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theloveinc · 8 months

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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #this is what crocheting a baby hat does to u #no im jk i was just thinking abt bakugo being like 22 and awkward as h*ck bc he still hasnt recovered from the war #i wanna talk abt what he's like more but this is what came out instead LOL #like i think he's really stubborn abt ... coping with after effects of dying #and then before he knows it he has major depression LMFAOO #and he can like go to work get his degree do all he needs to do as a 20-something year guy #but he's not like. *there*. you know #and you meet him and he's a binch but he's not hard to get along with #and u just sorta take him in and drag him places like idk #your school's halloween night.. or even just a night out with ur friend (he doesn't even know how to order a drink)#and he doesnt even process it all until one day he's like 'dang it feels like ive been asleep for years'#and he kinda was #but he knows youre the one who helped him and now he wants to fix himself for you bc he remembers u being there for him #but he's so funny im imagining him with like. frat boy facial hair and a really outgrown ugly mullet type haircut #and lowkey with like. greasy skin (ik he's perfect but he's in a bad state and it shows) and he eats instant noodles ever day #and only watches japanese top gear #and goes on patrols where he beats the crap outta ppl and then doesnt remember it #DREAM BOY #and then he's big hero later #anyway #caitie post #gen

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fruitmixtape · 2 years

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hi im back here have some cartoony punknatural redesigns

#punknatural #deancas art #spn art #cartoon #lowkey a 80s or 90s au type beat #cas originally wore a mesh shirt with that btw #listen. dean with green hair and a mullet and a million piercings. ok.

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spaceshipellie · 9 months

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ellie x masc reader?? 😋 luv u

love you too anon 🖤 thanks you for requesting! i didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so i did smut with a plot lol hope you enjoy babes

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ellie x masc!guitarist!reader

summary: ellie goes to see a band play and takes a liking to the guitarist.

warnings: flirting (gasp), smut with plot, smoking, eating out (e receiving), fingering (both receiving), switch vibes???, 18+ mdni

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being a guitar player herself, ellie loved going to gigs. especially ones in tiny venues like this, to her it just felt more intimate. you could get a drink whenever you wanted and you could get up close and see the smiles on the band’s faces as they look out into the crowd. the band that were playing on this particular night had really caught her attention, more specifically, you had.

she could see just how immersed you were, ring clad fingers moving wildly on the strings, hips moving with the music, messy hair falling over your eyes occasionally. the mixture of watching you and the drink she had in her hand was intoxicating.

you were wearing a loose t-shirt that you had obviously cut the sleeves off and cropped slightly, meaning every once in a while ellie would see a slither of the skin above your boxers which poked out of your jeans. she watched how the muscles in your arms tensed during certain guitar riffs.

the current song then came to an end and the lead singer started talking into the microphone, asking how the crowd was and if they were having a good night. naturally, tipsy cheers followed. you and the rest of the band fiddled with your instruments and laughed about something together which no one else could hear. as the singer was introducing their next song, your eyes suddenly landed on ellie. a tiny smirk curved your lips as you noticed her already looking at you.

you thought she looked cool with her short, mullet type hairstyle and white tank, showing off her lean muscular arms which adorned a few tattoos. your eyes trailed down over her baggy black jeans that ended in beat up black converses. not to mention the silver chain she wore and silver rings similar to your own. she smirked herself before sipping her drink, not breaking eye contact with you.

you only looked away to start playing again. the intro of the next song required you to play a sustained note. your left fingers held the strings down and you shook your wrist slightly, your right hand hanging at your side after it had just strummed and the crowd was losing it.

throughout the song, you kept sneaking glances at ellie and noticed she didn’t hide the fact that she was looking at you too. you felt like yourself when you were up on stage and normally you dreaded the set coming to an end, but when a pretty girl was eyeing you up in the crowd, you actually couldn’t wait to finish.

you had a few more songs to play before your set was over. you and the rest of the band all said your good nights and started packing away your stuff. once that was done you all headed to the bar but you poked your head between two of your band mates who were leaning on the sticky bar mats, slapping your hands on their shoulders.

“i’m gonna maybe catch you later.”

“oh yeah, we all know what that means,” your drummer snickered.

“read me like a book, i don’t care, she’s hot,” you laughed, holding your hands up in defence as you started taking steps backwards.

you weaved through the crowd for a moment before you spotted her further down at the bar. walking over, she turned upon sensing your arrival and you were about to say hi when someone stopped you.

“sorry, are you in that band that just played?”

“h-oh, yeah, yeah i am,” you laughed awkwardly, aware that she was right there watching the encounter.

“i just wanted to say you sounded amazing!”

“oh cool, yeah thank you so much,” you smiled at them.

“that’s all i wanted to say, sorry to interrupt,”

“no no it’s fine, ‘ppreciate it,” you said as they gave you a little wave and left. you turned to her and she was grinning at you.

“ooh someone’s famous,” she teased.

“shut up,” you laughed. she drank the last bit of her beer.

“can i get you another?” you asked, head gesturing to her empty pint glass.

“sure,” she smiled, watching as your legs sat man spreading on the bar stool as you spoke to the bartender.

“you do this with all your fans?” she kept up the teasing tone. you both sat facing each other, each resting one arm in the bar.

“only the ones who look at me all night,” it was your turn to tease as you leant forward.

“oh yeah? you were looking at me too.” she also leant forward and her eyebrow raised for a second and you noticed the small scar in it.

“how’d you get that?” you quickly pointed to it before resting your hand back on your knee.

“slaying a dragon.”

“nice, that a regular hobby of yours or?”

“eh, just now and then, can’t over do it.”

“no, ‘cause that would be crazy.”

“yeah, much crazier than cutting your face in a skateboarding accident.”

“oh, i didn’t know dragons could skateboard.”

she laughed, dropping her head before looking back up at you. you sipped your beer, not breaking eye contact, just like she had done earlier when you were on stage. your knees bumped together as she reached for her own beer. you talked some more and exchanged names. you asked her about her art. she asked about your music and you found out she played guitar too. your beers were virtually empty now when she dug out a packet of marlboro cigarettes, opening them and placing one behind her ear.

“want one?”

“thanks,” you said, taking one from the packet before she shoved them back in her back pocket.

“lead the way,” she said and followed you outside. it was dark out, only street lamps lighting up the space. you leaned against the wall, crossing your feet and putting one hand in your pocket, holding the cigarette in the other. you placed it between your lips and she cupped her hands around the end, lighting it for you before lighting her own. you took a few drags, blowing the smoke away from each other before your eyes settled on her face.

“what?” she scrunched her face a little, smirking.

“was trying to weigh up if this was a good time to kiss you or not,” you snickered, taking another drag. she let out a small laugh as more grey smoke escaped her lips.

“well, what’s your verdict?”

you pulled your hand out of your pocket and uncrossed your feet, standing up properly but still leaning your back on the wall. you hooked a finger in her belt loop and pulled her into you, letting your lips ghost over hers for a moment before kissing her.

it started off soft and simple, but deepened after a couple of seconds. you moved your finger from her belt loop and spread your palm over her hip. she rested hers on your waist, her little finger touching your skin as it dipped under the loose hem of your top. your other hands still occupied with your cigarettes. after you pulled away, you flicked off the built up ash and took another drag.

“that answer your question?”

she bit her lip and squeezed your waist. she stubbed her cigarette out on the wall and flicked it in the general direction of the bin before pulling you into her more and kissing you again. your tongues fought for dominance and you stubbed your cigarette out too, bringing your now free hand to her other hip. her other hand slipped into your back pocket, groping your ass.

“wanna get out of here?” she breathed against your lips.

“my place is just round the corner,” you suggested and felt her nod.

you grabbed her hand and pulled her in that direction, giggling as you fumbled down the street.

when you got to yours, you knew your roommate/band member wouldn’t be home as they were still going to be at the bar for ages. you grabbed ellie’s ass as you got through the door and she grabbed your wrist, kissing you sloppily.

“where’s your room?”

“this way.”

you continued your kiss as you staggered your way through the already open door. you both collapsed on the bed but you quickly asserted yourself by grabbing her wrists and pinning them either side of her head, your leg flung over her hips, straddling her. leaning over her, your silver necklace dangled and you hovered your lips over hers. her hips tried to lift underneath you and you smiled before closing the gap between you again.

you began kissing down her neck, removing one of your hands from her wrist to push her top up until it exposed her braless tits. you cupped one and pinched her nipple lightly making her squirm a little. you latched your lips onto the other, scattering a few kissing across her chest before kissing down to the waistband of her boxers. undoing her jeans with one hand she helped you shuffle them off before you utilised both your hands in pushing her further up the bed so you had more room.

nestling in between her hips you pulled her boxers off and bit your lip at the sight of her. bring a finger to her hole, you collected some of the wetness and swirled it around her clit. your eyes found hers whilst you laid your tongue flat against her, lapping at her clit.

“fuck,” she groaned and her slender fingers groped at her boobs.

you slipped a finger in, pumping it in and out a few times before adding another. your free hand squeezed her waist. you moaned against her cunt, sending vibrations up through her body.

“so fucking hot,” you mumbled.

you kept fucking her until you felt her clench around you and shift her hips. she let out a mini string of hushed curses as she came and you slipped your fingers out. she then quickly sat up and pulled your face up to kiss her, tongues swirling together. she tangled one hand in your hair and the other started undoing your jeans as you knelt on the bed. you pushed them down and kicked them off along with your boxers and she pulled you to straddle her lap. her hand then dragged along your thigh, fingertips digging into the flesh and it made you buck your hips into her slightly.

your hands fumbled around at her boobs for a bit before breaking the kiss to peel her pushed up tank top right off. you also took the chance to throw yours off too, leaving you both completely naked. she trailed her hand along your thigh until it reached your folds. she circled a finger over your clit, emitting a moan from you. she played with your clit a little longer before dipping two of her fingers into you. she pumped and curled them, feeling your cum dripping slowly down her hand.

your head went back, exposing your neck for her to leave sloppy kisses on. her free hand aided your hips in grinding on her.

“fucking ride my fingers, baby.”

you brought a hand down to start rubbing circles on your clit and the sight of it made ellie gasp. your head then fell and buried itself in her neck, open lips brushing her skin. she grazed her teeth on your shoulder, practically biting it when your other hand tightened it’s grip on her bicep. the mix of slight pain and pleasure brought you to orgasm as you rode it out in her lap. when you were done she removed her hand and held your hips. you were both panting and took a minute to catch your breath. she looked up at you, giving you a lazy smile as she let out a short laugh.

“wanna give me an encore?”

#anon requests #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie x masc reader #ellie williams x masc reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie williams fanfic #spaceshipellie asks

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cerisahh · 3 months

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WHAT'S YOUR HANDLE!

SYNOPSIS ꒱ social media/internet headcanons for the saiki k characters.

CHARACTERS INCLUDED ꒱ saiki, kaidou, aren, nendou, toritsuka, hairo, teruhashi, aiura, yumehara, mera, rifuta

NOTE ꒱ i love the saiki k characters so much they’re like a fond memory.

KUSUO SAIKI

• surprisingly, saiki has social media.

• private account, of course. 0 posts, 0 followers, 0 following, (12 follow requests which he will never accept).

• claims it helps him be percieved as 'average' (he's keeping tabs on his friends those nuisances that follow him around).

• enjoys baking videos! when he finds a recipe he likes, him and his mother will make it together.

• he's one of those people who use perfect punctuation and grammar whilst typing. never turned off auto-capitalisation.

• dry texter by choice, not by chance. he's less dry when he's speaking online to someone he actually likes, but not by much (by less dry, you get a sentence instead of a one-word answer).

• leaves everyone on delivered most of the time.

• tried changing his number multiple times, but someone always manages to get hold of it so he just gave up.

SHUN KAIDOU

• no one wants to say it so i will. he uses wattpad.

• tried to use ao3/fanfiction.net but found it too difficult so he stuck to his roots.

• he would definetly write paragraphs upon paragraphs of the lore of the-jet-black-wings and dark reunion, as well as the origins of the power sealed within his right arm (black beat) and why it is DETRIMENTAL that this power is never unleashed or stolen by evil.

• everyone in the comments think that it's just a cool original story idea.

• absolutely inserts his friends as original characters in his lore. i might make a whole seperate post about this.

• he also uses reddit. where else is he going to get story ideas?

• has these apps pin locked and hidden in his phone, on the off-chance his mother decides to look through it.

• ABSOLUTELY plays roblox, his username is something cringe he made when he was ten (like the rest of us), refuses to change it. account is -13 for some reason.

• he has spent a lot of money on roblox. a troubling amount.

• types in lowercase, except when he's talking to his mother, then it's all punctuation and manners.

AREN KUBOYASU

• still purchases burner phones even though his gangster days are over. old habits die hard.

• uses an ipad more often than not.

• plays roblox with kaidou, is a bacon hair. his messages constantly get filtered because he still doesn't realise you can't swear on roblox. warned almost everyday - on the verge of being banned.

• watches motorcycle tiktoks, it's literally all his fyp is. the comments he leaves are usually just questions relating to the specs of the bikes.

• is the member of the group that pays for netflix and disney+ and lets everyone leech off of him.

• reformed aren posts pictures of his friends and himself, it's actually a really normal page - which is his goal.

• pre-reformed aren would just post videos of him flexing, and all of his fights. there's a lot of fights.

• also: mullet pics.

• is on reddit SOLELY for the purpose of biker groups. could probably write a thesis on an single engine part. probably has. don't ask him to show you.

RIKI NENDOU

• this guy BARELY knows how to operate a phone, let alone the internet.

• only really uses his phone to google stuff and talk to his buddies.

• nendou... is so bad at spelling... like... SO bad.

• half the time nobody can decipher his messages it's just that horrendous.

• uses emojis, but doesn't open the emoji tab?? so he'll type the emoji he wants and then leave the word prompt in the message?? (ex: 'ramen 🍜 after school 🏫 ?')

• made a seperate account for koriki no.2 but just uses it as his own.

• his first time posting a picture of himself one of those ⓘ - generated by ai messages was under it. THEY THINK HE’S TOO UGLY TO BE REAAALL.

• unintelligible comments left on everything he sees.

• also likes everything he sees. his fyp/explore pages are filled with nonsense. nothing makes sense.

• there are a lot of cute animal videos though - this is a recurring theme.

REITA TORITSUKA

• sigh.

• falls for those ads that are like: 'horny women in the area ready to fuck'.

• REALLY?? WHERE?

• has a lot of malware downloaded without his knowledge.

• a reddit troll, there's no doubt about it. he LIVES to piss people off on that site. think colin robinson in that one episode (this is a niche reference).

• i regret to inform everyone, but before omegle shut down... he was a regular.

• probably has several failed business ideas. also has probably invested in cryptocurrency, bragged about his newfound riches, lost his newfound riches due to the market collapsing, and the cycle continues.

• says outrageous things on twitter. outrageous. one might even go as far as to say heinous.

• probably has hate pages made about him.

KINESHI HAIRO

• without a doubt has a gym bro tiktok account, might be a disciple of joey swoll.

• reposts those 'before and after' gym pictures with messages of congratulations to the person - he's so sweet. >_<

• probably has a couple thousand followers, a lot of people from his local gym follow him.

• contrary to popular belief, he doesn't type with caps on all the time. keeps auto capitalisation on and uses a lot of exclamation marks though.

• is the person who created the class groupchat. and the group chat of the ENTIRE school year. he literally added EVERYONE to it.

• follows everyone? like... people don't even know how he knows everyone but he does?? (he's just really friendly).

• there's multiple videos that he's tagged in of him doing kind things for people, hairo is such a sweetheart guys.

• uses his platform to give fitness advice to people. there's a lot of motivational quotes plastered on his accounts.

KOKOMI TERUHASHI

• of course teruhashi has social media, how else will she broadcast her beauty?

• she has SO many message requests, dedicates hours a day to respond to them to maintain her 'perfect pretty girl' status.

• posts once every week at a scheduled time, get's thousands of likes without fail.

• has a finsta for her close friends.

• doesn't have tiktok but somewhow still has fan accounts on there. and on every other site.

• is really into conspiracy theories, although she won't publicise this or her stance on anything either. she must remain neutral.

• her @'s and tags are mostly full of her fans taking pictures with/of her. she appreciates it, of course! but it's still strange...

• has her brother blocked (thank god).

• has numerous ootd highlights, the people eat it up everytime.

MIKOTO AIURA

• chronic pinterest addict

• unironically uses yubo (she needs help)

• her instagram highlights are so fun to go through, it's messy but it's a hot mess

• posts A LOT, like multiple times a day

• consumes a lot of yoga/meditation media.

• a lot of her media intake is different subcultures of gyaru (obviously), but she's really into haute couture.

• she actually streams on twitch sometimes, mostly to do online readings for people - she also does makeup tutorials and posts fashion advice!

• has also been banned by twitch several times for bypassing terms of service. (it's not her fault that the admins are sensitive).

• her most used app is probably spotify. has ayesha erotica in most of her playlists.

• she has a seperate account for her business, she posts newly decorated crystal balls each week and does free weekly readings in order to promote herself.

CHIYO YUMEHARA

• runs a semi-popular baking yt, (which saiki follows, to the knowledge of no one)

• used to post gacha life love story videos.

• might be the only person who knows about kaidous secret wattpad account (bar saiki obviously), reads everything he writes and inserts herself into his scenarios.

• types all cutesy and uses emoticons like there is no tomorrow

• 'hai hai everyone!! (^_^)' <- for example.

• buys sketchy stuff off aliexpress that promise the most ludicrous results (ex: she buys fat burning/slimming creams and expects them to give her a perfect beach body, gets confused when it gives her a rash and then buys more).

• has an etsy shop and makes custom jewellery (makes it free for her friends and leaves it in their desks with a custom note, it's very wholesome).

• her notes app is under LOCK AND KEY. that shit is more secure than the nuclear codes.

CHISATO MERA

• doesn't have a phone. can't even afford gas and electric, let alone internet. is poor.

• BUT IF SHE WASN'T!!

• would join giveaways even if they're obviously fake. she's desperate.

• miraculously end up WINNING ONE?? she gets flown out to be featured in one of those obnoxious youtubers videos and comes back with a fat paycheck and ridiculously expensive electronics (which she eventually sells, probably to pay the rent).

• is a reoccurring guest on yumehara's yt channel, as a taste-tester, obviously.

• was also meant to critique the food but she rates everything a 10/10 so was not very useful.

• her most used app? let's all be honest with ourselves, it's a food delivery one.

• has the most games downloaded out of everyone, mostly to entertain her siblings when they're bored.

IMU RIFUTA

• has a really cute and aesthetic tumblr - yet somewhow doesn't know what fanfiction is?

• dear god this girl uses everskies. she ABSOLUTELY uses everskies. has been banned several times.

• has so many throwaway accounts. like it breaches fifty, it's getting to be a problem.

• definitely argues with people on public forums, you can't convince me that this girl doesn't have festering anger building up inside her, arguing online is like a rage room for her.

• her phone layout is one of those aesthetic pink ones, she spent hours on it. hours.

• this girl is a MASTER stalker. has every social media under the sun, even the ones nobody has heard about in years.

• is unnervingly good at editing photos and videos.

• her alts are constantly getting suspended for harassment. has anonymously harassed saiki multiple times (he knows its her).

• everything she posts is really over-the-top with cutesy filters, like, blindingly so.

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marry-me-mello · 26 days

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oh boy I am on a roll today folks

I feel so joyous so it's time to ruin the lives of fictional characters

With more Jekyll and Hyde headcanons

Featuring Einfield bc he's basically been forgotten

SPEAKING OF EINFIELD HE HOOKED UP WITH POOLE ONCE BUT THAT'S A SECRET

Utterson and Einfield have matching bowties. They're pink and sparkly and they never wear them in public but always when they hang out at Utterson's house or smth

Hyde throughly enjoys wearing dresses so he has a lot of those hidden away somewhere

(Like some bugs bunny type shit where he wears a dress and everyone's like 'where's Hyde and who is this lady')

Jekyll sometimes hides in corners at parties and stares ominously at people

Utterson categorized his Halloween candy as a kid by color, how much he liked it, etc

Lanyon and Jekyll kind of just ate all theirs the second they got it

And Hyde beats kids up on Halloween and takes their candy.

Side note-Jekyll's that bitch who hands out toothbrushes and shit on Halloween. Hyde takes over his body and gives out actually good candy. And then beats the kids up.

Lanyon was once attacked by a dog. He acts like it's some big bad pitbull but it was a shih tzu. It jumped out of the purse and tried to eat his face.

The shih tzu was Hyde's. Its name is Princess Badass and it gets along well with Whiskers.

Jekyll had a mullet when he was a kid for like a year or so.

Hyde keeps trying to grow his hair out and then sees something sharp and just cuts it again (like ME)

This turned into half Halloween ranting but whatever I fucking like Halloween. And don't know how to spell shih tzu.

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journalsouppe · 1 month

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The Touchstarved DEMO by @redspringstudio! I had so much fun replaying this DEMO over and over, I truly cannot wait for the full release. The art is gorgeous, the writing is excellent, and I am surprised at how much I really loved each character, I expected to at least hate one or two of them like with My Next Life lol. I highly recommend checking out the DEMO if you're a fan of otome games or gothic stories!

The DEMO can be found here on itch.io or here on steam! All the stickers are from different Hallween stickerbooks from Michael's Art Store ^^; (ngl I think this is one of my favorite spreads, I even did do some studies of the color/rendering fhdjsf)

Writing typed below! (plus extra notes)

Rating: 9.5 (demo score - great demo) Played: Sp 2024 Port: itch.io Play full? Y YES!!!!!!

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First Route: Origin - Unnamed. RO - Leander

love you have a choice of 3 origins

GORGEOUS ART!

this game made me realize I do really enjoy otome games and not as a joke or for irony lol fjdkfal

from initial appearances I like Vere and Mhin ^^;

all the gold on the angel doctor is so gorgeous

killer music

okay I thought I wouldn't like Leander but holy shit --

LMAO NOT HIS SEX ROOM

LETS go I got the special Leander option on the first try

I need to do studies of this art oml I need my art to look like this <3

DAMN, now I'm bummed I missed the kickstarter, I would LOVE the art book

I need the stickers too esp for when I journal the full version

not only do I like the art, the writing is very good too

Vere is so pretty...

I LOVE all the fun marketing lore and illustrations on the Red Spring Socials

ooo damn does Vere have a red option or did I do his route right without one

only three red choice dialogue. 4 recently for Kuras (no Vere)-- Vere has one now!!! Kuras and Vere should have them whenever the DEMO gets an update ^_^

I'm learning I'm good at making the correct decisions lol

I honestly didn't know you could die until after I finished Vere's route (2nd route I did correctly -- 1st was Leander) and was curious what submit surrender did (aka I didn't die initially but went back to see what would happen(

LMFAO NOT MHIN BLUSHING WHEN I TELL THEM OFF pfft

LMAOOO and now Mhin is scolding me

amused with who has slept with who

deathly curious on how fucked up Leander will be

Kuras's nose!!!!! <3

I love the concept designs of Sen and Elyon, I can't wait to meet them

LMFAO 'BASTARD'

ngl I love Ais's mullet

This should not have been one of my first otome games bc now my standards are so high, esp in regards to character design

I wonder if the flashing soulless in the title screen means we'll see more soulless in the full game (than just the one)

okay damn I also really like Ais, these are some really well written characters

LMAO I was not expecting this music for Kuras

oh interesting I didn't realize Mhin's red choice was during your first encounter if you're an alchemist

okay Kuras is very silly and goofy 10/10 guy

ooo good theories about Ocudeus and control on tumblr - "obedience" -- reference to someone thinking the "obedience suits you" line on Ais's character card was actually from Ocudeus not Ais

Summary:

I thought when playing more otome games it would be really hard to beat My Next Life, simply because I am a huge fan of the source material that preceded the game. But wow, with the way this game is setting up plotlines, the full version of this game could easily make it onto my top favorite games list. Otome games are all about replayability, and the way just the DEMO is so rich with content and alternating paths makes me so excited and hopeful for the full game's release. I am bummed I got onto the Touchstarved train late and missed the kickstarter, but hopefully a shop will open around release bc I'd kill for an art book. The art is just so gorgeous and I cannot wait to do some studies, especially with color and rendering. Before playing otome games, I like to look at the character profiles beforehand and predict who I'd like and dislike. And I am very delightfully surprised that any initial dislike I had of characters all but vanished because the writing and personalities of these characters were so well made. I thought I was going to hate Leander but he ended up being the character I'm most curious about. Although I would say my least favorite is Kuras simply bc I'm not a fan of romancing doctors, I am still curious about his background story and connection to the others. In other words, great character who is just not my type. I am also delightfully surprised at the "vulgarity" in this game without being overly explicit -- I have grown so tired of how sanitized a lot of games and shows have been that it's always really nice seeing indie companies play by their own rules. I am so glad I stumbled across this game!! At this point I've done every route favorably but haven't tried all the "wrong" options -- more to play whenever I think about how excited I am for the full game! I've also seen the sneak peaks of an upcoming update ^_^. Highly recommend the game!!

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #touchstarved #touchstarved game #red spring studios #otome #otome game

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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UNTOUCHABLE, jey uso.

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warnings: curse words, cigarettes, alcohol, substances, parties, flirting, platonic relationship, implied sexual activities

tags: it’s an all girls-all boys campus party bash! college!au, and all those campus things… (y/n) isn't like other girls she's emo leave her alone, 10 things i hate about you situation

summary: you were totally untouchable to him

BEING in an all-girls campus was probably the worst decision your parents had ever made for you. you were in another state, far away from your comfort zone. it was your third year, one more year to go before you could escape this hellhole. “HELL YEAH, 86 BABY!” your thoughts were cut-off by your best friend’s voice. “that's what you get for studying non-stop." you smiled. "fuck, i'm finally free from mr. smith's wrath... my saturdays are gonna be wild again!"

the campus ground was divided by several groups. to your luck, you were put in the girls building with all of your sorority girl friends. on the other side of your ground was the boys building. the barrier didn't stop them from throwing huge parties, inviting everyone the could see or talk to. your roommate, becky, was one of the most popular girl you could ever think of. contrary to the 'it girl' image she had, she was a sweetheart. her boyfriend, on the other hand–was a lot. the lovebirds were your closest friends, you'd take a bullet for them.

people couldn't believe that you were in damage ctrl, the college's top sorority. truth be told, you were dragged by becky since her mother’s sister was the one who founded the club. you took a role in academics, helping everyone with their grades–you were quite the tutor for everyone. even the members of the fraternity respected you and occasionally asked for your help.

outside of your studies, you didn't have the presence that becky and seth had. sure, people turned their heads when they see you, but no one ever had the guts to talk to you. except for this mullet emo dude chewing his pasta in front of you. "you should start selling these, (y/n)." dominik praised your cooking skills. "can you please shut up, i'm trying to study." you groaned in despair. "we're literally hanging out and you still choose your books over me?" dominik was your first friend, a year older than you. he was in the same year as seth, finishing up his thesis. "i am looking up qualitative theories for your thesis, do you want me to help you or not?" "right, comrade. i'll just shut up."

"are you coming tonight?" it was a rhetorical question. of course you weren't coming to seth's party. "no, i am not." becky came to the park after her classes, she was sitting on the grass with you and dominik. "see, told you she wasn't coming." dom rolled his eyes. "she never comes to the bloodline frat parties." he continued. "that's because i stopped partying when i was 18." you used to be a party animal back in your younger days, you grew tired of the scene. "boo, i wish we were friends in high school." "dominik, i went to an all-girls private school."

"i mean, jey's definitely gonna be there." becky winked at you. "becks, that was like 2 years ago." you rolled your eyes. "shit, right. i remember you having a crush on him. that was so funny, he's like... totally not your type." you threw your book at dominik, earning a groan. "ow, that hurts! i'm telling the truth right here." you had flashbacks during your first year where you fawned over a certain senior who had arms covered with tattoos, always wearing a chain necklace, and a stupid fucking smile that made your heart beat faster than usual.

the three of you continued the conversation, when all the sudden you heard a menacing laugh coming from behind you. you immediately knew who it was. "SETH, IF YOU PULL MY HAIR ONCE AGAIN, I WILL ACTUALLY SMACK YOU!" right before he could lay his hands on your hair, he backed off. "awwww, that sucks!" he went over to sit next to his girlfriend, giving her a kiss. "hey babe, we were just talking about your party." becky said. "(y/n) is coming?" you shook your head. "as usual. what are your plans for tonight then?" he asked. "i'm going to town to pick up some books professor heyman asked me to get."

seth was the top frat boy of the bloodline. everyone knew the bloodline threw wild parties and tonight? it was one of the biggest since they were all going to graduate soon. "well, if you change your mind the password for tonight is 'don't tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night'." he winked. "was originally gonna be '(y/n) (l/n) helped me with my thesis' but we don't want you to kill us." dominik chuckled. "fuck off." you groaned. "we know you love us, (y/n)."

you were getting ready for your short trip to town. you looked at the mirror and fixed your outfit; dom's black jacket (that you took when he wasn't looking), a black tanktop, your favorite corduroy flare pants, and a pair of boots that becky and seth gave you for your birthday present this year. "you look too good to go to a fucking library." becky shouted from her room. "who knows i might meet a hot professor there?" she cringed at your sentence. "be careful okay? oh, no one's gonna be home because we're all going to the party." you nodded. "don't forget to leave the keys inside the flowerpot."

and like usual, becky forgot to put the fucking keys inside the flowerpot. you cursed under your breath, trying your best to call the entire sorority, only to receive nothing but voicemails. you had no other choice than to go there. "here goes nothing." you muttered. the walk to the frat house was thrilling. you had to hide behind a bush, a trashcan, and a tree because of the night-guards.

“password?” the frat boy asked. “don’t tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night.” you replied, remembering the password seth gave you earlier. the frat boy opened the door and you knew that you were going to have a very bad time. you scanned the crowd, looking for your orange-haired friend as she was nowhere to be seen. you spotted similar faces, trying your best to avoid them.

people were confused when they saw you stepping inside the house. it was a very rare occurrence for you to be spotted in a function. “oh shit dude, that’s (y/n).” you heard whispers when you passed by. “fuck, where the hell are you becky?” you were still trying to call her to no avail. you did not care about the people staring at you, you really needed the keys. the music was loud, it smelled like weed, and everyone was just having the time of their lives. everyone except for you.

you were squinting your eyes, looking for your friend, until a certain mullet-boy pulled the back of your jacket. “familiar jacket you got there, what are you doing here pretty girl?” you were relieved to see one of your closest friends in this fiasco. “thank god you're here, i’m looking for becky!” you shouted. “why are you looking for her?” he furrowed his brows. “she has the dorm keys!” you replied. “everyone’s here and i can’t fucking go back!” you continued.

“just stay in my room, here are my keys!” he pulled out his carabiner full of keys. you shook your head. “your room smells like weed and piss and the last time i slept there were roaches.” you joked. “hey, i have the cleanest room in the boys dorm.” he defended himself. "can you please help me look for becky? please?" his grin turned menacing. "okay," dominik paused for a second. "if you enjoy your time here."

hence the cup in your hands, you were still looking for your best friend. dominik dragged you around, his hands intertwined with yours. everyone thought you were dating him, but it was totally a long-running joke between you, seth, becky, and him. "dom! you brought your girlfriend out of her shell?" you rolled your eyes when you saw the blond man. "shut up cody, i helped you pass your lit classes last month." you barked at him. "you're right, sorry. it's just weird seeing you here." he spoke louder. "i'm looking for becky, have you seen her?" cody shook his head. "i saw her when the party started, i think she's with either seth or kota!"

dominik patted your back, "poor you, it's okay we can find her." you were stressed out. you took a sip of the alcoholic drink in your cup, feeling the alcohol down your throat. "that's my girl!" dominik smiled, mimicking your actions. "fuck." you sighed. "yo, dom! come here!" one of his friends called him. "i'll help you find becky, stay right here." before you could say anything, he left you alone on the couch.

you felt someone sitting down next to you and you turned your attention to them. you made eye-contact with him, it was the frat leader, the final boss of every single fraternity of this town, jey uso. your heart skipped a beat. "and who are you?" his voice was loud and clear, despite the music blaring loudly. you furrowed your brows. of course he doesn't know me, you thought. you met him once during orientation, which was probably like 3 years ago. other than that, you didn't have any interactions with the leader.

"i'm (y/n)." you replied shortly, not paying attention to him. "shit, you're the one who helped seth with his thesis? the outcast damage ctrl girl?" you took offense in what he said, so you chose to ignore it. you were focusing on your phone, still trying your best to text the groupchat. "hey, you didn't hear what i said?" you looked up from your phone, facing jey again. "what?" you barked. he had this amused expression after he heard your tone. jey smirked as he knew that you weren't fawning over him.

everyone wanted him. everyone, but you.

to be honest, you couldn't really careless about the boys in your college. ever since you had a little crush on jey (which was a long time ago), you never took interest to any of them. if they approached you, you knew you could just say you were dating dominik. he was your wingman. "i said, who did you come here with?" jey repeated his question. "dominik." you were still focusing on your phone. "you're his girlfriend then?" you only nodded in response. "you know," jey paused for a second. "you can't really lie to me. your 'boyfriend' is literally flirting with rhea right now." you squinted your eyes, seeing dominik flirting with one of your friends. "shit." you muttered.

"i never see you in our parties, what brings you here, pretty girl?" it was clear that he was flirting with you. "i'm looking for becky." you admitted, hoping that he would have an idea about her whereabouts. "lynch? she's upstairs!" your eyes widened in surprise. "oh, thanks." you stood up from your seat, only to have him follow you. "i don't need you to help me, jey." you glared at him. "baby, this is a frat party. everyone's either drunk or horny, of course i'm gonna be a gentleman." he winked at you.

turns out, becky wasn't upstairs. you couldn't find her. you spotted your friends and asked if any of them had the dorm keys, but to your luck, becky had all of the keys, being the head-girl. "fucking hell." you muttered once again, still having jey following you. "you look like you need a drink." he passed you a red cup. you decided to let your guard down for a bit. might as well just get shit-faced while looking for becky, you thought. "don't try to get me drunk, uso." you glared at him once again. "i'm not! just offering you a drink." you took a shot of the alcoholic drink.

jey didn't know why he kept following you. earlier, he had girls swarming around him, wanting his attention–but as soon as he spotted you, all his attention diverted to you. he actually knew who you were. (y/n) (l/n), contradicting to all the assholes frat boys, he admired you. you were a year younger than him, but you were smarter than everyone in this frat house combined. “hi jey, you busy now?” one of the girls greeted him with a wink. “yeah, with (y/n) now.” he replied, nudging you. you side-eyed him, not knowing what to do.

“fuck was that?” “it’s tiring being most wanted.” jey replied with smirk. the people around you were unfamiliar, you saw a couple of your girls leaving with their boyfriends. you sighed as you took another sip of your drink. “you know what, i’m just gonna stay at the library.” jey immediately shook his head. “and do what? helping mr. heyman with his chores? fuck that, come on. have fun, it’s seth’s last party here.” he was right. seth was graduating soon and you didn’t even attend his parties till now. “i guess you’re right.” you replied, earning a grin from him.

the alcohol got a bit in your head. “i should stop drinking now.” jey noticed that your face was slightly red, he didn’t want you to go full drunk and have nowhere to stay, so he took your cup. “right, enough break time, you still wanna look for becky or do you want me to get dom?” you shook your head, feeling a bit fuzzy. “no, no! don’t get dom. he might take me to his weed-ridden room.” you pouted in annoyance. “please help me find becks.” jey couldn’t resist your stupid fucking pout. he helped you get off the chair, dragging you around–he felt bad now.

you were never one to go out a lot with your sorority girls, so pity flared inside him. you just wanted to go back. “yoooo, who are you with?” you turned your head around and spotted his twin. jimmy uso, college heartthrob that asked you for help in last year’s chemistry. “oh shit, (y/n)! you’re with my brother now?” jey shook his head. “nah man, trying to find becky or seth for her.” jimmy saw your tipsy state. “dawg, i hope you find them soon. last time i saw them was like 2 hours ago, you know how good they are in hiding.”

the situation became slightly overwhelming for you. you dropped jey’s hand. “jey, bro. it’s okay, enjoy the party. sorry i bothered you. i’ll just stay in the library till becky comes back, thanks for your help though.” there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. “it’s getting kinda crowded here too, you wanna bounce?” he stepped on his cigarette.

so there you were, in his car, driving up north to the nearest city beach to watch the sunrise. at first you declined, wanting to stay behind in the library as it was open 24/7. but it wasn’t safe. it was a public library and you were tipsy. you had no choice but to trust this frat boy who was bopping his head to mf doom. you were closing your eyes, your phone died, and you had no hopes in reaching becky. you just hoped that she was somewhere safe with her silly boyfriend.

“you alright there?” you opened your eyes. “yeah. shit, we’re here?” jey nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. “come on, the sun is about to rise!” he smiled, opening the door for you. “god, calm down! i’m having a headache.” his hands intertwined with yours as he guided you to the beach. it was empty and you felt really comfortable. the warm breeze of the ocean tingled your skin, making you shiver a bit. “here, take my jacket.” you rolled your eyes and proceeded to chuckle. “that’s kinda cheesy, but i’ll take it. since it’s fucking freezing out here.”

the two of you sat in silence, the sounds waves filling up your eardrums. “you know, i like this beach.” he blurted out. “huh?” “i don't take people here. it's kinda like a secret spot when it gets overwhelming. i know i give off a fuckboy vibe or so, but i like being alone too. despite all the gossips about me, i’m just a law student trying to get my degree.” he chuckled, pouring his heart out. “and why are you telling me this?” you asked, feeling confused.

“don’t know, just feel like i needed to clear things up about myself.” you nodded at his statement. since you were already talking to him, you might as well spill your heart out. “i had a crush on you back in my first year. saw you during orientation and i thought ‘damn, that dude is hot’ but you were still dating… what was her name? felicia? yeah.” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up. you didn’t know if you were drunk or not but you just had to say it. “you’re lying.” jey stated. “am not! ask dominik, he knows all the tea.” you added.

“if we’re being honest with each other now,” jey played with the sand using his shoe. “i actually knew who you were. that talk at the party? that was all bullshit. i just wanted to talk to you, but you’re so untouchable.” jey confessed. he saw you as one of the girls he wouldn't mess around with. jey could get any girl he wanted, but you? with all of your achievements and this 'cold' persona? he didn't want to mess with you. the crush he had on you was pure and genuine.

you made eye-contact again with him, this time–he had a smile plastered on his face. “of course i knew who you were! damn, do you realize you have a lot of people looking up to you?” he questioned. “no, i do not.” “fuck, (y/n). all the boys want you.” the man sighed. “that doesn't matter to me.” the sun was rising up, causing the two of you to break eye-contact.

the scenery was breathtaking. jey uso was nervous, for the first time in his life. “gotta be honest, i had a crush on you too. i think it was your second year? but i thought you were dating dom so i backed off.” “no way, the dominik effect worked on some people.” you joked. the atmosphere became warmer as you felt him move closer to you. “i think my biggest regret was not talking to you in my remaining college years.” jey sighed, knowing that his time with you in the campus ground was limited.

“well, since we know each other now, how bout we start from the beginning? i’m (y/n), med student. a part of damage ctrl, i can probably do any assignments and can help you with all of your classes.” you offered him a hand. “and i’m jey uso, head-boy of the bloodline. i’m failing my classes and i recently developed a crush again on one of the sorority girls who can definitely kick my ass.” the two of you laughed at each other.

you continued talking to him about everything; life, academics, love, friendships, even your weird cousins. "it's getting so fucking cold, we should go back." jey suggested. "but becky..." you muttered. "you can stay in my room, i'll sneak you in from the window. the security won't check my floor. i can stay with jimmy." he sat up, brushing the sand from his pants. "actually, thinking about it. i wouldn't mind a jey uso right next to me in bed."

a/n: first time writing jey how are we feeling heart4reigns nation?? hope u enjoyed it as much as i did!! feedbacks/requests are highly appreciated!!

#the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #wrestling #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagines #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso #cody rhodes #seth rollins #becky lynch #dominik mysterio #usos imagines #the usos imagine #roman reigns imagine

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bleeding-hart · 8 days

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visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

#marauders era #marauders #hp marauders #jegulus #marauders hc #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #sunseeker #starchaser #queer marauders

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luminnara · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x addams!reader

Billy Hargrove meeting and developing a crush on you, who he just happened to run into while on vacation. Not HIS vacation, mind you—he’s still living in Hawkins, Indiana. The shit with the upside down is over. That vecna guy is gone for good. Everybody else thinks it was just some weird freak earthquake disaster that tore the town apart, and life in Hawkins moves on and goes back to being just as boring and insufferable as he remembers.

So WHY are you there? WHY is that your idea of a good vacation destination? Because of all the weird shit that happened, of course! You’re a young adult, the same age as Billy, and your parents let you venture off on your own for a little road trip. You visit all sorts of ghost towns and haunted houses, stop to go werewolf hunting in the swamps and even run into some vampires on the coast before you double back and head to Hawkins. Besides a few memorials commemorating those who died in the earthquake, you don’t find much—which is weird, considering everything you heard about the town having some connection with another dimension—and you’re about to leave for home before you run into a guy.

He’s not your usual type. In fact, compared to your past boyfriends, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s big and broad shouldered, with a curly mullet and bright blue eyes the likes or which you’ve never seen before. But something about him makes you stop and talk to him outside the diner, and you end up getting along SO much better than you expected.

You’re not his usual type, either. He’s usually more into hustler models, not weird goths who wear sunglasses at night and can’t stop talking about disembodied hands and whatever the fuck a Cousin Itt is. But hey, he can’t deny that you’re hot—and disarming, and easy to talk to, and actually really fucking funny.

He manages to score a date with you before you leave town. And then another, and another, because you’ve already called home and told your parents that you were running a bit behind, but you have a surprise for them. Because once you get to know him and you dig your way past his macho facade, Billy is actually really, really sweet, and you think you might bring him home to meet the family.

Plus, on your first date, he threatened to a kill a guy who looked at you for a second too long. The idea of Billy dueling someone to the death is just so romantic, the sort of thing your father would do for your mother, and the more he threatens people, the more you fall in love.

When you tell him you really do have to go back home, he’s devastated. He doesn’t want to go back to life in hawkins before you. He doesn’t want to have to deal with his shitty dad. He’s really distraught, actually, because you were such a good escape from his home life, and he can’t bear to see you leave…so of course he agrees to come with you. He jumps at the opportunity to skip town. He’s got a bag packed and he’s picking you up from the motel later that night with his camaro. Is it a little crazy to go out of state with somebody he just met? Yeah, but it sure beats sticking around Hawkins.

You’re ecstatic. You know your parents will be a little disappointed that he doesn’t have two heads and he doesn’t howl at the moon, but you don’t care. You think he’ll manage to fit in just fine after some adjusting.

Then again, you’re a lot more used to your family then he is.

It’s raining as the car pulls up to the front gate. Billy’s jaw drops as he sees the house. It’s massive and stately, but from what he can see as the gates swing open on their own, it’s run down. It doesn’t look like anyone’s lived there in years, but you’re absolutely positive that it’s the right place. You think it’s cute that he keeps asking, and you take all of his comments about it looking like a dump (respectfully) as compliments.

He parks in front of the door and gets out first, already preparing for his nice “hello mr. And Mrs. so and so, I’m a perfectly respectable gentleman” routine. He gets the passenger door for you, taking your hand as he helps you out, and you’re giggling and biting your lip because you know the more old fashioned he acts the better the impression on your parents.

“Leave the bags in the car, don’t worry about them,” you tell him as you climb the steps. “Lurch will grab them.”

“…Lurch?” He asks as you ring the doorbell.

He hears a foghorn. Not a bell.

Okay, Billy. He tells himself. So they’re weirdos. Not a big deal. You’ve got this under control.

When the door swings open and he’s faced with the tallest man he has ever seen in his life, he begins to doubt that he’s got this.

“Welcome home,” the butler says slowly, in a voice that seems to be reverberating through Billy’s very bones.

“I missed you so much, Lurch, you have no idea!” You exclaim, surging forward to wrap your arms around Lurch’s waist.

Billy stares as Lurch smiles and pats your head. He figures this is about as weird as things will get. Clearly your parents have a lot of money, to afford a house like that and keep a butler around. They’re just a little eccentric, probably.

He soon realizes that that’s a severe understatement.

“Aha! There you are!”

Billy’s eyes are wide as something sharp whizzes past his head, narrowly missing him. It turns out to be a dart, and it hits the doorframe just beside Lurch. The thrower is, of course, your father—a short man in a pinstripe suit, a cigar clenched between his teeth and an absolutely wild look in his eyes that has Billy automatically fearing for his life.

“Father!” You run forward to meet him, hugging him tightly.

“Welcome home, welcome home!“ Gomez laughs, dropping his handful of remaining darts as he returns the hug. Then, he spots Billy, and he’s suddenly shaking his hand with a bone crushing grip and insisting that the two of you come into the parlor because Mamá is nearly finished preparing dinner and everyone had better eat quickly so they can catch the remainder of the thunder storm.

You’re ecstatic, and Billy is utterly shocked, because a house full of spiderwebs and exotic taxidermy is not something he’s experienced before. He’s pretty sure there’s a real mummy in the corner. He’s also pretty sure the bear rug roared at him.

“Oh, darling, look at you!” A woman in an extremely tight black dress says as she knits. Billy thinks he can hear disappointment in her voice when she adds “only five fingers on each hand…”

And at the mention of hand, one of them pops out of a box on a nearby table, and Billy nearly jumps out of his skin.

And that’s still not the strangest thing he’ll see in your house, by far. Because Cousin Itt is. And Uncle Fester is a close second.

Your grandmother is a real witch. Like, for real. He’s doing his best to be polite at dinner, but your little sister Wednesday keeps making comments about how much she thinks his organs would sell for and his first instinct is to shoot back like he would with Max. Your mother has to tell Pugsley that he can’t have live dynamite at the table, and he has to wait until after dinner to set it off. They have a pet lion named Kitty who eats the leftovers. And despite all the weirdness, it’s the best family dinner he’s ever experienced.

He goes outside in the rain with you even though it’ll mess up his hair. He totally sticks out, because your family all wear nothing but black and he’s in jeans and a red silk shirt, but your father spends way too long inspecting the weave of it and then declaring that he likes it, so Billy counts that as a win. The entire family likes him, he thinks, so he decides to stay for a while…because honestly, it’s not so bad at the Addams house.

Gomez teaches him how to fence and how to be a good boyfriend. He has hours worth of stories about how he wooed Morticia, even though Billy quickly learns that the real story was more about love at first sight and less about winning her hand in a fight to the death. Morticia teaches Billy about communication and also how to take care of plants, which he’s surprisingly good at (Cleopatra the African strangler takes a liking to him. He learns to appreciate the strangling.)

Uncle Fester…doesn’t really teach him anything, but he’s a fun guy to have around. He figures out what all of Thing’s hand gestures and signs mean, and learns that he’s actually a formidable arm wrestling opponent, despite not actually having an arm. Cousin Itt gets easier and easier to understand as the days go by. Mama uses him as a taste tester for meals, because “this boy’s surprisingly resilient! I coulda sworn breakfast would’ve killed him, but here he is!”

Wednesday warms up to him. Pugsley thinks he’s cool. They play games like wake the dead and Billy discovers that zombies do in fact exist, and he isn’t as surprised as he maybe should be.

When new, normal people come visit, Billy takes it upon himself to be one of the first ones they deal with, because they generally do better with him than Gomez, for some reason. Billy discovers that he never has to work a day in his life if he’s involved with your family, and that’s just an added bonus, because he really, really enjoys dating you, and he enjoys how relaxed your family is about him being your boyfriend. You even get to share a room.

He settles in so well that he nearly forgets about Hawkins entirely, and it’s pretty healing for him. The stuff in your life is weird as hell, but it’s a weird he can handle. And he knows now that if his father ever comes calling, he’s gonna have a LOT more than Billy to worry about.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #Addams!reader #Billy Hargrove x addams!reader

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YANDERE ! ORIGINAL CHARACTER PROFILE : MORI BAN

PROFILE STATUS: UNEDITED

Elements of this Character Profile is STC.

Keep in mind that all my OCs in this blog are from a shared universe and that the story/character elements might change as I work on the series. Some works here are also non-canonical to the character, and as such may contain a different plot/setting/character backstory entirely.

GENERIC INFORMATION:

NAME: MORI BAN

ALIASES: BOSS, BOSS MAN, THE DELINQUENT, WIFEY, STALKER, ALBINO LION, FAILURE, MOP HAIR, MULLET MAN

GENDER: MALE

SEX: TRANS-MASC

PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

BLOOD TYPE: AB

AGE: 21 (As of 1896)

BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 28 1875

HEIGHT: 6’8” (203cm)

WEIGHT: 250 lb (113kg)

HAIR COLOR: PALE TURQUOISE

EYE COLOR: MAGENTA

SKIN COLOR: IVORY

RELATIVES : The Ban Clan

— Ban Gabrielle (Descendant)

— 11 Siblings

— Parents

OCCUPATION: MILITARY STUDENT (formerly), REGULAR STUDENT.

Featured In:

Tumblr Works / As a Yandere Character :

— Hairpin | Popped

— 1K Celebration | Underwear

(note that the earlier stories are separate from his actual lore and are the connected at all to the comics he’ll feature in nor his backstory in the overview)

Comic Series :

— Make Money Not Love!

— Midnight Darling

OVERVIEW

Main Storyline ( In the Comics ) :

Mori comes from an extremely poor background. He’s the 8th out of all 12 siblings, and was only ever given attention to due to his hair and eye color presumably given to him by Celestial Tower [more on that in future, will link a separate post explaining the Tower].

As such he was forced into school despite wanting to help out by working instead. He’s faced with great pressure to graduate and eventually join the new Reconnaissance of the Otherworld • Special Unit ( RO•SU ロ•ス ). However, his mana was found out to be corrupted and he’s quickly dispatched (killed) on site.

He is reborn many centuries earlier as a delinquent, back before the Celestial Tower’s appearance. His arc on the comic “Make Money Not Love” is about his struggles with finances and the expectations of an Asian society that places value on monetary success.

Mori is abnormally tall. He used to be AMAB in his original timeline and his height (along with his hair and eye color) carried over despite the new biological sex. His height is presumed to also have come from the Celestial Tower since such an incredible height is rare not just from his family but the country he lived in.

Due to the value put on his looks (i.e. hair and eye-color) he abhors people touching him. Afraid that even the slightest change, or damage would affect his value as a person. Even in fights he makes sure that neither gets in harms way.

As a Yandere (for x you/reader people):

Now as a Yandere, Mori is extremely materialistic. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he likes when he’s given objects of value. He’s also extremely masochistic, as he likes to get into fights or annoy people for the sake of attention.

Mori has extremely low self esteem. The slightest bit of kindness will have him falling, but that feeling is usually fleeting unless the other person maintains their affection towards him.

If you’re to be his darling, you’d need to be extremely patient or at least be resistant to teasing. He can’t help it, he does it out of love, you see?

His ideal darling would be the type to be rude when it comes to words but soft when it comes to actions. A tsundere one might say. He’s also into the cool, collected types (but it would be even better if they insulted or beat him up once in a while)

His worse match would be a shy, demure, compliant darling. He enjoys challenges, thrills. His previous life basically wired him to enjoy hardships. If the Darling gave into him easily he’d find them boring.

Is probably the only yandere I’ll ever write that’s okay with being cucked. Might even like it a little too much.

Mussy.

Sub leaning switch.

[to be added upon]

GALLERY:

[to be added upon]

©️ hana.no.seiiki | yun. please do not redistribute, repost, translate this written / painted work without credit or permission.

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buwheal · 4 months

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what are personally your favorite spamton headcanons?

OOooooh this was the wrong thing to ask me if you hate lots of letters on your screen. Get ready!!!!!! Here's my list :-) Its not organized by least to most btw im just typing everything i like lol :

puppetification theory.. AAUUUGHHH!!!!! this one is so much fun for so many reasons.

he's got a BJD (ball jointed doll) body

He's kinda an asshole

While a good chunk of his glitching is from puppetification, way more of it is from malware he's collected over like 20 years on the streets of cyber city

He absolutely feels and is aware of his glitches but he's so used to them it doesnt really bother him anymore. scratch that, it 100% does bother him that his body is actively defying him. but what can you do? :shrug:

he's like 5'1. I HATE HATE HATE seeing him the size of a toddler both because you can literally see his world sprite is the same height as kris, which is a teenager (His proportions just are unbelievably fucked up because of puppetification) and because thats just kinda weird. Something about making him so so small feels weird to me but im not sure, really. take it with a grain of salt.

He was an Email Addison. You see it everywhere. He was like a mailman or something.

He wasnt like four foot or something throuhghout his whole life, but i do imagine he was only slightly smaller than an Addison, which doesnt sound that bad except when you realize everyone else is normal height except him. Maybe it was a manufacutring bug, or maybe it was intentional for his job.

Addisons are like weird organic robots kinda. Cause everything in cyber city is made of code i imagine they are like basically sentient AI.

They (addisons) physically do not age unless their code is damaged. (Guess who's code is fucked up) They were "born" physically and half-mentally adults, and count their age based on their manufacturing date. I say mentally half because it quickly develops soon after while they do things like advertise. Their personality develops a time after.

HE IS OLD!!!!!!! HE'S AN OLD GUY!! HES GOT LITTLE WRINKLES N SHIT!!! HES GOT A GREY STRIPE!!!!!! Not really because of physical aging but its more of like a glitch tbh lol. Like a chunk glitch in minecraft. Whatever happened as his code got progressively more beat up caused a patch of his hair to register incorrectly and show up slightly wrong.

His hair is natrually white. He dyed it in his big shot era ofc, but it faded out. He keeps it colored currently with car oil and shit. Whatever he can find that will color it. It will and does wash out partially when he's drenched in the rain.

He completely refuses to acknowledge his physical changes. Glimpses he sees he ignores or passes it off as he's seeing things.

He prayed to the Neo robot because he saw the beginning of puppetification. He was praying for forgiveness or another chance. He believed it was a divine punishment because he had no other explination. He doesnt believe he changed much more than the very very early stages, and he thinks he's forgiven in his delusion. Which is why he wants the robot so bad.

When he gets mad he turns kinda red and steam comes out the side of his head in short bursts, train whistle sound effects and all. looney tunes type junk.

He has lips... but they're stretched so far because of his huge fucking brick ass teeth that it doesnt really matter at that point.

He's got a scraggly ass mullet.

he has little bitty dot eyes. Every other addison does too but they keep them closed for visual appeal. Theyre robots and shit they dont really need them to get around, even though they help a lot.

Thats about all i can think of rn!!!! ^_^ hope you enjoy that brick of text lol.

#[you've got mail!]

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tinyhuman826 · 6 months

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Pokemon (Ultra) Sun/Moon - Guzma Headcanons (General)

Listen. So what if I have a type and am a little biased. So what if maybe I had a crush on Guzma when I was 11. So what if I still do

ANYWAY ya boi Guzma is the most unserious man ever

You cannot tell me that behind closed doors he isn't goofing off like cmon

He probably pranks the Team Skull grunts every now and then

He's scared to prank Plumeria tho because she'd beat his ass

Also don't ask this man to cook. Please.

The best you'll get is a slightly charred grilled cheese or maybe ramen noodles

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU BURN THE WATER" -Plumeria probably

I feel like he likes beetles, I mean he likes bug types and honestly he looks like that type of guy

Also probably ate worms as a kid but we'll ignore that

He's been tempted numerous times to grow his hair out into a mullet

Plumeria is like the sister he never had

When they're not bossing around Team Skull they go to Hot Topic together

Look I don't make the rules that's just what they do

He "helps" Plumeria box dye her hair

Ends up painting shit on his arms like a toddler with markers

He gossips to Golisopod.

Once again I do not make the rules

He probably collects Wimpods to hand out to the grunts

"Emotional Support Wimpods"

The Wimpods end up needing the emotional support

#guzma pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon #headcanon #team skull #ya boi guzma

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robthegoodfellow · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove’s Extensive Knife Collection

Rated G - 1.5k (or read on AO3)

commissioned by @ihni for harringroveforturkey! based on a discussion of our Swedish Billy headcanons 💛

(tw for brief reference to Steve being mistaken for a sexual predator because of his shady-seeming presence at the Byers)

...🔪🔪🔪 ...

The thing was—Billy Hargrove just seemed like the type to have one or more knives on him at any given moment. Like, he gave off this general sense of imminent violence, this erratic rage simmering away under the skin. Even before Hargrove beat his head into the Byers’ floor, Steve had known the guy was pretty much always a breath from destruction. It wafted off of him like the woodsy cologne that Steve had smelled and distantly pondered moments before he stopped smelling anything for a while, on account of the bastard punching him in the nose a hundred times.

So yeah, when Steve saw him during their lunch period, a couple weeks after the thrashing, the dregs of autumn warmth barely clinging to the air—a couple weeks after Hargrove had snagged him in the hallway, thrown him against a locker and seethed I find you near my sister again and I’ll gut ya quicker n’ you can blink—a couple weeks after Steve realized he was maybe into volatile dudes and that said volatile dude thought Steve was into little girls, what the fuck—like he was saying, a couple weeks after all that, when he saw Hargrove emerging from behind the gym building, from the direction of the running track, folding a knife and slipping it into the pocket of his leather jacket, he felt compelled to investigate.

Given that Steve hadn’t yet figured out how to assure someone you weren’t a creepy predator without sounding like a total creepy predator, he waited until Hargrove was out of sight, then crossed the parking lot and peered around the corner, ventured as far as the bleachers, even—but saw no signs of a recent stabbing. No student or teacher or animal bleeding out on the ground.

So he shrugged and went back inside.

But then, over the next few days, he realized he’d never once seen Hargrove in the cafeteria since that blond curly mullet had first darkened Steve’s door. Not once. And because Steve apparently hadn’t had enough combustible encounters of late, he went looking.

The bell was about to go when he got to the bleachers—and no Hargrove. Steve had half a mind to skip next period; it was history and he hated history—so fucking boring, and he hadn’t done the homework—so when he circled to the back of the metal stands and saw something pale on the ground underneath, he happily let it draw his feet nearer.

It was… a horse. A small, roughly carved wooden horse, about the height and length of his palm. Not like, a detailed horse, just the vague shape of a narrow face, a curving neck, a stout torso, and four straight simple legs. No hooves, no tail. But still, undeniably a horse.

He thought it was kinda neat, so he took it home with him, put it on his bedside table next to the alarm clock.

The following week, when he scouted the bleachers again—driven from the lunchroom because Nancy and Jonathan had been making goo-goo eyes at each other and it was still a bit fresh, that particular wound—around the same place he’d spotted the last carving, he found a wooden… bear? Or maybe a fat dog, but the rounded ears and butt were reading more “bear.”

He took that one home with him, too. Had the silly passing thought that it was nice for the horse to have company. A friend.

It was the third time patrolling that he confirmed what some small incredulous part of him had been theorizing all along. Steve skipped lunch entirely, went the long way around to approach the bleachers from behind, stopped at a distance nonetheless.

Because there, leaning against the announcer’s booth, high up in the stands, hunched over his lap, one leg hanging loose between the slats of the seats, was Billy Hargrove.

Steve would know that mullet anywhere.

Smoke drifted above him, dissipating lazy. Occasionally the hanging leg swung a bit, sort of childlike, which was—a fucking trip. Steve stayed where he was, just watching awhile, then, not knowing what he’d do or say if Hargrove spied him spying, and not wanting to disturb his peace at any rate, he turned and walked back the long way again.

So he could just—think.

When he snuck over to the bleachers before driving home the next afternoon, curiosity getting the better of him, he learned what Hargrove had been whittling that time.

It was unfinished. Maybe he’d grown frustrated, because it was more ambitious than his previous figures: the beginnings of a bearded face, its features only just manifesting from the fine-grained block.

Nearby, half-hidden on the dirt ground, was another surprise. He would’ve missed it if it hadn’t gleamed, catching the sun precisely at the right moment, because its handle was the exact shade of the surrounding moldering maple leaves—this deep reddish brown.

A knife.

But not really the kind of knife he’d imagine in Hargrove’s possession—and not the folding pocketknife he’d glimpsed before. No, this was—an antique? Sharp blade about three inches long, and the handle this weird oblong shape, the letters WGF burned into the wood toward the base.

And maybe he should’ve left it there—because Hargrove would notice it was gone, was bound to come looking where he last had it—but Steve was selfish. A bit of a jerk.

So he pocketed both. Didn’t add them to his bedside collection, though.

No, they were still in his pocket the following day, a Friday, as he strode, heart hammering, to the bleachers, ears ringing like the lunch bell forgot to shut up.

Hargrove was already there, pacing under the stands, cursing under his breath, the dirt bare from frantic swipes.

Steve cleared his throat—and holy fuck that was a switchblade, that was a switchblade Hargrove had whipped out in one fluid movement as he whirled, the steel flashing free.

“Please don’t gut me for real!” It was choked, high and hysterical, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry—I just—” Fumbling, he reached into his coat, drew out the knife.

The moment Hargrove saw it, he darted, quick as a cat, and snatched it from limp fingers.

“I—uh, found it,” Steve finished, lamely.

Hargrove didn’t look at him, busy sliding the knife into a worn leather sheath he’d produced from somewhere in his jacket. He tucked both it and the folded switchblade back out of sight, and Steve faintly wondered just how many knives Hargrove carried on his person.

“You waiting for thanks or something?” Hargrove asked, his tone very much indicating that thanks would not be forthcoming.

“What—what is it? The knife?” Steve asked, because he did, after all, have a death wish. “It’s… important?”

Maybe he should just let Hargrove stab him, Steve thought, mentally face-palming. Put him out of his misery.

Hargrove glared at him a long moment, then—to Steve’s everlasting shock—he answered. “A sloyd knife. My morfar’s—grandpa’s.”

“Oh,” Steve said, heartened, trying to work up the nerve to—just do it. Haltingly, he drew the bearded figure from his pocket. “For—um, carving stuff?”

Hargrove stared at the misshapen block of wood, unreadable, but Steve firmly reminded himself he’d faced down monsters from a hell dimension, and soldiered on.

“Is it him? Your… morfar?” Did his best to repeat the sounds, awkward.

Hargrove blinked, still didn’t respond.

Steve waved his extended arm a bit, encouraging. “You should finish it.”

Finally, fucking finally, Hargrove reached out, took it.

Sensing he was fast overstaying his welcome, Steve backstepped, nodding sharply, and turned toward the parking lot—then jerked around again.

“I’m not a perv,” he blurted. Because there wasn’t any graceful way to say it, he’d realized, flushing hot in the cool air.

Hargrove cracked a smile, a small little thing, and Steve stupidly traced it with his eyes, riveted. “I know.” He scuffed the dirt with a dusty boot. “She said you were—babysitting.”

“Yes,” Steve agreed, silently thanking Max with his entire being. “I was. Doing that.”

And to ensure he didn’t humiliate himself further, Steve spun, marched to the school entrance without looking back.

He spent the next week avoiding Hargrove, not wanting to seem like the stalker he was in case the guy had put two and two together on the lack of discarded carvings among the leaves.

After last bell, students pouring across the parking lot en route to weekend plans, Steve trudged alone to his car, which would convey him to an empty house. His key was in the door before he saw it, perched on the windshield wiper.

A rugged face above slouching shoulders, slender waves gouged in his moustache and beard that suited the curly hair peeking beneath one of those old-fashioned caps with the short brim.

He looked up, unconsciously seeking the spot Hargrove always parked, and saw him leaning against the Camaro, staring back.

Steve smiled.

…🔪🔪🔪 …

Edited to add, in case anyone’s curious:

All about Dala horses

Carved bear looked like this

All about Sloyd/Slöjd knives

#harringrove #swedish billy #harringroveforturkey #harringrove for turkey #this was a much-needed fluffy break from the angst fic #so EXTRA thanks to inhi #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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another-goblin · 8 months

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Warning: giant text dump

1.3 is coming soon and I still can't get over how they did our dragon boy dirty in 1.2, namely the beach scene. (I feel like I'm the only person who sees it this way, so maybe I'm missing something)

(pictured: mullet gang beating up a child)

First, if we want to respect Dan Heng's wish to be seen as his own person, then DF's history is just that, some other guy's history, and DH should be judged by his own merit. So what did we know about him before he left the Express in 1.2 - he's quiet and reserved (that's cool, even small expression of emotions from this type of character feels like a revelation), he's protective of his friends (awesome), he has the past (though currently he doesn't accept it as his past, so let's say he's misattributed with somebody else's past), and he's so traumatized by some immortal murderous weirdo chasing him all arount the galaxy that he sees him in his nightmares.

His loyalty to his friends is so strong that the moment he finds out that Blade is on the Luofu, he's prepared to risk his freedom to protect his friends from Blade. So far so good, until we get to the beach scene.

He encounters Blade and engages in a fight with him for a couple of seconds, and then just stands there doing literally nothing while some brave kid fights Blade to protect DH, even though he defeated Blade many times before. Then he catches Blade's sword with his chest and turns into a cooler Daniel (which would be a nice revelation if it weren't spoiled months ago by leakers. Imagine how awesome it would be if it was a total surprise! But we can't have nice things, thanks to leakers who don't tag their leaks) So yeah, dragon, whatever.

And then he shows zero emotions! What happened? Have they forgotten to write his reaction in the script? I can only conclude that it means that he has full memories of his past self as well as the knowledge that he'll turn into a dragon if killed, so he expected it to happen. But even then I expect some reaction! I mean, it makes it so much harder for him to be just a normal human guy DH now. But nope, not even a frown. (one way I can explain it is that he knew that he'd turn into his stronger form when killed, and it'd help him to better protect his friends from Blade. There is no evidence of that in the cutscene, so I don't think that's how we are supposed to see it)

And then it gets so much worse!

It's not a game-ruining thing, it's just so baffling. Like, I'm not even disappointed, I'm confused by the writers' decision to make Dan "Step aside, I have no interest in stoking conflict" Heng to fight a child, especially when it was so easily avoidable. I mean, I genuinely appreciate all the memes and jokes that resulted from it, but good guys just don't do that! It's like 101 of being a decent person. (I hope Welt has another version of that "How not to be evil" book he gave to Luocha. DH clearly needs it)

What it feels like - imagine two high school bullies in a kid's movie, played by 35-year-old actors, beating up our child hero, played by an actual child. And these two are both MMA champions, and they don't hold back. And the kid just wanted to protect his school and his friends. And we are supposed to root for the bullies.

And let's not forget that DH came to the Luofu specifically to save his friends from Blade. But instead, he teams up with Blade to beat up a child, so that he could faster get to his friends to protect them from Blade. Make it make sense, game!

Someone could say, what was he supposed to do? Let's not forget that characters don't have agency, they do what they are written to do. And the situation develops the way it's written to develop. So the question should be, could it have been written differently? For example, he can fly now!!! He could've just left and flew to his friends while Blade is busy murdering a child! Or talk to Yanqing and explain the truth. Or dodge his attacks until JY arrives. Or just surrender - I think his friends would understand this choice (again, until JY arrives). Or literally any other way this scene could have been written.

Even if we absolutely have to have a boss fight with Yanqing for some reason - make us play as just Blade and let IL join the fight to save Yanqing, showing him that he was mistaken about IL being a bad guy. Instead Dan "I'm not him and I don't have his Awesome Ancient Powers" Heng unleashes his Awesome Ancient Powers onto a small kid.

What are players supposed to learn from this? That Dan Heng is a child beater? It's literally the first thing IL DH does, it's like his second character introduction. And what a second first impression it is. Or is it a foreshadowing of the crime DF has committed ? Did DF burn down an orphanage, fueled by his hatred of children, or something?

And for those who want to feel sad - imagine if Yanqing turned out to be a bit less sturdy. Imagine JY arriving at the scene just to witness his friends murdering his son. Imagine DH explaining to March that he was in such a hurry to see his dear friends that he absolutely had to kill her "widdle baby"

(I'm glad to see from the 1.3 trailer that he'll return to his normal form. Continuing with his theme, he can always say that it was that IL guy who nearly killed the kid, and not him)

Also, Yanqing did really well against two legendary warriors. I hope at least he'll get some character development from this.

#honkai star rail #hsr 1.2 #dan heng #yanqing #imbibitor lunae #long post #hsr spoilers #my stuff #i don't have the same problem with blade #i mean he's not supposed to be a good guy at the moment #and he's half controlled by mara half controlled by kafka #so what do you expext from him #sorry for my english

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skzthoughts · 2 years

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freckles

summery: you and felix are both bestfriends and idols. you get shipped together every time you hang out. you deny it, and felix stares at the person who tells you “the two of you should date” angerly, immediately letting goof your hand. but on a sad occasion, both of you get drunk, and something changes in your dynamic.

angst, fluff and smut

warning:(a little) unusual kinks, but nothing too extreme

not proof read, sorry for any mistakes

pt.2| my fav

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“felix, yn!” called the photographers. “kiss for us pleas!” you rolled your eyes, letting out a small laugh. “friends don’t kiss each other!” you protested. “and we’re just friends!” you were amused, used to such type of comments. felix however, wasn’t amused in the slightest. he aggressively let go of your hand, staring at the photographers in pure rage. “we’ve already said we’re just friends,” he echoed your words as they continued teasing the both of you. his voice was deeper and colder than the ocean as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine. he grabbed you by the arm, dragging you away from the photographers and into the building.

the both of you came together to an award show. he sat next to his band mates and you sat between him and chan. you were used to felix acting weird when the two of you were being shipped, but he was never so aggressive with you before.

“lix,” you whispered, placing your hand on his forearm. “you scared me today.” felix sighs, looking at you. “i’m sorry yn, i just hate it when they ship us.”

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. your heart was beating faster as yo looked at him, still visibly angry. you brushed off the feeling, reassuring yourself that you only feel this way because of the adrenaline you got when felix dragged you away.

time seemed to fly during the award show. stray kids won six awards for their new comeback, and chan was giving a thank you speech. but your eyes wandered to felix, who was standing besides him. he was dressed in beautiful black and white suit. his blonde hair was stylized into a mullet, his brown eyes now hidden behind green contacts, matching the color of your own eyes. he looked good. more than that, he looked attractive, hot. you wanted to-

your name suddenly being called brought you back to reality. stray kids were sitting at the table around you again. you looked at them wide eyed, confused.

“you won an award,” felix said gently, and you got up, rushing to the stage. you won four awards that night, in fact, but that didn’t really matter to you. you gave a quick thank you speech, looking at felix the entire time. you expected him to look at you and smile, but he turned his back to you, and you noticed how stiff he became the moment you started talking.

“is everything ok?” you asked as you came back to the table.

felix shrugs, smiling at you. “yeah, yeah. it’s fine.”

you take another look at him, but you can’t tell what’s wrong. you tell yourself it was just your imagination and get back to trying to pay attention to the award show.

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felix felt his stomach twist every time he looked at you.

looking at you made him angry. really, really angry. for years he had a crush on you. he loved you more than he ever loved himself. he loved you even more than he loved the members.

and two weeks ago, he decided to confess to you. he bought flowers, arranged a beautiful table with candles and cooked all of your favorite dishes. he thought it was the perfect way to confess.

but you never came. you stood him up. you called him later that night, apologizing. you said that you were sorry, that you forgot that the two of you had plans for tonight and instead went on a date.

felix’s heart broken at the words. you never went on a date with anyone, and neither did he. he thought you could be each other’s firsts.

tears filled his eyes when he heard how happy you were about being with someone else when he couldn’t even et you out of his head. “who- who is it? the guy you’re dating.” “yeonjun!” you exclaimed happily.

fucking yeonjun. felix couldn't believe one of his closest friends would date his crush.

“yeah, cool i guess.” he said, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. “i hope you guys will be happy together.” “jesus felix, we just went on one date. we aren’t even boyfriend girlfriend. if this is about me standing you up, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you, you don’t have to sound so sad.”

“yeah, yn. b-bye.” he sighed, dropping himself onto his bed. he spend the entire night bawling his eyes out, thinking about how he could never have you.

he still brought you the food he cooked the day after though, and tried to act as normal as possible around you. after all, his feelings weren’t your problem, they were his.

he got angry every time someone told you that you should be together because he wanted you so bad, but knew he couldn’t have you. he couldn’t even look at you without getting angry - getting angry at himself for not confessing to you sooner, for not being the one you wanted. every day his feelings for you grew stronger, and e knew he will have to be miserable and alone for the rest of his life while you got married and had the three children you wanted, one boy and two girls.

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you and felix came to your house after the show. you chose a movie to watch, and felix brought a bottle of vodka that you knew will be left mostly untouched, as you guys rarely drank much.

mid film though, you both received a text from jyp about your(separate) world tours being cancelled. you knew how excited felix was for stray kids’ tour, but you were even more excited as this was your first world tour. the tours had to be cancelled do to some recent events jyp said he’ll discuss with you later.

the both of you were devastated, but said nothing. as the movie went on, you found yourself reaching for that bottle of vodka much more than you normally would, and felix found himself doing the same.

you turned around to stare at him when the movie ended. the bottle of vodka lied empty on the space between the two of you. a tear sreamed down your face, and felix mindlessly leaned in to wipe it with his thumb.

you could feel his hot breath on you, making your heart race. and before you even gave it a second thought - your hands were in his hair as your lips were devouring his. he was frozen, not even daring to move, afraid that if he will, he’ll wake up from whatever magnificent dream this is. because that’s what it has to be, a dream. you wouldn't kiss him in real life.

you pulled away, a little disappointed at his lack of response. but felix grabbed you by the arm, turning you back around to him and touching his lips to yours.

the kiss deepened and soon you found yourself unbuttoning his shirt. you took it off of him completely, admiring his rock hard abs. “you’re so beautiful,” you said, tracing the lines of his abs. felix’s face burned hot red when he heard your words, pulling you back into a kiss.

you took of your shirt and got up to take of your skirt as felix took of his pants. now the both of you remained only in underwear.

felix carefully unclasped your bra, massaging your boobs gently. he took your left breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over your nipple wile his fingers played with the other.

you moaned, burying your face into his neck, nibbling at it lightly.

“felix,” you whispered. “i need you to fuck me, now.” felix nodded, taking of your underwear. he moved the bottle of vodka, laying you onto the couch. you got a little shy, blush taking over your face.

felix kissed your inner thighs gently. “don’t worry love, you’re beautiful.” your legs started trembling as he finally reached your clit, kissing it deeply. he sucked on your clit, feeling up your folds with his finger.

“you’re so wet for me, princess,” he said, almost hungrily. felix carefully pushed his two digits into your tight cunt, stretching you out. you moaned his name loudly. “im bout to cum lixie,” you said, feeling your orgasm nearing. felix started fingering you faster, gently biting on your clit.

you screamed his name, cumming all over his face. felix licked you clean, grabbing your legs and taking of his boxers.

your eyes widen at how big he is. he adjusts himself at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. “are you ok?” he asks, chocking down a moan.

you nod, and felix starts thrusting in and out of you slowly, moaning your name. your tight cunt around him felt magical, and he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, with you.

the two of you came almost instantly, the result of inexperience and being like this with each other. but even though he came, felix was still hard. he continued pounding into you, thrusts getting faster and sloppier.

your nails dug into his back as he roughly fucked you, making you scream in pleasure and pain as he overstimulated you. yu noticed his facial expression change after several minutes, blush spreading on his cheeks.

“umm, i kinda gotta pee,” he grunted, still pounding into you.

you didn’t care about anything. you just wanted felix to make you cum. you just wanted to make him cum. “just use me for that,” you whispered. felix’s eyes widened in shock, but he continued thrusting into you. a few moments later you felt a hot liquid spill inside of you. you moaned at the feeling. you and felix came at the same time, and this time Felix pulled out, dropping on top of you.

you were both panting heavily. “how did it feel?” he asked, hugging you tigtly.

“amazing,” you panted. “but im not sure i can walk.” felix instantly got up. he came back with a towel. he gently cleaned you up, patting your thigh when you winced.

“need me to walk you to the bathroom?”

“no, it’s alright.” you got up on your own, your legs still shaking a bit.

you came back a moment later, and you and Felix stumbled to your bed, cuddling until you fell asleep.

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a headache woke you up. for a moment you didn’t recognize your surroundings, but you started recognized your own bedroom as you started waking up. something was keeping yo in place, not allowing you to move. you looked down.

an arm was wrapped around you. a very familiar arm. you turned around, only to face felix, a very naked felix. you almost screamed when you noticed that you were naked too.

felix woke up from your movement. “morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing your forehead. all the memories from last night came back to you in a flash.

“we fucked,” you mumbled, getting up. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i cant believe we did it.”

“you regret it?” he asked, seemingly hurt.

“no- yes. i dont know!” you almost yelled. felix came behind you, givng you a back hug.

you relaxed in his arms, finally taking a moment to think things through. “so what now? do- do you want us to become friends with benefits? is that why you hated when people shipped us?” “no,” felix said. “i dont want your body if i cant have your heart. yn...” he turned you around, forcing you to face him. “i love you. not like im supposed to. i want to kiss you, and take you out on dates, and make you happy. i want to be your boyfriend. what i’m trying to say is, i’m in love with you, and i have the biggest crush on you-” you shut him up with a short peck on the lips. “i love you too, lixie. let’s date.”

an: will make a part 2 where they are on a date and stuff if thisgets at least two likes lol-😭

EDIT: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS GOT SO MUCH ATTENTION😭💖 THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. so about part 2... sorry it’s taking so long, i’m a little preoccupied with learning korean and writing(my book lol) but i’ll try my best to get it done by like, Tuesday? thank you for all the love you showed to my fic💕 it’s really motivating

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