#but ofc everyone is free to handle this however they like

[hoshigray]

Hey 🫶🏻 Can I request having sex with Sukuna when he is extremely jealous? Like reader is kinda popular and other guys always tryna flirt with her and shit (she is not interested ofc) So when Sukuna saw another man shooting his shot he needs to blow off steam by fucking you dumb 🤕 and he saying shit like “what a good little cocksucker, maybe I should record you and send this video to all those bastards, so they would know who’s dick you’re gagging on” 😭 I’m so sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore 😭

Love your works 🥰

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc ofccc !! and ty for loving my stuff~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and Sukuna are college seniors - rough sex - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - oral (m! receiving) - dumbification - choking - backshots + legs-up positions - degradation (cocksucker, dumb bitch, slut, whore) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - pet names (dove, little girl, princess, woman) - possessive behavior (it's sukuna, duh) - use of a phone; sexual photography and videography - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of tears and spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

“—Khaahh, oohhh!! Sukuna, pleasee, it hurts—Ahhhnn...!”

“Who said you’re in any position to tell me how to handle you, woman?… Fucking shit, you’re tight as hell…”

Everyone knows that you are off-limits. Knowledge of this fact is the bare minimum when dealing with the one known as “Sukuna’s girl” — no one should dare lay a finger or bat an eye on his woman. And yet, somehow, Sukuna continues to find strays that think this rule doesn’t apply to all. 

He saw it not too long ago today when a guy came your direction at the hall, concealing himself in the shadows to eavesdrop. The junior was dumb enough to invite you to some get-together, foolish enough to think he should even be speaking to the partner of the cold and intimidating Ryōmen Sukuna. 

You were the most popular girl in the class year — expected as Sukuna wouldn’t deal with someone who wasn’t [barely] on equal footing as him. However, unlike him, you carried a much kinder cadence. You greet others with sweet words, converse with professors in a mutual light, and engage with everyone with a compassionate and tranquil soul. — the complete opposite compared to your boyfriend. So, of course, it would be hard for you to turn away people when they come to you for guidance or opinions. 

In this case, you had expressed to the junior that you weren’t interested and had plans to study at your boyfriend’s apartment later. It wasn’t a complete lie, yet a respectful diversion that was expected of you and pleased Sukuna observing.

However, the dull-witted brat put his hand on your shoulder and continued to press on, emphasizing that you’d miss out on people wanting to have a good time with you. A ballsy thing to remark as if saying your boyfriend holds no priority over some boring party. Besides, the man had to stop the itch of coming out of the shadows to strangle the kid for laying his hands on you.

Nonetheless, you gracefully pushed his hand aside and apologized again for declining his offer before heading on your way. The situation was disentangled, both parties carrying on with their days. But that wasn’t enough to calm the salmon-haired man. 

Especially when you were in his apartment, protected under his gaze the entire time; you were sitting across from him at the coffee table while sorting through your coursework, unaware of the fixed look of his red eyes on your frame. Because all he could do was look at you, replaying the interaction from earlier today. 

It all angered him deeply — how the junior said your name so casually, the laughs you shared with him, and the touch on your shoulder. Everything from that moment added fuel to the fire scorching in his gut. He couldn’t relax, knowing there were still imbeciles who had the gall to act so familiar with you, his princess. 

The twitch of his brow couldn’t cease, same with the bounce of his knee – his nerves having an inner battle of maintaining a low profile. And being the caring piece in this relationship, you noticed. You blinked up to where he sat, “Is everything okay?” 

Of course not, woman. As much as he wants to put all the blame on the guy, Sukuna felt that you also played a part in this charade. To him, you were just as worse as that fucker. How could you, his precious dove, allow such trash to be so close to you? Allowing that thing to touch you was such an insult to him, downright disrespectful to the man you call your boyfriend. And the fact that you didn’t think of telling him — believing that you could keep this as a small matter insignificant to his awareness — left a sour taste in his mouth.

In his philosophy, Sukuna knew you were in the wrong as well. And for that, you would also have to be dealt with by him, to be reminded of your place in all this.

“Ohoooo! Ooof!! ‘kunaaaa, your fingersss…! Too fast, please slow—Daaahhh!!”

He’d smack your wet cunt, forcing you to grip his satin sheets. You’d instantly try to close your legs, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of that, quick to pinch the skin of your inner thigh to correct you. 

“Dumb bitch,” he throws insults, void of caring that you were on the brink of tears. He brings a hand to your throat, resulting in you gagging from your circulation being cut off. “I told you to keep those legs open. First, you let some fucker touch you, and now you can’t obey me when necessary? Do you enjoy disrespecting me like this?”

“Ahck! I–hic–I’m sorryyy,” he could feel you clench on his fingers, gripping them as if you refused to let them go.

It humored Sukuna, who effortlessly removed his digits to give your slit another harsh slap that made you gasp for air. An action proved difficult with his whole right hand constricting your airways. “Are you? How can you be sorry when you’re latching onto my fingers like a slut?” His hold on your neck goes tighter; your hands claw at his forearm, a desperate plea that doesn’t sway him. “Say it like you mean it, Y/n.”

“Khh..Ahh—Please, forgive me, Sukuna…!” Your apology came through wheezes, tears now welling up to fall on your pretty face, yet you knew it wasn’t enough. “I should have…Never let that junior tou—Mmmph! …Touch me… I’m your princess, only yours.”

A pink brow is lifted, but his expression remains unchanged. With one last slap to your leaking chasm, Sukuna lets go of your throat for you to cough and gasp as much air as you can. While you do that, he removes his turtleneck and unbuttons his dark jeans, bringing his briefs down to spring his erection out before lying back onto the pillows against the bed headboard. “Prove it then,” his voice has you turn to listen. “Suck me off the way I like it.” 

You are in no position to resent him, crawling towards him on all fours and immediately going to work. Your tongue greets his reddish-pink glans with swirls, licking his frenulum and nibbling on the skin before taking the head to your mouth. You lather his cock with your spit as you bob your head, hallowing your cheeks to take in every inch while your hand glides up and down his shaft. 

“Nnmph, fuck,” Sukuna groans at the feeling of your feverish sucks of his cockhead, your hand stroking him while you tend to him with your mouth feels too good. He peers down to watch you suck hard on his tip, and you return his gaze with a hooded look while sucking on his balls, causing him to hum. You then bring the tip back into your lips, making raunchy noises as you take his girth and lick his precum. 

“Heh, what a nasty little girl,” he comments after you exude a trail of spit onto his dick before hurriedly slurping him back inside your warm mouth. “I outta take a picture of you…No, a video is better.” He’s pleased to see your watery eyes twinkle with dread when he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket. He slides to open the camera application, “Maybe I should show that fool how such a good cocksucker you are for me.”

“S–Sukuna, please, anything but—Mmmm!” Again, no one said you were in a position to speak out of turn. Hence why, your boyfriend grabs your cheeks roughly with a single hand. Crimson eyes pierce through your fragile skin, and your figure fills with fright within milliseconds. 

“What did I say about giving me orders?” His tone is enough to send shivers down your spine, his nails denting your cheeks. “Does my woman want me to expose them for the filthy whore they are? Cause I couldn’t care less if I one day start leaking these shits and have your reputation crumble in seconds as a lesson.”

A tiny bit of you wants to believe he wasn’t serious; however, the single tear shed from your unblinking eyes tells a different conscience. You reply with a shaky breath and a quivering lip. “No, Sukuna...Please forgive me.”

He releases your chin with a push of the thumb. “Then get back to it, dove.” The sweetness of that pet name wasn’t present as he smacked your cheek with his length. You listen to him, taking him back into your throat with a euphoric mewl while cupping and kneading his balls. He sneers and presses the record button, “Just like that, princess.”

And don’t think that it ends there — because it doesn’t. 

“Ahhhnn! Oooooh, my God, ‘Kuna..’kunaaaa, I can’t—Ahahnn!”

“—Nngh, that’s right, Y/n; scream for me…Fuck, this tight ass pussy…”

Sukuna now has your face down ass up, pinning you to the satin mattress by the shoulders and hammering his bare cock right into your messy cunt. Your cries are muffled by the sheets you bite into, tears streaming down hot cheeks as your boyfriend plows himself deep side your core. The commotion coming between your sexes fills his bedroom outside of the squeals that bounce against the walls.

Your figure jolts with every thrust, Sukuna’s pelvis smacking on your ass that stings with hot skin after taking onslaughts of slaps from his hands. Your clitoris, exhausted from the constant tweaks and pinches, rests with the cool air treating the sore button. Sweat is covered all over your nude body, evidence that you and your boyfriend have been going about this for a long while, and of course, you’re getting a bit fatigued and overly sensitive to his every touch. But you know he doesn’t care; this is all for your punishment.

Sukuna throws your butt another smack, having your vaginal walls instinctively contract around his girth. He hisses with a grin, “Damn, I love seein’ you like this.” His eyes trail down from your sweaty shoulders, following your spine and hips, down to your ass, where he sees the insertion of his dick being swallowed by you. Seeing the white, soapy ring shielded around his cock makes him bite his lip. “All sore and dirty for me…Mmmph, gripping on me like a slut, going dumb on my cock.”

His hips then propel erratically, having your howl with eyes shooting up. You were too far gone to think of proper thought, with your brain churned into mush and your head pounding nonstop. The heat on your face is just as unbearable as the throbbing sensation down south. Your trembling legs try so hard not to give in and slump, yet you can’t lie; you’re tired, sore, and sticky all over. 

“Nmaahh! OhhhJesussss, ‘kuna, pleaseeee, lemme cummm—Mmaahh!” Another smash to your ass, followed by a pinch to your clitoris to juxtapose with the slow strokes he uses to massage the delicate spots of your walls.

“Why do you think I should let you cum, woman?” He swipes on your clit, listening intently to the whines that climb higher with the brush of his finger. 

Your words come out in slurs, yet you must answer to him. “I’m shorryy, I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck…do you wrong. Yer the only man who can touch me, wound me,” You peer over your shoulder to see Sukuna, an action that has him release your clit and hear what you have to say. “And love me…just as I love you, and only you. No one else can have me like you…Hahhh, I’m yours, both in mind and body…” Salmon brows furrow as you continue. “I love only you and want only you to touch me, ‘Kuna..Please forgive me, I won’t do it again…”

He was already sold once you turned to look at him, you little minx. Your watery eyes suddenly struck his heart — you are the only thing in the world that could do that, his little dove. He can tell by your heaves and pants that you wish to rest, that you had enough of his lesson and want to be in his embrace. 

However, no unpleasant deed shouldn’t go unpunished. Within a second, Sukuna has you flipped on your back with your legs brought up to his left shoulder. He brings out his phone once again, swiping to put on the camera after inserting his length back inside you.  “Hey, princess,” he calls to you. “Why don’t you say hello to the camera for me? Want something to look back to.”

You gulp with a dry throat, sheepishly smiling at the camera phone. “Hello, I’m Y/n—Ooohh!!” He surprises you with more ruts to your chasm, clamping onto him as if your life depended on it. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He calls out to you with a steady breath, as if his pelvis wasn’t poisoning deep to grind your insides to evoke pretty moans to escape puffy lips. 

“Hahaaa!! I—Hnnph..I belong to Sukuna Ryō–hic…men…”

“Who does this pussy belong to, Y/n?” Ruts become harsher with every word.

“—Mmoohhh, fuuuhuck, it’s yours, only yoursss,” you voluntarily take up your legs and hold them from behind your knees, bringing them to your chest. “Me and this pussy belong to only Sukuna, no one else can touch me…!”

Sukuna pans the phone down to the union of his dick, moving to and fro from your slit. The white essence painting both sexes was making an erotic mess, strings of his come covering his girth with every push and pull. He chuckles to himself. “This right here is all mine, ya hear?” He looks at you to see you nod your head hurriedly. “Don’t you ever forget that, understand?” You nod again, clenching around him when he drops the phone and leans towards you to place his hands on yours.

It’s here that he finally finishes with you, pounding his hips into you as hard as he can. Your voice gets higher and higher, your headache getting intense with the ruts on your cunt. And with how he stretches and grazes your walls? Jesus, it was terrible to control yourself, your orgasm increasing by the second. “I wanna cumm, ‘kunaaa, let me cum on you, pleaseee….!!”

“Heh, desperate to tighten some more for me, huh.” He adds more weight onto you, forcing you to submit to him. You shudder under his bow, “You may now cum, dove.” 

As if on command, you let yourself loose and allow the climax to finally be free, wailing during yet another crescendo as your vagina flutters around him for the fourth time that night. And Sukuna relishes the feeling of you tightening on him, doing excruciating slow strokes to enjoy the moment. 

“Hmmm, that’s it, just like that…Remember this, princess,” He bends down to lick the tears on your cheeks before kissing them. “Know your place.” He then brings the phone back up to close this session.

“Now smile for me.”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

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[yxami]

Idea of a yandere who is bullied by his darling, a sadistic reader. The reasons why the yandere enjoys being mistreated by his darling, is bc he’s masochist and obviously, a yandere crazy of love for the reader :3

The yandere it’s soo delusional, like, reader pushes him hard in the school hallways, and he thinks it's because reader accidentally bumped into him, and ofc, he gets to shake like a maniac from the interaction with his beautiful (she’s not. Is a fucking bully with everyone on the school) and perfect darling.

I want a really toxic reader so badly!! A reader who abuses, manipulates, and mistreats. There is no apparent reason for her sadism, the reader is that kind of person who was born violent.

I love that you made your request long! This idea is adorable I couldn’t help but make the writing a lot about his little delusion’s. If he becomes an oc I’m planning to call him Caleb but if anyone has a better sounding name then feel free to say it in my inbox!

Description: yandere masochist x female reader, heavy delusion, bullying, yandere themes, abusive themes, manipulation, insults, lots of cursing if anyone’s wondering, etc etc.

You always knew you were someone who struggled with anger. You made no effort to fix yourself, why did it matter? If someone told you that you were rude as hell and you were going to end up alone you’d grace them a punch to the face and flip them off telling them they were fucking stupid.

Sure you had a lot of issues even more than anger ones but if you couldn’t care less about your anger then why would you care about the rest? It’s others who have to fix themselves to fit your standards!

Nobody had the confidence nor heroic traits to stop you for what you do. So you just terrorized the school without consequences. Teachers would say something every now and then but your father was the biggest donor to the school’s funds so they kept quiet.

Living that plush spoiled life didn’t help with your attitude. You were never taught that it was wrong so why does it matter?

“It matters because you’re out of fucking line! Jesus, you’ve been picking on that kid for a month!” A friend of yours was now retaliating against you for bullying a kid who practically asked for it.

“Oh shove your guilt up your ass, you’re acting like you didn’t bully the shit out of that kid too!” You pushed your friend, agitating them further.

“Tch, whatever. When you’re rotting alone, you’ll see how fucked up you are” Your friend stormed off, nobody caring enough to see the loud bickering that had just ended.

“Stupid bitch, acting all morally now” You cursed under your breath. You spotted two pathetically familiar eyes that you would always find landed on you.

You had to let out your anger somehow. You charged towards him and he held his books close to him but didn’t say anything nor flee, he never did.

You were coming up to him! Were you gonna ask for homework answers! You were so cute when you were stubborn about getting them! Sometimes you would get a little irritated so you would slam him against lockers. He loved when you did that, he loved every inch of attention he got from you. You must’ve known he loves when you slam him against something in a loving way!

“The hell are you looking at?” You grabbed the collar of his shirt pinning him against the cold metal lockers. He was probably the most fucking annoying and relieving person to go to when you were angry. A little doll that you could treat however you wanted and would never leave the confinements of your desired place for it.

“N-nothing!” He tried to cover the blush on his face. He was so embarrassed you were so close! You must want to be more affectionate with him! It’s been about a month since you started focusing your attention onto him! You must be ready for the next step, he was just so worried he wouldn’t be able handle it!

“You sure? Cause I saw you staring at me and my friend. Do you have something to say?” Your icey cold glare was scanning the intent behind this stupidly submissive classmate.

“J-just.. uhm.. I—“

“Speak up, stop stuttering like an idiot” You held onto his shirt tighter and pulled him closer to you. He seemed even more scared from what you saw. If only you saw that he was sweating and blushing under your warm touch! His thighs felt like jello under your influence!

The bell rung and all students had returned to their proper classrooms. All but you and your unfortunate victim. Time passed slowly in his eyes, his books had already fallen out of his hands, all that was needed was for him to speak.

“I just noticed that the two of you were arguing! That’s all” He managed to ramble his words out before you let go of his collar. He was much more relaxed without you so close to his face. He probably wouldn’t be able to handle another second of your touch!

“That’s none of your fucking business, so stop eyeing me like some stalker.” You poked in the middle of his chest, emphasizing your words that clearly told him to fuck off. You would never want your favorite victim to actually go away though, then who would you tease and torment when you were bored!

He was so happy you insisted you didn’t need his supervision! You were always an independent woman! He was just watching because he was annoyed about that friend having the audacity to speak out against you! He was obviously going to always stalk and watch you but you didn’t have to know even if you asked him not to!

“O-okay! I’m so happy that you noticed me! You haven’t said anything to me all day so I was worried.. that you were mad at me!” He laughed off his worries. He honestly thought you were ignoring him! He frowned at the idea earlier once it popped up in his head. But look at you! Talking to him and touching him… He was so silly for thinking that.

“You’re so creepy and stupid, you’ll never understand what I’m doing to you, huh?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question, you wanted an answer, and you knew you were going to get one.

He knew you were upset because of the homework answer he gave you! He didn’t do well because he was too distracted with your beautiful stare on him while he worked on it.

“You’re so pretty when you scold me! I promise I’ll further my studies so you’re impressed! I know the C I got on the homework assignment wasn’t good but it was because—“

“I’m not talking about the homework! I’m talking about me bullying you. Are you dumb or just deaf?” You grabbed his shirt again, pulling him closer. You relished in his reaction, finding it funny.

“I don’t mind! I love you and I don’t care how you treat me!” He fawned over how close your face was. He felt his cheeks warm up and he couldn’t help but squirm a bit.

“Really? Would you do anything for me?” You leaned towards him and let go of his shirt. His back pressed against the lockers and his blush grew.

“Yeah! Anything!” It was like god himself blessed him knowing that he would love to prove his love for you by granting you anything you wanted. No matter if it meant getting his hands dirty.

Your question was nerve racking though! Were you going to initiate something? Right here?! That’d be so embarrassing for his first time to happen in a school hallway but he would do that for you! Even if it was crazy, he was crazier after all!

“Tch, yeah right. Fucking idiot” You mumbled pushing him aside and walking off in the opposite direction to your class. You’d probably get scolded by your dad for being tardy since your teacher couldn’t be bothered to do that.

You decided to cut the bullying short because of that. Maybe you’d ask him to run some errands for you tomorrow, even though you had butlers for that. It was much more enjoyable to see his frantic face.

His hands caught his fall as he was pushed aggressively by you. His heart was beating out of his chest, soaking in all of the events that just happened. His eyes did not waver and were pinned against your disappearing figure.

He loved you so much it hurt to see you walk away, but god was it amazing to sense that feeling after you’ve pushed and insulted him. He could feel a tent pitch up in his pants. He had to deal with this since you weren’t quite ready to bless him with help.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #delusional #delusional yandere #yandere delusions #bully reader #yandere masochist #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere imagines #manipulation #female reader #fem reader #calebmyoc

[ghoulxflame]

Hantengu Clones Human AU

I do not not know who the artist is if you do please tell me

Sekido

-Sekido is definitely the oldest brother. He would be 23 Years old born on April 5. His height is 186 cm

-He is known for his anger issues, and perfectionism. It’s not his fault now is it?

-Sekido being the oldest had more responsibilities than his younger brothers. All of that as well as the pressure from his father made him develop anger issues of his own. Including genetics ofc. His brothers would just not understand

-He is the leader, making every decision for the well-being of his brothers. His brothers would always say that he’s too controlling for that.

-Sekido is definitely an A star student, At home he would either study or do some chores. Urogi calls him a party pooper

-At school he was quiet. Always minding his own business and spent his time studying in the library. He didn’t really have much friends because he viewed everyone as incompetent idiots. They were all so infuriating to him. However if someone did piss him off tho he would go all crazy at them.

-He cares about his Physical health. There are days where he would go on carbs free. Junk food were definitely a no for him, however Urogi once ordered some pizza and caught Sekido eating it. Sekido denied as much as he could but couldn’t fool Urogi. He goes to the gym 4 times a weak as he cares about strength. Sekido really hates being weak

-Sekido defently cares about hygiene. He is sort of a clean freak. Always yelling at his brothers for not tidying up their rooms well and if they make any part of the house untidy. Yikesss.

-He takes a shower once a day. He’s always screaming “die you stupid germs” while washing himself. He likes to wear robes as he sees them to be elegant. He never walks around the house barefoot. He must always wear footwear to not dirty his feet.

-When Sekido is upset he starts acting opposite of his normal personality. It scares everyone. Once Sekido was really upset so he started food binging for days. His brothers thought he was possessed

Karaku

-He just screams second oldest to me. I’d say that he is 21 years old. His birthday is on July 25. His height is 187 cm

-Karaku is known for his playful personality. He was always seeking for new things. He’s barely serious which made their father always yell at him.

-Out of all the brothers he gets along with Urogi the most because he has similar desires as him. However sometimes he views Urogi to be too much to handle, even for himself

-Karaku definitely picks on Aizetsu. He just finds it pleasurable to tease him. Sometimes when he is bored and got nothing to do he would just pull a prank on Aizetsu and record it. Then play the video for like 10 times and laugh at it each time.

-Karaku also loves teasing Sekido. Pissing him off is interesting to him. He always has to run from Sekido though.

-He is really good with the ladies. He dated many of them. A lot of people find him to be a player and not care about the girls he date but really the last girl he broke up with him made him shed some tears. This is something he would never admit tho. Aizetsu is the only one that knows about this since he walked on him accidentally while crying but Karaku blackmailed him.

-Karaku is not a school person. He skips classes from time to time and he barely studies. He is really good at cheating. He has been cheating ever since middle school and never got caught once.

-Karaku dislikes clothes. Especially in summer. He would walk around at home without them if he could but Sekido would just not allow it. Plus there’s a kid roaming in the house. So he tends to walk around with pants only since shirts make him hot. When he is outside he wears baggy clothes to prevent the heat.

-Man defently lives in the gym. He is at the gym 24/7. He takes care of his physical appearance way more than sekido.

-He also cares about hygiene, he takes a shower 3 times a week. He also owns many hair products and has a skin care routine.

-Karaku always takes the longest in the bathroom. Whether he is taking a shower, using the toilet or is getting ready for the morning he always stays in a lot. No one knows what he is doing in there that takes so long but this always causes fights with Sekido.

Aizetsu

-Aizetsu is after Karaku being 19 years old. He was born on February 16. His height is 184 cm

-He used to hate his birthday as it would get overshadowed by Valentine’s Day which made him sad but as he got older he kinda accepted it.

-Aizetsu is known for his quiet and introverted behavior. He is sometimes called emo by Karaku which annoys him as he isn’t emo.

-As he was growing up their father was a bit harsh on him so that made him a bit shaky and doubtful of himself but he is learning to be more confident in himself.

-Aizetsu is the true middle child. Always being yelled at and picked on by Sekido and Karaku and annoyed by Urogi and Zohakuten.

-He saves up so that he can move out and live on his own away from his brothers.

-Aizetsu has a gf which is the second kindest person towards him after his mother. He would always tell her about everything that bothers him including his brothers and would always get comforted by her. He loves her so much

-Aizetsu shares a room with Zohakuten which is very annoying as Zohakuten studies till 3 am making Aizetsu unable to sleep well.

-I headcanon Aizetsu to be a video gamer where he would always stay up till 5 am on weekends and play games. Of course that would cause fights with Zohakuten

-Urogi is the nicest towards Aizetsu out of all his brothers. Although he annoys him sometimes but he doesn’t pick on him like the others. Instead he always cheer on him and encourages him to be more extroverted.

- Aizetsu has a sad playlist and he would always listen to sad songs when he is in a bad mood and sometimes he would cry as he is listening to it.

-Aizetsu definitely owns a diary. Although he doesn’t think of it as a diary rather, a book where her gets to write down all his misery to. Urogi once caught him writing in it but he begged him not to tell anyone. Urogi accidentally spilled it out to Zohakuten. But Zohakuten couldn’t care less

Urogi

-Urogi is the 4th Hantengu brother. Being 18 years old. He was born on March 30. He is 183 cm

-The most hyped and energetic Hantengu brother. All of them thought he was adopted once

-Urogi definitely sleeps in. He is always the last one to wake up. He usually wakes up at around 4 pm.

-Urogi absolutely despises studying.. Sekido would often tutor him by force and would smack him on his head with a ruler if he got an answer wrong. He even gets tutored by Zohakuten sometimes which he finds a bit embarrassing.

-Urogi is a party animal. He has like 50+ friends always being invited to parties. He would always bring Karaku with him. He once asked Sekido to come with him but regretted as he almost banned him from going to parties and once he brought Aizetsu by force so that he could socialize but also regretted it since Aizetsu was a total mess at the party. So Karaku is the only one he allows to tag along with him now

-Urogi is the least hygienic out of the brothers. He would take a shower once every 2 weeks. Sekido always yells at how smelly he is and drags him all the way to the bathroom to take a shower.

-Urogi shares a room with Karaku which he usually don’t mind since he sees him as his best bud. But his only problem is that Karaku tends to bring ladies a lot to their room and would always wake Urogi up and kick him out.

-Urogi doesn’t go the gym as he finds it boring. He joined a lot of actives instead.

-Urogi owns a pet hawk. He keeps it in the balcony because Karaku would fight him everytime it gets into their room. Urogi trains his hawk to do all kind of tricks including flying around and stealing the neighbors food for fun or even chase them, he finds it so funny

Zohakuten

-Zohakuten being the youngest is 13. He hates being the youngest so he acts older than his age. He was born on August 11. His height is 152 cm

-Zohakuten is a child prodigy. He is really good at almost everything he does especially in school. The kids are all jealous of him. Sometimes he would get into arguments with the math teacher on calculations and he would always turn out to be right leaving the math teacher humbled

-Like Sekido he doesn’t have friends as he finds all people to be atrocious villains. Always doing stuff in order to get something in return.

-A lot of girls have a crush on him but he rejected all of them. He even once called a girl the B word which got him sent to the principal’s office

-Zohakuten is very strict on himself. He could be even more strict than Sekido. He finds fun and partying to be meaningless and for fools. He has a proper and healthy food life. He never eats junk food just like Sekido. He says that it is made to brainwash people into paying money and gaining weight.

-Zohakuten looks up to Sekido but he would never admit it and would never show it. He keeps it to himself. He thinks Sekido is the least pathetic out of his older brothers.

-He shares a room with Aizetsu and he completely hates it. He would always catch Aizetsu crying while listening to music and would insult him and tell him to shut up.

-Zohakuten owns 3 Armadillo Girdled Lizards, He takes good care of them. Whenever Aizetsu stays up late playing video games and not allowing Zohakuten to study. He releases them to attack him as Aizetau fears them. He also releases them to attack Urogi when he annoys him

-Zohakuten sometimes watches cat videos when he has nothing to do . He really likes cats. But he would rather die than have someone find out about this.

-Zohakuten is on the volleyball team. His teacher forced him to join in order to socialise more with the others. He hated it at first since it involved team work but ended up really liking it. He lost a game once that got him devastated for a week

#anime #demon slayer #kny headcanons #hantengu #hantengu clones #aizetsu #karaku #sekido #zohakuten #kny urogi #kny douma #muzan kibutsuji #akaza #giyuu tomioka

[ryuichirou]

I wanna know more about your prison au like who are the inmates and who are the guards. Not to mentioned the story and their crimes.

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Anonymous asked:

OKAY NEED MORE PRISON AU TWST BECAUSE IT'S MY FAVORITE AU OF YOU GUYS

I need to know who is exactly prisoners and who are the wardens...

And the esetting for the au... Please...

SPARE THIS POOR 💙 ANON THE PRISON AU MEAL!!

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(This reply is written by Katsu uwu)

Thank you for your keen interest in this AU, Anons! <3 As we’ve already mentioned in this reply, it’s actually just a setting for any characters to be either the inmate or the warden, so they can be switched any time for flexibility. However, I think that now there’re certain circumstances that make characters lean towards their specific role + it’s just easier for me to imagine them in this universe, so I can name their positions and reasons for being in jail more confidently. I guess I just got inspired enough to write something. Still, there might be a chance where we post a fanart of this AU and it’s totally different from what I’ve written here lol Sorry

Let’s start with Heartslabyul. All of them are wardens, because they’re here to follow Riddle’s orders. It just suits them, you know? So weird. I wonder why... They also look so sexy in a uniform, all of them.

Riddle is the main reason this AU exists because nothing suits him more than being a warden. The way their whole dorm is about discipline just makes them perfect for this setting. He is that strict... upper warden?? idk, their (other warden boys, I mean) superior, so he is especially pressed about keeping order and having a good reputation. No one is allowed to break the rules, be it inmates or wardens, and if he catches you, he’s going to be mad. Everyone is informed of his temper, and his punishments are severe, although always in line with the existing rules. He never oversteps boundaries.

Trey is another warden, but he also might be a cook? Idk. He’s good at handling prisoners and can actually scare them off quite easily if he wants to, but he tries to keep the appearance of a nice guy. One time he joked about looking so intimidating without glasses, that if anyone other than inmates saw him, they might confuse him with a prisoner and put him in jail lol

Cater is just your typical warden, there’s nothing to see here... or is there? Sometimes he gets in trouble for uploading photos to Magicam, because those are selfies from the restricted areas.

Ace is an asshole and pisses Riddle off by accidentally fucking something up sometimes. He’s also one of those wardens that help prisoners out by smuggling things and bringing items to prison in the first place. Not for free, ofc. He’s an annoyingly sly guy, but he’s rather harmless even by Riddle’s standards.

Deuce is like the opposite of that. He’s so happy and proud to have such an honorable job that his mother is certainly happy about so he can’t make mistakes at any cost. Unfortunately, his partner is Ace, who’s hiding his shenanigans from Deuce, so Deuce is about to learn a lot of new things. Deuce is also pressured by his previous life, like “Wow, I could’ve been on the opposite side of the bars”, so he’s extremely conscious about it and feels ashamed of himself quite often. He really likes it when inmates regret their mistakes and genuinely want to start a new life after being released.

Leona is that guy who’d fuck you over so you get sent to prison for his crime... right, Ruggie? But he’s nice enough, so you get a sentence not so bad as the crime Leona’s actually committed. Which is stupid, because he’s a prince and can bribe himself out of almost any situation. That’s why he’s not in this AU at all – that and because we don’t care about him lol But he’d be an inmate, and his crimes would have been (attempted?) murder of his brother and, if you feel extremely violent today, attempted murder of his nephew. Not only that, but he’s the mastermind who organised both of those things and involved a bunch of people, so his punishment is going to be extremely severe.

Poor Ruggie is sitting in jail for some dumb shit and is going to be released soon. It’s not his actual crime, he’s done plenty of other things, so this sentence is like a cakewalk for him. A vacation from Leona, you can say, plus Ruggie gets bonuses from him when he’s free again! Ruggie mostly does stuff like stealing, pick pocketing, trespassing, selling and buying illegal stuff, smuggling, this type of things. So he’s in jail for one of those things, and thank god the judges didn’t know about the rest...

Jack is a very diligent prison warden. He’s insanely strong, very acute to what’s going on, so you need to be very quiet around him, otherwise he’ll hear about your escape plan very easily (same happens if you try to dig your cell with a spoon or something). The amount of times he caught inmates on the verge of escaping is the biggest one in the prison. He takes his job seriously and believes in law, which is the worst combi for prisoners. Even though he’s a very nice guy, he would be sus if any of the inmates tried to talk to him out of nowhere.

The next bunch is very interesting, because the entire Octavinelle is mafia. There’s no way around it, they’re all criminals, but it would be stupid of them to get caught and not get away by any possible means, right?

Azul is the mastermind behind everything that’s been going on outside. He surely wouldn’t be in jail, because hell, his plans are so calculated that it’s almost impossible for him to be caught off guard. He’s cautious, planning, and his schemes almost achieve perfection. Even if after so many years of his “business” he’d get a sentence, pretty sure he would spend it in the luxury of his own mansion. He’s a criminal, who, if luck is on his side, is going to gain some useful influence inside the jail – both among directors/governors/wardens and inmates. There’re many notorious names in this prison that he’d like to help out because of his benevolence. That’s his role in this AU.

His right hand Jade is there to help him out, of course. One time because of his love of chaos he’d get sentenced to a couple of years instead of Floyd out of his own desire. Plus, it’s nice to take a rest from Azul from time to time and explore new locations and people and learn about this prison from inside out. His sentence would sound very innocent compared to the things that he actually does on a regular occasion, and he’d love to see mortified faces of people on the trial if they found out... Such a pity he can’t tell them. So for now he’s there for... let’s say stealing. Innocent enough.

Floyd is Azul’s go-to for quickly getting rid of some annoying investigation before he figures out how to halt it completely and, if possible, bribing and buying new people into his net of influence. Floyd expected his first experience in prison to be terrible because of the curfew, the rules, those annoying commands all the time, but he found tons of interesting stuff, so he had a pretty good time there. His sentences are always something light, so when people hear what he’s for, they never believe it – Floyd looks like a bloody murderer, there’s no way this guy just stole a couple of hundreds of madols and didn’t kill anyone in the process. Sometimes Floyd gets captured simply because he’s not in the mood for running away from the police, and it pisses Azul off so fucking much. He fucks up almost ten of his plans at once by doing this.

Kalim is a prison warden. He’s very friendly, easy-going, naive and ready to listen to anyone’s worries and concerns. He believes everyone is here to become a better person and definitely to start a new life after their time is over, so he’s easy to fool. He’s that perfect warden to smuggle stuff around without him noticing anything, and if you get caught by him, there’s a high chance that he’s going to let it slide a time or two, but you have to be very convincing with your innocence act and say that you regret your actions. He clearly doesn’t belong in this position, and him being in prison is off for everyone who knows him. Why is he there?

Jamil, on the other hand, is a perfect inmate. He’s sly, he’s cunning, he looks nice and cute in front of the wardens and the way he behaves is almost too good to be true, which makes more intellectually gifted wardens uneasy. They’re right, because the amount of things in Jamil’s power in prison is insane. He’s probably one of the most influential people among inmates, and most of that is anonymous, so he’s safe. He’s cautious and manipulative, and that makes Kalim a perfect, although a very easy victim for that, tbh. He’s in jail for something trivial, but his crimes are worse than that.

The other plot for Scarabia boys is Kalim fucking something up and Jamil taking the blame to protect Kalim and his name. Then he can also take a break from his hard life as a servant... wow people go to jail as a vacation in this au lmao

Pomefiore... huh. I guess I can see them in both scenarios, but I’ll start with the one we drew a comic about.

Vil is an inmate. His sentence? Poisoned a guy. He’s actually poisoned many more, but then his sentence would be way too long if people found out, and this terrible dry air and not so great conditions are going to contaminate his beauty beyond repair. He was caught by accident, he didn’t plan to go to prison unlike a lot of guys on this list, but he’s going to escape pretty soon. He doesn’t really talk to many people and prefers to spend his time alone, reading and being as unapproachable as possible, but a lot of guys are charmed by him, and he has minions here and there who are ready to obey any of his orders. Even some wardens can’t escape his charm...

... like Rook, for instance. He’s one of the best prison wardens, being able to sense anyone’s escape attempts just as well as Jack can, which says a lot. He’s very attentive, but very secretive, and you never know what’s going on in his head, so inmates try to avoid him. He loves it when they try to escape though because of his whole hunter shtick. However, he miserably had a crush on Vil when they transferred him to the prison, and now Rook is completely at his mercy. He’ll quit his job the next day Vil is free to follow him to the end of the world.

Vil’s seriousness and attitude would make him a perfect warden who can control inmates not only by his harsh orders, but also impeccable looks. A fuckton of inmates want to fuck Vil, tbh.  Rook is one of them, for example. He’s that wild, uncontrollable beast who’s going to be tamed by Vil’s gorgeousness. Upon hearing that, Vil isn’t going to be happy, but he’ll be surprised by how non-barbarian and educated Rook actually is. It’s so weird for Vil that he chose the life of a criminal, but Rook can’t suppress his desire for hunting. He was caught red-handed killing someone, but his murder count is insanely high in reality.

Epel is somewhat tough to decide as well, but his situation is going to mirror Vil. So if Vil is an inmate, so is Epel, and the same with wardens. He’s a very diligent warden who has troubles with making inmates listen to him because of his appearance and cute looks, and he often thinks that this job is not for him. He used to yell at prisoners and threaten them, but when Vil became his superior, Epel had to start ordering people around more gracefully, and he’s not happy about it. Vil thinks that Epel can’t act the way he used to and that as a prison warden he needs to set an example of a proper, lawful citizen for the inmates, but Epel’s troubled past and his complexes don’t let him let go of that part of himself. Something similar happens when Epel is a prisoner – just because he’s in jail doesn’t mean he can act any way he wants and behave like a spoiled child and cause troubles. Epel’s crime is probably hooliganism, public disorder, property damage/vandalism or something along those lines.

Idia is the prison’s technician. He’s somewhat of a prison warden, but he usually spends all his time inside his room with a bunch of monitors and computers, from which he watches anime, plays videogames, and serfs the net monitors inmates’ activity, of course. Sometimes he allows himself to eat cup noodles, he doesn’t hoard them there at all. He’s quite comfortable in his little safe space and doesn’t like to leave it, but he has to from time to time – he’s not only responsible for the surveillance (he’s obviously not the only one with this job), his task is also to code and check the security system in the prison. So gates, alarms, notifications, lights, servers and other stuff are also on him. He prefers to work distantly, so these conditions are almost perfect for him, and he doesn’t have to go anywhere that much. He’s pretty scared of both the inmates and his fellow wardens and doesn’t want to talk to any of them. However, because he tends to sneak out of his room at night to work in the server room and walk around, inmates can instantly recognise him because of his glowing hair. Nevertheless, he’s such a rare sight that for most prisoners he’s more of a rumor. Some people had been in this prison for years and haven’t seen anyone even remotely resembling Idia.

Ortho is there to support his niisan. Mostly mentally and so that he wouldn’t feel alone. We can play with Ortho in this AU, as his pre- and post-chapter 6 selves are slightly different, and in the first case he’d just be that robot boy who can shoot you on sight and is technically his own alarm system and a little flying prison warden. In the second case, Ortho will be much more into the role of a proper prison warder, taking his own shifts and patrolling the cells and stuff. He’s more dangerous than Jack and Rook despite his innocent look and seemingly naive disposition, which is a common mistake for new arrivals. He sent quite a few people in the infirmary for breaking the rules and trying to attack a prison warden (this warden is him, of course). In both scenarios he would bring Idia stuff he’d asked, so people would actually see Ortho more often than Idia. Idia doesn’t feel comfortable with leaving Ortho alone with those brutes, though.

Malleus... doesn’t really fit in this AU at all. He’s a king, so he should be put into something more appropriate than that. Since there’re characters who don’t really appear either as wardens or prisoners, I think it’s okay to say that he’s one of those. However, he’s closer to being a prison warden, easily making every cellmate tremble at the sound of his name. He’d actually quite enjoy that, maybe he should try being one sometime :)

Lilia is an inmate. I’ve been talking about how a lot of wardens are very dangerous, and, well, Lilia is the most dangerous inmate in the prison. His sentence is lifelong (heh), his crimes are blood chilling, but what the court doesn’t know is that they didn’t even scratch the surface on his trial, judging him rather lightly in Lilia’s eyes. He’s so much more worse than that. He’s a war criminal, a general, a fae, and all of those things together make him the worst being ever. Inmates usually learn very fast that his cute face is very misleading and that his “mass murder” sentence is not a joke. Wardens are also wary of him, although he never attacked anyone and has been very nice and playful with them. And the best thing? He can leave the prison any time he wants. He literally can escape so easily it’s almost a joke that would put Idia’s security system to shame, but we can’t all be winners. He can, though. The fact that it’s a magic prison wouldn’t even help to hold him down. He can kill every single person in the prison within ten minutes, if he wants to. Why is he in prison? Because it seems fun to him, at least for now.

Sebek is such a prison warden. I feel like I can just leave it at that, and we all can envision his behaviour perfectly without me describing it. His constant yelling, his annoying orders, his condescending view on the scum of the earth just work themselves nicely into his prison AU self. Other wardens aren’t his huge fans, because Sebek has his own idea of how wardens should behave, and most of the other wardens fail to hold this image, so he constantly gets on their nerves as well. He’s rather unlikable.

Finishing up with Silver, another obvious warden. Responsible, serious, but slightly with the naive type of guys that we have. He’s closer to Deuce in terms of thinking that committing a crime is a shame, but he wants everyone to realise their mistakes and come out of the prison as a better person. He’s also very stunning to look at, so that inmates can joke that some of the wardens they have can be models, and he’s surprisingly strong.

How does this work with Lilia being his father? No idea, honestly...  Might think of something later.

#replies #our aus #prison warden au

[diabunnies]

INCOMING NEW MAIL!

"BLLK DRIVING HEADCANONS" from DIA!

CONTENT AHEAD IS...

sfw! no implied romance between characters however ur free to take it however u read it!

i lub driving n ive been thinking abt this 4 a liddol bit 2 long now so here goes! a lot of these hcs are inspired by ppl ive been in a car with!

drive safely y'all ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ pls do not be like these ppl (heavy on shidou!!!)

SHIDOU RYUSEI

thinks he's an F1 driver on the streets... i don't mean the professional F1 drivers btw! i mean the "F1" drivers everyone pretends to be in the arcade car simulators. also broke his car speakers from how loud his music is

probably has attempted to do a wheelie with the car more than once before... has had numerous points docked off his license for the stupidest reasons (ie going round a roundabout [the full 360] over and over and over again)

always forgets to turn his lights on at night and attempts to fight the officer that pulls him over. idk how he got his license (he didnt. it's fake but he doesn't know u know it's fake).

ITOSHI SAE

is absolutely silent. sorry if u were expecting more from him but when he's in the car he's iust but i like to think that its a comfortable kind of silence! sometimes he makes small talk but he rlly just prefers calmness be driving is one of the rare opportunities where he gets a bit of a break from his high action lifestyle :(

sae gives me the impression of someone that listens to podcasts and instrumental music over other genres ?? doesn't rlly mind (read: care) if u handle music but don't expect him to breakout into a song

drives one handed bc he is the only mf here that drives stick and for this reason he secretly thinks he's better than everyone for it

BAROU SHOUEI

drives like an aggressive senile person ?? whenever ur in the car w him u'd think he got his license during the industrial revolution bc he goes off the most outdated rules in the handbook

like this dude does not believe in using indicators on the roundabout ("bc the cars should already know where i'm going based on the direction or my wheel!").

u always apologise to the car u nearly crashed into be he cuts ppl off ("i should've been given right of way!!") at intersections

ITOSHI RIN

listens to edgy ahh fuckin music icl! also doesn't talk most of the time but what sets him apart from sae is that the silence is very awkward... any attempt at making conversation by u is met with nothing but soul crushing silence

sometimes his intrusive thoughts win n lets his competitive nature get ahead of him at traffic lights be he will race the car next to him for fun ಠ_ಠ

i do like to think that he loves driving the most out of everyone here and bc he drives obsessively, he knows all kinds of routes to all kinds of places (walking gps king so real)

CHIGIRI HYOMA

is probably the most normal driver. he's pretty confident in his skills (rightfully so) but ofc he doesn't pass up any opportunity to let u know that he passed his test w flying colours :/ "did you know that i pa-" every fucking time without fail ( •_•)

is the best at parking :O in fact he's so good at it that he will park in what u think is an impossible spot all be he doesn't want to walk too far

his car always smells new be he LOVES those "new car" scented air fresheners! also his car is always cold bc he refuses to let the humidity ruin his hair

NAGI SEISHIRO

has rlly rlly bad road rage BUT gets mad at u if u also express road rage ?? he tells u to calm down ?? mf ik he aint talking T⌓T

tbh i think he only has short temper be he doesn't necessarily enjoy driving (will only do it if he absolutely has to) and just wants to get home asap!

definitely waits until the very last minute to fill up his car bc of how often (.) he forgets ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere once be of this exact reason. but at least u can always count on him for having a battery pack!

GAGAMARU GIN

drives below the speed limit... would (and has) swerve to the wrong side of the highway to avoid hitting a bird be he doesn't trust that it'd fly away in time (the bird flew away along with his soul bc he was a second away from colliding with a truck)

poor thing always gets honked at by cars behind him be he gives way to EVERYONE (even if he has the right of way) and traffic always piles up.

his car always smells like Those jellybelly jelly beans be he loves sweet-smelling things! im not joking every time u enter his car ur nose is flooded by candy flavoured air ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

BACHIRA MEGURU

gets distracted rlly easily by any piece of stimuli. oh there's a windmill? nice! u bet his eyes are already following it. roadkill on the side of the road? would point it out and proceed to try and look at it for the next kilometre. probably mourns the thing for the rest of the trip tbh :(

points out livestock grazing on the side of the road! every! time! instigates eye spy every time but chooses the most obscure things and gets surprised whenever u give up

will not hesitate to pick up whenever his mum is calling; doesn't matter if it's super busy on the road or if he's in a crash bc he Will make the time for her

ISAGI YOICHI

is the only mf prepared with everything. he has a mini cooler in the boot stocked with juice and water, his glove box is filled with masks and wet wipes, has a blanket in the back, a 50pc first aid kit in the centre console, snacks in the boot, and insurance papers stashed somewhere.

his car is spotless bc he details and deep cleans it (both interior and exterior) every week bc he is very self-conscious abt his car (n his driving) be he wants his passenger(s) to always be comfy :((

will play (and let u play) any kinda music but during significant soccer matches he will always play a live audio coverage of the match! so im v sorry if u wanted to listen to the new TWICE album but germany v spain is on so ur gonna have 2 wait ;´༎ຶਊ ༎ຶ`;

MIKAGE REO

in the rare occasions that he drives himself and not by a personal driver, he talks a lot. like a whole fuckin lot! but no one can complain be its not like he's dominating the entire conversation!

that kind of driver where the trip otw to a place is better than the actual destination! dygwim??? sometimes u both ditch the og plan for a random burger joint on the side of the highway

if he picks u up he's always early be sometimes he wants to drop by a spot (oooh guys he knows a spot ᵔ.ᵔ) he wants to show u! ps his car has heated seats and massage options മ◡മ

MICHAEL KAISER

ness has to be in the car with him for ur sake... bc if he's there at least u have someone that actually talks about things and includes u in stuff... unlike kaiser who only talks abt himself LMFAOOO

has pictures of him littered everywhere in the car... u open the sunshade? there's a polaroid of him that falls out :/ this mf the type to sign his car in hopes of making mad bank off reselling it some day as a collector's item of "the great king, kaiser!"

the type of guy to wink at every road camera in case he gets caught for committing a traffic violation ("u can never let them catch u lacking!" kaiser dawg u goin 40 over the limit!)

OLIVER AIKU

has a "honk if ur single" sticker plastered on his back window but always forgets so he gets annoyed whenever ppl honk at him (dawg makes his own problems LMFAOO)

pulls up to red lights next to a conventionally attractive person to roll down his window and wink at them @_@ the police station has definitely received multiple calls from ppl due to his... violating behaviours...

his car smells like his deodorant bc he douses himself in it before he gets out (sorry if ur asthmatic)

#bllk #blue lock #bllk headcanons #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #barou shouei #shidou ryusei #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #reo mikage #gagamaru gin #dia's writing ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

[slxsherwriter]

Write by the Moon

Fandom: The Gates, 31, A Good Day For It

Pairing: William Colcott x Selina (OC), Doom-Head x OFC, Norman Tyrus x OFC

Word Count: 6,416

Warnings: Demonic rituals, murder, killing

Author's note: This is part one of my reincarnation/soulmate AU fic featuring three Richard Brake characters. Not Beta read as always, so any mistakes are my own. This part will cover William and Selina. As his wife isn't alive in the movie, I decided to treat her as an OC. It is set up to show snippets of their life and the other parts will follow suit. Hope everyone enjoys.

The bar was busy, as it often was on a Saturday evening. Men and women, both reputable and dishonest, mingled about, sharing drink and food. Sheep in a herd, begging to be culled. William Colcott was that wolf in sheep's clothing. Setted at the bar, he was patiently biding his time, looking for the latest victim to satiate that spiraling darkness that resided within. The one that had been cultivated at a young age and had become an ever looming presence throughout his life. Long ago, he had learned that it was far better to give in and indulge in the need. It was what he was good at, even if no one seemed to suspect a thing. After all, the first kill had extinguished the idea of finding his soulmate. Who could be bound to a dark soul like his? Foolish ideas were given up, the mark on his chest ignored for years. 

As he observed the room around him, however, that self-imposed denial came to a rushed end. A slow but steady warmth began to bloom. Deep within and across his skin. The sort that brought about a long forgotten sense of comfort. The sort that had briefly been had when he was a young child, sitting in his mother's lap, listening to her read him stories of King Arthur and the knights of the round table. Was it possible? 

Fingers unconsciously tightened against the handle of his mug, breath stuttering as there was just a moment where he lost himself in the feeling. Indulging in what he had thought he would never be privileged to have. Reality came crashing back after a moment, William gaining his breath back and eyes now almost wildly darting around the room. Desperation never suited any inch of his life but that was what gripped his heart. She couldn't escape and she had to know that he was here. But where? 

A grin, open and free, came to his features unconsciously when his eyes landed on her. Ah, there she was. Far too pretty to be a victim, though such things had hardly proven a matter of concern before that very moment. There didn't seem to be anyone that was accompanying her, leaving an opportunity for him to ensure that she knew right where she belonged. Taking a final pull of the mug, he set it down on the counter before picking his way through the crowd of bodies that now meant absolutely nothing to William. 

"Is this seat taken?" He asked as he leaned down just a little bit, not wanting to shout over the voices of the others. When she looked up at him, he just knew that she felt it too. The way that her eyes dilated, the barely audible gasp that escaped her lips. The warmth only grew now that he was in such a close proximity. There was something else, though, something that he couldn't put his finger on as he looked at the woman. It took her no time to compose herself, though, as if the slip-up had never happened before she smiled at him. 

"I supposed it is now." It was all the invitation that he needed, sliding right into the chair before anyone had the chance to interrupt them. His first thought this close up was that the color of her eyes couldn't quite be deciphered. They seemed to shift subtly each time the light hit them differently. He immediately waved over one of the barmaids to grab her attention. He allowed her to order first before getting himself a second drink. He might as well enjoy himself since this was where he was keeping himself until she was done with the evening. 

To sort out the chaos that was ruling his mind in the moment was impossible. A million thoughts were flooding in all at once, leaving him unsure where to even begin. 

"Perhaps we should start with the easy things before moving onto the elephant in the room." Her voice broke William out of his self-induced haze, and he chuckled softly.  

"Forgive me," he said, "It seems that I am perhaps a little more ill-prepared than anticipated." The light sound of amusement couldn't be missed over the noise that surrounded them, even when it should have been drowned out. Hypervigilant to every reaction, that was what it was. 

"Hardly something that can one can be faulted for. After all, it has turned into a rather unexpected evening, wouldn't you agree?"

"Unexpected but far more pleasant than I had hoped." Briefly, he wondered where her mark was. The thought that instantly followed was that if it was settled in a private location, he didn't want anyone else in the bar seeing it, knowing where it graced her body. That was for him and him alone. All in due time. They hadn't even exchanged names, but the tangible tension would see it's conclusion. There was no doubt in any ounce of his being. Holding out his hand for the woman, he decided that they needed to quickly remedy the first problem at hand. "The name's William." Never before had he desired to meet whatever expectations from an appraisal that another had given, but as her eyes trailed over his face, William wanted nothing more than to meet them for her. 

"It's a pleasure, William," she offered in return, placing her hand in his. Bringing it to his lips before she could retract it, lips brushed over the knuckles. There was a hint of something burnt lingering on her skin. One that he couldn't place but hardly mattered. "Selina." Ah, a fitting name. However, it was not the only thing that he wished to learn about her. 

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Another laugh, and there was a lightness in his chest, as if it was easier to breathe, easier to simply exist by the sound alone. There wasn't any resentment for the way that she was making him feel. William knew that there were things that would have to be sorted out, that complications would arise once that darkness crept back in, but for now, he would embrace the light that she brought. 

"Quite the charmer, aren't you? Drinks, compliments, if I didn't know better, I would say that you were looking to get me alone." Oh, she was almost perfect. He liked a little sass and feistiness in his women. 

"Now, that just wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it? Hardly befitting the situation." 

"Of course, silly me to think such things." He braced his elbows against the table and leaned in. The wood still separated them, but William wanted to close that gap. Needed to in all reality. The compulsion was far too strong to be overcome and ignored. The banter had eased his mind and loosened his tongue. 

"A complaint wouldn't pass my lips if that was how the night were to end." In response, she leaned in. The action wasn't what was anticipated, but he rolled with it, taking it as a positive sign that they were falling onto the same page. "Does it feel the same for you? A pleasant warmth that you could sink into and never let go?" Curiosity got the better of him, and the question slipped. It was far more vulnerable and open than what the man was used to being, though he supposed that was something that would come with the territory of getting to not only know but have this woman as a constant in his life. 

Plenty of people were open about the subject of soulmates. What was felt, what was thought, how their life seemed to switch around in unexpected but not unwelcome manners. William wouldn't give up his life's work or activities just for Selina. But something in his gut told him that he wouldn't have to abandon it all. Something that would be proven true or false with a further exploration. 

"It's a softness," she started and William couldn't tear his attention away. The bar could have been burning around them and it wouldn't have mattered if she still spoke. "A gentle warmth that seems to emanate from my very soul itself. A warmth of comfort and safety." It seemed she had been just as taken if that honest answer was anything to do by and he was thrilled. Safety. That stuck in his mind like a spoke in mud. She would always be safe from him, from the darkness. Nor would anyone dare lay a hand on her. 

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Selina had impressed the importance of this onto William several times over the last week. He was to be quiet and simply observe. If he spoke anything, he could risk the integrity of the ritual. Among other dangers. He took it seriously since she seemed so invested and dead set on making him understand, both the dangers and what she did.

Having never been a particularly religious man, William had at first thought that her insistence was cute but nothing more than superstition and foolish belief. Still, there was something in her being that drew him in, more than just the fact that they were soulmates. As if there was recognition of a darkness that matched his own. 

What harm would it come to humor her and see what this was all about himself? William had finally agreed to watch a ritual, putting forward effort to understand this part of her life. It was incredibly important to her and a part that she hadn't wanted to keep hidden forever. 

Standing in the corner of the room, he made sure that he was entirely out of the way as she settled a few more things at the table. Some herbs that weren't recognized, a candle that was halfway melted down already, an old copper bowl, and a knife. One that William could appreciate as the dimmed lights in the kitchen of their home caught the edge just right. There was a question that sat burning on the tip of his tongue, but he had sworn that he would remain silent until she gave the signal that it was okay to speak once more. Attention shifted off of the items that had been laid out to the woman herself. That something that he hadn't been able to fully understand hung heavier in the air, as if it was a physical presence in the room. Something besides just the two of them. A silly notion. But not one that he didn't so easily brush aside this time.

A further draw to her very being. Almost like he was seeing Selina for the first time all over again. A sense of awe that was so absent from every other aspect of his life. She settled at the table now that everything was laid out. Silence reigned for several long seconds. Patience was thin at the best of times, but he forced himself to not fidget or speak a word. 

Then, after what felt like hours, Selina was finally moving once more. William watched as she moved with a practiced ease, the same sort that he had when he was out with a victim. It spoke of years going through the same motions, guided by muscles that had long ago memorized just how and when to move. Some of the herbs were placed into the bowl whole, others crushed, others burned. The candle was lit. Movements told him that she was letting the melted wax fall to the table in cruiated patterns before a small amount of wax was poured over the mixture before being placed carefully, deliberately to the left. William had to bite the inside of his cheek as he watched her bring the blade up. She wasn't going to do what he thought she was?

Her palm opened easily, cleanly. The knife was sharp. Yet, she didn't make a sound. His eyes never left the clenched fist as she held it over the bowl, though now, she was muttering something. Words that he either couldn't entirely make out or understand. William wasn't sure which it was at that very moment. 

In seconds, none of that mattered. The temperature of the room dropped significantly and immediately. Hairs stood on the back of his neck, his stomach rolling as bile rose in his throat. A reaction that wasn't expected but uncontrollable. Selina was relaxed as ever in her seat. A smile sat on her lips, one that could barely be seen from the angle that William was at though he could tell it was there. That sense of a physical presence grew. The animalistic primal part of his brain screamed danger, instinct demanding that he slither further back into the shadows. There was nowhere to go, though, his back solidly against the wall behind him. Moving meant disruption, and that was simply not an option. Something was happening here that he didn't understand, but Selina appeared perfectly in control. Ruining that could mean harm to her. An unacceptable consequence of any movement on his end. So, William stayed as stock still as he could, as if he was simply waiting for a victim to pass in front of him.

Then, there was movement. Not from either of them. A shimmer of the shadows, something that caught the very periphery of his vision. It slithered away, vanishing as he blinked. Blood rushed by his ears, the sound near overwhelming as suddenly that darkness seemed to form right in front of Selina. His heart clenched, skipping a single beat as the expectations of violence soared. 

It was with tremendous effort that William remained glued to his spot, the echoes of her voice reminding him that any movement or interference bred more trouble. Selina wasn't cowering or attempting to move away. That subtle smile remained across her face before her head tipped forward in a small greeting. Lips were moving, but he could not hear what words were being exchanged, as if there was some invisible wall between them, blocking out all and any sound. The darkness never took on more of a form than a black, hazy block in the air, at least to him.

So much for not believing in any of this. Before his very eyes was proof that another world existed. One that Selina was intimately familiar with and of which she possessed extensive knowledge. An apology was in due order. Once everything was finished and it was safe once more to speak. 

The entire thing lasted about fifteen minutes. Gradually, warmth seeped back into the room, and light seemed to brighten. Blinking, William was able to break away from the wall, moving to the table where Selina was now cleaning everything up. No words were exchanged right away, not as he sat down and ran a hand over his face. Where was the best place to start? Safety. Not his but hers. That was a priority for him. He had to know that when she did this, she would remain safe. Often enough, it happened when he wasn't around, which was fine with him. What could he really do anyway? Against spirits and demons, his knife was likely useless. She remained silent, allowing him to take that time to gather his thoughts and form a proper sentence.

"I take it as long as you aren't interrupted, then these are rather safe rituals for you?" Her eyes brightened, the smile he was granted as bright as the morning sun. 

"This is one that I have been performing for years and have built a rather comfortable rapport with the being that you saw. Now, I am not foolish enough to believe that I can control him. But I do know that it is far better to have an offer ready and keep him satisfied with respect and sacrifice than anything else. So yes, that one in particular I would say is safe." That left plenty of room for interpretation, William wasn't blind to the way that she had answered but worked around the question at the same time. If she felt confident enough, then he would have to take her word for it. 

"And there are others?" 

"Rituals or beings? Either way, the answer is many." Selina reached out, her hand settling over his and giving a small squeeze. A reassurance in a way and a grounding attempt. "I have a few I tend to stick with. It's just…easier that way." William felt that there was something else that she wanted to add on at the end but opted to leave it be. Remembering something, he reached for the hand that she was keeping close to her being and turned it over. The slice across her palm wasn't deep but it would need to be wrapped to stave off any chance of infection.

"Let's get that wrapped, love." The task was a settling enough motion that he was able to get himself back to a composed state, thinking through everything that he had seen and what its implications meant for their feature. It seemed that he would have some learning to do over the next few weeks. 

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Looking into the mirror, the unfamiliar jitters of nerves were beginning to become rather annoying. William wasn't sure what the source of such an unusual feeling was, but it didn't seem to want to stop. There was a deep refusal to believe that it was stemming from the fact that today would be the day that he and Selina married. No, it certainly could have nothing to do with that. There was simply nothing for him to be nervous about when it came to the event. Still, as the blue of his eyes stared back out at him from the glass, there was little other reason for it to be present. 

He and Selina were soulmates. A thought that caused his hand to rise unconsciously, fingers lightly pressing over the mark that was over his heart. She wouldn't abandon him now. There would be no cold feet, nothing to stop them from making it official in the eyes of the government. 

The two had been living together for almost a year now, having been together since that fateful night in the bar nearly three years ago. They were tailored for each other, slotting into the routines and patterns of life seamlessly. The sort of actions that many others wished that they could have and held jealousy over. William counted himself lucky for having found her at all but in a way blessed by some sort of being out there that they fit together so perfectly. Not God, no. He had no bearing here. Maybe one of those beings that Selina often spoke to or dealt with indirectly. That was a far more feasible explanation. 

William found himself chuckling and swiping a hand through his hair one last time. It was foolish to waste another second standing in front of the mirror and overthinking things. They had to be at the courthouse on time or risked having the entire thing pushed off to another day. That would leave the woman simmering and scowling for the entire night. A mood that he did not want to have to navigate. 

A simple ceremony had been decided long ago. Neither had family to be concerned with when it came to the union. They were left to decide what they wanted and how they wanted it. The agreement had come easy. He nor Selina had felt all that comfortable with the idea of being married in a church. For a multitude of reasons, with her practices being ranked rather high on the list. Besides, what was the point in having to give money to such an institution when it was just the two of them? It would bring up questions or sympathies that they didn't have the patience or tolerance to handle. Which left getting a civil marriage. The most important part was legal recognition anyway. They had been married in all but name since they had found one another. 

William moved towards the front door, hearing movement upstairs. Selina was still getting ready. It was a good thing that she hadn't been waiting on him. He was only waiting a few minutes before she made her way down the stairs.

"Radiant as ever, my love." The compliment fell naturally from his lips and as always, he was granted that warm smile that lit up her entire face. 

"Forever the charmer, even on the day of your wedding." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her once she was close enough, using the leverage to draw her body closer yet to his. A gentle kiss was pressed to her forehead. The only one alive, in existence, to experience this side of him. Or, the one that this side only existed for, came alive for was more likely. 

"Cannot go failing my duties now." As she relaxed against him, William ran his fingers lightly over her left shoulder blade, where her mark was hidden beneath the gorgeous blue dress she had chosen. The action was almost instinctual at this point, having been repeated over and over until he could have found it and traced it with his eyes closed. "Come on, we have a carriage waiting." He had to pull away first, a smile saved her and her alone present as one more kiss was dropped to her head. 

The carriage ride was relatively quiet, William keeping an eye on the outside world while stealing glances at the woman across from him. His soulmate and soon to be wife. Her presence always brought that pleasant warmth to his chest, but the thought of calling her his in every way possible just made it all the stronger. The little smile that she couldn't seem to wipe off of her face only added to the atmosphere. A look he had placed there, a sense of pride swelling up at the knowledge. For a brief second, he felt like a boy again, having gotten away with stealing a candy bar and riding the high of having the best thing possible. That was what Selina was. The rest of the world hadn't recognized it, and he had stolen her away before anyone could. Destined to be with him, yes, but bound together on such a deeper level. He had made her his. 

The carriage came to a stilted stop outside of the courthouse. Time for the rest of the world to know what he knew. Stepping out, he was quick to turn around and offer his hand, even when she didn't need the help.

“Ready?”

“More than ever.” Pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, William grinned before leading her into the building. 

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The shivers wracked his frame, uncontrollable spasms that allowed no rest. It had been that way for hours. Days almost. William had lost track of the time in the fever induced haze, mind skipping in and out of consciousness, but never truly resting. In lucid enough moments, he hated the way that he felt weak and felt useless. He couldn't even get himself out of bed to get to the bathroom. In the non-lucid moments, shadows moved and formed figures, horror that his mind couldn't entirely comprehend appeared and threatened him. 

William coughed violently. The rattle in his chest was worrisome, but Selina couldn't do much more. The medicine from the doctor should have cured his symptoms three days ago. The recent illness sweeping through London has been like a second coming of the plague. Bodies were dropping faster than most could keep up with. Thankfully, it wasn't to the point that they were building up in the streets just yet. Her fingers brushed along his clammy forehead, frowning at the heat still radiating. If the fever didn't break soon, there would be bigger things to worry about. 

She hadn't shown any symptoms yet. A small blessing. If she went down beside him, they might as well call an end to it. Pushing up from beside the bed, she moved to make some tea. It would calm her, and if she could get anything down him, help soothe his throat at the very least. 

Standing in their tiny kitchen, the pot for tea boiling, she let out a slow sigh. If William didn't get better…. As soon as the thought came, she was quick to try and banish it. He hadn't succumbed yet. He wouldn't. Her William was strong and as stubborn as they came. He would make it through this and be back to his normal self. And if not? There were other options. Her eyes strayed to a few of the books that she kept close at hand in the kitchen for when rituals needed to be performed. Death could not part them. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that so soon. 

Selina was pulled from the dark path of her thoughts when the kettle whistled. Making up two cups, the action was soothing. A routine that was familiar amongst the days of unfamiliar motions. Moving back to the room, she was pleased to see him with his eyes open, appearing far more lucid than he had in days. Her chest instantly felt lighter. Though, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that they were out of the woods. 

“It's good to see you awake, love.” She spoke gently. Likely, his head was bothering him given how feverish he had been. And still was. She could see the sweat beading along his brow. “I've made some tea. Do you think you could get some down?” Standing beside the bed, she held it out and watched as shaky hands took the warm cup. She winced at the pained look that came from him at the simple act of taking a sip. Still, it was seeing him do something other than lay there and moan in pain. She wouldn't be picky. Selina reached out and brushed her hands along his forehead, pushing back the sweat soaked hair. William's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, leaning into it. 

“You need more rest.” Not an observation as much as an order that fell from her lips. One that he was in no shape to disobey, and they both knew it. All stemmed from worry. Worry that he wouldn't get better. Worry that he would be taken from her. Worry that some force out there wouldn't allow them to be together, no matter what she tried. 

A low, tired hum was the response given. The man took a few more slow sips of the tea, hands less shaky than they had been when he first reached out. Her husband was a strong, stubborn man. Selina took comfort in that knowledge and seeing a visible improvement. Even if it didn't last all that long. 

“Have you slept at all?” His voice was hoarse, rough from the crying out he had done thanks to his fever dreams. That and lack of use. A gentle smile was given.

“Some. You are my greater concern. I'll sleep once I know you will wake up again.” As devoted as he was to her, she was as equally devoted to him. Her fingers continued the soothing actions against his scalp, hoping to ease him back to sleep. His body needed it, even if he had been barely conscious for three days. Proper rest would help heal him. The rattling in his chest with each breath he took shook her. The sounds were far from the powerful man that she knew. Almost made him sound frail, weak. But, she kept a brave face, not letting on those thoughts. If she gave it, they might come to light. 

William eased back once more. It didn't take long for his eyes to close and his muscles to go slack. Sleep took him under, though this state should be far more restful for him. Hopefully, this lucid moment meant that the fever was going to break soon. 

She watched, feeling fiercely protective over the man in the bed. Not the first in her life. No, she had been that protective over family. However, this may have been the first person, not blood related and certainly the first person in her adult life, that those feelings had appeared. It had taken a little time to get used to, understand, and control them. A little longer than she would have liked, admittedly. A dangerous time. Selina knew what and who she had ties to and the inherent risks that came with that. To herself and others around her. The simple fact that he was her soulmate had been well worth it. She had sensed the darkness that lingered within, the predator just underneath the surface. Drawn to it as much as she was him. Both the bond that fate had woven and the beast within. 

Finishing the tea, Selina let out a small sigh. Her eyes ached. The strain of staying awake for so long was starting to set in. Sleep would soon be unavoidable. The wheezing that came from William was enough to leave her unsettled though, which meant no sleep just yet. The mark on her shoulder felt warm. Not the pleasant warmth that came when they were together. No. More like a fevered warmth. A shared suffering. She shook it off the best that she could without getting too comfortable. A little longer was needed before she could allow herself to rest. At least until his breathing settled into something more aligned with normal. He had been conscious but it wasn't enough of an improvement for her to let her guard down entirely. 

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The evening was cold and damp, rain falling as often was the weather these months. With his jacket pulled tightly around himself, the figure marched through the back alleys, listening, waiting. A predator hiding within the shadows. The nightmare that those among the London streets still feared. His name may not have been known, the press hardly getting their hands on the deeds that were carried out. No, he was far too meticulous for that. As much as the hysterics would be enjoyable to watch. Fame hardly mattered, though, to William. It would have complicated too many things. 

The itch had become too much, and William had needed to go out. Just one kill, and he would be back in the comfortable warmth of their home. It gave Selina time to carry out what she needed to as well, without any worry of being interrupted. 

There was less focus on finding the perfect victim that evening. It simply mattered that his blade was stained red. There had been a sense of complacency and comfort that had settled in after the Ripper killings had stopped. A security that allowed his work to become that much easier. Individuals were emboldened to walk alone in the streets once more. Shortcuts were taken where they had been avoiding any alleyways where light couldn't reach. The perfect combinations of elements that brought his prey right to him rather than him having to stalk anyone and drag them into the shadows without notice. Sure, his killings brought about whispers, and the memory of the Ripper still created that nightmare, but it was not enough for anyone to be able to pay proper attention to what was happening around London.

The kill had come with just a small struggle, the sort that helped keep things interesting without being too much of a hassle. A brief slap across his face and a claw mark made to his wrist before the end had come and the body was dumped. A sigh of satisfaction escaped William as he cleaned his blade against the clothes of his latest victim before stepping back into the shadows and leaving the body hidden among the trash, likely not to be found for several days. After the rats and other vermin had gotten their fill. 

Now that the urge had been quieted, he was looking forward to being home. Spending the remainder of the night, holding his wife close, was the perfect end to the night. His steps were light as he moved through the streets, now among the rest of the population and lights that lined the streets. No one would give a second glance, weather aside. Everyone was in an eager state to get home at the late hour. His shoulders relaxed further when his home came into view, chuckling softly to himself as his pace quickened even further. 

William would have known something was amiss, even if it wasn't for the burning cold that spread out from his soulmark; the lights were off, and Selina's absence from the table in the small kitchen was acutely felt. Eyes wandered around the room, looking for whatever might be out of place, anything that would give him the slightest hint as to where his dear wife was and what had happened. A feeling of dread built from deep within his chest, constricting his lungs and robbing him of his ability to breathe. It was all wrong, and his hand reached for the knife that was kept hidden beside the door, on the off chance that someone was foolish enough to enter their domain. Not the same he used for killing, lest anyone connect the two. Plausible deniability if he used something from the home. 

He could smell the burnt herbs that had been recently used. Selina had done some sort of ritual recently. As planned. That did not give William any sense of comfort as it normally would, not when her smiling face wasn't there to greet him at the door, ensuring that he had not harmed himself. A habit that she had developed early on in their relationship, one that had amused him to now end but had become so ingrained in their lives that it's lacking just heightened that sense of dread. 

The thoughts of a ritual gone wrong flashed across his consciousness but was quickly dismissed. No, Selina was far too practiced and versed to have something go so horribly wrong. Her skills were refined and honed from years of study. She had taught him what to look for as a precaution, and there wasn't a feeling lingering in the air or any sign that it had been such an accident. Something else was at play here. 

Creeping through his own home as he would a victim's, William strained his ears and his eyes for any sign of Selina. Nothing downstairs. The fireplace was dead, not even a hint of embers that would have signaled that she lit it for warmth now that the colder winter months were here. Up the stairs he went, knife at the ready. Still, no sound and the cold was only spreading further, practically invading his lungs with ice. 

As much as he longed to call out her name, it would give away his position. That was when he heard sounds coming from the bedroom. A sound that he knew well enough. Gasped, gurgled breath. No longer could he truly control his actions, rushing forward. The door slammed open, smashing into the wall behind it, causing the man that was straddling his wife with filthy hands enclosed around her neck to jump. Red. It was the only thing that covered his vision as he lunged forward, not giving the man a chance to properly react. Blade met flesh, digging deep into muscle, unforgiving and with a practice precision. His subconscious mind already knew that it was too late, allowing his fury to be unleashed on the man before him. It hardly mattered who he was, or what intentions that he had come to the house with. This waste of a human had stolen his soulmate from him. 

"A wife for a wife," the man below him snarled, the last words that he spoke as William sliced the blade across his throat, not deep enough to cause an instant death. Let the bastard feel what he had done. Panting, he dropped the blade and scrambled for Selina. 

"Selina…" His voice soft, there was a shaky note to it that had never been present before in his life. Pain underlying it all as the ache and agony was setting in. "Please, no…" Gently, he slid one hand under her head while pulling her into his lap, his free hand gently stroking her cheek. The stillness to her body was a clear indication that his worst fears had been realized, that she was truly gone. Curling himself over her form, William let out an agonized sound into the emptiness of the room, heard by no one but himself. Gone. She was gone. 

He had allowed himself to grieve, to cry and feel that nearly all consuming sorrow for no longer than a few minutes. The ice from his soulmark kept him grounded in reality, in the knowledge that she was gone. But that didn't mean that she was lost to him forever. The thought nagged the back of his brain and as his breathing began to even out, a new rush of determination came over him. 

William wouldn't allow the world to tear her so easily from him. No, there was still far too much for them to do. 

"I'll fix this, I promise you. We will be together again. Just give me a little time, love." The words spoken so softly held such intent. A vow far more than a promise. He had learned a few things from her over the years when it came to the occult and the dark beings that resided in the world just outside of their senses. A deal could be made. Whatever sacrifice was worth it. His soul was already damned. Living without her was not an acceptable inevitability. 

First thing was first. He had to clean the mess on the floor beside their bed. With a gentle kiss to her lips and then her forehead, William forced himself to pull away from Selina. Throat still constricted, it took just a moment longer for him to be able to look away from her still, lifeless body and turn his attention properly to the lump of flesh on the floor. Shame that he couldn't have made him suffer longer.

So be it. William knew that there were things that could be harvested from the man to be able to aid his quest. The rest? It would be tossed to feed the rats and stray dogs that ran the streets. 

#slasher writing #horror writing #richard brake #richard brake characters #william colcott #the gates #31 #a good day for it #william colcott x ofc #doom head x ofc #norman tyrus x ofc #soulmate au #reincarnation au

[journey-to-the-attic]

Can't wait for the new chapter!!!!

While I wait for the chapter however, I keep thinking of an IK who's actually a hybrid between and angel and a human (aka her mom was an angel and fell in love whit her dad and stuff and that's why she left in the first place)

I keep imagining that one day,as she's hanging out whit the bros and Solomon wings just suddenly pop out of her back and she's like "oh" while the brothers are FREAKING.OUT.

ATHEY CALL UP SIMEON AND DIAVOLO OUT OF PURE PANIC AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT TF IS GOING OUT WHIT THEIR HUM- ERR..ANGEL?

also if you could write some hcs abt this?? If you want to ofc ^^ ♡

one minute ik's having a perfectly nice day and the next she's on the floor because those wings are HEAVY

this is a super interesting concept!! i'd be happy to brainstorm some ideas ^^

there are Implications and Logistics of ik's mother being an angel, so let's imagine there's some kind of god barrier override that would let a low-level angel (i.e. one that god isn't paying much attention to) sneak out of the celestial realm without being noticed, and that's how that happens

(the idea that an angel snuck out of heaven, made it down to earth, then saw ik's dad and was immediately like 'oh but i must' is so funny)

(given how he fares in the ddvd au, this seems to just be the effect zhao has on demon and angelkind alike)

either she somehow sneaks back to the celestial realm or is still living in hiding on earth, but it doesn't really matter much for the purposes of ik being a hybrid

i imagine that being exposed to the magic of the devildom and other angels for a long time has 'awakened' her more angelic traits, so to speak?

anyway first things first

ik is panicking because she can't actually balance with these massive fucking wings on her back, so she literally can't stand up until simeon manages to get her to retract them

everyone else is panicking because shit this is really bad actually

like, if word gets out to the celestial realm - who knows what could happen?? the high council could very feasibly declare ik under their jurisdiction, being part angel, and then it'd just be free reign for whatever they wanted to do

there's solomon, who could claim guardianship since ik's still part human, but he's just one human - plus, with how autocratic the celestial realm is, it's very doubtful they'd listen to him

so, while diavolo, lucifer, solomon and simeon are deliberating how to handle the whole situation, ik's trying to figure out what the HELL just happened

they're fledgling wings, so they're covered in silvery down and can't actually be used to fly yet, but they're still so heavy

ik does not want this (no offence to her angel friends), and to be honest she'd be a lot happier if the wings disappeared and never came back

it kind of sucks for a while - whenever she gets stressed out, the wings unfold, and every single time they bring her straight down to the ground

sometimes it feels like she's suffocating in them and it just makes things worse

some of the brothers are more conflicted about this than others - but it's not like this changes the fact that one of their own is in distress, so ultimately they're still all focused on taking care of her

asmo knows what it's like to hate your wings, so he's extra careful to be there as soon as ik gets stressed. he very affectionately calls it 'going feathery', and he'll stay there for as long as ik needs until the wings go away. sometimes he'll brush the feathers

lucifer's mainly just worried about ik's safety, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching her the ropes of having feathery wings. he promises to teach her to fly properly once her flight feathers come in, and the fact that he seems to be looking forward to it makes ik feel a little better

mammon's VERY insistent that this doesn't change anything. see, he can still pick ik up just fine, even with the extra weight of the wings! so don't be sad, because it's not as if this matters a jot to him!

there's a sort of identity crisis to be had here... ik doesn't know how to see herself anymore - human or angel? she's lived her whole life fully believing she was just human, but now that the wings are such an invasive part of her life, she can't just ignore the angel part

solomon does his best to reassure her - as far as he's concerned, she's still an essential example of humanity, and so will always be firmly under his protection

but luke does a better job, because his view of the matter is very simple: to him, there's no point in putting her in either camp exclusively. ik is his best friend, and that's the important part, whether human or angel

(though a part of him is kind of happy about the news - even if he feels really bad about it)

ultimately, this is the view the others decide on too

ik being part angel doesn't change anything about what she did - because you don't have to be an angel to keep choosing kindness the way she does

it's a bit of a weird situation overall, because there's not exactly been other well-known hybrids that they could seek out advice from; if they do exist, they have to have been lying very low to avoid the celestial realm's persecution

that's all i have for now!! sorry it was mostly more angsty things, but there's a lot to do with this prompt, so i'd be happy to talk more about it in future!!!

#answering asks #arizzix0x #jtta aus #hybrid au

[wormoracle]

head empty, just…Colt Grice in his baseball uniform at games, you’re watching from the bleachers as his muscles flexing when he holds the bat, how he bites his lip when he’s concentrating, and ofc he has a crush on u too and wants your attention so when you’re looking, he lifts his shirt up in the dugout to “wipe his face” showing off his rock hard abs and smirking to himself when he sees your jaw hit the floor 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

A/N: This really has the bees in my brain in a frenzy crashing into my skull thinking about this thank you sdfkjg. Side note, I know exactly 0 things about baseball – I learned so much while writing this, most notably that I am in love with Shohei Ohtani now lmao

Pairing: Colt Grice x fem!reader

Tags: fluff, sfw

Word Count: 1.3k

It was your first time going to a baseball game, or any sports event for that matter. You weren’t particularly interested in the game, in fact, you didn’t have a clue what was going on or what you were watching. Well, you weren’t really watching the game, you were there for one specific reason, and that reason was tall, handsome, and currently lifting up the hem of his uniform shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, conveniently exposing his glistening and defined abs. 

It felt almost hedonic watching Colt like this, knowing everyone around you was enjoying the game while you were enjoying this show all to yourself, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away. What you failed to notice in all your shameful ogling, however, was neither could he.

Colt had had a crush on you for over a year, ever since you started tutoring his little brother Falco. He would set out snacks during your tutoring sessions, make pleasant small talk and walk you home when it got dark out, but he never worked up the courage to make a move. He was nervous about making it awkward if you didn’t like him back and still had to go to his house every week to tutor his brother. He just didn’t want to make it weird, and, frankly, he was a little intimidated. You were beautiful, intelligent, funny and so friendly to everyone that even Falco (who had never been the most outgoing person) warmed up to you quickly. He couldn’t imagine you would ever be interested in someone like him, all Colt could do was swing a bat, he was sure you were out of his league.

So imagine his surprise when he spotted you in the bleachers at the bottom of the second inning, cheering him on, your bright smile standing out from the crowd like a ray of sunshine.

It was Falco’s doing. The two of you may have been blind to each other’s obvious feelings, but all those secret glances, wistful sighs and nervous smiles couldn’t slip past Falco unnoticed—not to mention how Colt wouldn’t shut up about you.

“Good work today, Falco!” You praised at the end of your session. “You got any plans for the weekend?”

“Just hanging out with friends, but it means I’ll have to miss Colt’s game.” 

“He’s playing this weekend?” You blurted out, before you could stop yourself.

“Why don’t you go, Y/N? I got a free ticket, you can take it.”

“Huh? I don’t really know anything about baseball, I’d be totally lost the whole time.” You waved your hand, laughing because you were a little embarrassed.

“Well, it’d be a shame for the ticket to go to waste. Anyway, I know Colt would be happy to see you there, if you change your mind.”

He… would? Your surprise must have been written all over your face in bright red permanent marker because Falco only smiled, his expression somewhere between smug and exasperated as he handed you the ticket wordlessly.

Whether it was from adrenaline of the game pumping through his veins, or feeling a surge of confidence at finally being able to show you what he was best at, Colt seemed to shine in a way you’d never seen before. The focused glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip concentrating on the ball, strong hands tightly gripping the handle of the bat, the way his muscles—that you didn’t even know he was hiding under his usual clothes, and were a very pleasant surprise—flexed powerfully as he swung. He struck the ball with a deafening crack which echoed across the field as he sent it flying, his sculpted body evident as he set off sprinting. He was usually so mellow and easy-going, this was an entirely new and intense side of him you were seeing and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away from him. His heel kicked up a cloud of dust as he slid into third base and he caught his breath for a moment, hands on his knees and peering from under his batting helmet to glance at you, smirking in surprise at the way your eyes widened and your jaw hung open, amazed at what you just saw, before he channelled his attention back to the field. Just knowing you were watching, watching him specifically, Colt was at the top of his game.

By the end of the match, his pristine uniform was scuffed with dirt, a sheen of sweat glistened over his face and body, his broad shoulders and chest rose and fell heavily from the exertion (causing you to imagine all kinds of things). You watched as he celebrated with his teammates briefly, a contagious smile beaming across his face as they laughed and cheered together, before he waved them a hurried goodbye and jogged over to where you were sitting in the bleachers. You were surprised, not expecting him to even notice you were here let alone come over to you. He took off his cap and ran a hand through his short golden blond hair, and you greeted him with a smile, handing him the extra sports drink you brought with you for no reason in particular.

“Hey, Y/N, thanks!” He breathed out, “I– didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

“Yeah, neither did I,” You laughed, “but it was a ton of fun, you were amazing, Colt!”

“Oh, thanks!” He chuckled nervously, it was unclear if the flush on his cheeks was just from the game or your compliment. “You’re into baseball?”

“To be honest I don’t know much about it, Falco gave me his ticket since he already had plans, so I thought…” You trailed off, and a faint look of confusion crossed his features.

“Huh? I didn’t hear about any plans, he said he was just gonna stay home cos he was feeling sick, it’s weird since he felt fine yesterday.”

“Hmm? That is weird, is he okay?”

“Yeah I mean he looked fine when I left so–”

It took a moment, but realisation slowly dawned over you both, leaving the two of you standing in silence until it was broken by your muffled giggles, a combination of impressed and embarrassed that Falco pulled something like this off—and it actually worked. Your laugh was so sweet, the way your eyes creased in amusement and you covered your face with your hand, Colt finally steeled his nerves and worked up his courage.

“Y/N, um, are you doing anything after this?” You smiled and shook your head.

“Mm no, why? You got anything in mind?”

“Dinner. With me.” … “Only if you want to! You totally don’t have–”

“It’s a date.” You nodded, a delighted smile appearing on your lips.

Colt let go of a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, a cheesy grin stretching over his own face.

“I don’t know if I should thank Falco, or kill him when I get home,” Colt laughed, “I better change outta my uniform and get cleaned up, do you mind waiting a sec?” He asked apologetically.

“I’ll be here.” You nodded assuringly, I’ve been waiting for a year, I’m sure I can manage a little longer. With that, he set off running to the showers at a pace that rivalled his game speed.

His teammate Porco tried catching him in the changing rooms, the team were all planning to go out for pizza and drinks afterwards and he didn’t want the life of the party running off before the celebration. 

“Woah there, how come you’re in such a hurry all of a sudden?” He teased as Colt finished tying his shoes and stumbled off the bench, heading for the door.

“I gotta run! I have a date!” He called out before disappearing in a flash.

Porco shook his head and laughed, about damn time.

— — —

A/N: making out with colt under the bleachers when

#colt grice #colt aot #colt grice x reader #colt grice x you #attack on titan #aot x reader

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Six

A/N: This is the follow up to Playing With Fire, but can be read as a standalone. I thought Frerin deserved a nice, steamy romp just like his older brother got with Leda, so this is his story. I know I’ve got like three other fics to update, but I thought maybe I’d throw this out there and see what everyone thought of it… 

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin  x ofc Elena Madison

Characters:Frerin, Carol Kingsley, Ashley, Vanessa, Flynn, Maura, Jake

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k 

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

Frerin stared at his inbox as if it had personally insulted him. How did the paperwork double in the span of a day? It seemed like he no sooner beat the stack into submission before it sprouted up three more inches. A hydra of JCAHO, Medicare, Medicaid, and insurance forms, all needing to be filled out, reviewed, or signed and when he did, more would just reappear. It never ended. 

His pager went off as he reached for the first binder-clipped sheaf of papers. They went ignored as he glanced down at the number. Three-three-one-five. The ER. It was nearly three in the morning and things had been quiet, so he’d managed to plow through at lease some of the paperwork. But a page to the ER at that hour was never anything good. 

His chair squeaked as he rolled back from his desk and stood, hooking a finger in the neck of his lab coat to swing it around. His new pink stethoscope lay coiled on his desk, compliments of Jerry, who handled procurement, and he smiled as he picked it up to drape about his neck. It was Thursday night, well, technically early Friday morning, and he had about three hours left in his shift. He’d go home in time to get the kids ready to go to school, and then come tomorrow morning, they’d be going off with Toni for the weekend and he was not looking forward to it. As the week had progressed, Jake grew more and more insistent that he didn't want to go with his mother and as much as Frerin wished he could just let him stay home, he knew Toni would be on the phone with her lawyer so fast, his head would spin. 

Lawyers. Arguments. Court dates. Those were what filled his free time and while he’d sat in on meetings with the hospital lawyers for various reasons, he’d never had to keep one on retainer until last winter. He found that all things considered, he preferred when he didn't have a lawyer on speed dial.

The pediatric ward was quiet, the rooms all mostly dark, the nurses, doctors, orderlies all walked softly and spoke in hushed tones. The nurses had been busy decorating the floor with red and green garlands, a six foot tall blue spruce tree stood in the corner across from the desk, draped with paper chains he’d seen some of the kids in the pediatric unit gluing together earlier. Candy canes and colored balls of varying size hung from the branches and a menorah stood on the desk itself. 

“If anyone needs me,” he said, pausing by the desk, “I’ll be down in the ER.”

“Go with God, Dr. Durin,” Angela said. “It’s a zoo down there tonight. I bumped into Carol Kingsley earlier and she said they’ve got them stacked three deep in some areas. Christmas parties in addition to the bar mayhem.”

“I just hope none of them are kids,” he replied softly.

Angela’s eyes grew sympathetic. “They paged you down, Frerin. That can’t be good.”

“I know.” He rubbed his eyes and then rapped his knuckles lightly against the desk. “Keep your fingers crossed just the same.”

“Will do.”

Labor and Delivery and the Neo-Natal ICU were at the far end of the corridor and he passed by them on his was to the elevators. The walls in the Pedes ward were bright and festive, but down here, the colors were sedate and tranquil—mostly soft blue and pale dusty rose—and it was noisier as well. Especially in the NICU, where monitors and alarms went off seemingly nonstop. Labor and Delivery was quiet for the moment, but that could always change in the blink of an eye.

When his own kids were babies, Frerin had a hard time just looking at the NICU. Jake was six weeks premature and had spent some time there and Frerin remembered all too well how awful it felt to be in that small room, standing over his newborn son, helpless despite all of his medical knowledge and training to do anything more. 

There were two couples and one single woman doing just that over three separate hospital bassinets now and Frerin sighed softly as the NICU team swarmed around the single woman’s child, monitors blaring, a doctor gently—but firmly—moving the mother (Frerin assumed she was the mother) aside.

He tried not to think about it as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in, but as the doors began to slide shut, the woman looked over at him and her expression was a like a punch to the gut. He’d seen it before, more times than he’d cared to think about—pleading, resigned, and numb all in one exhausted face. 

The doors slid shut and he leaned against the back wall with a sigh. Sunday couldn't get here soon enough. He looked forward to seeing Elena again.

He looked forward to kissing her again. 

It had been a long time since the thought of a woman sent anticipation fluttering through him, but Elena did just that. He couldn't stop thinking about her—her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes sparkled, the feel of her against him. He wanted to feel that again. Soon. 

The doors opened into chaos. The ER always picked up when the bars closed at two AM and the holiday situation only made it worse. He stepped out into the hallway, and was promptly grabbed by a guy parked in the hallway.

“You a doc?”

“Yes, I am, but,” Frerin jerked his wrist free, “I’m not a grownup doctor.”

“So we’ve heard. What are you doing down here again?”

“Funny.” He looked over at Carol. “I was paged, where’s the kid?”

Carol shook her head as she snapped on a pair of gloves. “I don't know. I didn't page you.” 

The guy on the gurney grabbed for him again. “Hey, doc, you aren’t doing anything important, take a look at my foot, will you?”

“Pipe down, Tony,” Carol snapped, moving to the end of his gurney. “What did you do this time?”

“I put my foot through a fucking picture frame, that’s what.”

She sighed. “How did you manage that?”

“I dunno. I’m clumsy.”

This time, Tony reached for her, and Frerin snagged his wrist before he could grab her. “Enough. Let her look at it. Carol, if you need me to stitch it—”

“Mark’s coming. He’s dealing with another frequent flyer in Curtain Two, it won’t be long.”

“You touch Nurse Kingsley again,” Frerin turned to Tony, “and you go in restraints. Got it?”

“Yeah, man. I got it.”

“Good.” Frerin released him. “Carol, he gives you any more trouble—”

“Security isn’t far.” She smiled up at him as she peeled off Tony’s bloody sock. “Go.”

Frerin skirted them to make his way to the front desk. “Someone paged me?”

“Dr. D,” Ashley smiled up at him, “I did. We’ve got a nine year old in anaphylactic shock rolling up in five.”

“Do we know what caused it?”

“No. Collins didn't say.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab a cup of coffee. Let me know when they get here.”

He crossed over to the lounge and sighed at the nearly-empty coffee pot left on the burner, which baked the last remnants of the previous pot into the glass. “Wonderful.”

He’d just put the pot in to soak when the door banged open and a nurse in dark green said, “Dr. Durin? Rig’s pulling up with your anaphylaxis kid.”

“What’s open?”

“Trauma One.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

She bobbed her head and the door swung shut. He grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands, then hurried back out to Trauma One just as the paramedics wheeled in the nine year old. “Give me the bullet.”

“Max Gonzales,” the paramedic said, “nine years old, apparently allergic to cashews and only found out about half an hour ago. Mom and dad are on their way. His BP is—”

Frerin listened with one ear as he smiled down at the wheezing, dark-haired boy on the gurney. “Hi, Max. Can you understand me?”

Max nodded. 

“Good.” Frerin let his hand skim lightly along Max’s tousled dark hair. “I’m Dr. Durin and I know you’re having trouble breathing, but it’s going to be okay, all right? Your mom and dad will be here in a few minutes, but I’ve got you.”

“I—can’t—br—breathe…”

“I know. And I’m going to fix that for you, promise.” He looked over at the nurse who’d alerted him to the rig rolling up. She had to be new, because he had no idea who she was. “I’m sorry, I don't know your name.”

“Vanessa.”

“Vanessa, let’s start with point-three of epi, IM.”

She nodded. “On it.”

“Good.” He turned back to Max. “Hang in there, buddy. Medicine’s coming.”

Max reached for him, and Frerin smiled as he caught the boy’s hand. “It’s going to be okay, Max.”

Max’s fingers tightened about his as Vanessa administered the epinephrine, and within a few seconds, his breathing eased. Frerin eased his hand from Max’s and fit his stethoscope ear pieces in, then slid the diaphragm under the boy’s dinosaur pajama top. “Can you sit up for me, Max?”

“I think so.”

He did as Frerin asked, stiffening slightly when Frerin slid the stethoscope over his back. “I know, it’s a little cold and I’m sorry about that. It’ll warm up quickly.” He moved it from left to right, then down lightly and back to the left. 

“Sounds pretty good, buddy. Is breathing easier now?”

Max nodded. “A lot easier.”

“Good.” He looked up at Vanessa and bobbed his head. “Let’s put him on point-seven albuterol and move him into a quiet room for observation. Are his parents here yet?”

With that, the doors to the trauma room opened and Ashley said, “Dr. Durin, I’ve got Mr. And Mrs Gonzales.”

“Perfect timing.” Frerin pulled the earpiece free and draped the stethoscope about his neck. “I’m Dr. Durin. Did you know Max was allergic to cashews?”

“No. He’s never been allergic to anything,” Mrs. Gonzales replied, staring at her son with glinting eyes. “He’s a healthy kid.”

“What were you doing eating nuts in the middle of the night, kiddo?” Mr. Gonzales asked. “You were supposed to be sleeping.”

“I was hungry.”

“Well, next time, maybe have something else,” Frerin told him. “At least, have something you know you can eat. Mom, Dad, I think it’d be a good idea to set up an appointment with an allergist, so we don't have to do this again.”

Mrs. Gonzales looked from her son to him. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Don’t worry, we can give you a few names,” Vanessa assured her with a smile. 

“Thank you.” Mrs. Gonzales looked back at him and gestured to her son with one hand. “Can I touch him?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sure.” He stepped aside and gestured for her to come closer. “We’re just going to move him to a quieter room and keep an eye on him for a little while, but I don't think he’ll need to be admitted. Vanessa, would go with them?”

“Of course.” She smiled as one of the residents wheeled Max toward the doors. 

“Thank you, Dr. Durin,” Mr. Gonzales said softly, his hand at the small of his wife’s back. 

“I’ll come by in a bit to check on him. Vanessa, any changes, let me know at once.”

“Will do, doctor.”

The doors swung shut and the room was strangely quiet. He glanced up at the clock. Ten to four. Two more hours.

His pager went off and he sighed as he reached up to rub his eyes. NICU. Fuck.

The house was quiet and dark when he pulled into the driveway and as he killed the Infiniti’s engine, Frerin leaned his head back and let his eyes close. Working with kids was great most of the time, but like he told Elena, when it went south, it was horrible.

The human body was as fragile as it was resilient and some of the worst moments of his career were those when he had to pronounce an infant. Those moments aged him. When his kids were younger, he’d come off a shift like this one and just stand over their bassinet, their crib, their toddler bed, and silently thank whatever higher power was at work in making sure his children remained healthy and whole. 

They were older now, but his need to check on them hadn’t waned. He went inside, crept noiselessly up the main staircase, and began in Flynn’s room, which took a bit of navigational skill, as it often looked like a bomb had gone off in there. But, his firstborn was sound asleep, snoring like a buzzsaw, as Toni used to say about him.

Maura was next. Her room was far neater than her brother’s and definitely girlier, with its soft pink walls and sheer pink curtains dotted with silver sequins in a butterfly pattern. A salt lamp glowed from pink to blue to purple on the small wood and tile-top table she’d made the previous year in woodshop and she was sound asleep beneath the fluffy pink comforter that was part of the bedding set he and Toni had given her for Christmas the previous year.

He bent over to lightly kiss her forehead, smiling as she mumbled, “Go ’way,” and rolled over to offer him her back. 

He tugged the comforter up to her shoulder and crept from her room to Jake’s, at the end of the hall closest to the bedroom Frerin once shared with Toni. With a soft sigh, Frerin just gazed down at his baby. He was almost eleven years old, but to Frerin, he would always be his baby and asleep, as the others did, Jake looked even younger. 

Pulling Jake’s door by, Frerin stepped out into the hallway and sighed softly as he made his way to his own bedroom, where he unknotted his dark blue and silver swirled tie, and then unbuttoned his pale blue dress shirt. The tie went back on the rack in the closet, his belt on the hook alongside it, and as he came back out of the closet, he tossed the shirt and his socks into the laundry basket on the floor alongside his high chest of drawers. His trousers would go into the pile to go to the cleaners before work on Saturday, and clad in only his dark gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, he padded into the bathroom and started the shower. 

He stood under the hot spray, eyes closed, water sluicing down along his temples, soaking into his beard, pounding over his shoulders. He made no move to reach for soap or shampoo, unable to get that NICU mom out of his mind. Her name was Amelia, she was seventeen years old, and her family disowned her because of the baby girl she’d given birth to not quite twenty-four weeks along. And there was nothing he could do for her daughter. Nothing the hospital could do. The only thing he could do was look up at the clock, pronounce her daughter’s time of death and offer his condolences. And when he did, she just stared up at him for a long moment and then whispered, “Is that it?”

He’d nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

She’d bobbed her head, her bottom lip quivering, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Then she’d bowed her head and one of the NICU nurses eased an arm about her shoulders, while he filled out the paperwork. When he’d finished, Amelia was on the phone, not crying, but she sounded almost dazed and when he’d passed by, she reached out to catch his wrist and thanked him.

Thanked him.

He did nothing to be thanked for and yet—

She’d thanked him.

“Fuck.” He reached for the shampoo.

When he emerged, in a cloud of steam, he felt more like himself and when he came down into the kitchen and heard Flynn and Maura arguing over who was the better goalie, Richter or Lundvist, he chimed in with, “Shesterkin has them both beat,” as he crossed to the Keurig.

“That’s what I said,” Jake broke in. “And they ignored me.”

“Well, he doesn’t have a cup,” Flynn said.

“Neither does Hank and you’re throwing his name out regardless,” Frerin tugged open the drawer below the counter, where the K-Cups were kept, and took out a Folger’s Black Silk pod. “And why are you fighting about hockey anyway? Did I miss something last night?”

“No. Boston kicked the shit out of the Rangers.”

“Flynn, mouth.”

He shook his longish dark hair out of his eyes. “Sorry, Dad. How was your shift?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Why? What happened?” This came from Maura, who set her spoon against the side of her bowl. “Did you lose someone, Dad?”

“Yeah. A micropreemie. But, I also saved a kid from anaphylaxis, so there���s that.”

“What’s anaphylaxis?” Jake asked.

“He was allergic to cashews and had trouble breathing. But, he got the ER in time and will go home with his parents later today.” Frerin took the cup from the tray on the Keurig and brought it up for a much needed sip. “Did you all get your homework done?”

“Yeah.” Maura sighed. “Flynn had to help me with my algebra homework. Why do I even have to learn this? When will I ever use it again?”

To Frerin’s surprise, Flynn nudged her shoulder with his. “You’ll get it. It’s just that Mrs. Henderson is old and a crappy teacher. Nobody who has her understands algebra because she’s a dinosaur who doesn’t remember how to teach it.”

“It’s still stupid. And I have a test on Monday. I’m never gonna pass it.”

“I’ll help you over the weekend. Bring your stuff when we go to Mom’s.”

Maura wrinkled her nose and Frerin braced himself as her blue eyes met his. “Do we have to go to Mom’s this weekend? We’re seeing her on Christmas, isn’t that enough? I can’t stand that stupid boyfriend of hers.”

“Yes, you do and no, it’s not. In that order.” Frerin lowered his cup. “And what’s wrong with him?”

She just shot him a look. “Are you serious, Dad?”

“Yeah. I’m dead serious.”

“Well, for starters, it’s just like the last time. He’s overly friendly, like he wants to prove he doesn’t hate us just for existing, but you just know he wishes Mom would just not want us to come over.” Maura flung herself against the back of her chair with enough force it rocked back slightly. “And he’s just so skeezy.”

That made Frerin straighten up. “Skeezy how?”

“He’s like a used car salesman,” Flynn broke in, “all big teeth, cheesy smile, and back slaps. I want to dick punch him. He’s just such an ass.”

Frerin bit back a smile. “Ignore him. Your mother is the one you’re there to see. And as long as he keeps his distance…”

“You know, Dad,” Maura grinned up at him, “you didn't tell us how your date went the other night and you were home by eleven. Was it that bad? Tell me it wasn’t that bad, please.”

“No,” he shook his head, moving to the table to sit across from them, “it wasn’t bad at all, but it also wasn't a date.”

“You went to dinner,” Jake told him pointedly. “Isn’t that a date?”

“We didn't go out to dinner. That’s this Sunday.”

“Mom’s gonna flip,” Maura chuckled. “She asks about you, you know.”

“Maur, don't even go there,” he told her softly, shaking his head. 

“I know, but she does. And are we going to get to meet this mystery woman?”

“In time, if things go well. But, I promise you, she is not a skeezy used car salesman type at all.” He glanced at the clock on the microwave. “You two should get going.”

“Yeah, I know,” Flynn signed as he shoved his chair away from the table and stood. “Dad, you cannot possibly do any worse than Mom has.”

“Well, that’s something.” Frerin grinned at his oldest. “Drive carefully and make sure Jake eats something besides Frosted Flakes for dinner tonight.”

“Dad, when do you go back on days?”

He looked over at Jake. “Not until after the New Year. It’s only a few more weeks.”

“I hate when you work nights.”

“Yeah, I’m not too crazy about it, either, but that’s being a grownup, bud. You sometimes have to work the overnight shift when you don't want to.”

“Just think,” Maura rose from her chair and deposited her cereal bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, “in a few years, you’ll be able to throw parties when Dad’s working graveyard.”

Jake’s eyes lit, but before he could say anything, Frerin broke in, “I’ll hire a night nanny for you if that’s a possibility.”

“You never let us have any fun.” Maura slung her backpack over her left shoulder. 

“I know. Mean Dad strikes again. Have a good day, both of you and Flynn—”

“I know,” he sighed, “I’ll drive carefully.”

“Humor your old man, okay?”

The two of them thudded out of the kitchen and a moment later, the front door slammed. Jake sighed softly, setting his spoon down. “I really do hate when you work nights.”

“I know. I really don't like it, either, but sometimes, I have to work the shifts no one else can. That’s what being the boss means.”

“I thought it meant telling everyone what to do.”

“Well, there’s that, but it’s also picking up the slack when no one else can, either. And right now, my department is understaffed.”

“Where are all the doctors?”

“That, Jake, is a good question. Budget cuts make hiring staff and keeping staff more difficult when private hospitals don't have that problem and can lure good doctors away.”

“Why don't you do that? Aren’t you a good doctor?”

Frerin grinned. “I hope I am, but I’m happy where I am. I like where I am.”

“Mom used to get mad when you did the overnights. Is that why she left?”

Frerin sighed. Jake didn't know and he wasn't about to tell him the real reason why he and Toni were divorcing. “No, it’s a lot more complicated than that. Your mother and I just can’t live together any more.”

Jake sighed softly. “I hate that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Frerin reached out to rumple his thick auburn hair. “But sometimes, life throws crappy stuff at you. This is one of those times.”

Jake looked up at him. “But, if Mom said she was sorry—”

“We’ve had this discussion,” Frerin broke in gently, “and that’s not going to happen, Jake. Like I’ve said, the day will come when you will understand and you’ll realize we did the right thing. It’s better for you and Maura and Flynn.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but it will.”

“One day, right?”

Frerin nodded. “One day, I promise.” He glanced up at the clock. “We should get you off to school, buddy. Go get your stuff.”

Jake slid down from his chair and strode out of the kitchen to head up to his room. As his footfalls sounded overhead, Frerin sank back in his chair and sighed. One day. 

It couldn't come soon enough.

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #ER AU #Hospital AU #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fin #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

[brandwhorestarscream]

the tfa au with the decepticons being able to have sparklings and the autobots can't. can you share what you have come up with.

Sure! So, first of all, the governance: I'm imagining it being like, autobots and decepticons essentially living in different "countries". The decepticon occupied citystates essentially forming one, and the autobot occupied ones forming another. There's a peace treaty that says autobots may not encroach on decepticon territory uninvited and without proper paperwork, kinda like how irl you need an approved passport or visa to enter ither countries you do not have citizenship or residence in

Widely the general populations aren't supposed to mingle freely; the autobots still have mountains of prejudice against decepticons and war frames in general, and the decepticons are ofc still very sour toward their ex-oppressors. Most of the interactions are state sponsored and carefully monitored, and the autobot council is working around the clock to keep their nervous population from having a breakdown or staging an uprising. Turns out finding out you're on the brink of extinction and the only means of saving yourselves lies with the very people you've been pushing propaganda against for 4 million years doesn't exactly inspire confidence or peace of mind. Who could have predicted?

The first sparklings born on Cybertron are a worldwide news story. Some of the first are Starscream's, sired by Jazz, his triplet seekerlings and little grounder Blues. Next There's Lockdown and Prowl's little one, who comes out with their carrier's white and their sire's gold. Most of the autobot population has never even seen a sparkling before, and at first are very offput by them. These tiny bots are so useless! They're so clumsy and are always tripping over themselves, they can't even speak! They babble endless nonsense and cry at the slighest inconvenience! What's wrong with them?

But the more people start interacting with them they realize just how lovable and precious sparklings are--they're complete blank slates that are totally clueless about the world, with such capacity for learning and compassion and wonder. The world is a blank slate in a baby's optics, endless possibilities to explore, countless adventures to be had. They know nothing of war or prejudice or hate, only joy and love. And they quickly become a sensation: suddenly, everyone wants one.

Now, the decepticons are the only ones capable of creating them. So there's 2 options:

1. Cloning of reproductive arrays and then bestowing them on mecha via organ transplants

2. Using decepticon surrogates and carefully extracted spark-energy to fertilize and implant a baby created by a sire who physically can't sexually reproduce

Megatron immediately denies the proposal of the first option. If the autobots start breeding their newly-achieved peace will be put in jeopardy. The war frames ability to foster newsparks is their greatest bargaining chip. They can't afford to lose it. So, the first drafts of the surrogacy program starts

It's entirely decepticon controlled, first of all. They're the ones who will have to do all of the work, they get full control of their bodies, no exceptions. Surrogates can approve or deny any potential sires on a whim, it's completely at their own discretion. Parenting rights are to be decided on a case by case basis, depending on what the carrier wants and their appointed lawyer(s) help them write into their contract. And surrogacy isn't free: a surrogate is free to set their own fee however they wish.

And, most importantly, not just anyone can become a sire. These chucklefucks have never even seen a baby before; the cons don't want just anyone handling an innocent newspark. Every prospective sire gets put through intensive training classes, throwing every possible exhausting, messy, terrifying, maddening situation being a parent could possibly throw at them. Making sure they can actually handle the pressure and understand what it means to be responsible for the life of another that will be totally dependent on them for care. They have to teach them proper communication, about child development, the importance of routine and love and sparksharing, anything and everything under the sun. There's probably even part of the program that requires the sire and sparkling stay under watch for awhile after the birth, just to ensure they're actually able to take good care of the little one.

While the so called "sire education and preparation program" (aka "daddy school" as Bumblebee so aptly put it) definitely weeded out all of the ones who were just caught up in the craze, there's still a large number of civilians who want to pursue parenthood. There's a cap limit on how many can be born to the surrogacy program in a certain amount of time, and there's not infinite surrogates, so there's a waitlist a mile long for those who want to be parents. And I'm sure you guys will never guess who's one of the first to sign up (Optimus. It's Optimus. Change my mind)

#de-extinction au

[rozetheeuwu]

I have no idea who they are, so feel free to tell me everything about them. I feel like I'm super behind some of you guys' OCs lol

*Slams Dearil on the table and gently puts Chad next to him*

Okay so these are my rejuv and reborn ocs. They are related/part of the same universe. I made them both a while ago but properly using them again. (Well, Chad I did use a lot, but Dearil not at all.)

A bit of their info has changed since I made them.

Dearil has two versions, Renegade and Paragon. Chad does the Lin route in reborn.

I'm copying and pasting this from discord and have not spellchecked and stuff.

more under read more (No spoilers on new karma files content:

Okay so pre-reborn and rejuv events both of the them lived in Oblivia (region where the game Pokemon Ranger: Guardian Signs takes place)

TW: mentions of child abuse, death, witchcraft and gaslighting

When Chad was young (let's say around 7 years old) his house was set on fire and his parents and sibling died while he survived, he was taken in by a woman named Aasha (not real name, nor did she 'legally' adopt him) Aasha is a Giratina worshipper and is part of a cult, she practices witchcraft and stuff like that as well.

When he was 10 years old Aasha brought home a year old named Dearil (unknown if it's his real name or not), Chad had taken it upon himself to look after him and give him a relatively okay child hood.

Aasha was abusive, both physically more so than mentally. (The latter more so than the first, both of the kids received abuse but Dearil more so than Chad.)

Chad was Aasha's golden child and wanted him to be her successor, because of this Dearil was often left on his own a lot but Chad looked after him. Dearil is often VERY starved for affection which Chad provides, Chad has become very distant and stone cold towards everyone around him except Dearil who he'll put up a front for.

Chad like I said grows up to be emotionally distant, but also obdient. Dearil despite hating her has become a lot like Aasha. Rebellious and cruel. Dearil is only nice and caring towards Chad.

Despite attempting to protect Dearil from their adoptive mother's abuse Chad was still at the end of a day also a victim and would fall in line if Aasha's punishemts were too scary or too much for him to handle.

Although Dearil does think Chad is a coward for that, he does understand the fear and doesn't hold it against his older brother. Not always at least.

(This concludes their upbringing, it's brief and not detailed but enough)

Chad, at one point has become more powerful than Aasha, however the fear instilled in him was still great until one day he snapped and overpowered her.

At that point he tries to tell Dearil to run away with him, but Dearil refuses.

Despite hating Aasha she's still Dearil's authority figure and parental figure. She always promised the boy power and the chance to be better and stronger than everyone.

Dearil tried to convince they should stay home together and take on the world together. (Note, he's not looking to take over the world or anything, he's just wanting to survive and he constantly feels like he has to be on guard and attack mode. As does Chad ofc, but he wants to learn to not want to live like that anymore.)

Chad refuses and ultilmatly makes the hard decision to leave Dearil behind, he can no longer live there in the region with his abused and scarred past there. He takes the first boat and leaves to wherever with no destination in mind. He eventually arrives in one of the main game regions and sees a advertisement to the reborn league.

Not having much of a destination in mind he goes for it and the events of reborn main game start there.

At one point during reborn main game Aasha uses her power to connect herself with Chad and tries to convince him to go back.

A little before the glass factory events she uses her power to teleport Chad to a place similar to the distortion world alongside and they fight, she loses and Chad goes back despite her begging and manipulating.

Aasha has been weakened but when she returns she snaps and attempts to destroy everything around her in a frenzy. Dearil tries to take her down but he is simply on strong enough and perishes. This is when he ||meets Variya (Prob spelled her name wrong lol) and is given the role as interceptor||, he gets revived and his host is ||Aero||. (Timeline wise ||5|| years have passed for Chad but Dearil is still the same age from en he died) However Dearil's soul is now filled with hatred, hatred towards Aasha, Chad and the world. However he doesn't remember them and now they don't know WHY they feel so much anger and the constant need to take revenge on ||someone||. He doesn't trust anyone and has no interest in helping anyone out. He simply goes along with the others because he feels he has no destiny or path forward in life anymore.

Seeing ||Giratina in Wispy Tower|| awakens some memories, but not enough. He doesn't do any help center quests, he feels no need to be playful or nice to his friends. He does not seem to care about people who pass away.

When ||Clear and Kieran give him the option to help them destroy the world or whatever ||he takes it. At this point in time he has gotten *some* memories of their past back, but he isn't sure if it's their own memories. He just knows he wants revenge on *something* and|| Clear and Kieran ||are handing that to him on a silver platter.

The thing is Dearil wasn't supposed to have memories of his past, but whatever magic Aasha used against him as become part of him, which also fueled his need for revenge and his hatred. (Aasha felt like the world was against her). Aasha always had a connection to her sons and is always able to know where they are because of it, but they're always able to sense her because of it as well.

Although we're not that far in the game yet in what I assume will be the final battle time stops completely around Dearil.

At first he thinks is ||Tiempa || but then someone speaks to him, someone he thinks he's never heard before, yet the voice sounds so familiar. A golden gate to what seems to be a different world opens and they are told to come through it. They do.

Inside the world time seems to continued and ||the storm seems|| to have infiltrated as well there. Continuing further he sees the men from his memories, Chad. Alongside him is a Giratina (not the one in Aevium) and Arceus (this one looks weird, is it shiny?)

Chad starts with "It seems the ||storm ||has even affected in the new world, I had hoped to evacuate reborn to here if things went south but..."

They talk for a bit and then they fight. Dearil finally fully remembers where the pain, betrayel and anger comes from and attempts to kill Chad, but fails. Chad overpowers him in a pokemon battle and easily in hand to hand combat.

With help of Giratina the magic from Aasha is released from him and Dearil, although still feeling angry and betrayed by Chad slowly starts to feel regret about all his choices.

Chad finally apologizes, although Dearil doesn't forgive him he says he understands.

Dearil says he doesn't want to continue to hurt people anymore and asks if Chad will help out, his older brother explains that things have gone to far south to be fixed right now.

Chad explains that he can send Dearil back in time with help of Dialga and practically reset the events. Dearil won't remember the events in Aevium but will remember their past together and Chad's final words for him now. Words of affirmation, care, expression of guilt and love.

He explains that Dearil's memories might come back at some points, but he is afraid of the consequences what will happen if he allows Dearil to remember everything from the start.

Dearil agrees to it and is send back, at the paragon route starts there.

However although the magic was released from Dearil some of it is still part of him, so his old renegade self comes out from time to time.

That's the quick none detailed version of their story!

Chad specializes in Dragon and Ghost types

Renegade Dearil specializes is Ghost and Dark and Paragon Dearil specializes in Ghost and Dragon.

Chad's starter is Charizard and Dearil's Hisuan Typhlosian in both routes.

Chad (He/Him) is early to mid 20's during Reborn's story and Dearil (He/They) is 18 at the start of the SS Oceana stuff

During the events in Aevium Chad gets married (to you know who if you know me) and has had/is having twins.

Okay so this is their backstory and such, I can also give random facts but maybe for another ask because this is a lot.

Sorry for the long ass post 😭 I've always loved Chad but Dearil makes me INSANE rn with the rejuv brainrot.

Thanks for the ask!!

#pink answers #chad collins #dearil (oc) #I'm insane about them #yes dearil does not have a last name #'collins' was always Chad's surname even before he was adopted

[phxntmhv]

【30 Questions of CP, OC & Fandom★】　　 

Credits to @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

1.How long have you been in this fandom? 

Since 2016, so this year I will celebrate 6 years loving traumatized vampires lol.

2. Who's your fictional boyfriend/husband? 

K o u.

3. Why do you like them? 

Oh no, you don't want me to start talking about him.

He’s my free therapy. (??)

I literally have an 11-page PDF in Spanish analyzing his character and explaining why I love him so much.

HE’S BLONDE OK I HAVE SOMETHING FOR BLONDIES-

I just don’t know how to explain AAAAAAAAAA.

Let’s just say that really adore his character construction, his looks, his voice and… Everything??

4. Have you make acquaintance with anyone that ships themselves with the same character? 

Yep, it's actually less people than I expected when I’ve joined the fandom but I'm glad Kou has some recognition and "fans" in the real world, although I totally understand why he can't be a highly acclaimed character.

5. How do you feel about it? 

I don’t care really, there was a time when I felt even more insecure about other ocs, but nowadays it doesn't really matter or affect me as long as no one messes with me. Also, I really must say that I love the creativity of the Muns!

6. Do you feel any negativity towards them? 

Nope.

7. Do you like seeing their oc(s) interact with your man/woman? 

It depends, I must admit that there are a lot of good characters even outside the ship with Kou. But since I consider myself a fan of well-constructed and readable stories, I wouldn't be able to couple MY tastes with all the ocs that are paired with him. However, my opinion should not be limiting or a hindrance for writers to do as they please, so I don't wish to offend anyone with this.

8. Do you feel competitive against them?

No. I consider their relationship as multiple universes.

9. Confident, or pessimistic? 

It depends.

10. Would you like more to get to know about your ship, or would you rather it being lowkey? 

A mix of both.

I like the ship and I wish I could bring more content from them more often, but I would like it to be understood that they are not the main couple of my story, they are actually quite secondary, and for that reason I would love to introduce the rest of my cast, but strangely I only have inspiration for KouRisu.

11. Do you follow any of those people (them whom ship themselves with your fictional lover) 

Yes, and fortunately we’re mutuals. <3

12. Are you friends with them? 

"Friends" is a strong word for me, but if I could define my relationship with them, it would be something a little less than that but a lot more than acquaintances/mutuals. I appreciate them and am fond of them but unfortunately, I have not been able to get close enough in and out of character.

13. What do you think about the 'stans' ? 

Honestly, I'm not interested in Kou’s “fandom” outside of artistic or literary, so I haven't interacted with them much. I only associate with roleplayers or artists, so I can't really have a strong opinion on this.

14. Are you worried about plagiarism or copying of your oc(s) by others? 

I don't think anyone would dare, I'm very perceptive about small details. And if it were to happen, I would expect cooperation and understanding in order to come to a reasonable conclusion.

15. How do you handle such a situation if it happens? 

-

16. Is your cp public or only between a particular circle of friends? 

Public.

17. Do you lock a specific cp ship, what’s the reason? (I dare you to tag them~!) 

Not at all.

I mean, I love everyone’s effort but I REALLY like and support the ships of my closest friends: Dany x Ruki, Elly x Azusa, Artemis x Shuu, Ren x Subaru, Alastair x Finnie, Reiji x Seren

and OFC my babies that I didn’t introduce yet: Ayato x Opal (another of my selfinserts).

18. What kind of behaviors do you suppose is pretentious to you? 

-

19. What kind of comments do you dislike the most when it comes cp feedbacks of your oc(s)? 

I have not received any comments that bother me so far.

20. Have you receive hates about your oc(s) before? 

No.

21. Do you have a complete love story of your cp?  

Half of it.

22.  Do you allow joint of alternate universe with the canon version of your cp story? 

No:c

You can’t join Mirrored Fate or Neon Wonderland, sorry─

23. Are you okay with people shipping their oc(s) with yours? 

YESSSSSS, OFC. I’M A BIG FAN OF THE OC X OC.

24. Ever gone through a bad experience in the fandom? 

We don’t talk about Amino, nonono we don’t talk about Aminooo.

25. The ocs that you admire in this fandom are? (Tag them~)

@solarstellarstar @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat @yuriko-tsukino-rp @strawberry--bride @gingerall @secretarykang @sunny-flower-spot @retelling-of-ragnarok @lured-into-wonderland @kindan-no-kanojo @iricathel @crowtunezz @supersweetlyuniquebouquetstuff @dialoveryuukos @mino-diabolik @komori--shoma

And I probably forgetting others, so I'm sorry TT

If i didn't tag u but I follow you, know that I admire you too!! Akwkflqkw sorry I'm very forgetful

@eyelessdoll-y I don't know much about your ocs but YOU MAKE AMAZING ART AAA PLS FOLLOW HER 😭😭😭💕💕

I know I've said it multiple times, but I really admire the ability you have to hold on to your projects, not be afraid of your creativity outside the canon and get out of the margin in pretty surprising ways. ^^❤️

26. What is the moment that caused you to feel most disappointed or excited? 

The asks-

I just look at them and I’m like “TF ARE YOU DOING??? WRITE SOMETHING U STUPID”

And then

“Shut up I’m on my mysme obsession /proceeds to draw anything but oc content”

27. The scariest era that you have come across in the fandom? 

Diabolik Lovers’ Hispanic Amino- BRO I STILL HAVING TRAUMAS ABOUT IT

28. The most wonderful thing you have come across in this fandom? 

I met the people I care about most in the world, even if they are far away or not from the same biological family, they give me the warmth and love I need since 2019. I could give anything for each of them and that's why I try to include them in the ocs projects I do.

And of course, I feel enormously privileged to meet more people with minds full of inspiration and love for their characters or projects, you guys really talented and I hope you all keep going with it! <3

29. Say something towards those that support and admire your cp~ 

GUYS IDK WHY YOU LIKE IT BUT THANK YOU

YALL SHOULD MARRY ME

Jk jk

30. You've worked hard, keep up the good work! ★★★

Thanks JJSAJJA

[chvrybdis]

trying to get this out so we can get the show on the road (we cheered aha) buttt disclaimer, it's been a while since i wrote/used tumblr so if you see me trying to figure out stuff or making really cringe-y mistakes, im so sorry. relearning as me and jae go : D

hiii helllooo im kiyo! i've written out some basic info for jae which can be found here! some are still a work in progress but i think it's enough to get some writing done. if you prefer dc for plotting, will def provide my handle but tumblr ims works as well! you can like this post for plotting purposes as well and we can dish sth up for these bad boys : D this might be a bit long so apologies in advance.

quick stats/basics/info:

name: kwon jaeyoung

birthday: 001115 (November 15, 2000)

big three: scorpio sun, aries moon, scorpio rising

birthplace: seoul, south korea

year & major: third year, environmental science

living arrangement: yellow hall, room 2D

nicknames can be wonjae, jae - he'll respond to anything that's a variation of his name or anything unique, he likes to be special (wont say it out loud ofc). jae is t4d's presidential candidate (vote for him aha) so you'll likely see him in events/workshops/activities they are hosting. he talks about programs, platforms and anything under the category of bringing anomaly awareness/helping both anomalies and humans in need. jae provides a mountain of information regarding t4d workshops, using himself as an example of how much it has helped him control his powers.

basically, jae is a very proactive member of t4d : D and his devotion to human-anomaly unification is so solid that it can honestly be annoying. he donates to fundraisers, both anomaly and human in need, as if trying to prove anomalies are not a danger to society is his life's mission. in his free time, he can be found playing football and basketball. jae is a straight A student, not that he fears failure, he's currently trying to unlearn his workaholic tendencies (inserting the tw here: anxiety inducing episodes & depression).

his adoptive family are humans. jae's family consist of his mom, dad and older brother. they're very supportive of jae and have always treated him like their own. his mom runs a bake shop and his dad is in tech (this is where he got the stem influence). jae's older brother is a miracle baby of sort and they wanted a sibling for him, but his mom has had pregnancy issues from the get go. he rarely talks about his biological parents but jae tells everyone he never harbored ill feelings towards them (this is a lie, obviously). he doesn't hate them, more on the neutral side of things. it's complicated.

jae's early memories are that of his nightmares, it's tucked in the back of his brain - rotting and cobwebbed. what he tells people are the sunny days and joy filled summer camps he joined after settling in with his new family. beaches, family trips he went to. jae and his older brother playing sports together, discovering tricks and who's better at what. he's very grateful to them, so much so that he thinks/feels he owes his life to his found family. this also enables his need/want to help other anomalies.

tracing back to jae feeling very grateful to his family, he's had incidents of pushing himself to limits as a kid in order to prove that his adoptive parents did not make a mistake of choosing him - even when his parents have never claimed to have wanted anything from jae, just that he's safe at all times and happy. this is what he's trying to unlearn, the dire need to excel in ways that his body cannot fully commit to. this too comes from his past, not the fear of abandonment, but to be put in a situation where jae has to give up something so precious to him - he doesn't want a repeat of his own history, not again and not to others.

however, due to his human environment upbringing, jae did not have much knowledge of his powers. instead, he relied upon books and materials at hand. his biological parents did not serve that purpose as well, or at least did not have the time/resources/unable to due to the fact that they were prohibited to do so. his enrollment to sua marks as jae's discovery of his abilities, he's learned quite a huge in comparison to what he knew (which is next to nothing). jae has attended t4d's workshops himself before joining the team, which solidifies his experience/candidacy even more.

crystal manipulation anomaly

he can conjure up crystals from thin air/the ground. smaller bits and pieces are the easiest, he can even do them with his eyes closed. bigger, multiple at a time might be difficult at the moment. jae needs the utmost focus and determination to create massive shards, but it will exhaust him in the end.

these crystals are shaped like broken/chipped iceberg pieces. jae can manipulate the size and weight, depending on his state and concentration. on really good days, he can make weapons, shields and body armor out of them. on bad days, especially when his mental is tanking out, the shards would manifest out of his skin that it cuts (bleeds). its like when a pokemon move hits the user back, legit. jae takes the damage instead.

crystal sealing is a way to freeze a matter/being in time. jae can seal small creatures like insects, small birds and anything that is smaller than a medium sized dog (smaller than a corgi, fr). when surprised, he might do it accidentally and who's to say jae knows how to undo it (he's working on that).

it doesn't really serve much purpose outside of combat or transportation, so jae doesn't feel the need to use his powers. his crystals are easily breakable by repeated heavy force or from a certain sound frequency. under heat, it will likely melt after some time.

brief personality

he's a goofball, a silly boy who likes to make his friends laugh. he doesn't joke about global crisis, but jae is chill most of the time. just because he's a straight A student does not mean he cannot get into trouble, because he has LMFAO. he's outgoing, really jumpy and excited around close friends. jae might be a bit shy at first, the awkward laughs and smiles but give him two more meets, he'll open up. jae can definitely be an enabler but don't trust him to be a getaway driver/anything of sort. he's very studious and athletic aka the only time you'll find him in dorms is when he's asleep. jae is relatively busy due to his classes and t4d events so he's not ignoring anyone. also why he's not pursuing any romantic interests.

plots/connections

close friends! the people he's been turning down hangouts with and its likely he's gonna get dropped sooner or later (please don't).

t4d orgmates! he's seen them more than anyone for the past ? how many months now and at this point, anyone might assume jae is best friends with them (they can be).

stem major solidarity! if jae shares same classes or the relative, he's likely passing around notes or hosting study sessions despite his very busy schedule. he also offers tutoring services but only once a week, an hour at best : D

similar anomaly as him! it doesn't have to be the same, or at least someone he can learn from. someone who understands how painful it can be and to share that between them. (this is also open to anyone who has similar side effects to jae's anomaly!)

anything, really : D yellow hall dormmates too. practice partner - a potential t4d member. he likes spreading good vibes and encouragement!

[donaidk]

Was there really any uncertainty on Daniels part tho? Like realistically if you got through his options on where else he was going…. Like even after Sebs seat was free he reiterated that he wasn’t interested in moving. The seats available were AT, AM, Williams, AR and Haas. You can remove AT because they’re out of the question. After publicly saying he was dedicated to the team it’s a bit embarrassing on his part. Not to mention the team also consistently saying he was staying right up and till the day Oscar signed. I’m by no means saying them signing Oscar was bad, he deserves the seat and Daniel has been underperforming so the team are well in their right and made a good decision to secure his talent. The rumours of Daniel reaching out were only made after Alonsos departure, which according to the timeline was after Oscar signing and him being told that he was being replaced.

This will be long so buckle up. It's also my last addition to this discussion till we get official statements. I'm going back to normal usage of my blog and writing as I'm done with this side of the fandom.

Let's look at this from different sides, cause you can't really take one until you know the full truth from the teams/drivers.

What's been reported on from a trustworthy source is Oscar not going to Alpine. That's it. Anything else came from newspages that are either known for posting shit that fits their agenda or just speculations. Now, the things that MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED.

Oscar signed with McLaren after giving the middle finger to Alpine. Possibilities: him being '23 reserve and driver from '24 onwards, driver from '23 onwards, signed an agreement that he's going to McLaren the moment theres's an open seat (giving Dan as much time as he wants) and literally 3 trillion other possibilities.

Daniel has that clause in his contract which was I think mentioned previously to this mess as well, and he didn't tell the team anything official as of August 1st. Why? He voiced wanting to stay, team voiced wanting him to stay. Why make the team wait then? Maybe because he wanted options, totally fair, every driver should be allowed to do so and I'm happy if he find somewhere better. But is that 100% loyalty towards the team, just like everyone excepts the team to have 100% loyalty? I wouldn't say so. Can this be untrue? Sure, but I have seen it as part of quite a few discussions and makes sense after Zak said it's on Dan totally if he wants to try '23 or not.

McLaren actually signed Oscar for '23 driving and told Dan this after signing the new driver. Is it messy, totally wrongly handled and unrespectful? If the clause doesn't exist, yes. If he did actually hold the team in limbo over his seat, no, and I'm almost certain the team in this situation would have not signed Oscar for anything other than an agreement or reserve role unless they want to get sued. You can be sure their lawyer and contract team will not make this mistake. They know the weight of things like this.

My own 2 cents: Daniel underperformed, hugely. He wasn't sabotaged, he wasn't held back and he wasn't treated differently. He got the same car and had the same chances/problems as the other side of the garage. If you think having DRS and being quicker than your team mate on the straight is real speed differene, than I can only say believe what you want. You can look at all the data and telemetry and you can easily see he was just simply off pace. It's not a secret. Is it respectful to sign someone in secret because of it (if that's what happened, we ofc don't know)? Of course not, it's horrible and it should have been dealt with between team and driver. However, will we know if it previously WAS dealt with between them? No, unless the team or driver shares that information. If you get a job and make promises that you later fail to keep, you will get sacked no matter the workplace. It should be dealt with respectfully from both parties but we have to recognise, not everything is available for our ears and eyes in this part of the world and we won't know all the ins and outs of a discussion.

What I also wanna highlight, you deal with sadness however you want. Be sad, cry, deal with the emotions this brings you. Say the team was disrespectfull in your opinion, say it should have been dealt differently or that you hate someone that was part of this whole thing. BUT the moment you start threatening others and hurting others because of "this is how i deal with my emotions" you bring others into this and you will be rightfully disagreed with. Wishing death/hurt/crashes on drivers or fans is not simply you dealing with your emotions and being sad but being nasty and a horrible human being. Do it respectfully, just like you want a team to deal with your driver respectfully. That's all we ask and that's our BIGGEST FUCKING PROBLEM with anyone defending/talking about Dan for the past 1,5 years. You can defend someone in any way you want until it's bringing others in the way that you wish them any hurt. We have seen that no matter how Dan did, all you guys could do is either be happy/mad/sad AND bring others down without it making a sense that you brought them into the dicussion. Have your emotions and keep others alone. THIS GOES TO LANDO AND ANYONE FANS WHO DO THE SAME AND CAN'T BE HAPPY/SAD ABOUT THEIR DRIVERS WITHOUT FEELING THE NEED TO GO AND BRING DOWN OTHER DRIVERS/FANS.

To the ones saying "this is how sports work, ofc i don't want others than my fave to succeed". Cool, say you want them to do bad or not reach points or whatever. But are you ot of your mind thinking wishing death/crashes/anythign actually harmful upon them is the same caliber and normal? I fucking hope you don't.

Anons you are always welcome here, and I will read your asks in whatever topic you wanna discuss but I will not answer ones like these. You're always welcome to come off of anon and message me, we can talk about whatever, I'm not one to ever air private discussions or your name, that's not how it works here. I hope you all have a lovely day 🧡

[callumilott]

Merci Anthoine, for helping us live, then and now.

#anthoine hubert #jake hughes #jack aitken #pierre gasly #juan manuel correa #f2 #graphic* #* #idek i wanted to make something that kinda forms an image of who he was #and who better to tell us than people he was close to #most quotes are paraphrased or shortened for editing but i have sources for all of these if anyone wants to know #caption is from one of jacks ig posts from last year #idk this isnt meant to be sad just to remember?? does that make sense #i really dont wanna make anything thats like date of birth date of death #much rather would just try to remember in a good way #but ofc everyone is free to handle this however they like #this is just my way #it is tuesday and im rambling and this took all my mental energy lmao