might even finally get a bed to accommodate you.

Yamato is surprisingly helpful at getting you to calm down, keeping a cool head and gentle tone while he wipes your tears with a tissue.

"hey, Musashi is glad to have you here at least." He tries to lighten the atmosphere with a bit of humor.

Just for a moment, he'll leave you alone to explain to the other idols why you're here and that you probably aren't leaving soon.

Once he's back, he offers to help take your mind off of things with a movie and some snacks, since worrying right now wasn't going to do much of anything but make you more stressed.

Yamato is actually happy you came to him about this, that you decided to depend on him for comfort and somewhere to stay, even if it is a bit cramped for lack of a better term.

Unfortunately, he only has one chair in his room, so the best you can do is either find a way to cuddle up on the chair..or he's sleeping on the floor or couch in the living room. Not wanting to leave you alone for the night, he might just have to suffer on the floor with a blanket this time, but if its for your comfort, its not too much to sacrifice.

Iori Izumi

after predictably asking 'what happened', Iori gives a look of surprise and concern you don't see often from him, followed by quickly pulling you inside the dorm faster than you could process.

If/Once he's there at the dorm, the first person Iori tells about this is Mitsuki, seeking his guidance in a way for this situation. The dorm is plenty full already, and there's no rooms left, but he can't let you sleep outside or at some hotel since you have no money

Iori feels a little helpless for once, brainstorming of ways to take hold of the situation and fix this as soon as possible, almost to the point where he forgets you need to be comforted at the moment.

He forces himself to relax for your sake, but you can tell in his body posture how much its getting to him that this terrible situation came upon you. You, who's never done anything wrong in his eyes.

With reassurances that you'll get through this no matter what it takes, he goes to prepare a drink and meal for you, with his brother's help.

Iori will bring you anything you want, even if you don't ask, and from here on out will start texting you almost constantly when he's at lunch or on break at work to check on how you're doing. There's been a list started in his room on the steps the both of you are going to take to get through this and into a better situation.

His bed isnt that big, but its enough to get comfortable with. Pale cheeks had frequently started to turn a rosy hue when you cuddle up to him whether out of affection or to simply not fall off the bed.

Mitsuki Izumi

Mitsuki has to control his temper after hearing whats been done to you. He's ready to give those parents of yours an earful, but thats going to have to wait; you always are the first priority.

He hugs you in silence for a while, standing a little away from the door after he's let you in. Neither of you know how long the hug lasted, it could've been anywhere from 30 seconds to 7 minutes. But he stood there for as long as you needed.

Once you're sitting, he wipes your face with a handkerchief and asks if this is a permanent change and what all that you have with you at the moment. A displeased expression marrs his features one you say you came all this way with practically nothing, just that you didn't want to go back.

Thoughts flood his mind, not entirely of panic, but more along the line of what could your parents be thinking, kicking you out like this? As sweet as you are, he knows it couldn't have been your fault. And even if you did do something, it wouldn't have warranted something this drastic.

After a quick but gentle kiss to your forehead, he brings back blankets and gets to work on a meal or leftovers to offer you so you can start feeling at least a little better. It isn't much, but he wants to do whatever he can for his beloved.

Mitsuki's never dealt with something like bad or unfair parents before, so he can't even imagine your pain. But he promised you a long time ago that the two of you would stay by each other's side no matter what troubles or insecurities befall you, and he intends on keeping it.

Luckily since he's not that big, the bed sharing is pretty comfortable, and cuddling with Mitsuki for warmth, whether on the couch or bed is something you never minded before. His touches and presence made things more bearable.

[anonymouscheeses]

They are everything to me.

[feng-shui71]

Weed Wizards

Also extra doodle! mfw you’re on a double date and your husband is more interested in the other person:

[puppppppppy]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[mizzical]

F it, im compiling all my dra sketches below because i kind of miss drawing dra stuff

[blue-eli]

Ink October day 3: Sophistry

An argument that seems plausible, but is fallacious or misleading, especially one devised deliberately to be so.

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

I miss Mei so much you don’t understand :( bring her back AidaIro. Also Yako and Hakubo

I hate how the school mysteries (other than Hanako, Mitsuba and Akane) get there one arc where you really get to know them and care about them and then they just go away forever. GIVE THEM BACK PLS AIDAIRO LET THEM OUT OF THE CLOSET THEYVE DONE NOTHING WRONG

[jestroer]

One of my favourite fun things to do related to Hermitcraft fandom is going around on AO3 playing with filters to find the weirdest most uncommon rarepairs out there. Or just finding them in the wild.

If you could think about one, there is a real chance there are at least like 2 fics of any random ship you can think about. And i think this is beautiful.

Like, idk who thought first about like Jevin/Bdubs(Jdubs?) or Cub/Mumbo (...cumbo) but i love that they did, that's what fandom is all about

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

click for better quality!

[archersartcorner]

Just a fuckton variety of Skip n Norm doodles. *points* I like the sluge…

[kuromi-hoemie]

nooo im all caught up on my manhwa and now i have to actually do something else

hell world

[kakusu-shipping]

Platonic f/o asks my beloved,,

Anyway, dogwood, cottonwood, and palm for Team Rocket!!

Thankyou very much the Squad!!!!! We love the (no so) Evil Crew!!

Dogwood - You've been quiet for a week or so- do they reach out to ask what's wrong, or do they let you have your space?

I can't imagine a situation where we're not physically right next to eachother that long, but if it did happen they'd reach out. They're a very clingy, prone to think the worst kind of crew.

Jessie's the least likely to reach out as she's pretty use to people just vanishing from her life, so she wouldn't be that worried. But Wobbeffet and Meowth worrying would eventually get her to cave and call me.

Cottonwood - If you took a vacation together, where would you go? What would you do?

Back to Alola! We'd visit Beware and Stufful, chill and play on the beach, plan to stay in a nice hotel just to have Beware INSIST we come home with her and rest in the cave... and honestly that is much better than any fancy hotel could be.

I'd also probably visit my brother Molayne while we're there, maybe finally introduce them to him.. but also probably not skdjkfsk They're shy and anxious around Gym Leader types.

Palm - If they did something you didn't agree with, would you call them out on it or let it slide? Would they call you out on something?

Jessie does whatever she wants and calling her out on it is a risk I'm not willing to take. Meowth maybe it depends on what he did, he's pretty reasonable. Wobbuffet has never done anything wrong in his life he is perfect.

Oh but they'd call me out for sure, especially Jessie. She eats Meowth's special dessert he was saving in the fridge? She did nothing wrong. I ate Meowth's special dessert he was saving in the fridge? I owe the entire hideout dessert now for such a heinous crime. Heaven forbid I actually do something to her she doesn't like...

I feel like following a crew of thieves around watching them attempt to steal some kid's Pikachu for years kind of lowers your standard for what's worth picking a fight over, but that's just me.