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autisticempathydaemon · 22 days

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Hello... again! Are you hyperfixated on RedactedAudio?

Do you want (need) to know who to follow to cultivate your dashboard and feed your gremlin brain good, good boyfriend roleplay content and my first recommendation post of magnificent fan-artists and fan-writers wasn't enough dopamine for you?

Cool, I’ve got you, and I’ve got even more hyperlinks. Buckle up.

(Note: This is by no means a comprehensive, objective, or complete list, as I have biases and favorites and limited time. If you feel I've missed someone, please feel free to reblog with your additions! I just would have loved a guide like this when I got into the fandom back in August 2022 and wanted to spread some positivity~!)

Fanfiction:

@agentplutonium: they/them

Pluto is just one of the many gorgeous people who've migrated to Tumblr now that Twitter is, ya know, on fire. I've been following them on Tiktok for ages, and I'm so pleased they joined us on tumblr now! Highlights: "Constant" and "Inconvenience" mean the world to me, because there are just not enough aspec headcanons in the fandom, we could always have more.

@angelicaether: they/them

Aether is a fucking gem unto this fandom- not only do they run Sky Side, a friendly, closeknit (hehe) server for 21+ Redacted fans but they also were who we have to thank for Redacted Kinktober 2023, bless them~ Highlights: New Job Posting is magnificent if you’re in the mood for some David/Angel smut today and this cute couple crossover fic if you’re feeling more SFW!

@caelumsnuff: they/them

Phoenix is magnificent, creative, and endlessly sweet. I also respect the hell out of anyone that can take the anon hate that they get with as much grace and attitude as they do /gen /pos Highlights: I love this gift for the Quinn-fuckers they wrote, I do, but I have to admit I'm partial to the Imperium!Vincent/Imperium!Asher piece they did, because their tension and hatred was just too palpable to deny, I needed it.

@empydoc: any pronouns

Empy's Soul Eater AU has not only taken over my life but has also got me deeply wanted a Soul Eater rewatch. God forbid xe succeed because this post has already been delayed enough /j Highlights: I love the Marcus/Asset post, because that's my favorite pairing but also because Asset as both an android and a weapon is so, so interesting. Blake/Bestie's is also a particular gem, because being a meister just gives him a new dimension to his manipulation and I love it.

@floofdeloop: she/her

Not only is Floof a beloved fic writer but she's also one of the adored DJs of the fandom. Are you really a fan if you haven't looked up Redacted on Spotify and saved all her playlists? /j Highlights: Her whole playlist page is literally so good, but I love the cute, domestic vibes of this Geordi one or the tragic, angsty, Britrock vibes of this Porter playlist~!

@joshusten: they/them

Sten is one of if not the writer that comes to mind when you're looking for amazing Guy/Honey content! Highlights: Bitter Melon is my personal favorite of their work; what can I say? I'm a sucker for a little jealousy in my fics. You also can't miss Honeysuckle, their most recent piece which gets into Guy's canonically less-than-pure mind~

@pinksparkl: she/her

Gosh, where would we be without her? Pink never has a bad word or thought for anyone and just persists in being a delightful, sweet presence in the fandom. Highlight: I can't decide what I'm more obsessed with- their Adam-centric fic exploring the Progeny/Maker bond or their nsfw Gavin-centric with his tail exploring Freelancer nudge nudge wink wink

@redlikeredacted: they/them

Just as their blog says, they are the CEO of Dasher. In my head, they are the president of both the David/Asher and the Autistic!David fan clubs, and I'd vote for them a second and third term okay I love Red Highlights: Their "David bottoming for the first time" fic is everything to me okay I am here for nothing but this except maybe this Milo fic where he gets Aggro~

@teafairywithabook: she/they

A lovely writer, voice actor, and person, Cheri does it all! With a whole 34 Redacted works on AO3, they are a must-follow. Highlights: I'll provide the masterlist of previously mentioned works, but I must recommend her nsfw Avior/Starlight fic keeping us sated until we finally get an Avior BA and their fic of Alexis's POV of Sam's turning I couldn't not okay I'm just a person I have biases

@tepid-judas: he/they/it

My favorite Adam stan, my friend, and the person who converted me into an Adam/Brighteyes shipper, I thank Judas every day for that. Highlights: I love their series of epistolary fics, because who doesn’t love a good letter, but I would be remiss if I didn’t rec his DAMN polycule plus Xavier fic cause fuck canon let's add frosty the snowman to the orgy /lh

@themonotonysyndrome: she/her

Lady, my dearest friend and greatest foe~ How else do I describe the gorgeous, sociable, friendly person who bought Alexis/Christian into the world and ruined my life? (affectionate) Highlights: Let these two assholes in love take you on a ride, fall in love with them too. If that's not your vibe, I cannot recommend enough her insane, gen z Bright Eyes being an absolute fucking terror /pos

Fanart:

@androgynouspenguinexpert

Can YOU believe Penguin's only been posting art since, like, December? I certainly can't, because it's like they've drawn every boy at this point and each is as smoochable and adorable as the last. Highlights: Their Porter is one of my favorites; what can I say? Who can resist this high ponytail and cape combo? I also love their Hush, cause look at him~! He's adorable! Penguin gives all these boys such luscious, floofable hair; I love them!

@cute-brainz: she/they/it

Kindly, lovingly, respectfully, Cute's listeners designs reduce me to a sniveling, simpering puddle of a simp. I become nothing but a humble, simple straight man, and none of you came blame me good god their listeners are hotter than all the redacted men- Highlights: Like, look at their Lovely: the hair, the singlet, the VIBES? Fuckin irresistible; like Vincent, I'd give them anything their heart desires. And their ANGEL? The MINUTE David Shaw fumbles that bag, I'm on my knees with a ring hello earth angel will you be mine

@darling-solaire

Darl has been posting art for only a month and a half at the writing of the post, and yet I feel like I've loved their Solaires for forever. They, as a unit, are hot and tragic as fuck, and I love them. Highlights: I am obsessed, particularly, with the Solaire family portraits, but maybe that's because my girl Alexis is up there, and I love her. There's also this bust compilation of more Redacted boys in case you didn't find your favorite in the Solaires~!

@free-boundsoul: she/her

Okay so, like, vibe with me did you ever love Lisa Frank products with the bright, saturated colors and sparkling eyes but wish instead of cuddly animals that there were really hot men? Then Savvie is the artist for you~ Highlights: One, it's fun to see a Regulus that's not blue, okay? It's thinkin outside the box. Two, the CRACKS? WITH THE GOLD PEEKING THROUGH? I'm inconsolable my god. Speaking of daemons, Fool!Gavin is sort of everything to me. He's just really rocking that sweater vest!

@hotmcrodz: he/they

I know for a fact that I'm not the only one obsessed with the way Jai draws human anatomy. I have unironically seen a Jai piece in the tag and gone "WOWZA" like I'm Jim Carrey in The Mask; that's what they do to me. Highlights: This Milo was one of the pieces that made my eyes pop out my head like a cartoon wolf; I think it's the shirtlessness plus the muscle pose. I just couldn't handle it. I also reacted like that to their Babe because I am an equal opportunity pervert /hj

@izzuku: he/they

Izzuku designs characters with the most realistic and gorgeous body types; like, I love the soft jawlines and how warm and touchable they draw skin. Every Izzuku design is kissable as hell. Highlights: I have to recommend his Regulus and Hush designs, obviously, they're my favorite men. However, I can't let the world go by another rotation without recommending this special Halloween version of Vincent~!

@kilarthmac: she/they

In case we needed another reason to love and appreciate the iconic timestamping account we all recognize from the Redacted comments, we cannot neglect their fanart! Highlights: Like, look at this brought-back-wrong Vega! This Hush with his cute face and off-putting air! He's so cute and so weird! I also love this piece they've done for one of my favorite rarepairs, Imperium!Lasko/Adam~

@latenightsleeper: he/they/it/she

My kinfolk and my beloved, one of the few people who understand me and the vision that is beautiful, blonde, dumb and lovable Christian. They will give you so many feelings about Darlin and Christian, and they will cause you agony /pos Highlights: Obviously, I'm obsessed with the Tank/Christian art like this one (Christian is just so cuuute), but we're all obsessed with this Sam/Darlin animatic set to Eat Your Young.

@maxpaulll

An amazing artist that I'm so glad we managed to get to migrate to Tumblr from Twitter so I could put them on this list~ Highlights: I am obsessed always with their Indigenous character designs, especially David. Like, look at him, he's indescribably beautiful, outshone by no one except maybe Max's Imp!Vega, because oh my god look at him~

@nortyourself: she/her

I don't think there's anyone who's not obsessed with at least one of Rachel's pieces; like, I believe she'll get to every Redacted man with the speed and beauty she works. Even Reticuli has gotten the Rachel treatment and been made hot af. Highlights: Technically, this Imperium!Damien just takes me breath away; like, it would be blown up and framed in his palace (for all of his short and tempestuous reign). Personally, her Hush has a dear and special place in my heart. He's just my favorite~!

@penncilkid: any pronouns

One of the most gorgeous and darling and non-stop creators in the space! They're a true triple threat, kicking our hearts in the butt with their art, their writing, and their audio roleplay series~ Highlights: With so many mediums under their belt, it's so hard to choose. If you're looking for purely Redacted content, their art is prolific and so creative, I've got to share the whole gallery. If you're in the market for a new VA to fall in love with, you've got to check out their youtube channel~!

@pycth: any pronouns

I dont have anything creative or profound to say here- all of pycth's designs are smoking hot and would render me selectively mute with a glance, 'nuff said. Highlights: How can I PICK? Ugh, hottest of the hot that comes to mind has got to be their President Moore art; like, this pose isn't FAIR. On the other end of the spectrum, if you want your heart kicked in the butt, I don't think any of us are over this Sam piece or ever will be.

@rainingcatsandjune: any pronouns

Another new artist who's only been here since April, and yet- I would die for his and his fine-ass, touchable Sam. Like, hell, render any man pretty like that, and I'll die for him. That's how pretty this art is. Highlights: Like, look at him. How does one do anything but look at him, especially in this pose? Again, look at him! Look at the hands. The soft, touchable glow and how it lights and shades his and Darlin's skin. The broad shoulders good god~

@sainthowlzon: they/he

You can't turn a corner on tumblr without seeing some of Howl's adorable Scribble Dolls or Icons! (Or any other social media actually. I feel like I've deffo seem some of Howl's icons on Tiktok too.) They're cute, they're iconic, and there's one for almost everyone! Highlights: Here's that full set of icons for your perusal; my personal favorite is Asset's. And here's the full set of Redacted Scribble Dolls; my favorite is Regulus, I think, because of his freaky vibes, but it's so hard to pick!

@sincerelywhistler: any pronouns

Like everyone with a working set of eyes and a beating heart, I am obsessed with all of Wes's designs; like, who wouldn't fall in love at first sight with all those beautiful and often shirtless people? Highlights: There's honestly too many to pick from, but I'll TRY. Their Gavin is an absolute must, I share it with the Discord on sight, he's that it girl if you will. Oh, and one cannot neglect Avior's HBS piece; I'm not even an Avior girlie, and I was like daaaaaamnnnnnnn~

@slushiepizza: they/them

Where would all the guy-lovers be without Slushie and their absolute cornucopia of Guy and Honey delights? Like, where else would we get our homemade, MacGyver'd serotonin? Highlights: The "Everyday" series is everything to me, and I mean everything; Guy has become too relatable and has struck me right in the heart. If you're not in a Guy mood, I'm also in love with their older, cozy Anton~!

@s0lairee: she/they

Jo's style is just so clean, so cute, and I really love it when they play with lighting in their pieces. Like, we are almost, almost there to making me stan Vincent if you're gonna drape him in moonlight like that... Highlights: ...thought, if I had to pick, I'd probably lean more towards Vincent's partner. They're rocking the red eyes, I love them! I'm also obsessed with their freckle-y, sweet Lasko, because who isn't?

@strawberrybouvine: he/they

The artistic equivalent of gourmet candy, I am absolutely obsessed with the gorgeous colors of Jasper's art and cannot get enough of the sweetness! Is this sugar running through my veins or unparalleled cuteness? Highlights: I'm not even a David stan but, like, jesus christ, the long hair and hairy chest makes me want to go feral. Don't even get me started on the cuteness of his chibi art, I really will start foaming at the mouth.

@theflowersaremine

I don't know exactly what medium Haylin uses or what colors or effects they use, but goddamn it makes those men so dreamy. I'm not even a Sam stan, but that's a smoochable man right out of Gilmore Girls /pos Highlights: Like, are you seeing the Gilmore Girls vision? That's a handsome man from a wholesome show geared for women- almost as handsome as this art of David. I see this smile in my dreams; it's so beautiful.

@venuslove-28: any pronouns

Venus's art is strawberry and vanilla soft serve injected straight into my heart; it's so familiar and cute, so charming, and I want to stim and bounce in excitement when I see it. Does that make sense? It'll make sense when you see it. Highlights: Personally, I have never and I will never stop thinking about this Huxley, I am simply not capable. Their Avior is also cuter than all get-out, I must admit.

@wingless-cupid

I don't think anyone does cute and colorful and pastel and kawaii quite like Cupid. You can't help but look and admire all the eye-catching colors and then want to hug their cheery, dynamic characters! Highlights: I'm highkey obsessed with their Freelancer and DAMNily and all their d(a)emons in general. Like, look at this! Minh is such a cutie and a simp, I love them! I'm also constantly thinking about this art in particular, because look at all these PRICELESS EXPRESSIONS!

@yoteako: he/it

Would you like stunning, high quality art and tragic, old man yaoi on your dash? That's a silly question; of course you do which is why we're going to follow and love on Yote. Highlights: See how beautiful, doomed, and intimate this multi-page comic is about two characters who've never canonically spoken? That's devotion. On the less forsaken side of the narrative, their Gavin/Lasko ship art is embedded into my heart.

If you’re reading all the way here, I hope you found the post helpful and smiled while making your way through it! Or both! The RedactedAudio fandom is truly one of my favorite spaces on the internet; it’s so intimate and creative, and I’ve found some amazing, perfect friends here, so I hope you will too 💖

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted

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otterloreart · 28 days

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MLP-Takara generations: a design experiment

Takara MLPs are considered generation 1 My Little Pony; the original ponies look like little horses and the takaras are obviously very different.

But the standard MLP toyline underwent a lot of changes throughout the years... so, if the takaras had been successful, what would their changes look like?

Generation 1 year 2+ takaras.

Year one MLP was only a few ponies with a single color of body + matching hair... just like the takaras. It was year 2 that they introduced unicorns. pegasus, and seaponies.

You all know I've already been concepting these so it's not surprising at all. As MLP g1 went on, they ended up doing more and more gimmicks throughout the 80s which would also be kind of fun to see the takaras do... (hint hint if you want me to draw those lmk which gimmicks are your favorites)

I also think they should bring in markings like the normal ponies but that could be part of the gimmicks. Maybe on their cheeks, or on their bellies like care bears?

In the later years og MLP also had a lot of variations on the normal pony body type, so maybe you could also see the takaras with that kind of variant, so that might be cute:

Moving on!

Generation 2

If you aren't big into early gen My Little Pony you might not know that generation 2 didn't do very well; it was a reboot of a beloved franchise, it was new, and different, and all that jazz:

Main differences between them and g1: first, you can see they have a very late G1-type body, which is why I pointed out the thinner pony in g1. Their face is less detailed and rounder, but they have a little more expression, very smiley.

Their ears have a more horse-y curled in shape, they have fur around their hooves (in g1 only the boy ponies had hoof floof), and they have a gem in their eye.

Also they had a lot more moving-leg gimmicks where you could push one part of their body and another would move (eg push tail -> bobs head)

So you may ask, how am I could to g2-ify the takaras? After all, they are already much rounder than the g1 ponies. Well, I'm not going to make them just *look like* the g2 ponies, although I'll borrow more elements.

Instead: I am going to take and exaggerate all of the differences that I listed above and see what we come up with.

So! Here is my idea for g2 takara pony. I feel like its the exact balance of very cute and something that would upset collectors familiar with the original takaras, just as g2 upset the g1 fans.

First off, she's thinner, the iconic takara nose is removed in favor of a sculpt with a smiling mouth, the legs are more horse shaped with fluff and human fingers to match the additional foot detail. a lot of people find the g2s a little "uncanny" so I feel like this works.

The sparkley eye gem and ear shape are just straight off the original g2s, just to have extra gimmick to it (also the og takaras basically had the g1 ears)

g2 came out in the late 90s so I like to imagine the pony eyes would be extra shoujo too

Finally, a ball jointed head for more flexibility. (yes the arm would be posed like that in the doll, because its a more dynamic pose, and we can also assume that the larger size allows the doll to have a joint with more flexibility)

g2 had pretty similar gimmicks to g1 but also had some light up ponies, so maybe the takaras could have some with that gimmick too

fun fact, g2 MLP was sold for a longer time in Europe and performed better there.

Generation 3

Generation 3 ponies are a pretty clear return to g1 MLP style, kinda scrapping most of the changes g2 made, other than proportionally thinning out the ponies a bit.

g3 ponies have very similar face sculpts with bigger eyes, nearly the same legs, and their heads just a bit bigger in proportion to their body

They do remind me a lot of the g1 Petite ponies, which were 1 inch sculptures that also had those proportionally bigger eyes and chunkier legs.

I have here included the g1 so you can see the slight changes better! I think the main difference would be the g3 takara would be a lot rounder, smoother, and cutesy-er. While the original has the hello-kitty simple cute look, the g3 version would definitely have like eyelashes and big eyes.

The only other thing to note about the body is some bigger ears, a generally rounder face, and round feet.

There weren't many gimmicks super /unique/ to g3 but one I wanted to highlight was the Breezies. G1 did have the flutter ponys, which were ponies with butterfly/dragonfly type wings, but the breezies are like their own little species AND they have antennae. While the flutter ponies were sort of graceful and thinner than the other ponies, the breezies are like little chibi-er ponies.

A little bit Littlest Pet Shop-core, since its the early 2000s too.

SPEAKING OF

Generation 4 Generation 3.5

Before there was gen4 there was a subset of Gen3 ponies with a different and unique style. They were basically an exaggerated version of the Breezies with even bigger feet and tinier snouts. They are also VERY littlest-pet-shop-core.

So, pretty straightforward changes

Just an even more chibi, kid-ish style pony. I think the g3.5 ponies were even meant to be kids. So this is just an even more child-friendly, littlest pet shop type horsey.

Generation 4

So, obviously generation 4 ushered in a whole new era of My Little Pony with its unique and bright artstyle, which did need to transfer over to the ponies

Personally, while I love g4 in a lot of ways im not a fan of the toys in the same way I am the other generations, their little noses have shrunk to specks, they're skinnier and more big-eyed than ever. Well, g3.5 was pretty big-eyed but at least those ones were like little kids.

This is such a drastic shift from g1/g3 and even g4, I would be unsure about the takaras.

So: eyes, bigger. Snout, so tiny and so smooth. Ears, bigger. Hooves are flatter and parts of the legs are just kinda featureless. a longer neck. They released a decent amount of ponies with plastic hair this gen, too.

I was struggling to come up with a doll for this one, but I finally realized I was doing it backwards. The thing that makes g4 stand out, I think, is the fact it was fundamentally designed opposite from g1. Lauren Faust, an animator, designed the ponies and the toys had to be designed around her art.

So the primary difference was considering what a tv show- a tv show concieved in the 2000s and airing in 2010s- and I did look into some kids properties from that time period as I was designing

I think these Strawberry shortcake dolls are really close to the concept I'd want for a early 2010s mirror of MLP g4. So basically these toys but more anthro.

I ended up making a 3D mockup so I'd be able to plan the different angles and keep them consistent.

The eyes are kind of far apart but I think thats true of the g4 pony toys as well. Again, because of the way the g4 show was stylized as animation, there was sort of cheating with the anatomy, especially on the face.

Generation 4.5

Gen 4.5 was a spinoff of gen4, just like gen3 had 3.5 where the ponies are more chibi. More big eyes with even bigger ears and a face like... a cats? instead of a horse. Hoof fluff again.

I think this nailed the style without being as much of an outright copy. The bendy arms with fingers seem so silly but also I think that matches the vibe/artstyle.

G4.5 don't look like horses to me really at all though, they're like cats with hooves. Out of all of them we've seen so far they're suffering the most from "predator eyes" where they've gone so far as to make their eyes just face forward.

Generation 5

Generation 5 premiered with a CGI movie, so the toys that would be released are fairly on model with their movie selves except for the fact their heads are smack dab in the middle of their neck which i find extremely unsettling and dislike

We've gone full "predator eyes" (no the predator eyes thing doesnt 100% biologically hold up but I find them freaky and I get to say it) AND full human eyebrows stenciled in like a makeup vlogger in the same color as the hair.

The ears are back to cup shaped (more horselike) but again the face is round with a little muzzle (more catlike). The hooves have really detailed feathering on the legs. Otherwise the body is mostly just structured like the g4 body (except a bit longer) just with more specific horse details.

These continued the trend of having a lot more articulated versions with moving legs as well. I think given that most dolls these days have articulated elbows and knees, it is reasonable to expect the takara g5 dolls would too.

Again, I made a 3D model so I could keep it consistent from various angles.

ta-daaaa heres my takara pony generations 1-5 lineup! Tell me which youuuuur favorite are. if you want.

#im sorry for how long this post is #long post #my little pony #takara pony #mlp gen 1 #mlp gen 2 #and so on #generation 1 #doll designs #sketches #i also wanted to do the clothes styles for each gen but this took so long already #and alternate gimmicks #would be fun to explore

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 8 months

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I AGREE WITH THAT ANON- MOTH COAT!

I saw the tags on that post and now wanna see FL reacting to us wearing Tartar’s coat. It’s only our head poking out and we’d be swallowed up in it if we tucked our head in. They look like tripping hazards too not gonna lie-

AND we could flutter the coat + shake the fluff on the collar and make it look like we’re mimicking his wings and neck floof! He’d be SO happy if he saw us trying to copy him! We are honorary moth to him :’3

MOTH COAT MOTH COAT MOTH COAT!!!!!!

alright alright consider: you wearing Childe's Harbinger coat, and then Foul Legacy wrapping his wings around us- you're going to be SO toasty and warm!! because he's taller than you even in human form you look very much like a puffball when you're wearing his coat, your head poking out amongst the soft fur collar, a cheeky grin on your face. Foul Legacy practically warbles when he sees you all bundled up, excitedly poking the coat here and there and snuggling his face against your cheek- you're like him now, all fluffy and cozy!!! he pulls you closer, claws sinking into the fabric of the coat, and wraps both his arms and wings around you, essentially caging you in a comfy moth embrace with a happy, rumbling purr

the most adorable thing ever is seeing you and Legacy stand next to each other, one wrapped in a pair of glittery wings and the other in a thick winter coat. sometimes you look up at Foul Legacy and shake the sides of the cloak to mimic how his wings flitter and twitch, drawing a delighted chirp from your beloved Abyssal moth as he flutters his sparkling wings in return. when he's bored he also bats at the dangling ornaments hanging from the coat, fascinated by how the light reflects off the metal and gems; or he snuggles into the collar, burying his face in the soft fluff the same way you nuzzle into his after a long day

you're debating if you should ask Childe for two more copies of his Harbinger cloak, one smaller and one larger

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the-three-last-brain-cells · 2 months

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Oh boy, you made a mistake in asking for character design headcanons. I will go insane if you don't stop me. I'm gonna make this be small text so the ask doesn't get too long.

First of all: Hair. Because not even the authors seem to be able to agree on that. I might send more asks on other topics, so beware.

Peter has the messiest hair. Partially because it's messy by nature (it's that sort of hair that just does not cooperate), partially because he's out surfing so much and the salt in the air at the ocean does things to your hair. Speaking from experience. I don’t really know how to describe it but it gets slightly wet from the air droplets and also firmer and more textured so it kinda stays wherever you brush it to? Kinda like hairspray or gel put kinda not? Anyway. I would love to say Peter has soft hair, but no. Not with how much saltwater it gets into contact with. Saltwater is not kind to your hair. Also, his hair is reddish-brown and moderately straight but probably gets a little wavier when met with ocean spray air (once again, speaking from experience). Probably outgrown haircuts from time to time.

Justus has somewhat floofy hair, but it's definitely not as floofy as Bob's. Our beloved Erster probably puts a bit of effort into how he looks but not too much. Definitely doesn't miss hairdresser appointments because he needs his hair to look organized because everything else just icks him. Black hair, maybe slightly to not-so-slightly wavy.

Bob, my beloved! Curly blonde hair and lots of floof. I imagine it's a moderately light blonde, in any case lighter than Jelena's. Takes to styling his hair from time to time but his hair doesn't listen, so he just starts wearing it naturally and absolutely rocking it. I can’t decide whether his or Justus's hair is softer but both are definitely soft. Also, not entirely hair-related headcanon BUT: Bob has tiny scars at the back of his head from his various concussions and if you run your fingers through his hair and look for them, you can feel them.

Skinny, in my head, is blonde, but his hair is bleached blonde and not naturally blonde. I imagine he probably plays around with hair dyes and so you can find leftover traces of those in his hair from time to time. Pretty messy hair but that's because he doesn't brush it. He thinks it's cool. The general vibe is: Tries so hard to look rebellious™ and cool that it ends up being not cool.

And finally (because I'm me and I can't help myself): Jelena. Jelena has straight, dirty blonde hair that goes until about her chest/just below her shoulder blades. She experimented with bangs/curtain bangs for a bit and they're growing out now, which looks a bit messy from time to time if she doesn't feel like pinning those stray hairs back. But otherwise, she takes good care of her hair. Very soft but not very shiny.

There we go, long ask over! Hope this is what you wanted...

EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED YES YES L, danke! Vor allem Peter's Salz-haar situation und Bob's Narben.... very very good

#die drei fragezeichen #asks

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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By the wayyy, if it’s not too stressy for you may I ask for some Albedo fluff?

But don’t you even DARE push yourself to do it if you don’t have enough time or energy >:(

The audacity of you to request something from me and then imply that I wouldn’t drop everything to comply! Unbelievable. Look at this picrew Luci. Look at how not amused she is. 😤 The audacity. The sheer GALL.

Anyways, here’s some Bedo floof for you my beloved.

Minimal Risks Taken (Pocket Albedo)

The Chief Alchemist had been busy. Ever since his research into otherworldly contact had been discovered by a certain bard, he’d been expected to work tirelessly on a way to make the impossible, well, possible.

Albedo was NOT happy.

Yes, he had been researching a way to reach out to the one who he’d been sensing, but it for his own interests. It was not for some public spectacle, and certainly not some sort of miracle to be praised! All this talk of ‘the creator’s appearance this’ and ‘the creator’s appearance that’ was driving him mad. There wasn’t even any conclusive evidence that the force he was trying to reach WAS the creator, but of course no one bothered to actually listen when he said so.

But Albedo wasn’t one to complain. Not aloud at least. He’d get even yes, but always in his own way. So when he finally made a breakthrough, he didn’t tell a soul. Not even the wind heard tell of his discovery. After a bit more testing, and much more problem solving than he had anticipated, he was done.

The alchemist took a deep breath, steeled himself, and reached out.

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You jumped in your seat slightly. The sound that had blared through the air was certainly unexpected. You reached for your phone, noting that the alert hadn’t been one of the custom ones you’d set up for friends and family.

A contact you’d never seen before sat on your screen, the text on the screen jumbled into nonsense. The only legible thing was the text message itself. And it was quite puzzling at that.

[Can you see me?]

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The rest of the day was a blur, disbelief fueling your adrenaline, but eventually it sunk in that this was, well, not in fact you losing your mind. The proof was right there on your phone’s screen.

[Good morning. Did you sleep well?]

You smiled slightly at the screen, which displayed a pop up message, although there was one thing that was out of the ordinary as well. A chibi characiture of a familiar platinum blonde with brilliant teal eyes was on the center of the screen.

“I slept well. I guess I was pretty wiped out after all the excitement yesterday.”

The chibi of the alchemist blushes a tiny bit and rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

[Sorry about that [Name]. It was never my intention to frighten you, honestly.]

“Hahahah, it’s fine ‘Bedo, I know that. I was just a teeny bit spooked was all.”

A relieved expression crossed the small Albedo’s face at your reassurance. A part of you still struggled to believe that the character that you’d been so fascinated with was not just real, but actually talking to you. It would’ve sounded insane if not for the fact that it’s happening right in front of you.

[Oh, according to your reminders, you have an exam tomorrow, correct?]

“Oh crap! I forgot about that! I haven’t studied at all! Oh no I’m so going to fail it!”

[I can help you study if you’d like [Name]. Though I can’t promise my expertise will be of much use in your classes…]

“Really? You’d do that? But, wait, aren’t you busy? With you know… Knight stuff? Or Chief Alchemist stuff?”

[Fortunately not, everything has been handled previously. I ensured my schedule was clear in case I was successful in establishing this link to your world.]

“I see. Well if you’re certain you don’t mind…”

You passed that test with flying colors by the way.

Must be the help of your newest study buddy.

#pocket Bedo go brrrr #he’s friend shaped #and fun sized #luci answers #anon ask #luci writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin sagau #moots #mutuals #sagau #sagau albedo #albedo genshin impact #albedo x reader #dunno why im here either

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darthstitch · 2 years

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Meowpheus, my beloved.

Dream sometimes likes to run around in his other persona (fursona pffthahahaha) as the King of Cats.

He likes to think he doesn't attract that much attention as a feline.

Nobody tells him he's just as attention-grabbing as a huge magnificent Danger Floof.

Sometimes, he forgets he's NOT a cat at the moment and just plops down into Hob's lap with a sigh and a contented purr. He also nuzzles his dearest's neck for good measure, absently making biscuits on Hob's shirt.

Hob, of course, very sensibly carries his Dream off for some private cuddle time.

*** HOW DID U GET OUTTA THE PLOT BUNNY CORRAL YOU -- COME BACK HERE!!! ***

#dreamling #meowpheus #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream of the endless | morpheus #meowpheus my beloved #i crack what i want #shhh nobody tell neil #sometimes dream forgets how to human

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kierewrites · 2 years

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What Would Karma Do... during your first assembly?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: are we still friends?

Summary: Remember the beloved Assasination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: None really this a pretty tame chapter, some floof of course

Once you accepted the fact that you would be placed in the lowest ranking class of your grade, you also accepted with a bit of relief that your classes would be much easier too.

Little did you know just a month ago that this would not be the case. Beyond the fact that you were actively training to kill your monster of a teacher, he also was teaching you all like his legitimate students. Even with such a large class, his speed alone allowed him to give attention to each and every one of you.

Technically it was a blessing, especially since you got more attention with the subjects you struggled on, but in reality it was exhausting. You typically left class stumbling out like a mindless zombie, your brain hurting from the learning overload and the constant stress of weapons being thrown around at your strange teacher.

Today was no different as you slugged out of the building with your classmates, not even realizing where you were leaving at midday or why. It wasn’t until one of your fellow students spoke up that you realized what was happening.

“Going from one monster to another,” Nakamura spoke with a huff as you all stood before the steep hill, “I hate assemblies.”

Once you processed his words you tilted your head a bit in confusion. Before you could ask, Kayano seemed to notice your curious expression as she giggled to you.

"Every month we have to attend a school wide assembly that informs the classes on what events are going on and about mid finals."

Your head nodded in understanding, the assembly reminding you of what your old school used to do as well. Now your only concern was on why everyone seemed to dread it so much.

"That doesn't sound so bad, boring at most." You said while scratching the back of your head, "What's so bad about it?"

"T’ch yeah, it's not bad for the other classes." Terasaka growled, everyone seeming to share the same annoyed expression.

"The assembly for us is really every other class getting to gang up on Class E for fun," Maehara grumbled, Okajima letting out a pout as he glared down the hill, "Plus we have to walk through hell to get there and they only give us ten minutes!"

Your mouth was in an O shape at all of the complaints, not realizing how bad this event truly was, nor how much your classmates despised it.

"I know it's a bit of a drag but we need to make our way down. It’ll be best to arrive on time." Karasuma said sternly, everyone glowering at his comment before making their way down the hill.

Frowning at your classmates' solemn mood, you began to follow behind them until you felt a firm hand on your shoulder, causing you to stumble back a bit. Lifting your head up noticed Karma watching your class leave with a calm smile.

"You don't think we're actually going to that crap show, right?"

Blinking in surprise you turned around to fully look at him, "Skip assembly? Karma we would get in so much trouble, you're not serious right?"

Karma simply clicked his tongue, his golden eyes landing on your own with mild annoyance.

"Please, nobody really cares about that thing anyway. We both got the grades to skip it so why even bother."

Letting out a sigh you thought about it; very few people probably would notice your absence, especially being in the lowest class. And you did have pretty good grades, what could they possibly do? But then again, you knew your parents were hoping you would move up to the higher ranking classes. Would this ruin your chances?

The redhead seemed to notice your uncertainty, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks from the action.

"Plus if we skip we can have some alone time together.”

The feeling of his warm breath tickling your ear made you shiver, even in the harsh fall sun. You knew the devilish redhead was smart, pushing all the right buttons to make you want to stay, but the more your rational thoughts swarmed around your brain you just knew you couldn’t skip.

"Karma…" You whined, the sound making him smirk until you snaked out of his hold, “You just got back from a suspension, and I just got accepted into this school.”

Karma’s eyes narrowed into annoyed slits at your bullet proof resolve, his eyes already rolling as you continued.

“I don't want to taint my record, and you shouldn't taint your record any further,” You spoke with a stubborn glare of your own before snatching his hand, “So let’s go.”

Your sudden wave of defiance had Karma’s eyes widen a bit, forgetting that you were actively forcing him down the hill not too far behind your classmates. While part of him felt a surge of pride seeing you so determined, he also felt frustrated that you were bossing him around.

"Oh I'll taint that stupid little record, just you wait." Karma grumbled under his breath as he shoved his free hand in his pocket. You simply giggled, flashing him one of your stupid breath taking smiles as you dragged him along with your friends down the death trap of a hill.

Somehow, and you really weren't sure how, going down that hill was much worse than going up.

After nearly breaking your ankle five different times, your class finally made it to the official campus grounds, the building shining in all its glory.

"That... sincerely sucked." Okajima groaned, his body still covered in dirt and marks from the snakes that tried to attack him.

You were sprawled out on the concrete not too far away from him, your arm covering your eyes as you gasped for air.

"I ran t..track for... for three years..." You spoke in between drawn out pants, "And I've never been more exhausted... i..in my life."

The sound of Karma sneering caused you to temporarily move your arm and glare at him, to which you only received a smirk from him before you covered your face once more from the blinding sun.

"Well at least we're not late," Isogai said, he was one of the few people that wasn’t collapsed on the ground, "Hurry up people, we gotta get in line before they start!"

You along with your classmates groaned at the sound, some started to get up but you just physically couldn't. Honestly you probably would have laid there all night if it weren’t for the annoying shoe poking at your side.

"C'mon miss perfect record, it's assembly time," Karma hummed in a heavily sarcastic tone which earned his shoe a smack as you sat up with a groan.

You half expected him to be smirking at your pathetic whines, but when you moved your arm from your eyes you saw him genuinely smiling at you. As if he admired seeing you in such a state.

Lazily you lifted your hand into his own that he offered out to you, smacking your dry lips together as you looked into his smug golden eyes, “I think if I get up Karma… I’m going to pass out.”

Karma simply rolled his eyes at your theatrics, gripping tightly around your hand before yanking up causing you to fly up into the air with a yelp before crashing slightly into his chest. You still had no idea where his brutish strength came from.

“Your strength is as impressive as it is scary.” You whispered to him with amazed eyes, his smile growing into a grin as he chuckled down to you before leading you towards the back of your class’ line.

All seemed to be going fine until more students from the other levels began to file into the gym. Your classmates weren’t talking lightly when they said the other classes despised you, the amount of glares and whispers thrown in the direction of your class had you speechless.

A few girls in particular made sure to sneer in your direction, the sight making you tense up as you furrowed your brows. Karma took note of your sudden change in body language, his eyes following where you were staring.

He immediately recognized the girls from his previous class, sure they were only sneering at you out of jealousy or self-consciousness. Regardless, your clenched fists showed you weren’t comfortable with it, resulting in Karma sending them a sharp glare causing them to quickly whip their heads away.

“They’re just a bunch of snobby assholes,” Karma muttered to you, your head whipping back not even realizing his eyes were on you until he moved you gently over to where he was standing so that you were closest to the gym walls rather than the rest of the students.

The gentle squeeze he left on your shoulder in the process made you smile softly, noticing how he avoided your gaze when his cheeks dusted a soft pink. Though he was still borderline sadistic, his softer side always shined through with you.

"Heyyy, Nagisa." A voice shouted, the sound catching most of your class' attention as you looked to see two males looking at your classmate, "Wow look at you guys, I'm surprised you made it! Must have been a heck of a trek rolling down the mountain."

As the two walked away in a fit of laughter you felt your fists clench at your side, your lips pinching together as your glare followed the two snobs away.

Karma could already see the gears in your head spinning as your face grew red, most likely from anger. As much as he loved to see you all flustered and fired up, he also knew whatever was going to haphazardly come out of your mouth wasn’t going to be good.

“Y/n.” Karma growled lowly, your frustrated eyes flicking to his own only to freeze in shock upon seeing his stern expression. You knew the anger wasn’t directed towards you, but you also knew it was a warning.

Letting out a sigh you nodded, folding your arms to yourself and deciding to glance out the windows of the gym before you got any angrier.

After a few words from a bunch of the school's authoritative figures, you felt yourself starting to get a bit more comfortable. At least the professors held themselves to higher standards.

That is, until the dean came out.

"I am proud to be your dean! But... don't get too comfortable," The dean spoke, his eyes falling on your class, "Let E Class remind us of the perils of that."

Soon the entire gym was in an uproar of laughter, it made you genuinely sick to your stomach. How could this possibly be allowed? No wonder your classmates were so uncomfortable around the other classes, no wonder those girls glared at you. It was nothing personal, it was just the status quo.

For the remaining time of the assembly the other classes pretty much found more ways to make fun of your class, until Korosensei showed up in his version of a disguise. You weren't complaining though, as he helped your class gain a bit more confidence and properly explained the schedules to your class unlike the actual leaders of your academy.

Though it all ended fairly well, you still couldn’t shake that terrible pit in your stomach.

"Korosensei really swooped in and saved us, huh?" Nagisa said as you and Karma followed him to the beverage machine, deciding to grab a quick drink before catching up with your classmates.

Walking in between the two boys you nodded your head in agreement, but your brows were furrowed in deep thought.

“I knew the E Class was looked down upon, but that was just sad,” You said with a frown as you clenched your fists, “And we can’t even retaliate, or we get in trouble!”

Nagisa and Karma seemed to be amused the more you got fired up, your sudden realization of the corrupt school not being anything new to them unfortunately.

“Told you we should’ve skipped, but somebody cared too much about their record.”

Karma’s smug tone had your eye twitch as you whipped your head to his already smirking face. Puffing your cheeks out in annoyance you pointed an accusing finger at him as he stuck his tongue out at you, “If you mention my record one more time Akabane…”

Nagisa simply listened to both of your bickering with a half-hearted smile, you two were made for each other in the most opposite way possible.

All he could really do is laugh and dare not to step in between you two as he placed his coins in the machine to get his drink. While cautiously listening in on your argument, he hadn’t even noticed the two boys that walked up to Nagisa until they called out his name, aggression evident in their tone.

"You proud of yourselves? Acting like you're having the time of your lives?" One boy spoke, you and Karma moving behind Nagisa with confused expressions, "You bums ever heard of respect? If I was in E Class I would keep my head down and mouth shut."

"Yeah and I sure as hell wouldn't have a reason to laugh!"

Your fists clenched at your side, you have had enough of the verbal abuse of these people. At this point they were just attacking you unprovoked.

Just as you were about to move forward and speak up, you felt Karma's hand hold your wrist in a vice grip. You quickly looked up to him in confusion but stopped when you saw a menacing snarl biting at his lips.

"Hey, watch it with that look. I'm warning ya."

Suddenly your tightened fists stiffened in Karma's grasp, realization washing over you.

Were these guys really about to attack Nagisa? You knew they were verbally abusive, but physically? Based on their words, you assumed they were all talk with no bite, but with the way they defensively stood you were nervous that wouldn’t be the case.

Karma felt your tense body loosen, relief washing over him until he felt you shift behind him, hand holding his side in a vice grip. He never really thought about the fact that you’ve probably never experienced a real fight before.

Though he didn’t know what your life was like prior to moving here, he could pick up enough from the first day that you were no skilled fighter. Maybe a bit stubborn, but your tongue did all the fighting.

The last thing the redhead wanted was for any attention to fall on you, but he also knew you needed to escape the situation somehow. Nudging Nagisa, the blue haired boy spared a quick glance to Karma, not wanting to look away from the two boys before them. Karma’s eyes pointed to your nervous form behind him, Nagisa nodding in understanding as he stepped forward to distract the two brutes.

You seemed oblivious to the interaction, which is exactly what Karma was going for. Turning towards you Karma held both your hands in his own before lifting your chin up to face him.

“Why don’t you go wait for us by the pillar over there angel face, we’ll handle this.”

Glancing into Karma’s eyes you looked for any hesitancy in them before attempting to spare another glance at the two brutes, worried with what the outcome of “handling it” could be.

Karma was quick to redirect your gaze to him so you didn’t accidentally make eye contact with the two boys, “We’ll handle it Y/n, now go.”

Biting your lip nervously you nodded your head, not sure whether to feel relieved or worried when he flashed you a genuine smile before turning back to his new little friends once he confirmed you were walking away.

That pit that you felt in your stomach earlier only grew as you shuffled into the shade of the pillar, your back leaning against it with a sigh as you forced yourself not to look in their direction again.

In some aspects you felt weak for not being able to stand up to a fight, but at the same time you knew it was most likely because you’ve never had to fight. Maybe it was just the privilege of the schools you had attended years prior, but bullying just seemed like something corny people would add to movies to make them exciting.

You rarely ever had to see your classmates bicker, let alone physically fight one another.

Regardless, you were clearly going to have to learn one way or another. It was still your first few weeks here and you were made painfully clear that your class was not welcomed. On top of that, part of your grades was to murder a large yellow creature.

You just needed to suck it up, and start learning now.

Gritting your teeth you clenched your fists once again, the fire swarming back up in your chest ready to defend your friends no matter the cost until a large force stopped your path, your face slamming right into what felt like a wall.

Whipping your head up, your eyes widened when you saw the familiar violet eyes pierce into your own. Initially they were filled with disgust, but soon after they explored your face they softened into a look of curiosity.

“You’re Y/n L/n, am I correct?”

The sound of your name off his lips sent chills down your spine, your mind self destructing as you broke down the sight of him further in your head.

The boy had a sort of coralish orange hair with intense purple eyes. You weren't sure what about him creeped you out most: the fact that he looked strikingly like Karma, or the fact that you knew without question that this was the principal's son.

"Well?"

The sound of his impatient voice broke you from your deep thoughts, your flashes fluttering in embarrassment before you nodded quickly, a smile forcing itself along your lips.

“Yes, sorry! That’s me, I’m Y/n.” You spoke as smoothly as possible, your eyes giving him one last rundown before raising a brow, “Do I.. know you from somewhere?”

The boy slowly looked your body up and down, the unabashed way he checked you out made you want to hide behind the stone pillar. This guy seemed to be as blunt as they came, his aura reminding you of his father's unwelcoming personality.

"If it wasn't clear I'm the chairman's son, you may refer to me as Asano," The boy spoke calmly, he made an effort to bow before you before looking back to you with an unimpressed expression, "I heard about you from my father, you just transferred from out of the country, yes?”

Swallowing thickly you nodded your head, glancing back to see if your friends were still behind you and sure enough Karma was already looking back at you, his eyes in narrow slits as he seemed to be glaring at the boy before you.

"Yes I just moved a few weeks ago! I am starting to feel much more welcome around here though."

It wasn't long before Nagisa and Karma were at your side, the two boys who were bothering Nagisa immediately moved behind Asano, their faces bright red of what looked to be embarrassment. What did Karma and Nagisa say to them?

Asano acknowledged the two boys beside you, his violet eyes narrowing specifically to the redhead beside you before he glanced back down to your own figure.

"Well based on your previous and current academic achievements, perhaps I may see you in the A Class soon enough Miss Y/n," Asano spoke, your eyes widening at this.

The A Class, so soon? Your parents would be ecstatic, sure, but were you ready for that? Honestly, the sound of it almost made you queasy.

You couldn't ponder over the idea too much as you felt Karma's warm hand enlace with your own, your head whipping to his own only to see his golden eyes still intensely focused on Asano’s.

The orange haired boy seemed shocked by the sudden movement of Karma’s hand, but the moment he saw your fingers enlace back with his own his lips formed into a scowl.

"I look forward to seeing your performance for the midterms. Hopefully I will see a new seat added to my room after the holidays," Asano said, motioning his head for his friends to start moving towards the building, "I'm sure you're eager to get out of that dump of a classroom you're currently in."

Both you and Karma gripped each other's hands tighter at this, your teeth gritting slightly at his comment while you watched them saunter back into their castle of a building.

All you could do was stand there in shock. Who was this Asano guy? Why did he have such an effect on Karma, or let alone you? And how come you went from maybe moving up a level to the very top in just a few months? After seeing the other classes today, you wanted nothing to do with those other classes. Class E is where you belong, no questions asked. All you had to do was convince your parents that this would be best for you as well.

"So that's what assembly is like... wow." You spoke softly, breaking the silence as the three of you made your way back up the hill.

You weren't quite sure what had happened with those two boys but Nagisa and Karma didn't seem too bothered until Asano showed up, for now you figured you would question that in the future.

"Unfortunately, you get used to it after a while."

A small hum came from your lips, your hair whipping behind you in the fall breeze as you continued to trudge up the mountain.

More silence came amongst the three of you, the elephant in the room refusing to be addressed until Karma finally couldn't take it anymore. He hated when things ate at him, he would rather just let it out.

"Are you going to move to A Class?"

Pausing in your steps you glanced over to Karma, his eyes trained on the ground as his teeth seemed to be grit together.

"H..Huh?"

"I asked, are you going to move to A Class?" Karma hissed, his golden eyes flicking up to your own.

For the first time in the past few days you've been with Karma, you saw a new emotion in his eyes...

Jealousy.

You didn't know the boy was even capable of feeling jealous or insecure, but here he was being vulnerable because he couldn't hold in his own feelings.

But how could he help it? You were unlike anyone he had ever met.

You were cheeky and easy going, while also tenacious and determined. For some reason you weren't intimidated by his abrasive personality or many other people, but at the same time you had a certain innocence about you that he wanted to protect. The urge to claim you as his own and protect you at all costs had grown stronger and stronger in him recently, and after seeing Asano confront you today it had only confirmed his feelings for you.

"Honestly, no." You replied simply, both boys looking back to you with shocked expressions. Your response was so blunt and simple, especially on something that was so important, "Admittedly my plan was to move up, after all that's what my parent's goal was for me... but after spending time with this class and meeting all my new friends, and..."

Biting at your lip you felt a soft blush dust across your cheeks before looking up to Karma with a warm smile, "And meeting you..."

Karma's eyes widened at this before his expression softened, a smile reaching his lips as you played with your delicate fingers.

"There's no way I could leave you guys behind. I've already learned so much this year and I've only been here for a few weeks. I don't know how I'll convince my parents, but I know without question that I belong in Class E. Nothing will change that."

Nagisa smiled down to you, both boys sharing a proud smile. Before you could speak up again Karma had already swooped you into his arms, swinging you around gently which caused you to laugh softly before he lowered you back down and kept you in his embrace.

You inhaled his strong scent before letting out a relieved sigh, pulling away slightly before looking to Nagisa with a grin, "Besides, I would never want to be classified as one of those Grade A snobs. I have much cooler friends up here."

"We think you're pretty cool too, Y/n." Nagisa said with a smile, turning back to walk up the hill as you and Karma followed beside him, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his torso.

"The coolest." Karma said softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead which caused your face to swell with red, except this time you didn't feel embarrassed.

You felt like you were home.

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#karma akabane #karma #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #karma akabane x you #karma x you #kunugigaoka #x reader #x you #E Class slander sorry ya'll #soft #sfw #long fic

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valeriesilverhand · 4 months

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Ty @zinkleberg for tag <3.

Tagging @miss--river and @genocidalfetus

NIGHT CITY N54 INTERVIEW

Name?

V, just V. Only somebody who knows me real well gets to call me Valerie.

Nicknames?

Panam calls me, Dust Bunny, Dust Buns… or most affectionately, Beast… Ah Sisterly love…don't ask.

And of course, Johnny has a long list of em now - Gonkbrain, Chonk (since I eat more than he can) Merc, Floofy, Floof and on those rare occasions when he's in his feelings; Baby Doll, Love, Mrs. Silverhand, and of course; Princess.

Gender?

Female

Star sign?

October 12th, Libra. A direct quote from my friend Misty,

“You are romantic, imaginative, and focused, and you often brainstorm ideas that will make you successful in life. It is a month of energy, friendship, and affection. As a result of this number, you are logical, realistic, and sensible.”

She forgot, “funny AF,” and “one hell of good shot.” ;-)

Height?

5’10” flat footed, but with heels I'm through the god damn roof.

Orientation?

Engram rockerboys….

Nationality?

NUSA. American. Born and raised in that California desert.

Favourite fruit?

Fruit? As in the stuff that synth paste is supposed to taste like? I like the watermelon flavor best? Wonder what actual watermelons were like…

Favourite season?

I'd grew up constantly sweaty in tank tops and cut offs… So now I prefer any day I can wear a leather jacket. Bring on the rain.

Favourite flower?

I'd rather Johnny bring home pizza than flowers… can that be my answer?

Favourite scent?

Leather, smoke, mezcal or good tequila… oh no…

Coffee or tea?

Japanese tea. I do like coffee but I have a weak heart… among other things these days.

Average hours of sleep?

Shit. I have no average. I'm a bit of a binge sleeper… I'll go without much for days and days and then crash for an obscene number of hours.

Dog or cat person?

Grew up with a stray that wandered into our nomad camp. He was my beloved best friend. Dogs are now a rare commodity in NC, only the richest can afford the fees. Maybe one day though, I'll make it big enough that I can have a dog again.

Dream trip?

I'd love to swim in clean clear water that isn't contaminated. I've seen photos of a few tropical places that are still preserved… Yeah, I’d like to see that.

Favourite fictional character?

Just one? I have so many. I'm big retro film buff - love the real old classics my grandparents were into. Some favs of are, Foxy Brown, Ellen Ripley, Tank Girl (Rebecca), Leeloo, Beatrix Kiddo, Imperator Furiosa, and Sarah Conner (my choom, Vian turned me on to her!)

Number of blankets you sleep with?

⅓ of one because Johnny is fuckin blanket hog.

Random fact?

Have some informal ballet training passed down from my mother who learned from her grandmother who danced professionally and toured around the country. I like to think the skill keeps me light on my feet and flexible - but Johnny says it makes me look too dainty with a gun. 😡

(pic credit: Nico | Aquelyras)

#cyberpunk 2077 #valerie silverhand #silverv #female v #5 facts about your oc #cyberpunk 2077 oc #my oc stuff #ocs #original character #virtual photography #valeriesilverhand #v x johnny #cyberpunk2077

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jaysficarchive · 7 months

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The Picture of Monochrome

Chapter 1: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Description: Mona Lisa Beauvais's path was once filled with color and stardom, but after the death of her husband, it's left in only black and white. But from the depths of despair, a villain is born: Monochrome.

Rating: M+

Warning(s): Swearing, death, murder, violence

Taglist: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy @elflynns-horde-of-stuff

The room was immersed in laughter and chatter while servants went around serving guests complimentary food and sparkling drinks. Jazz and classical musicians and entertainers wowed the audience gathered around them with dancers winking and blowing kisses at some of the well dressed men in suits.

It was a golden celebration for a massive legal victory of one Francis Beauvais, planned by his beloved wife Mona Lisa. Anybody who was someone was invited to the event--all except Francis's own family, of course.

Though she doubted they'd come even if she invited them. The Beauvais family made their hatred of her very clear from the moment they saw them together.

Don't think about them, Mona, she reminded herself. She looked out at those in attendance from the foyer. Some were her friends from college, others were those she made in Hollywood. There were also friends and fraternity brothers of attorney Beauvais. All were honored and welcomed, of course. Mona had the honor of calling them friends of hers as well.

She immediately recognized her old classmate Professor Bahira Haziz and her husband Jamil. But they didn't look happy to be around or even with one another, just as they'd been years ago. Taking it as a sign of their impending divorce, she said a silent prayer that their children would be okay.

When a pair of familiar golden brown hands went on her waist, Mona didn't flinch or falter. Instead, she embraced the warmth of the man they belonged to: Francis.

His beard was trimmed down just enough to not create stubble and his mustache was as thick and full as ever. His dark brown eyes gleamed with love and excitement.

"Congratulations, mon amour!" Mona beamed. Her hands were intertwined with his. "This was your biggest case yet and you won!"

Francis charmed her with his own smile. "This is a party that'd make my mom jealous. You've truly outdone yourself, Mo."

"Now, Francis," Mona bashfully flustered as she looked away. Hearing her husband's chuckle made her heart soar. "You know this party is for you, mon amour. It's time for you to celebrate the labors of your hard work."

Taking her hand, Francis led Mona to the dancefloor and took her in his arms. With a gentle but firm hand on her waist, they swayed to the music. Seeing Mona's beautiful smile and grayish green eyes illuminate lit up his world.

"Thank you for this gift, Mona Lisa Beauvais." Francis kissed her lips with a tender passion. Mona happily returned and accepted the favor--setting fireworks off between them. "I promise to repay you in full."

"You don't have to, mon amour."

"But I must. It wouldn't be fair to you or me."

She was then dipped down, allowing her to see the approving, though upside-down, faces of her friends--including Bahira. When she came back up, she sighed in defeat.

"Oke, ou genyen." Mona said in her Creole accent.

Hearing her speak the tongue brought a victorious smile to Francis's face. He, much like Mona herself, was Haitian. His several great-grandparents came from the island to Gotham in search of a better life. Mona's mother came for the same. Their shared heritage made their love stronger.

"Mèsi, cheri."

Hours after the party, Mona sighed in content as she relaxed in a warm bath together. Rose petals rested on top of soapy bubbles and beeswax candles surrounded the tub. Tonight felt like she died and gone to heaven.

"Mother, you know why you weren't invited to the party," Francis said from their bedroom.

Mona reared her head around the corner to see him holding the phone to his ear. Apparently, Helene Beauvais, Francis's mother, had some feelings about not being invited to the celebration. Not that Mona cared. She'd invite the Devil before she ever invited Helene.

"If you and Father had been invited, you two would've berated Mona all night. I'm not standing for that," Francis paced around the room. "And I don't care about running for District Attorney! You know this!"

Poor Francis, she thought as she laid back in the tub. Ever since Francis became a lawyer, his family had been pushing him to run for District Attorney, especially when Harvey Dent was campaigning. But that wasn't what he wanted.

Francis became a lawyer to make a difference and help those in need. He wasn't a glory hunter like his father Felix, another person Mona had the pleasure of not inviting.

After the bath, Mona joined her husband. She gave him a hug to help him relieve his frustrations. At times, she really wanted to let Helene and Felix have it for how they treated them.

"Why do they have to be so frustrating?" Francis asked. "It's like nothing I do or say will satisfy them."

"Sometimes you can't reason with people like them, amour," Mona mused. "But you don't need them. You just do you."

Francis nodded. He felt comfort in her words. "Thanks, Mona. Let's just focus on us and these plans for the future. I think we're at a comfortable point to start a family."

Discussions of children happened long before they got married. Both Francis and Mona agreed to wait until they were at a good point in their lives to have children, especially with how often Mona would travel for concerts and performances.

The time was now.

"Oui. I'd love to be able to paint pictures of us as a family."

Francis rubbed her stomach. He always wanted to be a father, and felt no shame in becoming a parent in his thirties. His grandparents did the same thing. "What do you think our child's name would be?"

With a coy smile on her face, Mona answered, "Mabelle Josephine Beauvais."

In seconds, Francis riddled her face with kisses, making Mona laugh. "Mona Lisa Beauvais, you are truly my soulmate!"

Mabelle was the name of Francis's grandmother and Felix's mother while Josephine was the name of his great-grandmother. Them and their husbands were the only Beauvais who were nice to Mona.

Josephine was a lover of art, and was elated when she learned Mona was an artist. She gave her hope in a city where others in her fields weren't the key players. When Mona got her first art exhibit, Josephine was there front and center.

Though it's been years since she passed, Mona could feel Josephine's presence in the beautiful art sets she bought her.

As for Mabelle, she was another ally in her corner. Similar to herself, Mabelle came from a normal family (or a lowborn as Helene would call both of them) and made her fortune as a costume designer. Josephine welcomed Mabelle with open arms and Mabelle did the same with Mona.

How she mothered someone like Felix was a mystery.

"What if our child were a boy?" Mona looked up at Francis for his answer. "What would his name be?"

"Rohan Chirstophe Beauvais." Francis answered. He chuckled loudly as Mona showered him in her own kisses. Rohan from her late father Rohan Upton and Christophe from his grandfather.

Wrapping their arms around each other, Mona and Francis kissed again--only with more passion. His lips traveled from hers to her neck and collarbone, making Mona heat up with lust. It didn't take long for their relaxing night to turn into a passion filled afterparty.

A Week Later...

"Francis, I'm going to run some errands!"

Mona stood at the door to Beavauis and Associates, her husband's law firm. After receiving a reply from Francis, she left the building and got in the awaiting car.

A happy smile was on her face as today was a special day. Even though it was still early in the morning and people were about to make their way to work, she found joy in today.

"Where to, madame?" The driver asked.

"Home. I have to pick up something." Mona sat back and looked out the window at the city. Gotham wasn't as glamorous as other cities she'd been to, but it was her home and where she had some of the best times of her life.

She was thankful for the 30 minute commute from the firm to their house. It was in a nicer part of the city where a lot of the wealthy Black residents lived. Her house sat atop a small hill, but that didn't bother her. If anything, it gave her an amazing view of their neighborhood and allowed her to watch the sunrise.

Once at home, she walked inside and called for her maid.

"Salome! Salome!"

Then, a young woman came rushing out from the living room. Her hair was pressed into finger waves and her skin was a copper brown.

"Yes, Mrs. Beauvais?"

"Can you go get it for me, please?" No matter who she was talking to, Mona always used her manners. Her generosity towards the servants made the haughty side eye her.

Knowing what she meant, Salome wordlessly nodded and rushed down the hall to Mona's studio. Within minutes, she returned with a wrapped portrait.

"Thank you, Salome."

Francis hummed to himself as he wiped down his desk. Even accomplished lawyers like himself had to keep their office clean. Unbeknownst to him, he had an unexpected visitor on their way to his office.

Holding up the picture of him and Mona on their wedding day, a smile came to his face as he wiped it with the towel in his hand. Knowing the paperwork would be heavy, he placed the photo on the shelf behind his desk.

His visitor drew a gun from his coat and pointed it at the distracted Beauvais.

Mona's heart pounded with delight, anticipation, and anxiety on the way back to the law firm. She'd been waiting since yesterday to deliver the news to Francis and now she was finally going to do it.

Her joy turned to concern when she saw red and blue police lights around the area where the firm was. What kind of activity was going on this early in the morning, especially in a city like Gotham.

Did something happen?

Mona's answer came in the form of police cars and ambulances in front of Beauvais and Associates. Fearing the worse, Mona jumped out the car, not hearing her driver yelling her name.

"Francis! Francis!"

A GPD grabbed her, stopping her from going inside. "You can't go in there, ma'am."

"Let me go! My husband's in there! Francis!" Mona managed to wrestle free from the officer's grasp and run into the building. She made a beeline for her husband's office. "Francis!"

When she got there, her heart sank. Officers were taking pictures or examining the crime scene. Blood stained the walls and shelves, followed by bullet holes. But that wasn't what Mona was focused on.

Francis--her prince, her champion, her soulmate-- laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His suit filled with the remains of bullets and stained with his blood. What...what happened? He'd been fine when Mona left... Surely this was a nightmare and when she woke up, Francis would be by her side to comfort her.

"Are you Mrs. Beauvais?"

Mona said nothing. She walked over to her husband's corpse, hand outreached. She wanted to touch him, to let him know this wasn't funny and that her feelings were hurt.

But she never got that. Instead, two paramedics placed Francis in a blue bodybag then put him on a stretcher. No! Give him back! Mona screamed in her head. Out her mouth, nothing.

"Ma'am, are you Mrs. Beauvais?" The voice asked again. It belonged to Commissioner Gordon.

"Yes..." She didn't even realize tears came down her face until she felt one fall on her sleeve. "Yes, I am."

"You dropped this."

It was the surprise. The surprise meant for Francis.

Reality crashed down on Mona and let out a horrified scream that this wasn't a bad dream or a nightmare. Mona couldn't feel her knees hit the ground or see the vomit she'd let out, only the despair of living death hanging over her.

Francis Beauvais was dead.

The bells of the church rang as floods of people in black stood outside its doors. Inside, friends and family shed tears and mourned over the loss.

Mona had gone numb from days and nights of crying. Face swollen and eyes red, she walked up to the casket. Inside laid her beloved dressed in her personal favorite suit of his. There was no joy to be found in this, only sorrow. She placed her hand over his and gripped it softly.

"Orevwa, mon amour," she whispered. Through tears, she planted a soft kiss on Francis's cold lips. "Nou pral rankontre ankò yon jou."

Mona walked towards the warm embraces of Mabelle and Christophe, who were in the same condition as her. When news of their grandsons death reached them, their world shattered.

"It's a tragedy, cheri. Why must this city take all the good men who want to make change?" Christophe lamented. "I fear Gotham has become a lawless city."

Mabelle held Mona close. It brought the widow some comfort to have someone to salve her hurt. "If you need anything, Mona Lisa, please let me or Christophe know."

Mona nodded and followed the funeral procession towards the church doors. Several of the fraternity brothers carried Francis's corpse with the distraught Helene and Felix as their leaders.

Ushered forward by one of the hands, she joined them at the front. She didn't even care for the covertly nasty looks they gave her for daring to stand by them. All she thought about was Francis.

According to the police, the crime scene was likely a mob hit, symbolized by the dollar bill left on his desk. But that didn't feel right with her. Francis was never involved with the mob, and this she knew to be true. His anti organized crime efforts hadn't gone unnoticed by the press.

In her heart, it was an assassination. And someone was at the center of it.

At home, Mona laid in bed. Not even sleeping or simply relaxing felt the same without her husband by her side. She dreamt of nothing, her mind an endless void of black.

"Madame," Salome opened the door. "Your lawyer wishes to see you."

Forcing herself to get up, Mona followed Salome downstairs and to the late Francis's office. Since his death, she'd been spending her days in rooms within the house he frequented.

"Mrs. Beauvais!" Her lawyer rushed to her. "It's gone! The money is gone!"

Mona's eyes widened. In the event of his death, Francis left her three hundred million dollars. It would be enough to support her for years since celebrities and artists like herself weren't the upper echelon in Gotham like they were in Hollywood. So it being gone dealt another blow to her.

"How?! Who took it?!"

"We did."

Both Mona and her lawyer turned to see Helene and Felix--both still dressed in black--walk in with their lawyer. Hearing the slight smugness in Felix's voice made Mona's blood boil. How dare he be so haughty when he just buried his son?

"Why?! That money doesn't belong to you!"

"It does now. As your husband's parents, we have a right to his money and all affairs when he dies," Felix sneered.

"Besides, who would trust a lowborn like you with that amount of money?" Helene added, shooting Mona with an evil look.

Mona's body trembled with anger. Had they no shame for this? Or did shame not exist in the world of Felix and Helene Beauvais? She was a grieving widow yet they thought they had the authority to waltz into her house and confess to stealing her money.

"And you might want to get ready to move out, too."

"WHAT?!"

Mona swore she saw a smirk form on Felix's face. "What do you mean?! Francis left our home to me as well!"

"You don't understand, do you, girl? We're taking over all of Francis's affairs, including ones that concern you. You will have nothing of our son's, even if you are, or were, his wife."

Mona lunged for Felix only to be stopped by her lawyer. "How dare you?! You can't do this to me! Do you not have sympathy for your son's own widow?!"

Helene side eyed Mona as she held Felix's hand. "Let's go. The lowborn will need time to pack her things."

"Right. You have ten days or we'll kick you out ourselves."

Mona gasped. Ten days?! With how much stuff she had? How much more cruel could they be? "But-"

"And if even so much as a plate gone, we'll leave you as the peniless lowborn you are. Your time by our son's side is over, Mona Lisa." Those were Helene's final words before leaving.

Mona died from death by a thousand cuts. When had God decided to be so cruel to her? What wrong had she done to deserve such continously harsh punishments? Was her only crime loving a man who had everything when she had nothing?

Having no other options, Mona quickly dialed Mabelle's number. Through tears, she retold what happened.

"Don't cry, Mona Lisa. My husband and I gave you our word when we said we'd help you," Mabelle reassured her.

"Thank you..." Mona choked on her sobs. At least she didn't feel entirely alone. Once Mabelle hung up, she dropped down to her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. When had everything gone wrong? Who decided that the joy was over?

A dark feeling emerged when she remembered Helene's words.

"And if so much as a plate is gone, we'll leave you as the peniless lowborn you are."

It was Mona's paintings that hung from the walls, vases she crafted with her own hands, doilies sewn by her own hands. The fact that Helene and Felix were going to own her art incited a visceral reaction inside her.

No, she refused to let them hold any more power over her.

"Salome." She turned to her maid. "Tell the servants to get as many paintings, vases, sculptures. Anything I made by my own hands."

"But Madame, Helene said-"

"I know what she said, but she will not own my craft. Get my art and bring it all to my studio." A dark look was in Mona's eyes as she said that.

Gulping down a newfound fear, Salome nodded and ordered the other staff to gather as many art pieces as possible.

Donning her working clothes and tied back hair, Mona studied every piece that adorned their house, memorizing what it looked like and how she made it. This feat was going to be impossible, but something dark was driving her to do this.

You're bigger than those bloodclaats, a voice inside her said. They don't own you. They never will.

For four days, Mona Lisa Beauvais copied every inch of her work down to the flaws--only they weren't the real things. But she'd tell no one that. The times she came out were only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as well as the occasional snack.

In addition to forging her art, she added two new things to her collection: a monocrhome mask that covered her entire face and a matching outfit. She didn't know why, but it just felt right to make those.

"Monochrome..." she repeated out loud.

The word had been in her head for the past days since her forging project began. Such a simple art term, but it held such significance to her for some reason. It was how people described her hair, which was mostly black except for tufts of white at the front.

Monochrome...

By the ninth day, Mona had moved all her stuff into the townhouse Mabelle bought for her. Just when Helene and her nefarious husband may have thought she'd be in tears, she was instead grinning with malice. Those vain fools. Too busy trying to show off to their neighbors to realize her game.

"Please let us know if you need anything, cheri." Christophe said. "It's not fair what my son and his wife have done to you."

"I understand. Mèsi for your support." Mona watched as the couple got into their car before driving off.

Now alone, she opened up a box. The gift she meant to give Francis was inside. Still delicately wrapped in white paper, just as it had been on that dreaded day. Mona took it out the box before walking upstairs to her room.

Carefully, she unwrapped the item and placed adhesives on the back. She then stuck it on a nice spot on the wall--next to a picture of Francis.

The gift was a painting of a Black mother holding an infant. Mona Lisa was pregnant with her and Francis's child. And no matter what, she'd love her baby for eternity.

"Look, mon amour. We did it."

#fic: the picture of monochrome #oc fanfiction #dc fanfic #riddler x oc

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