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Hello! I would like to make a request for Riddle, Kalim, Ortho, and Malleus (gn reader, platonic or romantic. except for Ortho, platonic for him)
How would they react to finding out that the reader wasn't allowed to celebrate their birthday back home and has never had a birthday party?
riddle rosehearts
I have a feeling riddle never really had experienced a birthday party himself, unless it was someone like trey or che'nya doing some little kid attempt at giving him one during their childhood and that is until he came to nrc and got to feel that more. Yes, riddle is saddened when he hears that you've never gotten to have one yourself more so greatly upset. you’re the last person he would ever think deserves to have that happen to, he will make sure to go completely out of his way with the help of trey and other dormmates he made help to ensure that your first birthday would be positively perfect..! riddle really wouldn't accept anything less than best for you.
because of his own experiences with… unpleasant birthdays he knows what a dreadful feeling it can be so it only amps up his own feelings into making it good for you. The roses will be painted your favorite colors, he’ll make sure trey makes you the tastiest cake/pastries of your liking, decorations are of your taste he is going above and beyond here. ace and deuce even make sure to tread more lightly around him as he's invested in this… they cannot cause any trouble on your special day hjsdjklsdg
all he can think about is the smile that will be on your face once you've seen what he has done, at least he can hope so. he frets about choosing a gift for you, but he’d settle for something small but sentimental like a necklace. his tension and initial worry do seem to evaporate when he sees you having a good time, he feels a sense of relief and simply cannot keep his eyes off of you.
kalim al asim
kalim literally cannot fathom this... he is immediately planning and preparing your birthday as soon as he hears about it and yes, it's going to be his best one yet (”kalim my birthday is in two months-”) he talks to jamil all the time about his plans and how it's going to be absolutely perfect for someone as perfect as you. kalim really is observant, especially towards you— he knows what you like and will implement any of that into this celebration of yours.
I don't just mean a big loud party with a bunch of people— kalim already knows if that really isn't your thing but trust me, he will still go above and beyond even if it's just some sleepover with him and some friends of yours. we haven't even discussed the amounts of gifts you’ll be receiving. I 100% believe he’d be like giving you some gift every day in your birth month, he’ll claim they're all to make up for the birthday gifts you didn't receive growing up.
on the day of your birthday, you could look at what he’s done and be like “isn't this a bit-” “too little??” hahaha. he is so full of energy that day; he tries to get you to dance with him even if it's just him making some fool of himself to get you to laugh. because, despite all the things he does and gets you objectively kalim’s priority is to see you happy and laughing throughout the day. that will be his biggest reward.
ortho shroud
ortho knows you pretty well, he does analyze people incredibly. so, he can easily understand what exactly it'd bd you’d want for a birthday… the issue may be is how do you get a bunch of people to celebrate something in ignihyde?? he’d settle to making some surprise party for you at ramshackle and drag idia to help him out. Along with the other first years.
he would make sure to let others like grim, ace, deuce, and the ghosts that live in ramshackle know what he’s doing as he still asks for some advice from them quite often. it's cute to see how serious he takes it; he gets all stern with people like ace or grim to make absolutely sure they don't spill and reveal the little celebration they're setting up for you, it's almost a little intimidating until he switches a 180 to a cheerful and excited demeanor when the plans seem to be going his way.
the party would end up becoming some sleepover with him and the first years, a little chaotic, but really fun. on top of that, ortho is getting his own experiences with things like this with friends for the first time too and he loves it.
malleus draconia
he has had spent most of his birthdays, rather lonely. i mean, he literally doesn't like cakes for the fact that they once gave made him sick because he didn't have really anyone to split it with. not to mention, his birthdays may become quite repetitive and boring with his years of age. however, he almost seems confused when you mention that you’ve never really have had one before. malleus believed that it was normal for humans to always have one, it's what he's been the most exposed to.
malleus could not stop getting that fact of you out of his mind, he seemed to be troubled and lost in thought on how to make you feel better about it. most likely, coming to lilia for help since he’s usually the one to do birthdays, obviously. of course, malleus would be quite happy and excited even to have one celebrated for you at diasomina— silver is quick to suggest he handle cake after past experiences with lilias cooking and baking skills.
he tries to actually keep to a surprise but he’s so obvious about it as he can't help but feel excited as he awaits your reaction to it all. you could ask him one night outside of ramshackle if he's planning a party for you and he’d chuckle and be like “am i?” (disappears??). he doesn't seem to leave your side once the day comes, content and pleased with how happy you seem. you’ll catch him staring at you the whole time as you go about your day, blow out candles for the first time, open gifts (which are obviously some rare, expensive accessory from him) and experience what it’s like for the very first time.
#twst#mightve been slgihtly wrong but i tried to find the bday vignettes/voice lines shhhhhhhh#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst wonderland#twst imagines#twisted wonderland#riddle x reader#kalim x reader#ortho shroud#malleus x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#kalim al asim x reader#malleus draconia x reader#disney twst
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“Take One For The Team”
Part 2
Synopsis-The reader uses Buggy’s crush on them against him, but they’ll soon find that more people are aware of their scheme then they’d previously thought, and that for the plan to continue to work they’d have to sweeten the pot.
Warnings- xfemreader! , Use of Y/n, 18+ minor dni, Smut, mild manipulation on your part, alcohol use, weapons mention, age gap mention, Buggy is kind of creepy, just a little, masturbation, revealing clothes, mild allusions to pred/prey
A/n- Gahhhh I’m so happy y’all enjoyed the first chapter! Like I said last time, I’m quite new at this so getting so much support has been awesome! Once again please let me know if I missed tagging/warning about something! I have chapter 3 finished and chapter 4 is on its way!
Word Count- 2.4k
Chapter Two “A Woman’s Touch”
It was a horrible day for the Buggy pirates, a failed raid left Buggy absolutely pissed. It seemed no amount of little laughs or shoulder touches would put out this rage. You tried but were often met with grumbles and muttering. He felt weak and he needed to reinforce his power somehow, even if that cost your attention. That sacrifice only made him madder.
“I've been too soft on you pathetic lot, did you all witness the grand shittery I did yesterday. How embarrassing that was for me as a captain of what’s supposed to be one of the scariest crews on the east blue? You are asking for it now. You’re gonna return to your previous regiments, whipping you into the pirates worthy of Captain Buggy!”
And just like that back to square one. Your body ached after training and you were losing any ability to maintain the repertoire with Buggy. You didn't have the energy to care about how you said his name, or if you touched his shoulder that day. Laughing at his jokes was painful as it was, but now it was laborious. You wonder if Buggy had noticed your lack of enthusiasm, though this current you wasn’t far off from the original you he still liked, he seemed to look at you with anticipation to be met with not much in return as he unfortunately expected. Buggy was already pent up from the stress of entering the Grandline and now his favorite distraction gave him the cold shoulder.
You drink your rum and sob to Cabaji and Moji, who have training and your chores to maintain. After all, they still owed you for those 2 1/2 weeks in bliss. The three of you console one another when a figure approaches the little booth you huddle at.
“I know very well what the sneaky little three of you have been up to, and I want in,”
It’s Alvida, right hand of your Captain Buggy. Alvida was a powerful woman. As the only other woman on the ship, you’d teetered between a sense of comradery and an overwhelming intimidation from her. She was tall, thin, and gorgeous. She didn’t even register as one of Buggy’s crew as the clown never really phased her. But now she looked at you somehow desperately. She slumped down in the booth with you taking a big swig of her own drink.
“This game you've been playing with the captain, why’d you drop it all of a sudden- '' She pouted.
You play dumb in response “I have no clue what your talking about-“ You shift your eyes around the room”
“Oh come on misses ~captain buggy~” She mocks you with a high pitched tone clasping her hands together. “ You've been flirting with the captain and I have a strong feeling it's not cause you like him back, is it?”
Well shit, if Alvida knows, there's no point in lying. You look towards Cabaji and Moji and nod in agreement, you’ll let Alvida in on your little secret.
Cabaji explains the plan to have you lull the captain with a bit of flirting to keep him off our backs. Alvida smirks.
“And it worked clearly- but not anymore y/n, you've got to step it up for the sake of the crew. He can be such a prick all tensed up like this.” And just like the night the plans were initiated Alvida nudges you and says “Take one for the team-“ A phrase you are starting to loathe.
You do not like how this plan has evolved from subtle flirting to whatever Alvida, a woman known to use her whiles against men, had in mind for you.
“I don't know what you want from me Alvida, but I already told these two I am not sleeping with him, and if I’m being honest I don’t want to lead him on into the wrong idea-anything super direct is off the table”
“Well duh, you can do alot with very little, clearly we just need to sweeten the pot darling. Make those little moments all the more tempting. I do have a suggestion though that I think will up the anti so to speak. Come to my room tomorrow morning, bring your clothes- all of them”
“Fine, but now you have to let me have access to the private liquor cabinet on the ship-“
Alvida nods, “Fine it’s a deal, I’ll see you tomorrow-take a shower before you get there”
And you obliged, Alvida ran through your clothing picking out pieces and throwing others into a ‘no pile’. You quickly noticed which clothes were being encouraged . Tiny crop tops and little denim skirts, short shorts you knew rode in the crack and pretty much anything tight, colorful, and feminine. She'd even go as far as to cut up a few shirts and pants to accommodate your new ‘uniform’. Ones she'd swear would aid in the plan. Laying out a rather revealing outfit, you put it on and damn did it fit right. It showed off quite a bit, but anything to stop the torment. Alvida also set you up with a bit of a makeup and hair routine. Luckily your hair was already in good shape from the previous benefits Buggy allowed you, but makeup was a little different. Nothing much but Alvida took time to rosy up your cheeks, ecensuare your eyes, and make your lips juicy and kissable. You looked back at yourself in her full length mirror and you liked what you saw, hopefully Buggy did too, if this was to work he had to.
When breakfast time rolled around you made your way to the captains table, Alvida trailed slowly behind as you entered. This “new you” wasn’t too far off from your original appearance, it just made you stand out a bit more. It definitely reinforced that you were the only other woman on the crew, as you saw eyes look you up and down. Some from crew mates, Cabaji and Moji eyeing you snickering to themselves, but most importantly your Captain. His eyes widened and he took a break from the breakfast he’d been eating to set his fork down and eye you up. You knew at this point he’d been eyeing you on many occasions for a long time, but it was never this blatant. He shifted up and down your figure smirking to himself. This attention from so many people felt weird, there was a heavy tension in the room as you headed over to the Captain’s table to join your target for breakfast. He looked at you the entire time, and his eyes shifted to your thighs as they spread slightly as you sat down, a sight he’d never had the pleasure of noticing in your previous more concealing outfits. You look up at the idiots in front of you and they lean and dart their eyes towards the captain in a motioning way. It’s time for you to do your job, but this felt different, at least a little bit. Before you’d had full control over the situation, but now more exposed then you were used to and lingering eyes waiting for your next move you felt like you were being stalked. You swallow your anxiety, and look up at your Captain, smiling hesitantly.
“Good Morning Captain Buggy, how are you today?” Your voice waivers and if Cabaji and Moji didn’t know better they’d think you were actually intimidated by the man you mock so openly. The problem was you were intimidated.
“I’m doing great doll, especially now…” Buggy continues to eye you down, he’s eating up the hesitation in your voice, he thinks he’s getting to you, is he…? He grips his fork and takes a forceful bite, never shifting his eyes. While you're in a room full of people he’s made it feel as if it’s just the two of you. You can’t look away. Buggy the Clown is making it well aware to you now where you lie in the food chain and it’s under him.
“Any reason you decided to get all dolled up today? Don't get your hopes up sweets we aren’t going anywhere special-“
“Ah no reason at all..” You roll your eyes towards the others trying to break his gaze but it doesn’t let up. “Just trying something different I guess” You need some power in this situation, you’ve got to make this about him again somehow. You stumble out “Why…do you like it?” You cringe at how direct you were in that statement, hoping no one picked up on it.
He was caught off guard, his eyes widened and his grin stretched across his face. He leaned into you a bit to whisper to you.
“ Does it matter how I feel, doll? Do you want me to like it?” He said it in a hush tone, he may have wanted you badly but he didn’t need the rest of the crew to know that. He wanted this flirting to be just for you guys.
You gulp and finally break the tension with a stammering awkward response. Waving your hands and blushing profusely all you can get out is gibberish “What! No I mean…hahah..ahhh’” Looking for an out you see his plate is empty and grab your nearly full plate “looks like we both are finished I’ll take care of this…” and you storm away.
Alvida meets you at the kitchen after seeing the whole event transpire. She laughs at you and pats you on the back.
“You played that differently than I thought you would y/n it was incredible… I mean playing into the cutesy blushing mess is gonna eat at that man up for day. If I didn’t know any better I’d be convinced you actually at a crush on the son of a bitch-“
You are all heated up and just ugghhhh. “It’s not that it’s just I didn’t know he could be like that, all up close and personal. It totally took me out of my rhythm. I know he’s a feared pirate captain, but after seeing him get all blubbery and goofy from the other stuff I couldn’t imagine he’d have the self restraint to actually flirt- to be intimidating like that.”
Alvida chuckles “ I have to admit even I’m impressed he managed to elicit that response out of you, are you sure you don’t have a little crush on him? Cause I can help with that too if we’re switching course-“
“Noooo , I don’t know if I want to keep doing this if it’s gonna be this intense. What if this actually goes somewhere-what if we makes a move-“
“Come on Buggy probably just got a little too excited seeing you like this for the first time, you crossed all his wires and he came across a little strong. We’ll see how he is today and if the plan is still working. It’s up to you if you wanna continue doing this, but you saw how well it worked earlier, it made all of our lives easier, even Captains.”
It did work earlier, and it worked today. Captain had called for an independent study day, the crew was to work at and hone their own skills. It was still training, but leagues above the other regiments, on top of that he’d cooped himself up in his room working on charts for the day after breakfast. He’d hadn’t been overseeing the training, so you all had the opportunity to go at your own tasks pretty lazily. You ended in knife training with Cabaji and a couple others, working off some of that pent up tension from earlier. You had to put bike shorts under the skirt you were wearing to avoid flashing the others when you were practicing combat. Why did he get you like that? Why were his words sticking in your head so intently?
Captain Buggy was held up in his room. This morning was something else. He’d convinced himself he lost your attention after this week's aunslaught of training, but today's little stunt you pulled showed him you were still on your way to being all his. God the tiny skirt you wore with that tight sweater. He’d burned the image of your hips swaying over to the table, your eyes never leaving his, into his brain . You’d been too afraid to break eye contact at that moment, but to him it looked like an invitation, a way to tell him exactly what you were dressing like that for. He shuddered at the thought of you stuttering to him, the way your lips trembled saying his name. He wanted that again, he wanted you to shutter his name while he was on top of you. He felt himself stiffen at the thought of your thighs spread open on his bed, with that same cute embarrassed expression. “Hmmmmm” He’d canceled the regiment today because he knew he couldn’t bear to see you sweat in that outfit, he barely kept himself together at breakfast, and now he was begging for release. He began pumping at himself and a low groan rolled from his chest. He’d touched himself to you before but he’d never had this much to work off of. “God y/n please- fuck-“ He felt himself lose it under the thought of you. “You’re gonna be all mine, I’m gonna make you mine-mine-“ Before long, he felt his release to the thought of you. He shuddered at the mess he’d made. The pleasure was substandard to what he could only envision your touch to be like. He knew he couldn’t maintain like this for long, with you toying with him. He was determined to make you fall for him, even if that meant having your crew fall behind, he had to find opportunities to have you see him in a more casual light. Looking at the charts he plotted a course leading to a string of small towns filled. Perhaps you both needed a little vacation.
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I have a question, and feel free to not write this, I know it’s really strange!
Could you do a Yandere!Y/n where she kidnaps Klaus instead of the other way around? Like she watches him and plans for a really long time. She gets everything for him and has a room that he’ll love with art supplies and she gets him blood and everything but she keeps him just weak enough that he can’t get out? She forces him to accept her caring for him and he eventually falls in love with her?
I get if it’s too odd but it was a fun idea in my head.
No escape
Planning to kidnap a thousand year old original hybrid doesn’t sound like the smartest thing to do.
Stalking a thousand year old original hybrid also sounds near impossible without dying in the first week.
Snooping around his house should definitely not be able to happen.
And yet I had done it all and more.
It was a miracle that he hadn’t woken up with the amount of times I had been in his room while he slept. I often touched his hair and his face, he was too adorable not to want. His perfect curls rest upon his head beautifully while I moved the pads of my fingers over his stubble. He would groan so pleasantly when I scratched his head and his soft, pink lips would part.
I took note of his favourite paint brands and which size canvases he used more commonly, I would dig through his belongings frequently. See if he had anything new that I should be aware of. I snooped under his bed to find boxes of things from his childhood, hand carved wooden figures mostly but all important to who he was and therefore important to me.
I monitored how much blood he drank each day, how much made him strong. I had to make sure he stopped drinking vervain so his tolerance would decrease which became difficult when I had to switch out his drinks that carried small doses in them.
I had witches enchant locks for the windows and doors for where I wanted to keep him, I had chains doused in magic incase I needed them and I had a barrels of liquidised vervain ready to inject him with. On top of that I raided the closest hospitals and stocked up on blood bags of his favourite type although he wouldn’t be getting through them very quickly.
I had everything set up.
His room was rustic and large with an array of art supplies ready for when he got bored or needed to express himself. I made sure there were no sharp objects or edges for him to get angry and throw or push me into when he initially freaked out. I kept the walls relatively plain so that he could decorate them as to his own liking.
I knew his preferred brand of clothing and had bought an array of outfits ranging from professional to casual. His favourite shampoo, conditioner, body washes, skin care products and everything else he usually had at his old him were now in his new one.
There was nothing he could be mad at when he looked around.
But I wasn’t naive. I knew he would immediately go into a fit of rage and think I was crazy so I took precautions.
Moving him out of his house was difficult enough, I took him while he slept of course. Injected him with a large mix of vervain and wolfs bane to keep him out for hours. I felt a little bad for draining him of his blood and basically replacing it with a toxic solution but it was necessary.
I got him to my home with the help of witches who despised him and then killed them separately for being a danger to his life.
I chained his hands and ankles to a point in the room so he could only go so far, I knew how close I could get before I would be in danger. Though he shouldn’t really have the energy to rush at me.
I waited for him to awake from my seat patiently.
He groaned softly as he tried to push himself up with his weak arms before collapsing back to the mattress with a sigh. He frowned deeply before forcing himself up. He looked around confused before setting his eyes in me and narrowed them. I leaned forward in mmm on my chair awaiting his next move.
“Who are you?” He mumbled tiredly while beginning to stand. I had my syringe of vervain handy if I needed it so I wasn’t very worried.
“Y/n” I told him and his brows pulled together
“I don’t know you” he muttered before his expression stiffened and his eyes turned cold
“Where am I?” He asked much more serious
“Home” I stated simply and he growled
“I will not be played with now where am I?” He questioned as he tried to stand up taller but I could see the wobble in his step and the paling of his skin.
“I’m sure you’ll change your mind, I know how you like to play” I chuckled while watching him grow angrier. Oh it was lovely seeing his so close, reacting to everything I did.
“You don’t know anything about me” he snapped and I raised my eyebrows before gesturing around
“Really?” I hummed “then how is this your ideal home? Your personal wolf den Niklaus”
His body tensed and he sped forward only to be held back by the enchanted shackles making him wince and shake his hands “what the bloody hell have you done to me?”
“The restraints are only necessary if you struggle” I tell him
“My family will come for me. They will tear you apart if I don’t get to you first you filthy little witch” he snarled making me laugh
“Awe you think I’m a witch?” I grinned but he only looked more confused. I came toward him and he took a step back “what? Come on don’t act like you’re afraid”
“What do you want?” He asked coldly and I rolled my eyes
“I have what I want” I mumbled looking him over. He looked at me in disbelief and tried to pull closer towards me
“Me?” He asked quietly
“Mhm, It doesn’t matter how many tantrums you throw, I will keep you regardless. Everything will be fine just try to calm down” I spoke clearly but softly as to not anger him any further.
“You’re mad” he whispered, a little smirk beginning to form on his face “oh dear sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re doing” he chuckled and I smiled amused. If only he knew the lengths I had already gone for him. “You have no idea the kind of evil I face on a day to day basis, your pathetic little fantasy will be easily crushed”
“Oh really? You mean like when Marcel had his vampires attack you? Come on Klaus, you know that you didn’t get them all off of you by yourself” I muttered and he frowned
“Rebekah-“
“Rebekah stood and watched, you thought she helped you?” I asked with a laugh
“You were one of Marcels vampires…you were there” he whispered “the factions treaty….you were there” his eyes widened as the realisation washed over him “you killed the guerrera wolves” he muttered
“Maybe I did” I hummed
“Why would you do that?” He asked
“Because I wanted to keep you safe” I admitted, he remained silent as he silently stared at me, waiting. “You don’t need to worry. I won’t hurt you but I will punish you if you try to leave. In fact you cannot leave so I wouldn’t test your luck. Witches have spelled this took a hundred times over and every one of them is dead and so they cannot undo them. I made sure to have your favourite genre of books available and your paints are ready when you want them. Despite being a thousand years old, I know you still enjoy some of the relatively newer movies so I’ve logged you into my Netflix account. If there’s anything else you require just ask. I will allow you a moment to adjust and will remove the chains when I’m sure you won’t throw hands at me” I explained while presenting him with the bookshelf, aisle and TV remote.
I headed for the door that would only open when it was I who wanted to and began to leave
“Wait” he spoke with a sigh and I turned to him all the more eagerly “I’m hungry” he mumbled and I nodded
“You will get used to the hunger, you can feed in a few hours” I told him before walking out and locking the door behind me.
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I returned later in the day and found him painting the view he had from the window ahead of him. All of the drawers in his room were open from where he had looked around and his wrists were red raw from where he must’ve pulled at the iron.
His head turned to me and he slowly put the brush down and stepped back so I could come see his piece. He would be able to grab me if he wanted to, dig his teeth in and drink but he stood quietly and patiently out of the way.
“It’s lovely” I complimented and he smiled a little bit before his eyes fell to my pulse point and his heart rate picked up slightly “is everything to your liking?” I asked and he cleared his throat
“It’s…perfect” he uttered with a nod. I looked at him a moment and narrowed my eyes
“You won’t get out. Even if you drink me dry. Even if you kill me. You will not be able to leave, you will be stuck to desiccate with nobody with you. Entirely alone.” I reminded and his jaw clenched
“Who said I was planning anything?”
“The snapped paint brush in your hand, you weren’t planning to stab me were you Niklaus?” I asked knowingly and he frowned
“How did you-“
“I know how many I got for you. I know when you’re about to do something stupid and I know how you think.”
“How could you know that?”
“I’ve studied you closely Klaus. I know everything there is to find out about you” I told him and he growled lowly before throwing the sharpened paintbrush end to the ground and walking back to his bed.
“Would you at least take these bloody shackles off of me!? I am not a pet!” He yelled
“Perhaps if you calmed down!”
“How am I supposed to be calm when some nutter has me locked in their house!?”
I sighed out through my nose and took a breath. I had expected him to be mad, I just needed to wear him down. “I’ll be back in the morning” I mumbled before walking back out despite his protests and shouting that I was supposed to give him blood.
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It took longer than I’d hoped for him to even begin to relax. He had tried screaming at me until I stormed out, he tried the silent treatment, throwing blunt objects, recking the room, an array of tactics that all failed.
I left him in the mess he made long enough that he eventually cleaned it back up and begrudgingly apologised when he saw how upset I was that he had poured all of the expensive paints down the sink to ‘prove a point’.
I replaced them, of course, but I wasn’t happy about it.
A few weeks in and he didn’t throw a fit each time I enter the room.
He sat cross legged on the bed opposite his TV before looking up to see me closing the door. He greeted me quietly and allowed me to sit beside him. He still had to be chained down so that he didn’t ram himself into the door over and over but I tried to let him be freer when I was with him. He knew not to attack me anyways, I had injected him with vervain/wolves bane several times with such a high dosage he would collapse on the spot.
So now he was a little better.
He looked to me with those sad eyes of him as I slowly removed the restraints from his wrists and ankles. I rubbed the skin gently and kissed the bottoms of his hands.
“Thank you” he whispered with a scratchy throat making me soften and bring my arm to his lips
“Just a minute, drink slow” I directed and he nodded before latching onto my arm, his fangs sunk in and his lips sucked needily. I tilted my head back and pulled him closer at the euphoric feeling of blood sharing. He moaned involuntarily as he swallowed it down before letting out a whine as I pulled myself away from him
“Just a little more” he whispered “please”
“You can lick what’s left” I compromised which was enough for him as his tongue glided over the disappearing wounds and chased the trickle of blood that headed toward my elbow.
I was his main source for blood, occasionally I gave him a little cup of human if I was busy but I found he was better behaved when he drank from me.
He got enough for him to be able to do as he pleased but kept him weak enough that he wouldn’t be able to hold his own in a fight or have enough power to turn into his wolf form.
Over the weeks he was a lot more relaxed and compliant.
He often made paintings just for me and made origami flowers for me.
A few times now he had requested I stay with him for then night and sleep beside him. The first couple times I was wary that he would try to rip my heart out while I slept but when i realised my leaving him made him feel alone and he was struggling with all his thoughts when he was by himself, I tried to stay as much as I could.
He was a lot quieter than I had seen him be. But he didn’t complain much.
Sometimes he tried to mention being allowed out but he knew where the limits were with his imagination and he was learning quick.
I knew that his kindness may have been part of a plan but I took advantage of the moments anyway.
He was all I wanted, all I needed and I would do anything to keep him with me.
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J is for Jealousy
This was inspired by the recent posts by @mouselungs and @differenteagletragedy I have a Derek jealousy headcanon, and here it is:
Being such a sweet guy, he won't express his jealousy directly. No displays of possessiveness either. No. For Derek, his latent insecurity and feelings of inadequacy come out. Not that he thinks that you would cheat on him! Never! But… he is long familiar with not feeling good enough and while he's made some progress in that regard, those feelings lurk deep inside and make themselves known on occasion. Like a serpent whispering in his ear. About how that other person might be able make you happier than he ever could.
So, as always, Derek makes a plan. He's going to demonstrate his love for you even more than he already does, prove that he deserves to be with you, that he can make you happy. He starts taking you out on fancier dates, and dressing up a little more for those dates. You start getting flower and coffee deliveries to your work because he was "thinking of you". He starts doing that thing you like ;) more often and becomes more adventurous in many ways.
Eventually you notice that your amazing lover has somehow become even more amazing these days, which is great. But there's also a frantic and almost desperate energy to him during this time as well, which is not great.
When you initiate a TALK with Derek about what you've noticed, he plays innocent at first. He tries to shrug off his behavior as just appreciating you as you deserve, which isn't a lie. It's just not the whole truth. As you, seeing his defeated, slumped shoulders and guilty, shifting eyes, know it. When you persist, he finally admits to feeling jealous recently, in a small voice with his head hanging low, feeling ashamed to reveal his petty thoughts.
Looking at your precious boyfriend, who now resembles a sad puppy, how could anyone resist the urge to cuddle and console him? After your TALK (and repeated reassurances that you want him, not some other guy) he mostly reverts back to his normal state of being. With one small exception. Seeing your previous delight and appreciation, he continues to do that thing you like on a more frequent basis.
#our life derek suarez#derek suarez#our life derek#olba#our life#our life beginning and always#the abcs for Derek but just one letter
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Hii! So I really liked your ren piano one, it was so sweet and cute :D
But may I request a (anyone) with a streamer s/o who likes to tease them both on and off camera?
hello, anon! i'm really sorry this took a while ඞ i was feeling sick the past few days and didn't really have the energy to do anything, but all is well now! i took some time thinking of who i wanted to write for and decided to do doppio, since he's been getting on my list lately ksksksk i hope it's fine btw! initially planned to write for multiple but i was worried i'd be repetitive, so hope you liked this one!
teasing them on and off stream! (streamer! reader x doppio dropsycthe)
notes: we'll pretend that dopi's model is like his actual self, and reader is a 'flesh'tuber, so there will be physical appearances of dopi (if that makes sense LMAOAOAO), female reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, also imagine this as if twitter or social media isn't as toxic as it is today and that relationships are openly accepted in the world of streamers hddhkshka
in the world of streaming, people already knew that xsoleil's duke of discipline was a taken man. and the one who stole his heart was none other than the internet's beloved streamer, y/n! it was never planned for the both of you to publicly announce your relationship, but it never really ceased the fans' constant shipping. they knew, even before y'all went public.
there were numerous times when your name would be trending on twitter, or when your clips would go viral out of the blue. and for doppio, he was none other than a proud bf who is happy seeing the love of his life striving.
even after announcing your relationship, the both of you never really appeared on each others' streams as often as people would expect, mainly because you would be streaming at the same time. however, today, was a little different.
dopi told you that he had the day off and was going out to run some errands, and you also busied yourself getting ready for stream. when you clicked 'live', you greeted your viewers as usual.
"hi, everyone! hope y'all doing great today as usual!", you started the stream on a cheery note. you were doing a just chatting stream since it's been a hectic week and wanted to spend some time with your viewers, so you decided to answer some of their questions.
that is, until you saw a familiar name in chat.
doppio dropscythe: i heard you're head over heels for your bf! he must be a lucky guy to have such a pretty girl.
you chuckled, and read the chat out loud. "hi, pio", you said softly before noticing how fast chat was going. "i guess i am pretty down bad for my bf, i mean, he is a hot guy. couldn't be you though", you teased, knowing damn well that said hot guy was the one in your chat. "come home soon, pio. i was thinking of doing something special today, just for you, but you said you had stuff to do", you dramatically exclaimed, as you let out a fake sniffle.
not long after that, the door to your room burst open and a very sweaty, out of breath doppio was standing there, face flushed and hair messy. you yelped from the sudden outburst and laughed seeing him. "jeez, chat, look who came running back home!", you panned the camera so that it was showing a bit of doppio as you saw him come closer to you before engulfing you in a hug. you tried pushing him away since he was all sweaty, but he looked you in the eyes, activating his puppy eyes before saying, "baby, where's my special surprise?". you gasped when he attacked your face with kisses and had to push him away. (clearly both of you forgetting that you're live)
when you looked back on screen, the chat was going so fast that you couldn't even read it. you let doppio sit next to you as you spent a couple more minutes talking before finally ending the stream, fully aware that twitter was gonna be flooded with the both of you.
let's just say, he pounced on you as soon as you ended stream and lifted you onto your shared bed. it was hot. the way he looked so impatient as if he was waiting for you to do something. you chuckled, and wrapped your arms around his neck . "what are you waiting for, baby? you look like you're in a hurry", you pulled him in for a kiss, and as the kiss got more heated, you pulled away and pushed him aside, leaving the tall man flabbergasted.
"y/n!", doppio sat on the bed and flashed his puppy eyes again, hoping that you would sit back on bed with him. but instead, you laughed at him and walked away. "you're gonna have to try harder than that".
doppio sighed in defeat. he was gonna chase after you until he heard you from the shower.
"that is, if you come and join me, and i might give you your surprise"
never in this man's life had he ever stripped so fast.
later that day, twitter was flooded with fanarts of the both of you and 'the ship has sailed' trending with clips of you both everywhere.
a/n: fuck it, i didnt really know how to approach this but in my head all i can think of is sexy pio HSKAHSSHKA but i didn't wanna make this as nsfw as i initially intended to do, and i probably didn't even show much of the teasing aspect HDKSHAD im sorry
#doppio dropscythe#the way i always have to double check to make sure his name is spelt right#nijisanji en x reader#nijisanji en#nijisanj x reader#doppio dropscythe x reader#xsoleil x reader#doppio dropscythe fluff
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Team employees
This group I planned is based on my first Ducktales fic "See you again".
Here it is for context: Link
Summary of the relationship of the fours
Dickie and Gyro
They have been best friends for years. Gyro has a slight crush on her, but prefers not to say it for the sake of their friendship. Dickie likes Gyro very much and sees him as the most important person in her life, although she doesn't see him romantically.
Although they are completely different, they understand each other; Gyro is willing to help Dickie and Dickie will support her dearest friend.
And while Gyro is often uncomfortable when Dickie likes someone or has a partner, mostly because he feels neither deserves her (nor does he himself consider himself perfect for her), being more recent: Launchpad McQuack.
Dickie and Fenton
The two get along well, although there is a bit of disdain (although it is on Fenton's part).
Dickie teases Fenton about his superhero identity and teases him several times, despite his jokes against him, but genuinely appreciates him for being good to Gyro.
Fenton initially had a hard time establishing a relationship with Dickie, due to his slight jealousy for getting along with Gyro so easily and her practical jokes towards him. Over time, he began to sympathize with her, although he still resents her teasing comments.
Dickie and Launchpad
The two became friends immediately, however, Dickie fell in love with him, mostly because of physical attractiveness and LP saw her as someone likeable.
She initially saw him as just a handsome man, but as she was with him more, she realized his great kindness and even though he is dumb, he would show his compassion when it is needed the most. She wants to start a romance with him, unfortunately it would be difficult for Dickie; despite her failed attempts, she appreciates LP's friendship and is happy for him to spend time together as friends.
For his part, Launchpad has liked Dickie ever since he met her and adores her crazy energy. He has inadvertently left her in the friendzone. Launchpad appreciates Dickie's optimism, although he still knows her weak side and tries to help her.
They both share the same neuron. xD
Launchpad and Fenton
The two get along extremely fine, it should have been the events that led Fenton to make Gizmoduck.
Despite their friendship, LP had a slight attraction to Fenton, although he is aware that he has a girlfriend and prefers to keep a low profile on the subject.
They both help each other, even when Fenton is in his hero mode, even though Darkwing doesn't like the idea very much.
Launchpad and Gyro
Both are known to work.
Gyro dislikes Launchpad's presence very much, not only because of the issue with Dickie, but because of Launchpad's stupidity and ignorance every time he appears, the more he gets involved with something scientific. Even so, he tries to keep his professional attitude to avoid someone unpleasant (mostly so that Dickie doesn't look at him ugly).
Launchpad, on the other hand, wants to have a friendship (or at least closeness) with Dr. Gearloose. Unfortunately, it usually ends badly.
They are such opposites that it is difficult to keep them together alone in the same room.
Gyro and Fenton
Both were just a scientist and his (unpaid) intern, although it was mostly Gyro's dislike of Fenton, for resorting to it himself when he was young.
Despite Fenton's mistakes with the suit, Gyro gave him many chances and began to like him, in his own strange way with his sour face.
Because of the events in Japan, Gyro agreed to make Fenton an official assistant, showing his appreciation for him. The two would begin a friendship, despite maintaining their status as boss and employee.
Fenton would take on a more important role for Dr. Gearloose regarding his emotions, especially when Dickie came back into the scientist's life. Gyro acknowledged (at times) that Fenton had become a good friend, although he hid it so as not to be soft.
Thanks for reading (this so long) and I hope to bring more of this headcanon I've been thinking about for a while and fine tune the details.
(I hope to publish both fics and drawings of them).
Chau
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#my favorite characters#artists on tumblr#dickie duck#launchpad mcquack#gyro gearloose#fenton crackshell cabrera#headcanon#disney ducks#duck comics#dt 2017
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to dye for
pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader
prompt: soulmate au series. 4/13
word count: 2.4k
warnings: small bit of angst over jihoon thinking he doesn’t have a soulmate. jihoon gets kinda yelled at for dyeing his hair.
daisy’s notes: ok ignore the fact im posting this not even a full day later and also the fact the ending is bad!! a girl is trying rn.
summary: Jihoon doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s positive. He’s never shown the signs before. And yet one lost bet against Soonyoung results in dyed hair and a surprise the next morning…
For a really long time, Jihoon had been positive he didn’t have a soulmate. His parents had comforted him over it (which, at age ten, made him feel... weird. Lost. Like he was broken). It felt weirder when he grew up, listening to classmates talk about their signs. Weirder in college, where he watched people run into their soulmates or make an active effort in finding them. And maybe it started to stop feeling so bad when he met his current circle of friends, who, despite their initial efforts, began to let him cope with his feelings as he needed to: through his music.
They initially had tried to tell him that soulmates were overrated--Soonyoung later ended up confiding in him that he hadn’t shown any signs, and neither did Vernon or Seokmin--and that plenty of people didn’t have a soulmate and were fine on their own. Jihoon shouldn’t feel incomplete (which, actually, Jihoon never said?) or alone because he wasn’t: he had his friends, and he could always date later on if he chose to. Maybe the comfort was a little misguided and something he hadn’t asked for, but he could appreciate it. That conversation happened long before three members of their friend circle found their soulmates, the most recent having been two months ago. That led to questions, and listening to those questions led to other people (namely the ones without signs) to get a little too caught up in thoughts.
There was comfort in knowing they weren’t alone, though. Soonyoung had confessed to Jihoon that he was glad that, if he didn’t have a soulmate, that maybe the other people in the circle would help him feel more normal. It wasn’t as lonely an existence if you had other people with the same circumstance. It hurt, though: Jihoon could see how starry-eyed Soonyoung would get over the idea of a soulmate.
And, honestly, Jihoon couldn’t lie: he knew he spent too much time checking his skin for words, for a name, or pinching himself and hoping to feel someone else pinch back or to taste what they’re eating or to start missing colors. Maybe he was a late bloomer. He never voiced those things to anyone, and he never planned on it. If the others believed he didn’t care about having a soulmate, then it was fine. He could be fine like that. The idea of someone being built-in to love you was... hard to swallow, after all. Love took time. Despite the way that Seungkwan seemed to claim that he and his soulmate were getting along perfectly from day one (Vernon had given him a weird look that quickly disproved that statement), Jihoon knew that you had to fall in love with someone slowly, the way Wonwoo and his soulmate seemed to be moving. So he had focused his energy elsewhere in the meantime, working on his music throughout his entire life.
It gave him something to do. He never heard anyone sing back when he sang, though, so mark that one off the list. He sang often enough to himself that his soulmate should have sung something back so he knew they were alive. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.
“Are you sure you want to do this?“ Joshua asked for the third time that night, mixing up developer with the lightener.
It wasn’t as if he could go back now, products already open and mixed, but Jihoon could appreciate the check-in.
“I can always just bleach someone else’s hair,” he said, pulling the gloves on. “I’m sure Mingyu would be okay with it. He’s been wanting to go blonde for a while--”
“It’s fine,” Jihoon said, looking at the box of bright pink dye in his hands. One lost bet against Soonyoung and of course it’d be the one that’d result in him dyeing his hair. He’d already donned one of Joshua’s old shirts just to keep from ruining his own clothes. “Just do it.”
Joshua nodded, and began to section out parts of his hair. “You really got unlucky with this one,” he hummed, already beginning to apply the bleach to the end of his hairs. “But you’re also really lucky that I’ve done this enough times for Jeonghan that I won’t fry your hair.”
He resisted the urge to nod, just humming in acknowledgement as Joshua continued to work carefully. Loser had to dye their hair the color of the winner’s choice, and Soonyoung had spent approximately half a second before grabbing cotton candy pink off the shelf when he saw it. The bet was stupid, but it was.. whatever at this point. No point in dwelling on it. All of their friends were sitting out in the living room, waiting as Soonyoung likely entertained the crowd while Jihoon sat through this bleaching process. Joshua sang softly under his breath the same lyrics that he had been working on with Jihoon for the past few weeks whenever Joshua wasn’t busy with work.
“You went too high,” Jihoon said offhandedly, trying to distract himself from the box dye in his hands. He left his phone out in the other room, and he already knew that Soonyoung was probably filling it with silly dumb selfies that Jihoon would delete half of before filing the rest away for blackmail (and maybe a little bit because that was his best friend, too--he’d made one dumb rap song with Soonyoung before just to tease Seungcheol, after all).
Joshua merely chuckled as he continued to work, finishing the application at his roots. “So... Do you wanna go back out while it’s setting--”
“No.”
Joshua laughed. “I’ll grab your phone so you can do something,” he said, setting aside everything. “Then we’ll go pink, alright?”
He just nodded, watching Joshua disappear from the bathroom before he let out a sigh. The bleach burned and smelled like shit, but there was no going back at this point. He could already see the way his hair was lightening. Soonyoung better watch his ass if the pink looked awful on him. Jihoon could hear someone laughing--Junhui’s laugh, Jihoon was positive that he knew it anywhere--in the other room. He could hear the muffled sound of Joshua calling out for someone to give him Jihoon’s phone, someone else laughing (Seungcheol, Jihoon thought, but he wasn’t positive because whoever it was was farther away from the bathroom than Jun and it was harder to hear). The door opened a moment later.
“He’s not coming out until it’s done,” Joshua called back over his shoulder, before stepping back in. He handed over Jihoon’s phone before sinking down to sit on the floor, pulling out his own. “Soonyoung had it,” he said. “Just so you know.”
Jihoon set his contact photo to the stupidest selfie that Soonyoung took. “You don’t have to stay in here.”
“It’s fine,” Joshua said. “I’ve gotta keep an eye on it anyway. For what it’s worth... I think it’ll look good,” he said. Jihoon glanced up to see Joshua already smiling at him, eyes lit up with that mischievous look he’d get whenever he was around Jeonghan. “Pink might be your color.”
The next half hour was spent in relative quiet, aside from the occasional talk of the song they were working on. Lyrical changes Jihoon wanted to make to make things flow smoother, the guiding track he was almost done working on. Joshua could come up any time and get in the booth and get his part of the work over with, and Jihoon was happy to work with him. It’d come soon enough. The bleach was washed out soon enough, Joshua humming to himself again.
Joshua knew this process well enough, apparently. Soon enough they’d dried his hair completely and Jihoon was watching him mix up the pink dye. His hair was covered in it again, and he stared at the pink stains along his skin as Joshua started to clean them up.
“It’ll look good,” he promised again.
Jihoon shut his eyes as Joshua helped wash out that second round of dye. He was never taking stupid bets again. Even if the sound of the group losing their shit at his new hair color, dried and styled with the help of Joshua, was amusing to hear. Even Seungcheol, who couldn’t see the exact color (and started shouting for people to take pictures because he wanted to see it, and he would), made Jihoon laugh.
Maybe he’d keep it until his roots started coming back in. He promised at least a full week with it. He’d have to steal Soonyoung’s color-safe shampoo, but it’d be fine. Soonyoung owed him that at least.
The two returned home after a night of drinks and games with their friends, and Jihoon took one last look at himself after running through his nightly routine before he started to fiddle with his hair. It looked good. He honestly kind of liked it, if he was being honest. He ruffled his hair a little more, and resolved to find away to make it look better in the morning.
And then he woke up to his hair dyed a completely different color--a more natural shade than the bright ass pink he’d had--and Jihoon suddenly realized that he had a soulmate.
He grabbed Soonyoung and made an appointment at whatever place would take him that same day to dye his hair another color. Fuck waiting. It might be a dick move, especially if you went out and spend good money erasing the aftermath of a lost bet on his end, but you could be mad at him once you found each other. A place took the appointment, and soon enough he was sitting in a chair listening to Soonyoung joke that Jihoon should thank him with dinner that night since he wouldn’t have discovered his sign without him.
(He’d do that, in the end, because Soonyoung... did deserve something. Jihoon was fully ready to go his entire life with his natural color, and unless you decided to dye your hair, he’d never find out you were out there.)
He went bleach blonde again, and then bright red. He could stand out in crowds like that, if he was lucky enough that you were in the city. When it was dyed back days later, he went bright purple. Again, and he kept it bright yellow. Any loud and proud sign that he was right there and looking for you. Someone joked that all it took was one bet with Soonyoung for Jihoon to decide he liked dyeing his hair. They shut up immediately when he made it clear that his soulmate would have the same shade and to stop whoever they had to for him. Everyone promised to keep a look out, and he was more than thankful. Someone had thought they found you, but the shades of green were too far off: his was neon, the other person’s was a little too dark.
He did meet her, though, and wished her well. She told him to keep looking. They’d find their soulmates eventually. Jihoon let himself hold onto that hope for once.
Before his appointments, he started going to beauty stores in order to get ideas on what color to go next. It felt silly to repeat colors so soon, and he was torn between maybe bright orange to replace the pastel blue he’d settled on before. You hadn’t dyed your hair again, but Jihoon was waiting for it. He was thankful for soulmate discounts, the documented pictures of his hair being dyed back too quick while his hair stayed healthy enough to prove that this was a soulmate thing, otherwise his bank account would be hurting too hard for him to keep doing this.
He pulled up his phone, snapping a picture of the oranges he was debating between. He’d send it into the group chat to get a second opinion. He could hear the door to the store chime from where he stood, and he started typing out his message.
“YOU.”
Jihoon looked to see... you. You, standing there at the end of the aisle with the same bright blue hair, were fuming. He could see the cashier already nervous, leaning forward enough to see him as you made your approach.
“You absolute fucking dick. Do you know how mortifying it is to be in the middle of a meeting when your hair starts turning platinum blonde?! My coworkers wouldn’t stop laughing because I got stuck with the schmuck who has a weird thing for dyeing his hair! They keep looking at me weird because I tried to cover it up the first few times before my boss told me to stop killing my hair!” You balled your fists, and Jihoon could say nothing as you let out a groan. “It’s bullshit! I mean, okay, cool, we found each other because of this, but I can’t keep going to work like this!” You motioned toward your hair. “I need people to take me seriously!”
Jihoon gaped at you, unsure of what to say. “Sorry,” he settled on. “I just wanted to find you.”
“So did I, asshole,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “We’re getting that shit removed right now even if I have to pay for it.”
“I really think you should just dye your hair,” Jihoon said. “I don’t think mine can handle it.”
He watched the anger slowly drain from your face as it suddenly dawned on you that... you found him. Even if you’d been pissed before, his bright colors had led you to him in the end, just as they were supposed to.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You let out a sigh, “and that one of my friends was in the area. He tipped me off and swore the colors matched.” You looked at him and then smiled, introducing yourself. “Your soulmate, I guess.”
“Jihoon,” he said. “Do you wanna... talk more?”
You laughed softly. “Yeah,” you said, taking a step back. “I think that’d be good. Just... no more hair dye after this, yeah? I’m sure the pink looked way better on you than it did me.” You stared at him for a moment, noticing the way that color had begun flooding into his face. “It definitely does now, at least.”
This would be a fun story in the future, at least. He erased his text to his friends, deleting the picture off the message, and replaced it with a “I found them. I’ll update you guys later.” before Jihoon made a call to his usual stylist. He’d sit with you the entire time while you were getting your hair fixed, already deciding that he liked you. The hair dye he could promise to avoid, but the way you were already turning his face red? That one he couldn’t.
And honestly? He didn’t want to. You could turn his face red any day with your cute quips and quirks and Jihoon would be completely fine with it.
#wooahaes.fic#seventeen imagine#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#svt x reader#svt imagine#svt x you#jihoon x reader#jihoon x you#lee jihoon x reader#lee jihoon x you#woozi reader insert#woozi x reader#woozi x you
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fanfic of rin oblivious to bon's feelings? I've read so many of your fics. I love them.
I'm not at all sure if this was the kind of vibe you wanted, but it's what happened, lol. It's a bit more angsty with a one sided sort of thing, though I tried to leave it open to a get together :D
I'm glad you enjoy my fics ^^
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Ryuuji’s cheeks went a bit warm as Rin reached into their shared cracker bag at the same time, and he promptly looked away as he pulled out a small handful of the rice crackers, trying to act like he was entirely caught up in his notes on Magnus’ methods of circle generation and not how warm Rin’s hand always was.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had to do it, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Ryuuji had, contrary to what some would say, not fallen in love with Rin when Rin jumped wildly in front of a reaper to save him from his ill timed emotional breakdown over the latest moment in a life time of cruel laughter.
No, Ryuuji had properly noticed Rin then, but he hadn’t fallen in love. He hadn’t known enough about Rin to possibly be in love.
When Rin stood between him and the Impure King and proceeded to try and make post rot castle plans and looked at Ryuuji like he hung the moon and stars and sun in the sky simply because he’d confessed the obvious fact that he trusted Rin out loud, he also hadn’t fallen in love, though that was a closer possibility. Had he not been exhausted to the point of near delirium, maybe.
Nope. Ryuuji fell in love in the entirely uncinematic moment of leaning over a railing to look at the view of Kinkaku-ji, and finding Rin staring at the water with his tail slipping out to wag because he had spotted a group of ducks. The dork was in front of what was one of the most impressive things Kyoto had to offer, and the ducks won his attention.
He would never be able to explain what it was about that moment that did it, but it ended with Rin looking up at him with an enormous grin that sealed the deal, and Ryuuji could almost feel his heart leaving his chest to settle in Rin’s hands, and he would die if anyone ever knew that he thought that way.
It had been strangely easy to fall in love with Rin, far easier than it had been to initially get on the same page as Rin. Probably because Rin was incredible at picking moments to make Ryuuji stop and pay attention and feel like his entire world was shifting a bit to accommodate whatever Rin had made him see in a new way. Rin bolstered him on when he was losing confidence or energy, convinced him to stick to his guns and his morals when he became uncertain, and reminded him that he wasn’t in it all alone. (Strange when it had taken him so long to drive that message home to Rin.)
Today it was a pre Cram School study session and snack. They weren’t alone — they were almost never alone, but Ryuuji didn’t mind that. He usually enjoyed his friends’ company. At least more often than not.
Except for the fact that Ryuuji had never once in his life managed to be subtle about anything, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about the fact that Rin had captured his heart.
The blushing alone would be embarrassing, and had been embarrassing on far too many occasions. He seemed to always get noticed by Izumo when he did it, and she’d get this satisfied sort of grin on her face. He could never decide if it was satisfaction that he was embarrassed to be silently called out, or some sort of satisfaction that she was watching a supposed romance unfold.
It wasn’t one. Not the happy sort anyway. Ryuuji had never had the easy or happy sort of thing so that wasn’t surprising.
Being noticed blushing would be embarrassing enough, but he also had the horrible tendency to stare at Rin a bit too much, and it was usually Shima that caught him with that, and he’d wiggle his eyebrows in the most annoying way, and Ryuuji would blush, and Shima and Izumo would grin, and Ryuuji would usually huff and make an escape.
Konekomaru always caught him in the after moments. Usually after a lunch or race or challenge. When Rin would have just left him with a high-five or laugh or an arm around his shoulder, and Ryuuji would feel like his heart wasn’t beating properly in his chest as it tried to shoot away and join Rin.
He could already tell this would be a day when he was caught by all three. Possibly even her. Those were usually the worst days. She could always tell something was wrong, but was never quite intuitive enough to know just what. She wasn't aware enough of the situation, or situations in general, to know that she was just making it worse.
Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and he was painfully obvious about it. He didn't know any other way to be. He had never been particularly gifted at hiding his thoughts and emotions, and he'd had no experience with this to have learned how.
Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and Rin was entirely in love with someone else. What's more, Ryuuji was certain Rin had never noticed that he had Ryuuji's heart. Or, the somehow worse possibility, he might have realized it and simply pretended not to because he didn't want it.
Ryuuji could never decide which would be the worst one.
He had spent a lifetime well acquainted with wanting things he could not have. He was familiar with the ache of it, even if this one was a bit strangely sweet despite the bitterness.
There were moments when he didn't even notice that he had something missing. Moments spent simply appreciating Rin were enough on their own. He would watch, and he would smile, and he would not notice himself doing either. He would be taken with whatever was happening and whatever Rin was doing or being.
He had fallen in love with the boy for a reason after all. There was a lot to fall in love with, and Rin was nothing if not a show off when he was good at something.
The soft feelings would rise in Ryuuji’s chest, sometimes a bit overwhelmingly, and he would want, and long in a strange new way that could be exciting, but frightening as well.
Other times, it was far more bitter.
The difficulty of his situation aside, ignoring how negatively being gay was still looked upon by most people, he had simply fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else. Were he to suddenly wake up with a knowledge of the words he needed to properly express himself to Rin, he would still have to contend with the fact that Rin's heart was someone else's.
Ryuuji was never a coward, but he wasn’t an idiot. So even if the words did suddenly come to him, he’d swallow them back down. They would be bitter, but he had swallowed far bitterer things.
He had met Rin first, but it was the meeting with her that had left the impact with Rin. Ryuuji had no real idea of whether or not he would have stood a chance had he made a move before she'd come into the picture, but he hadn't and without even intending to, she had won Rin's heart.
He figured that one out fairly slowly too. He was, unfortunately, entirely inept when it came to matters of the heart. He had been slow to learn his own, but certain once he had. He was not nearly so good with anyone else's.
Though he had never been able to tell how she felt about the entire thing, once he knew to look, Rin had been the easiest kind of read. He stared every bit as much as Ryuuji did, he smiled in silly ways, he laughed almost anytime she told a joke, or something that sounded like a joke, he always tried to sit as close as he could get, chose any mission with her he could, and got this sort of wishful tone in his voice anytime she was mentioned.
That was where the bitter came in.
Ryuuji was not nearly vain enough to ever even consider telling Rin that Ryuuji was the better option. He wasn't. She was an incredible option. She was kind and funny and loyal and pretty and courageous, far more than she ever gave herself credit for. Ryuuji was the heir to a failed temple that didn't even have a temple any longer. He was loud, grumpy, glared far too much without meaning too, and not very much at all like Shiemi.
He would never point out that she obviously wasn't interested, but he was if it was Rin.
After all, he had people come up to him regularly to try and go out. He knew what it was to have your attention completely taken by one person, and it not particularly matter if it was returned or not. The feelings would go away eventually, according to everyone he knew, but until then, he couldn't see any harm in them existing. He would never push his friend, because that's what Rin was first and foremost, his friend. The pain of it when Rin would look elsewhere, but never at him, was not enough to make him break away from that. It was his own fault that he was suffering. He could not stop the emotions, and he would not give himself space from his friend.
He had fallen in love with Rin, And he didn't know what to do with the emotions aside from ignoring them. That had done nothing to dissuade them, and the more he ignored them the more he tended to blush and look too much, and ache, so he took to other methods to try and satiate the insistent feelings. He would bring snacks he knew Rin liked best for the chance to see that particular smile. He would spend extra time at the gym to have a chance to spar with his friend, because he knew how much it excited Rin for them to be able to go all out. He would find extra time to help Rin with his studies, because his friend did and seemed like he always would struggle with notes and class work. It didn't help much more than ignoring had, but it did at least leave him with more sweet than bitter moments.
It was studying today, and that meant trying to decipher Rin's ridiculous notes, and sitting too close. That was what had led to the joint hands in the bag.
Rin didn't seem to have noticed it happened. He was, probably fittingly, talking to Shiemi. Ryuuji munched on his crackers, told his face to stop being ridiculous, and looked back at the notes. He managed to decipher another line and reached for his bottle of tea.
"You transposed this," He offered quietly. He tapped the two terms as Rin's attention momentarily turned to him. The most intensely blue eyes he had ever seen glanced down at the word under Ryuuji's pencil, and narrowed as Rin tried to make them out.
"Transposed," he explained, "You switched them."
"I did?"
Ryuuji nodded and tried not to pay attention to the way Rin's tail swished and stood up a bit when he was really listening. There was enough of the bitterness already. He didn't try to purposely hurt himself more than he needed to.
"If you can keep that straight, you'll ace this."
"You think?" The wag of Rin's tail was audible now. It was thunking lightly against the bench.
"Absolutely."
Rin smiled at him, and it was the same sort of smile he'd had when he looked at the ducks. Pure and unfiltered and showing his fangs and hardly any of his eyes because his cheeks were pushing them closed, and Ryuuji's face was growing warm again as he stared much too much. He swallowed and looked back down at the notes.
And in doing so, entirely missed the fact that Rin was still staring at him.
#bonrin#my tumblr fics#ao no exorcist#blue exorcist#ryuuji suguro#rin okumura#ryuji suguro#bon suguro#bon x rin#aoex#bonfire#sugurin#bonxrin#bon/rin
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Is Hanako a yandere?
This is something I’ve been wanting to explore for a little while now, but never really had the time or mental energy for it. But today, that is exactly what we are going to do (warning: this post ended up being very long!!)
For starters, we need to define what exactly a yandere is.
A yandere is typically characterized as someone who initially appears as loving and caring, but becomes violent and possessive over their love interest. The term comes from yanderu (病んでる), meaning (mentally or emotionally) ill, and deredere (でれでれ, "lovesick"), meaning to show genuinely strong romantic affection.
Some well known examples of yanderes can be found in characters such as Anna Nishikinomiya, Satō Matsuzaka and Yuno Gasai.
Female yanderes a lot more common, and are generally the first thing people think of when asked about yanderes. However, male yanderes also exist!!
When you first take a look at Hanako as a character, you see he’s a cheeky and playful character, who has a perverted side that’s typical of a boy around his age. The very first thing he does when introduced is tease our protagonist, and then laughs at her reaction to him.
And we see this a lot in the early chapters of tbhk, Hanako goes out of his way to get reactions out of both Nene and Kou and enjoys how they respond. As the story slowly progresses, he slowly forms a friendship with the 2 of them, and gets particularly close with Nene and becomes protective of her.
Doesn’t sound very yandere so far, does it?
However, from the very beginning at chapter 1, it’s shown Hanako has a more serious and potentially malevolent side as he pulls a knife out from his stomach and easily defeats the mermaid that had tried to take Nene away. The moment was quick, and Nene never focused on the change in Hanako’s demeanor, which in turn made us the audience not look too deeply into the whole thing.
It isn’t until chapter 3, with the introduction to Kou, that we truly see the sinister side of Hanako rear it’s head.
Hanako’s secret about being a murderer is forcefully dragged out by Kou, and in response Hanako holds Nene from behind to hide his expression from her, and holds a knife to Kou’s neck.
Very clearly, Hanako didn’t want Nene knowing about this, and this is a trend that continues all the way up to the current chapter. If it was up to Hanako, Nene wouldn’t know a single thing about him, not even his real name. Everything she’s learned came from a third party source, not once did Hanako willingly divulge any information to her, apart from the fact that he murdered his own twin brother.
Hanako doesn’t even tell Nene about her own lifespan, that is how little information he gives her.
Now this in itself, isn’t a very yandere trait, but it is a douche-bag thing he continuously does and never truly learns from.
As the series progresses, it becomes clear Hanako develops feelings for Nene not long after the confession tree arc.
He becomes more clingy, not liking it when Kou and Nene are too close together and sliding himself in-between them to create distance. He’s often seen casually holding onto Nene for no real purpose, other than just to keep close to her.
He even becomes jealous when Nene becomes concerned about Kou after the hell of mirrors arc,
and is very against her wanting to take Kou to a festival to cheer him up.
And when Akane threatens to kiss Nene, Hanako abandons his plan to try and force Akane to make a wish to him, just because he couldn’t handle the idea of them kissing.
Again, this itself isn’t very yandere, Hanako’s interest in Nene usually portrays itself as a typical school boy crush. He finds it hard to talk about his feelings so he often resorts to teasing her, but he also loves to find ways to be close to her and easily becomes jealous when other boys are involved.
So, if that’s the case, then why am I making this post?
Because Hanako isn’t a typical school boy.
At this point in the story, it’s more or less obvious that Hanako tricked Nene in chapter 1 so she would become his kannagi, and he proceeds to use her to destroy the yorishiros. Hanako basically admits himself that he never planned to care about her.
Hanako hadn’t planned on caring about Nene at all, he thought her life wouldn’t matter to him because he’s already dead-- why should he care if Nene was going to die?
But then he got to know her, began to like her for who she was, enjoyed the attention she gave him and then he realizes what a horrible mistake he’s made.
And that’s when another part of Hanako’s personality slowly reveals itself as the series progresses...
His overly controlling nature.
As I’ve mentioned before in this post, Hanako refuses to tell Nene anything, not even about her own lifespan. He justifies this by trying to make her final days happy, not wanting her to worry about her impeding death.
This, while can be interpreted as him trying to be kind in his own way to her, was also Hanako taking away Nene’s rights to know. She has a right to know that her time is short, and she has a right to choose how to spend the rest of that time. If she wanted to forget and remain ignorant, we know Hanako can make that happen, but he never gave her the option in the first place.
And this isn’t the only time Hanako takes away Nene’s rights and agency.
When given the choice to become a fish princess, Nene is unsure of what the right answer is. And although she decides she wants to stay with Hanako, she gets swept up on the idea of being popular and almost drinks the blood that would’ve severed her from Hanako.
This is when Hanako intervenes, forcefully taking Nene away from the fish and effectively making the choice for her.
While this does end up aligning with what choice Nene would’ve made had she not gotten carried away, Hanako had no way of knowing that. He took away her ability to make that decision for herself, and then speaks of Nene as though she were his belonging and not a person.
Hanako even indirectly admits that Nene probably would be better off with the mermaid, but to him it doesn’t matter, because she likes him.
This isn’t an isolated incident either, the entire point of the PP arc was that Hanako was making the executive decision to keep Nene there against her will, because he deemed it as a way to save her life. To him, it didn’t matter what Nene thought about the whole thing, the only thing that mattered to him was that she would be able to live inside the fake world.
Hanako goes as far as to lock Nene away, so that she can’t find a way to leave the fake world before it’s ready, completely taking away her freewill and asserting his own.
This, dear readers, is very much treading into yandere territory, and it only gets worse from here.
During the same arc, Nene manages to have a heart-to-heart with Hanako. She conveys her wish of wanting to live the next 90 years in the real world, and Hanako relents, finally sending her and everyone else back to the real world. It appears he’s learned his lesson, and everything goes back to normal until the next arc.
But then, we find out Hanako didn’t learn his lesson at all.
Hearing Nene’s wish, Hanako decides the next best course of action will be to swap her lifespan with someone else. And who is that someone else? Why it’s Nene’s best friend Aoi, who conveniently has kannagi blood running in her veins, making her a prime candidate to conduct the severance with-- and thus manually swapping their fates around so Nene lives while Aoi dies.
This, of course, is all without Hanako consulting Nene on any of this. He already knows how she would feel about the whole thing, and if given the choice he knows she would rather keep her original lifespan, but again he takes the choice away from her.
I won’t list all of them, because this post is already getting way too long, but these are just some of the big examples of Hanako’s controlling nature when it comes to Nene. He keeps on making decisions for her, not even taking Nene’s feelings into consideration, and he has no intentions of stopping. Literally in the latest chapter, Hanako just outright refuses to comply when asked if he will now stop his “crazy shit” in trying to save Nene without even asking her first.
Allowing Nene to have freewill in her own decisions is something Hanako refuses to allow. He wants her to live, and he will make it happen by any means necessary, no matter what Nene or anyone else has to say about it.
Tsukasa is the one who calls it out the best:
So to finally answer the question of whether Hanako is a yandere or not...
At the very beginning of this post, I said that a yandere is “someone who initially appears as loving and caring, but becomes violent and possessive over their love interest.”
Hanako, while maybe not typically loving and caring, comes off as caring in the way is very physically affectionate with Nene, always finding excuses to hold her in some manner, and goes out of his way to protect her when there’s danger. And despite all the evidence pointing to him being a bad supernatural, both Nene and Kou decide there is more to Hanako than that and he’s not a bad person.
However, as the story progresses, we see Hanako become more clingy and possessive over Nene-- to the point that Hanako would rather she has nightmares about him, because then she’s at least dreaming about him.
He regards her as something that belongs to him, and doesn’t allow Nene to make her own decisions, not even granting her the luxury of information in regards to her own lifespan. If it was down to Hanako, Nene would be locked away in a fake world against her own free will.
Then, when he begins running out of options, Hanako turns to attempting to kill someone else in Nene’s stead, so that she may take their lifespan.
And although it didn’t work out, Hanako has more or less admitted he won’t be afraid to do it again (or perhaps something even worse).
So do I think Hanako is a yandere?
Yes.
#tbhk#jshk#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#hanako kun#yashiro nene#hananene#tbhk analysis#yandere#yandere hanako#jesus im so sorry for how long this turned out to be#if you made it here im proud of you#this is just 1 big essay to admit how much i love yandere hanako#long post
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𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
Shu was not the best role model for any of the brothers after Edgar's death. As they grew up, Laito definitely took notes on how Shu lured women
One of the most prominent tactics Laito took notes on from Shu was how women often tried to attract Shu rather than the other way around
Delving into this deeper, Laito concluded that due to Shu's position as the heir and his nonchalant attitude, this made Shu much more different than the average vampire noble because anyone who could 'tame' Shu was the most deserving to be with him; thus adding to his appeal
Laito struggled with how to use this to his advantage before he perfected his perverted persona. He wanted people to come to him, but he didn't have the patience that Shu did
Shu, being Shu, noticed that Laito kept on staring at him. He even commented on it using a throwaway passive comment: "Looks like someone's training to be a voyeur."
Shu doesn't care for Laito and the same goes for Laito. However, their closest interactions might possibly be Laito trying to discover how he could develop into his pervert persona while masking his hypersexuality (caused by a certain purple vixen) and Shu making off comments that Laito should just be himself rather than try and imitate him
As Shu grew more distant and Laito grew more merciless with his methods, there have been times where Shu silently watched his fedora-wearing brother in the background, unbeknownst to Laito
Why? Because Karlheinz. Karl, also having the side job of being a time god and resetting the timeline anytime something went 'wrong' or there was a wrinkle he didn't foresee (it's possible and I'll delve more into this in another post), often pressures Shu to see how Shu's presence affects his younger brothers as he believes that Shu is an interesting variable in his experiment of the Adam and Eve plan due to his birth of being the first son
If Shu had enough energy and was bothered enough, he'd order familiars to deliver almond and pistachio macarons to Laito's room in the event that Laito was experiencing a rare mental breakdown if he recently had night terrors of Cordelia
Although Shu is often asleep, that doesn't mean that his hearing's turned off. His hearing might even be the sharpest out of all his brothers since he had to develop the quickest in order to be a proper candidate for the throne. He'd hear Laito flailing around and sobbing into his pillow in order to muffle out the sounds as he knows that vampiric hearing is extremely sensitive (If you've played his route in HBD, you'd know he's commented on it multiple times to Yui in order to fluster her)
Laito is the most observant when it comes to his brothers. From how Reiji purposely turns his back away from Shu's direction, to how Ayato sucks in one side of his cheek when he's getting irked from the taunting of a rival basketball team, Laito can see through everyone however the biggest enigma to him is Shu
That doesn't mean that Shu is an impenetrable fortress though. The most shocking scene Laito has witnessed was Shu staring a bit too intently at a sacrificial bride before walking off as he clicked his tongue. This one single moment clicked in Laito’s head that Shu often felt the need for a companion but would never EVER initiate it
Laito’s complex mind-mapping could never comprehend what went on in Shu’s head from that day. But the fact that Shu acted too human to even be considered a cruel and sadistic creature of the night spoke thousands of words that were too vague to be concrete
In the days that Shu was too quiet even by the eldest’s standards, Laito plays a snippet of the past songs Shu played in his, now broken, prized violin that younger Reiji destroyed. He wanted to make sure that the Blonde Sakamaki still had some life left in him
With how powerful Shu was and how often he’d conceal it, there was no doubt that he heard the piano keys calling out for him in a mantra that uttered for his name and his name alone
Most of their daily brotherly interactions now are just passive comments that either poke fun at each other (Laito's underwear drawer vs. Shu hilariously getting viruses from downloading erotic audios that all have some kind of varied ear licking involved)
#diabolik lovers headcanons#diabolik lovers#shu sakamaki#laito sakamaki#diabolik lovers fandom#diabolik boys#diaboys#sakamaki brothers#sakamaki#headcanons#rejet#dl#diahell#dialovers#sakamaki-headcanons#sakamaki shu
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hiii!
this is my first fic and it’s also pretty much a dump to get rid of my jjk rotted brain. i’m someone who really enjoys long chapters so my stuff is a bit lengthy but i’m sure it’ll tone down as i keep going with this.
i’m still getting used to posting on tumblr😭
i’m sure only like 2 ppl will see this haha
also i am just going with the flow cuz i find sukuna to be a difficult character but i love the college au vibe that i’ve read so i’ll be going for something like that 🫡
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Chapter 1:
You and Yuji had known each other basically since birth. Your families so intertwined that some of your earliest memories were accompanied by Yuji's presence. It was easy to talk to him and he never seemed to mind when you became tired of socializing and silently allowed him to take over the conversation.
Nobara's introduction to the group was the easiest, followed by Megumi. Nobara often had enough energy to talk for the both of you and much to your surprise, you did enjoy the way she was able to pull you out of your shell over the past few years. On the other hand, Megumi was a little more difficult to get used to. He was silent, irritable, but deep down cared immensely about everyone he loved.
It's not that anything was wrong with him - just that sometimes, when left alone, the awkwardness between you two could swallow you whole. However, you both shared an equal amount of laughs when you started to bond over the shenanigans of the other pair. Poking at each other to get a peek at Yuji tripping down the stairs or snickering when Nobara would force Yuji to carry her bags after a trip to the mall.
There were others you appreciated like Maki, Todo, Panda, and Toge; but they hadn't become a part of the little family Yuji had built between the four of you in exactly the same way.
Focusing your gaze on the work in front of you, all you could think about was how you all had just started university and threw out false promises of this being the year that the group turned studious and diligent. Of course this initial proposition by Yuji and Nobara over the summer was met with a scoff from Megumi who quickly turned to you with a look that said, 'I give it two weeks'. Since then, it had been exactly a week into the school year and it wasn't looking good.
The lack of noise in the room was strange as get togethers never managed to be this silent. Nobara had her head tucked in her arm fighting the sleep that crept up on her and Yuji stuck his tongue out in focus as he jotted down a syllabus for this year's course work.
Megumi being the only one who had actually managed to complete anything, sighed in disappointment as he could tell the plan was already faltering. Even you, who usually managed to get everything done on time, regardless of your predisposition to procrastinate, hadn't gotten anything done in the two hours that had gone by.
Breaking the silence, Yuji threw his head back and pushed himself out of his chair, "I'm making a snack this work is tiring me out". Megumi shot him a stern look and sighed, "you didn't even do anything yet".
Yuji ignored Megumi's comment and happily walked into your barren kitchen where he tried desperately to put together a snack. "You need to go shopping again" he whined at you while rummaging through your fridge, your pantry, then back to your fridge as if groceries would magically appear.
"Maybe I wouldn't be out of food if you guys didn't constantly come over and eat my stuff", you laughed back. "You should make him pay rent for how he basically lives here you know", Megumi snarked and closed the textbook he had in front of him, stretching his body out to relieve his stiff muscles from sitting for so long. All you could do was laugh because Nobara, who usually loved joining in on Yuji discrimination, let out a small snore and a heavy breath.
A loud ping brought your attention to the phone on the living room table, the name read ‘Dickhead', with a middle finger emoji beside it. You deduced that it must be Yuji's brother as he often used that name more frequently than his actual one, "Sukuna".
As close as you were to Yuji, you never really got to know the older of the two. Other than when you had a crush on him when you were 13 and he was 15. Or when you were 17 and had gone a whole year not seeing him sulk around the Itadori house due to some trip. But when he came back looking way different than before, you awkwardly realized that you had finally grown up.
He rarely ever cared to spend time with the two of you unless it was ordered by their parents and that eventually became nonexistent when you reached your teens. You didn't know too much about him other than that after the death of their parents, he got kind of wild. Covering himself in tattoo's, worsening sour attitude, and his tendency to get in a lot of trouble wasn't even the half of it. The phone went black and you stared at it for a moment.
One thing that drew you and Yuji together so closely was the similarities between your lives. You knew him and his brother had lost their parents just a few years after you. They moved in with their grandfather but at the start of highschool, lost him as well.
You watched Sukuna's name light up Yuji's phone once more and you couldn't help but ponder how he took everything they went through.
Yuji always talked about Sukuna like he was the devil incarnate. Whenever Yuji would rant, you would imagine his brother perched on a throne of skulls laughing as Yuji cries in front of him.
Your friend had told you stories of how Sukuna would purposefully hide from him when they were younger until he cried thinking he'd never see his family again. Or how one time on Christmas, all of his gifts were replaced with empty boxes. You'd laugh and swear that these occurrences altered his brain chemistry equivalent to being dropped as a baby.
When they grew older, Yuji was always kicked out of the house when Sukuna threw parties with his friends. This resulted more often than not, with your best friend coming and raiding your pantry and keeping you up later than you'd like to watch films you had no interest in.
Yuji swore his brother lived to emotionally terrorize him and that if he could set a city on fire and make him watch, he would.
Whenever you grew to feel angry at him for being such a shitty brother, you'd remember how a few weeks after their parents passing, Yuji had stayed over covered in bruises. He had gotten into a scrap with some kids at school for talking crap about his older brother. When Sukuna found out about how the group had hurt Yuji, those kids showed up at school a few days later very much worse off mumbling about how 'Sukuna wouldn't let anyone else hurt his family'.
In some weird way, the two weren't all that different and they definitely loved each other. It was just too bad they couldn't see past their own shit to actually get along.
Yuji rarely divulged in fond memories of his mother and father with you, just as you rarely spoke of your parents to him. It was only kind of comforting to know that you had shared emotions regarding loss of each others parents. You had grown up around each others families after all. But Sukuna was different, he had always acted as if showing any sort of sad emotion was a weakness.
In fact, you remember during one of their arguments Sukuna saying that Yuji was a 'useless brat who was weak because he let himself get hung up by the loss'. This was a particularly harsh and unexpected comment after Sukuna had ruined one of Yuji's favourite t-shirts given to him by their father.
He often told Yuji to shut up if he got too sentimental or shut the conversation down before anyone could properly open up about anything. It didn't take much to notice that Sukuna's harsh words towards his sibling simply reflected his own fear of feeling like that helpless child crying at the news of his parents once again.
"Helloooooo" a yell erupted from the kitchen, shocking you out of your thoughts, "can you stop spacing out so we can go get sushi?".
At this point Nobara had begun to wake, eventually being fully sat on her chair nodding quickly in agreement when your friend had mentioned going out to eat.
You smiled and began packing away the little work you had completed hoping that tomorrow would be a better start to the year. This was the third time you had thought that.
The group had finally reached the small family owned sushi place you all frequented every weekend. Nobara loved the food here and would always try and persuade you guys to accompany her whenever she was hungry.
Megumi was silent, shaking his head at Yuji and Nobara scanning the menu like two children as if they didn't have everything memorized by now. He looked at you analyzing every piece of your face only to shoot you a look that said, 'are you okay?'. With a small nod you reassured him not to worry, it would be weird to tell him you were just thinking about whether your best friends brother was okay. And he knew if everything was truly alright, your walk home together would feel just as awkward as usual as the two of you moved in silence. Megumi trusted that you'd always come to him when you were ready and for that, you were grateful. The four of you continued to eat and share laughs at how poorly the study session went.
"Do you guys wanna come over for a movie? Maybe we just need to relax", Yuji offered shifting his gaze excitedly between you, Nobara and Megumi. "All you've been doing is relaxing, I'm going home I have another child to deal with", Megumi stood up from the table and waved his now ringing phone with the name 'Satoru' in bright bold letters at the three of you.
"You always look so miserable Megumi", said Nobara laughing at her friend's poor reaction to the call. He furrowed his brows together and simply answered, "it's because of Gojo. It's always because of Gojo". Nobara snickered at Megumi's use of Satoru's last name, that happened whenever he was irritated, which was often. With that, Megumi left before he could be ordered to 'grab more food to bring back to his good looking roomate'. And with a quick wave he disappeared.
That pair had always made you laugh, their dynamic was so unusual but also weirdly filled with care. You found out painfully fast that it was extremely easy to be annoyed at Satoru, so maybe Megumi had a reason to be tense around him.
Satoru Gojo was one of the top upper year students at the same school we had just joined and he must have been around Sukuna's age.
Regardless of being 22, Satoru acted as though he was 13 and always goofily teased Megumi about everything. He was full of himself (to be honest, he had every reason to be), arrogant, and almost on par with the stories you've heard about Yuji's brother with the girls and guys on campus. But Satoru wasn't a ruthless player, he was just touch starved and afraid to get close to anyone since him and his ex broke up at the kfc last year.
You had gotten an earful from Megumi that month about how Satoru wouldn't shut up about it; and apparently he still didn't.
"Ok it's settled then! Movie night at my place!", Yuji jumped up doing a little happy dance. You all paid and begun your trek to the Itadori household.
Nobara kept muttering about how Yuji better not choose a 'damn boring movie again this time' and rolled her eyes suggesting back to last week, when you all had watched all of 'The Lord of the Rings' in one sitting because Yuji absolutely insisted on showing her one of the 'best fantasy films ever made'.
Not even halfway into the first film, Nobara was complaining about how Yuji was a freak for being able to sit through such long movies. Little did she know this wasn't the first time he's tried to convince someone of the 'greatness' of these films in one sitting. There was once when you were 12, again when you were 15, and then that next morning because you had fallen asleep on his couch. To which he unnecessarily filmed you snoring and drooling all over your pillow like a 'gremlin', as he called it.
Nobara was right though, you didn't know if you could sit through another one of his hyper-fixation movie marathons.
"It's SO like you to not get why these movies are so good", Yuji fought back. Nobara offendedly pointed out that he was the only one that left a positive review for 'Human Earthworm' and suggested he better rethink his taste before coming for her's.
This bickering went on for the rest of the walk, so you silently prayed that Megumi might get annoyed with Satoru and choose to come back. At least then you'd have someone to slink into the background with.
The three of you walked up to a familiar large door and entered the empty house. It was always weird being here at first as it felt like over the course of time, you were greeted by less and less of the Itadori family. However, it never took long for your group to liven the otherwise silent house.
Nobara sprawled herself on the largest and most comfortable living room couch. Yuji headed towards the kitchen to make popcorn and snacks for the movie.
You found yourself hovering at the doorway fumbling with your phone to text your roomate Maki that you wouldn't be home until later. Just as you hit send and placed your phone in your pocket, the front door came crashing into your body. A tall figure peeked around the door and closed it behind him saying absolutely nothing about just accidentally hitting you.
"Ow?" you muttered waiting for some sort of apology, or acknowledgement, or any kind manners really. "Don't stand so close to the door", he said not sparing you a glance before taking off his shoes and entering the kitchen.
You followed him down the hall and plopped yourself onto the couch diagonal of Nobara. Your gaze settled on the two brothers standing side by side, their eyes casted down towards whatever snacks they were putting together.
The two looked somewhat identical however, Sukuna had a sharper, more chiseled face. His appearance had changed so much as you all grew older and while Sukuna only had two years on his younger brother, he towered over him. His broad shoulders came close to the middle of Yuji's head.
You knew his body was toned and full of muscle from days he spent at the gym. He usually had a lot less fabric on his upper half as he mentioned 'hating how shirts felt too constricting.' But you chalked that up to being an excuse for him to be a an arrogant dickhead.
Wrapped around his face and arms were sleek black tattoo's that replicated themselves symmetrically on both sides of his body.
The brothers shared the same pink hair with black a undercut but Sukuna's hair always stood up and away from his sharp eyes. You noticed over the years that he had a habit of pushing it out of his face in a way that made him look so effortlessly attractive.
They both resembled their father but Yuji bore softer features and rounder eyes. Even though he was also toned as well, you couldn't help but constantly notice the difference in their bodies.
Twice you had developed a crush on Sukuna, so you were no stranger to admiring his micro movements in a way that one else did. The attractive way his jaw clenched when he was irritated, the veins on his arms after coming back from a workout, or how he effortlessly ran his hands through his hair whenever he entered a room.
You couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when he glanced at his phone, grabbed his food, and left for the front door once again. As much as you didn't know anything about him beyond your minor interactions when visiting his brother, he was nice to look at when you had the chance.
Now that Sukuna had left and Nobara had finished whatever she was doing on her phone, your attention was back to the group. Nobara raised her voice a bit so Yuji could hear from the kitchen asking, "hey did you guys hear about that party everyone's going to on Friday?". She had probably heard about it through the older students we knew like Satoru.
"We should tag along, it would be nice to get out. Plus we know a lot of the older students already so we wouldn't be walking into a party blindly", she said hoping that both of you would be on her side to make Megumi easier to convince.
"I don't know Nobara it's not really my thing", you admitted honestly but knew your concern would fall upon deaf ears. When Nobara has decided to do something, she will do it. Much to your expectation, she cut you off to say "come onnn just one night. Plus you're starting to get frown lines I'm worried you'll end up looking like Megumi". She shuttered at the thought. Yuji quickly chimed in, "Nobara's right, it might be good for you". Of course he would. He wanted an excuse to have fun but also a part of him knew it was good to encourage you out, to be less shy, to let yourself be happy.
You let out a huff and sat back into the couch and the two knew you had been convinced. A party with the upperclassmen shouldn't be so bad. You all were acquainted with Satoru anyway, Maki was your roomate, and Toge was always more silent than both you and Megumi combined.
Some of the others you didn't know as well but they seemed warm enough. How weird could it be?
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The blob 2
Tim goes to the manor
Tim sighs as he stretches. "It took a lot longer than I expected," he says as he stands up. "I finally came up with a better way to say that the murderer killed all of these people because she despised red shoes. It was also difficult to explain how I realized it," he grumbled.
He looks at the time, it's past 10 p.m., but he doesn't do what a normal person would. Instead, he walks into the kitchen and makes a new pot of coffee.
“Tomorrow I really should eat something other than this crap” munching on an energy bar “ I will just go to the manor as I planned,” he says.
He finishes his coffee and deliberately doesn’t look at the green blob that’s still there. He thinks about taking a shower but decides against it. Even if it's simply a delusion, he doesn't want to be naked in front of it. He places his mug in the sink and goes to his bed attempting to sleep.
“One of the few occasions I go to bed without collapsing, and I can't sleep,” he mumbles after some time. “ But if I don’t sleep now, Alfred will notice.”
He remembers the times when Alfred saw that he was tried and had no reason to stay up because there was no case. He squirms from just thinking about it. He tries every trick he can think to fall asleep. It must be working because he fell asleep.
He awakens with the hope that the green blob has vanished. As he sits up, he doesn't notice it. He doesn't see it as he drinks his coffee, nor when he eventually decides to take a shower. He cautiously gets naked and he doesn't relax until he's done showering.
He begins to believe he is no longer delusional after dressing up. He cheerfully exits his brownstone and walks to his car.
"Perhaps the others are right, I just need sleep more often." He gets into his car. However, as he starts the car, he notices the green glob in the mirror.
He will forever deny the sound he made. He carefully places his face on the steering wheel; he doesn't need a concussion on top of everything else, even when he feels the need to bang his head on the wheel.
He inhales slowly and ignores the glob “I should call it something else” he starts the car again. “Or would it increase your presence?”.
As he drives to the manor, he wonders if the blob has any purpose. He had hallucinations in which he saw things that would help him with a case or his feelings. He assumed that was his subconscious. But the blob does nothing; it is simply there. It’s not like the time he saw Dickc almost naked.
“That was fun”
He vividly recalls that time. He initially believed it to be true. It happened after a similarly difficult case; he was so exhausted that he wanted to sleep forever, but when he went home, he saw Dick in his kitchen making food, wearing nothing but an apron. When he awoke the next day, he knew it couldn't have happened.
Firstly, Tim doesn’t own an apron and more importantly, Dick doesn’t know how to cook. If Dick had cooked something in his home it would have left a mark. Tim is aware that his mind was trying to tell him that he isn't straight, but he rejected it at the time.
After that hallucination, he started to see naked men on occasion, and the delusion only ended after he finally admitted to himself that he was in fact gay. Very much so.
He has no idea what the glob purpose could be. He thinks about it the whole way, but he can't figure anything out.
“What could a green blob possibly want to tell me?” he says as gets out of his car.
He takes the strait two at a time, goes to the kitchen to drink coffee and sees if there is something good to eat. He empties the coffee pot and starts looking around for food.
“Master Timothy, it is pleasure to see you, as always. I wasn’t aware you were visiting.” he hears from behind.
Tim turned around quickly, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a sausage roll in the other, and began to panic.
“Ah, Hi Alfred, I didn’t hear you coming. “ Tim shows his hands behind his back, almost spilling out his precious coffee. “ What are you doing here?”
“I believe it is me who should ask such questions.” Alfred raised one eyebrow.
Tim laughs nervously, reluctantly placing the mug and awkwardly holding the sausage he took from the fridge, he quickly eats it.
“I just want to hand my report in,” Tim remarks while looking discreetly at Alfred to see if he noticed the floating green blob in the kitchen. However, Alfred doesn’t seem to notice.
“And why didn’t you just send it as usual, Master Timothy?” Alfred asks, his tone knowing, Tim is well aware that he cannot keep the plan secret from Alfred.
So he admits “I didn't have anything to eat at home, so I figured I could eat at the manor?” what began as a statement became a question.
“Of course, Master Timothy, you’re always welcome to visit the manor,” says Alfred as he walks further inside the kitchen. “Now, why don’t you hand your report in quickly, while I cook something for you to eat?”
“I will hurry back” Tim is aware that if he does not return before Alfred has finished cooking, he will regret it, as he has in the past.
He dashes through the manor into the cave. Bruce is in the cave, working on the computer.
“Hi Bruce, What case are you working on?” he approaches Bruce, while looking at the screen and finds Bruce working on the newest villain case. The villain always vanishes before Batman captures him, and the figure in the cowl video feed appears distorted.
Bruce simply mumbles something unintelligible and continues to check if different cameras throughout the city could capture a clear image of the villain.
“So, I completed my report on the previous serial killer case. You wouldn't believe the motivation.” Tim attempts to sound cheerful but it comes out forced.
Bruce doesn’t even look away from the computer when he says “There was no need to come in person to hand in your report.”
Oh, that hurt.
“I just wanted to visit you and Alfred” Tim laughs awkwardly. He swiftly lays his report on the table. He had to get out of here.
“I will just go then. By Brice.” He rushes back upstairs. He doesn't notice Bruce's concerned gaze.
Just as he steps out of the lift, he realizes he hasn't checked if Bruce sees the green blob.
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This probably won't get many views here or Twitter, but I'm genuinely thinking of writing my own version of Naruto.?? The relationships won't change. So Hintata will still get together with Naruto .
I have ideas based on interviews with kishimoto. Like Team Gai and Team Kurenai being sand Ninja (yes, that means the Hyuga , Inuzuka, and Aburame clan won't be leaf ninja) . Had the idead since I read Gai in particular wasn't originally planned to be a leaf ninja. That he and Lee where made on the fly for the exams.
One thing to mention is that all teams have four students. This is to include the filler students like Sora , Yakumo, and Yagura (yes, gai had a student named Yagura)
Team Gaara also has new people from the chunin filler being Shira , Sen, and Yami.
But what happened to Kankuro and Termari? Well, dear reader, that will come in due time..
Here's the major changes I have in my head so far, starting with Team 7.
Naruto
He's still an orphane born of the 4th homage minato. He's maybe a year older than Sakura and sasuke . Due to flunking the graduate exams . He was adopted by the third Hokage. In this version He's younger and much more naive than the original. (More on hiruzen later)
Sakura
She was a girl who witnessed her parents constantly fight . They both struck at each over multiple times, and eventually, she was but in foster care. Not really being taught violence wasn't the way she'd often lash out at people, including her teachers. When being put into team 7, she was scared of kakashi after some of the stories she'd read about him. She actually sometimes tries to hit Sasuke , Naruto and Sai
Sasuke
He's still the same, only real difference being that he looks more like Fugaku . He's still broady and crabby even more so with Sai.
Sai
Joined Team 7 much earlier on and is one of the reasons Sasuke left the village. Being a spy for Danzo, he worked with orochimaru closely and slowly wormed his way into Sasukes mind convincing him to accept the sound fours offer.
Kakashi
Born of a Samurai clan, that later fled to the leaf and a Inuzuka / Hyuga (haven't decided) mother from the sand . He's much the same man from the series except he's got a secret pacht with the sand due to his mum being from there.
Team Asuma
Ino, Shikamaru, and Choji are pretty much the same. I really don't see any change Nessasary .
Asuma
The brother of the third hokage it inst until after the sand attacks the leaf he fall head over hills with kurenai yuhi of the sand . At first, he has no idea she's a sand Ninja. When he initially finds out her secret he's of course, horrified . Kurenai was from the village that tried to destroy his home and ultimately took his brother from him. During the time skip they do make up and eventually start dating in secret..
Sora
Same as filler exept hes the new five tails after it recarnated, he just joins the team early on . He's constantly worried because he doesn't fit in with Ino-Shika-Cho formation. Asuma tries to help him .
Team Kurenai
This is where the divations really begin .. as Said before Major clans now live in the sand village. Hyuga , inuzuka, and Aburame. Inspired by two things . The concept of gaara owing a dog and the interview stating Gai was from another village.
Hinata .
Apart from location a lot hasn't changed. She first met Naruto in the Exams and really liked his energy and will never give in. The thing that made her mind up was the fight with Neji. The Cousin she was going to be forced to Marry eventually. Naruto does the same shouting. But this time, her motivation is based on 'why does this stranger I've maybe met one or twice cheer me on?' She actually goes on the journey with Jiriya, Naruto , Sorra, Neji, and Gaara. (Three jinjurki and three people to sort out if anything goes wrong)
Kiba
He has a strong rivalry with his Twin Gaara and says he's going to beat him at being kazakage. Gaara doesn't really care but later on indulges him and challenges him to see who gets stronger during the time skip.
Shino
Same as canon just more dessert like bugs
Yakumo
Uses paintings much like Sai, but instead of physical . They trap people in genjutsu, which are much like in her filler episodes.
Team Gai
It's pretty much the same, except Lee now has two brothers. Yagura and Shira . Both whom he likes to to one up. Gai was 16 when he had a one night stand, resulting in Lee and his brothers. He never really knew their mum. He's regretted ever since. He has a major Crush on a certain Spikey haired leaf shinobi. Whose to say that man doesn't share the same feelings .
Team Gaara
The filler characters are the same
Baki is the sensei.
Gaara is the twin of Kiba, and he's pretty much the same as canon . The biggest difference is his dog. Don't hurt, or else shukaku will come out. After the Konoha Crush, he softens quite a bit and looks very different from how Naruto met him.
Temari and Kankuro are Sand Anbu like shinobi that are the older siblings of Kiba and Gaara. They resent Hana at first for caring about their brother, whose only seen as a weapon. It's not until rasa dues do the realise that Gaara, if taught correctly, can harness his powers, so they set up a meeting with the leaf village . As long as Gaara is safe and cared for, then could he train under Jyriya. Tsunde reluctantly agrees... that's all I have so far...
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Yooo askbox open :]
Could I get a Castlevania matchup, one female and one male character? I am fine with poly, and also the more background characters :]
I'm a bisexual guy. Once I'm past my initial `terrified of everything' and 'extremely withdrawn' phase of anxiety, I'm very energetic (though not very loud) and flirty. l love all fields of science, especially mathematics and physics. Very nerdy/ geeky, and I also paint and practice
l have a very impulsive and ADHD -type of humor, though it always takes me a moment to recognize any word-play. I'm very much a thrill-seeker, and things that tend to make other's squeamish don't bother me in the slightest. I suppose for the sake of the series, gore and acts of sadism don't really phase me, at least, to the extent that I am a spectator.
A/N: Okay for you, my Flirty, ADHD-Humor Anon, I think your best Castlevania matches would be Godbrand (Male) and Greta (Female)! [Note: The writer of this ask dmed me specifically to say they were fine with more minor/background characters, just in case you were wondering how I ended up choosing these two for them.]
Godbrand, believe it or not, would be a great match for you! He is very energetic, and flirty when he wants to be. Well, he tries to be flirty, but more often than not he comes off as kind of an ass, but that’s just part of his charm!
As a Viking and a sailor, Godbrand has a particular interest in science, mostly astronomy, and geography, but he enjoys listening to all the knowledge you’re willing to share about mathematics and physics. Despite what you may think, Godbrand is rather intelligent. He may be brash and lack tact, but he does pay attention to the emotions and behaviors of others. Every once in a while his arrogance gets in the way, but for a vampire, he’s rather attuned to the mental state of those around him.
I think he’d pick up on your impulsive tendencies and ADHD-type humor fairly quickly, although that may not be a good thing, as he can be rather impulsive himself lol. The both of you are thrill seekers, so neither one of you is there to act as the stubborn voice of reason in all the escapades the two of you get up to. It drives all the others crazy, but neither you nor Godbrand pay them any mind.
Godbrand loves to show off all his combat skills to you, and he is so glad you don’t run away screaming when he demonstrates how he takes down a five-man human army all by his lonesome. He wants to show just how strong and capable he is as a mate, and this is his way of doing so. (It’s kinda sexy if we’re being honest lol.)
Godbrand will ask you to bear witness to his prowess, and then paint him something that captures his essence. You’re gonna need A LOT of red paint for such a scene.
As an INTJ you balance out his ESTP. You tend to be on the introverted intellectual side where he’s all about the immediate action. You are a great value to him, especially in how you can talk over his ideas, and help him think about them in a more nuanced way. You’re impulsive as well, but also an analyst at your core, so you are all for cheering him on: it’s just that you want him to go forward most successfully.
Who knows? The two of you together might have even changed the course of S2. Godbrand would want to act on Dracula’s noncommittal attitude, and you’d be the perfect partner to talk out a well-thought-out plan with. Instead of brashly confronting Isaac with his half-cooked idea of betrayal, perhaps the two of you as a team could have spoken to Dracula, and see if you could change his viewpoint on erasing all the humans and vampires of the world.
Greta is also a great choice as a partner for you because she’s smart and no-nonsense, but also wise enough to appreciate the energy and zest you have for life!
Greta is quite understanding in your, as you called it, ‘terrified-of-everything’ phase of anxiety. In a world full of creatures who are constantly trying to kill you, who in the hells wouldn’t be? So many of her people live with the same anxiety and fear, and as their leader, she feels responsible for reassuring them all will be well. She knows what you need to hear to calm down, and she understands this is something you need to undergo to take any next steps.
She is drawn to your energy, and how flirty you are. She, being the self-assured woman she is, flirts right back. Your fire is a welcome addition to her otherwise very realistic, sort of strict outlook on life.
She’s a leader, she needs control. She manages everyone, and it’s a difficult job. To make things easier rules and orders that are put in place. You on the other hand are impulsive, and rowdy at times. You challenge the stubborn rule-follower in her and push her to be more spontaneous and to accept the things she cannot control or change. This is also very much in line with your MBTI types, with you an INTJ, and her an ESTJ.
You’re similar enough to have a great understanding of one another, but just opposite enough to push a little where they pull. Greta challenges you to stay grounded, and to think ten steps ahead, to consider the logical consequences of potential actions.
She appreciates your love for science. Science is the future after all, and her people will need all the knowledge they can get if they are to advance their lifestyles and survive.
The fact that both of you enjoy a good thrill is great and very much necessary in this universe. She understands you’re not keen on combat, but not everyone is. She’s just very grateful you aren’t constantly breaking down or throwing up when you catch a glimpse of her spearing a night creature through the middle. It would be very disheartening for her to protect the love of her life and be met with only fear and disgust.
The other trait you share is that both of you are freakishly nonchalant at times. Night Creatures? Eh. Attempted murder? Eh. Vampires? Eh. It’s all just another Tuesday for you, and so long as you have each other, you figure the both of you will end up just fine.
#castlevania x reader#castlevania imagines#castlevania matchups#godbrand x reader#greta castlevania x reader#greta x reader#matchups#castlevania#godbrand
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Mad Mod Sexcanons
You know what's up. I'm about to sexualize an old man.
General Headcanons:
THIS MAN LOVES HYPNOSIS ARE YOU KIDDING ME? If his partner consents to it, he loves having them disoriented or in a trance while they fuck. He has used his hypnosis before to put people in roleplay scenarios and make them see what he wants to.
A fan of roleplay, specifically a few certain scenarios. Professor/College Student and Monarch/Subject are his favorites, but he's more than happy to try others at least once with his partner if they ask.
Has a hard time subbing. This is a man who likes to be in control, all the time. It's not a hard no, but it'll take time to bring him around to the idea.
Loves his partner looking good in the bedroom. He'll have them in all kinds of lingerie, specially designed costumes, all sorts of fun things.
He's built a few machines he's tested on himself and would love to test on his partner, too.
His oral skills are...not the best. He's never really been able to give a decent blowjob because he can never keep his teeth off, but he can eat someone out without any problems.
Pretty damn skilled in other areas, though. He's been around. He knows what's up.
Can't believe I forgot this, but this man's a total voyeur. He loves to watch people fuck. Especially if he's giving them commands the entire time.
THIS MAN WILL TELL YOU HE DOES NOT HAVE A PRAISE KINK. This man is a liar. Please tell him how wonderful he is and how much you love him. Please?
Young Mod
Way more malicious in the bedroom when he actually has the energy to spare. He likes to edge his partner and make them beg for release. He might even deny them and make them work for it over a few days if he's feeling particularly mean.
Alternatively, he'll also put an orgasm block/trigger word in his partner's subconscious and lord that over them. He may or may not say it casually and unexpectedly when they're in a public setting just to watch them double over and come undone (if they've discussed it before the game, obviously).
More experimental in the bedroom and does more positions, as well as being rougher. He's young and flexible, it'd be a shame not to use that!
Can go for a lot longer when he's like this. And he will.
WAY more open to quickies. He might even initiate them.
If the relationship is poly, he likes to have both his partners sub for him and 'fight' over who gets to pleasure him. This plays deliciously well into his Monarch/Subject scenarios.
Old Mod
Has way less patience for bedroom games. He's an old man, he's tired. That's not to say he's not a romantic or won't set the mood, but he doesn't drag the game out for days and days like he does when he's young.
One and done. But that doesn't mean he can't make a good session out of it. He knows his limits, and how to use them to his advantage.
Waaaaay more likely to use the machinery he's built on his partner. Sessions with his partner under his trance, squirming on the bed and being fucked by a machine he made while he sits back and rubs one out are more common.
More open to subbing this way. His partner has to be very careful with him--he's old and feels fragile/nervous. But if it's just laying back and receiving while his partner does all the work...maybe that would be okay.
Has sex less often than Young Mod. He prefers to plan it out instead of being spontaneous most of the time.
Needs more reassurance. He's a lot more insecure as an old man, and likes to be told he's doing well. He tries to shrug off receiving aftercare for himself, but don't let him! He needs that.
#en ess eff double-ewe#mad mod#neil richards#I do not apologize in advance#I am NOT sorry#teen titans
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Lots of new guys, lots of test designs! i'll give info on them, starting from up left to bottom right.
Pulasan! He's a drain fly, but he calls himself a 'were drain fly', despite him looking and acting the same way regardless of full moon or not. He lives in the Spooky level's forest, full of dead trees and with an ever present moon. Pulasan just loves to act feral and violent, and is not shy about clawing or biting people. As a result most people avoid him, and that actually makes him sad! He won't under any circumstances drop the 'were' act, but he IS lonesome and wishes someone could understand him. Also, Pulasan has the ability to create wolf spirits, but he seems to no real concept of what a wolf is, and makes them act like bugs (climb on trees for example) when they're not used to attack someone.
Second might be familiar to some, it's Lollipop Climber. He's a horse leech. I'm much more satisfied with his design now. He's a pompous vampire that sticks to all the 'classic' and strange vampire habits, like having to be invited and not being able to touch silver. He's constantly fighting with Bloodlime, Lollipop truly hates him because of the former's taste in music- Lollipop thinks vampires should only create or listen to classic orchestral! In any case, Bloodlime flexes with his big castle while Lollipop wallows in misery in his home, a pile of mud in a dirty pond.
Third one is Jambul, he's a black crazy ant (actual name of the ant). He's actually a very good scientist, if not the best in the Fruitbugs world- however his visual disability and crossed eyes make people not take him seriously. He studies storms, black holes and potatoes- the latter because he wants to create a new energy source. He's a kind person if you get to know him, but Jambul's very focused on his work, to the point he doesn't always sleep. Despite his huge hands and fingers, he's fairly dexterous, but has sometimes issues with what's around him and knock things over.
Fourth one is Quince- the original fruit is only white and fuzzy when it's not ripe, but Quince is just a young adult that could lose his fur as he gets older (but he might not get older since he's a video game character). He's a vampire moth. He works as a clothing store owner- he's affiliated with Cucumber, so Quince's products are high-quality and expensive. As a shop owner he's pretty pushy in a classic salesman manner, with sometimes peer pressure such as 'but you'd look WONDERFUL with this 999.99$ coat!'. Despite his customer pleasing attitude, he's actually kinda mean- he JUST bites people that dislike his style/products, and has the nefarious plan of 'conquering the fashion world', so that Cucumber's brans dominates the whole clothing market. He has this mean side because he was relentlessly bullied in his past, and wants to enforce a new norm to not be left out ever again. His wings were burnt by his bullies, that were initially his friends.
Fifth one is Swenson Red Grape, but he's just known as Swenson. He's a Sabethes Mosquito. He's a star that creates synth music, which is like our world's 80s lyrical music. Swenson composes and writes all his lyrics by himself, and he has few bodyguards and managers- because he dislikes using people and... He didn't actually want to be a star! He just started music in his room, and was peer pressured to do a concert because he was 'talented'. From there he got much more success than he ever wished for, due to the fact that his music is unique in the Fruitbugs world. As a result he's infamous for not being open to fans and paparazzis- he's actually downright cold/dismissive. He often dreams of 'escaping to the countryside' where no one knows his name. He wants to be seen as a person rather than a star/music creating machine.
Sixth one is Coast Live Acorn, Coast for short- he's a conehead mantis. He doesn't look like much of an acorn, but i tried to make him more alien than acorn-like. In any case, Coast is mean! He wants to conquer the Fruitbug world, to make everyone his servants. He believes he's the best alien in the universe, who's above any planet's lifeforms. To achieve his plan, he destroys buildings to rebuild them to his liking. This more annoying than anything for NPCS and other fruitbugs, who have to redecorate their homes from scratch and put away the Coast-shaped furniture.
Seventh is Hawthorne Wildflower, who's a common cricket. He's still the same as before in terms of personality. But i added the fact that he's very caring if you get close to him- he'll craft things for you and bring you... 'Gifts' (animals with 1HP so you can kill them and gain EXP).
Eighth is Criollo Cocoa, he's an unicorn mantis. Like Cocoa, Criollo creates chocolate- except his is very fancy and not poisoned. It's expensive too. He's very snobbish and believes he's above almost everyone, safe for fellow 'high quality' products creators like Cucumber. Criollo also says he's above eating his own chocolate, but occasionally during fancy parties, he'll take one or two without anyone noticing. Deep down he wishes he had more real friends, but he has too much issues interacting with 'regular' people. Except for Nacional Cocoa.
Ninth is said Nacional Cocoa! He's a yellow orchid mantis. He's a mime that loves to perform as the most dramatically sad man in the world. In reality, he's actually sad, but prefers to not let anyone know. The only things that bring him a smile are Criollo and making others laugh with his mime antics. Few people seem to like him though, because of his association with white chocolate that makes people irrationally angry in the fruitbugs world (for no real reason other than taste).
Tenth is Blood Peach, he's a question mark butterfly. He's a knight that works for Nectarine (that i need to update/redesign), and the two actually are in a close platonic relationship with. Blood Peach would do anything for his partner, and like the latter, Blood is no stranger in sending meat eating butterflies to eat his ennemies' flesh. Though he does prefers to fight 'fairly' with his sword if the other person has a weapon.
Eleventh is Peanut, he's a mole cricket. He lives in the Desert level, in an area is like the underground from pkmn Diamond/Pearl. The players must help him extract cool rocks via a minigame that's like fossil extraction from Spectrobs. Don't get him crystals/gems, he thinks those are overrated, he's a 'regular' rock-based geologist. Peanut rarely uses tools to dig, because his claws are efficient and his body is actually half mechanized, hence the smoke pipes coming out of certain parts of him. As a result, he has much more stamina than most people and can dig for hours on end.
Last one is Medlar, he's a girafe weevil. He looks like he has a mascot head on, but that's his actual face- he can emote but chooses not to. He used to work at an amusement park, where he was a mascot that took pictures with people and generally brought joy to the park. But it closed due to financial reasons, and it was left to rot. Medlar, knowing nothing besides how to be a mascot, also was left to rot. He still roams the park, hoping a visitor will come and enjoy the rides, and even take a picture with him to make him feel whole again. Even during the better days of the park, Medlar was obsessed with how people see him- partially because that would be bad rep for the structure, but also because he has zero confidence and relies on people to feel loved and worthy. He does not actually know who he is outside his role as a mascot.
#o#rose'socs#koncept drawign#sorry im on mobile i cant add a readmore#fruitbugs#fruitbugs pulasan#fruitbugs lollipop climber#fruitbugs jambul#fruitbugs quince#fruitbugs swenson red grape#fruitbugs coast live acorn#fruitbugs hawthorne wildflower#fruitbugs criollo cocoa#fruitbugs nacional cocoa#fruitbugs blood peach#fruitbugs peanut#fruitbugs medlar#the insps will be clear for some but idc 💖 these are test designs after all!#idk when any of these guys will get a finished ref but one day!!#first i need to do the Fossil Fuel Fiend...#also note that the sizes arent to be taken literally because for example swenson is normal person sized but coast is like. 3 meters which is#9ft10. or maybe a bit smaller? bc he's shorter than saskatoon but pretty tall#if you read everything i like you a lot. mosquito love blast 🦟💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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