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Dracule Mihawk's older sister headcanons (part 1)

This idea was born from a conversation with @giurochedadomani, as well her amazing blog. This is part one of two, part two is here.

Dracule Mihawk x sister!reader

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🗡️ Mihawk’s sister is twelve years older than him. They are born in an impoverished noble family; she receives a good education and pretty clothes, but has no dowry nor prospects. She is born with a lame leg, which makes it difficult for her to walk unless assisted by a cane.

🗡️ Her father is a distant man, not physically violent but too occupied with his books and hunting and social visits to pay any attention to a female child; her mother is a kind, melancholic woman, unhappy in her forced marriage but who has found some happiness in the rearing of her daughter, and charity, and painting - one of the few appropriate hobbies for a noblewoman. Her mother paints a little portrait of her and her daughter together; it is not particularly good, since the artist lacks any real talent, but Mihawk’s sister will keep the painting with her for the rest of her life.

🗡️ Her mother dies in the birthing bed; she cries all her tears as she cradles her newborn baby-brother in her arms, deaf to the midwives asking to take him to wash the blood and the amniotic fluid away. She has no idea what will become of her, and him, now that their mother has passed, but as she holds him against her chest, the fussy baby immediately calming at her comforting presence as he looks at her (yes, he looks, and she knows newborns are almost blind, but she can’t shake the impression he is actually staring up at her, tranquil and almost solemn) with those lovely yellow eyes he can’t have inherited from anyone in their family, she promises she’ll take care of him, she’ll protect him and make sure he grows as the honourable, good man their mother had hoped he’d be.

🗡️ Mihawk is the male heir their father had hoped for, but by the time the child is six or seven lord Dracule has already started distancing himself from his son, and realising he doesn’t particularly like that stubborn, quiet child, who like his sister looks much more like their mother than him. Mihawk is clever and polite but wilful, not exactly disrespectful but clearly not deferential to a father he doesn’t respect; the child never cries nor begs for forgiveness, not even when his father uses a belt to discipline him or has his meals taken away.

🗡️ Mihawk’s sister is a quiet, withdrawn young woman, not unpretty but pensive, who spends much of her time reading and embroidering; she loves roses, and finds happiness in growing them in the house’s garden. Having been prohibited from making friends with the lowborn people of the nearby town, and with both of them being reserved, introverted people, the two siblings spend much of their time together despite their large age gap. Since the family cannot afford a governess, she is the one who teaches him to read and write, and gives him as good an education as she can.

🗡️ She also teaches him to sew, a feminine art that, nevertheless, she thinks he could have to make use of in the future. One day, when Mihawk is seven, their father accidentally finds the two siblings in the parlour, with his sister helping Mihawk sew a button on a pair of trousers; lord Dracule orders him to stop and, already inebriated and in a bad mood after an evening spent playing card with disastrous results, he slaps his daughter, ordering her to stop raising my son like a sissy. Mihawk reacts to defend her, pushes his father away from her so forcefully the man stumbles, and then instinctively grabs a letter-opener from the desk to point it against the man. “Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” he threatens; the blade is tiny, and unsharpened, and the child weighs perhaps a fourth of his father, but lord Dracule is suddenly terrified, and as he looks in those eyes he has always disliked for some reason, and that now stare at him, merciless and furious, he knows his child would be more than ready to actually kill him, if he ever hurt his sister again.

🗡️ He never does, but the awareness that he is scared of his seven-year-old son is a shame lord Dracule knows he will never forget. He starts despising, even hating him, while he simply ignores a daughter he considers too dull and unintelligent to be of some use for the good of the family.

🗡️ One day the two siblings are allowed the rare treat of a visit to the town; they visit a tea house, and Mihawk, already a little gentleman, opens the door for his sister, insists on carrying her parcels and walks slowly to make sure she doesn’t fall behind because of her bad leg. As they return to their carriage, they walk past the town’s recently inaugurated swordsmanship school; Mihawk stops, hit by an impulse he couldn’t explain, and “May we go in for a moment?” he asks, which his sister of course concedes. She has no idea, but she has changed his beloved little brother’s life forever, and hers as well.

🗡️ An hour spent observing the swordsmen practising in the school, exchanging parries and thrusts, and Mihawk has decided this is what he is meant to do, the art he will devote the rest of his life to. While happy for his usually apathetic little brother’s enthusiasm, his sister highly doubts their father will let him join the school, for a variety of reasons; perhaps, she muses, she can sell what little jewels she owns, and it will be enough to pay the tuition for a year or even two. Their father already spends as little time with his son as he can, he may not notice Mihawk disappears for two hours three times a week…

🗡️ They have no time to put their plan in action, since two days later, after Mihawk has convinced an old tenant of his father, a carpenter, to carve a wooden sword for him (he’d rather have a real one and is already sure he could wield it easily, but the family owns no weapons and the few guards they have left are incredibly jealous of theirs) his father announces he’s going to marry again. The bride is from a rich but non-aristocratic family, a classic nobility-marries-wealth deal. She plans on having children (which is unlikely, Mihawk’s sister thinks, since the future groom is getting on in years, but she has the good sense of keeping that reflection for herself) and has no interest in dealing with any step-child; their father, all too happy to get rid of his turbulent, rebellious son and insipid, gloomy daughter, has decided to send them away, without even granting them a pension and literally throwing them in the streets.

🗡️ Mihawk feels no sadness in leaving his father, even though he regrets his hopes to attend the swordsmanship school are dashed, at least for now; his sister, on the other hand, is hurt by their father’s callousness, sad at having to leave the house she has grown up in, and scared about their future. She wants to take care of her little brother, she dreams of sending him to a good school and letting him pursue his interest for the sword, but how? Having no formal education herself means she cannot apply for a job as a governess, and her bad leg makes it hard for her to perform most jobs. As she lies in their bed (a couple of distant relatives have accepted to host them for a few days, but she knows she has to find a way to support them both quickly, before they are booted out for the second time) worry making it impossible for her to sleep, she feels her brother’s small body cuddling against hers under the blanket, his arm circling her waist. “We’ll find a way to survive.” he promises in a whisper, the determination in his voice making him look much older than his age “I promise. You won’t have to do it all by yourself; I’ll help you, and I’ll protect you.”

🗡️ She finds more consolation in that innocent, confident promise than she would have imagined; she holds him in her arms, promising herself, and her mother, there is nothing she won’t do to protect him and offer him a chance at life, even if it means having to sell her own body or resort to crime.

🗡️ Almost miraculously, a way out is offered to them a week later, when an old, richer friend of their mother offers Mihawk’s sister a job as a companion; she is paid very little, and the young woman is to all intents and purposes more a maid than a lady-in-waiting, but she is happy with her new situation, since her employer has accepted to house Mihawk as well as her, and even to have him study with her children’s tutor, which will grant him a good education. She works hard; she falls in love with a guest of the house, she is loved back, but receives no marriage offer since the man is also penniless and has to marry rich to support his family. She cries for days, heartbroken, but goes on, already resigned to remain a spinster but happy to see his brother grow into the attractive, clever and capable man she had always known he could be.

🗡️ Mihawk doesn’t particularly like his new housing situation, but makes do for the sake of his sister; he is asked to perform odd jobs around the house, which he does obediently, but when the lady’s children try pushing him around, he uses his wooden sword to whack them and make it clear how already dangerous it is to mess with him. The children leave him alone; they resent him, and whatever hope a friendship would be born between them is dashed, but Mihawk couldn’t care less, because the company of his sister is the only one he has ever wanted, and in any case he has no use for friends, since all his time and energies are focused on something else…

🗡️ As luck would have it, the lady’s older brother is a capable swordsman, a former soldier who has won renown on the battlefield with the Marines and then, having discharged himself after the death of his father, a professional jouster. He treats the new lady’s companion and her brother with distant courtesy, but his interest is piqued when he sees the child practising (actually, waving it around as he imagines slaying an army of enemies and saving his sister from a ferocious dragon) with his wooden sword in the garden; he sees the raw talent, the naturalness of the relatively heavy weapon in the child’s hand, and most of all the stubborn determination of one who believes in himself and in what he can achieve, a particular state of mind in balance between confidence and arrogance that makes Mihawk spend all his time with that simple piece of wood, all day, every day, come rain or shine. As if holding a sword were as natural, as essential, as breathing; as if the lack of a blade by his side made him feel as if his arm had been amputated.

🗡️ The lord looks discreetly at the child for a few days, without approaching or speaking to him; then, he takes his second best sword, joins Mihawk in the garden while the child does his best to mimic the complex attacks he learnt from a fencing manual his sister has found in the house’s library (and fails miserably; just… not as spectacularly as most other children would) and unceremoniously hits him across the back with the flat of his sword. “Keep your guard up, boy.” he orders “And widen your stance, otherwise you’ll lose your balance. You’re so thin a gust of wind could make you fly away. Doesn’t my sister feed you enough?”

🗡️ That’s how it starts. Mihawk knew already this is what he is meant to do, and at the mature age of eight, he realises the sword can be his way out of obscurity, his chance to prove the world what he is worth - not an unwanted son, not a child servant, not a charity case, but a great, dangerous, famous swordsman - the greatest swordsman in the world, perhaps, one day. Someone other people would respect, and not cross if they valued their life; someone who would not rely on the charity of others to survive, but who would amass riches of his own and whose name would be famous all over the world. A man, chiefly, who could offer his sister a comfortable life, worthy of the noblewoman she is, not having to earn her keep working but with servants of her own, free to pursue her interests and eat good food and wear nice clothes.

🗡️ This is what pushes him forward; ambition, and love. A diabolical combination, that soon proves fruitful nonetheless.

🗡️ The lord never proposes Mihawk, or his sister in her role as tutor, to take him as an apprentice; he simply does, and starts training the child. He talks to the lady to have Mihawk exempted from his chores around the house, and reluctantly acquiesces when the child’s sister refuses to allow him to stop attending his classes to make him focus on the sword - an unexpectedly determined stance from an usually quiet and demure woman. Apart from that, master and apprentice spend virtually all their time together; the training is hard, especially for such a young child. His small hands are soon covered with calluses and blisters; the lord uses a blunt blade, but that hurts nonetheless and Mihawk soon starts carrying bandages and antiseptic with him in order to clean his wounds before returning home and not have his sister see him bleed. His master is inflexible, no matter how gifted and dedicated his young apprentice is, and even cruel, as if he enjoyed torturing a child who barely reaches his elbow; he doesn’t, but he knows taking it easy wouldn’t do, not with him, not if he is to unlock the enormous potential inside the hawk-eyed child, which is what they both want. He is stingy with his praise, and generous with his criticism; his apprentice must be the least lazy child in the world, driven by an almost fanatical drive to succeed, but he pushes him even further, beyond the limits of his still tender body and his already steel-like mind, until Mihawk and his sword are one, until he can use it like an extension of his arm.

🗡️ And as the lord expected, but faster than his most optimistic expectations, Mihawk doesn’t simply progress; he blooms.

🗡️ He is not even ten when he wins his first competition, a regional and relatively important tournament; he is the youngest competitor, and most of the opponents who look down at him (literally; he hasn’t gotten a growth spurt yet, and he is still as slim as a girl) soon have to change their minds as they witness the inflexible ferocity he fights with, knocking over boys twice as large as he is, determined as if his own life were at stake. He wins, most of his opponents unable to land a single hit; the lord approves, complimenting him with a brief, rough pat on the back and his first sip of beer, drunk secretly on the carriage on their way back home, and his sister is prouder of the cheap medal he brings her than if her little brother had found the One Piece, but there is no monetary reward and his name is only mentioned in passing in a short article on the local paper. Mihawk, while secretly happy for his victory, is frustrated: he wants more, and because of this he asks his master to enter him in more important competitions, with prize money he can bring back to his sister.

🗡️ The lord approves of his apprentice’s ambition, but he knows Mihawk is not yet ready to face the world; he could try to reason with him, but deeming that the best lessons are the ones one learns on their skin, he instead calls a couple of his acquaintances, kids barely older than Mihawk but who at this point are still immensely superior to him, and tells them to go as not easy on him as they can. Mihawk fights back valiantly, but in the end the lord is forced to carry him back home, his face bleeding and his dominant arm broken.

🗡️ That night, Mihawk and his sister fight for the first time in their life: she begs and then even orders him to stop, or at least to find a less inflexible master, because she doesn’t want his brother’s obsession (because this is what it is, and she cannot deny it anymore) for swordsmanship to lead him to his death; he stubbornly refuses, defying her for the first time in his life. He has heard recently his father has already replaced them with a new child, a boy, and he sees how tired his sister is at the end of her work day, how her bad leg hurts after being on her feet, walking and going up and down the stairs, for so long, how dismissively her mistress treats her (not outwardly cruel, but making a point to remind her she is a servant - specifically, one hired out of charity) and how empty the little tin box she puts away her savings in is. He knows he is still a child, and that the last thing his sister would want is for him to feel responsible for her; and that is exactly why he wants to persevere on the way he has chosen for himself.

🗡️ “I won’t. If that… displeases you, if that pains you, I’m sorry; I don’t want you to worry, or to make you cry. But the sword is my destiny, and our opportunity for a better life; without it, I am nothing. It is not that I love it more than I love you, or that I don’t care about your feelings; but this is what I am going to devote my life to, and please, if you want me to be happy, don’t hold me back.”

🗡️ She doesn’t; she cries in bed, aware Mihawk is different from most children and would probably be as maniacal in his pursuing of swordsmanship even if he were a crown prince, and still ashamed she can’t offer him a better life, one in which a ten year old doesn’t need to take responsibility for their survival. Still, she decides to leave him be, confident (or simply hopeful?) the lord will remember his apprentice is still young and most of all aware she simply can’t stop him, no more than she can forbid rain from falling or teach a wolf to eat plants. She doesn’t need much; she’d rather have a less tiring job, to earn a little more and not to be reminded on a weekly basis by the lady they would have ended up in the streets without her, but she is content with what she has. Mihawk is different. Mihawk has chosen the way of the blade, and is destined to greatness, even she can tell; keeping him home or begging him not to take the risks that way of life entails, even with the best intentions, would be useless and even deleterious, not unlike denying a flower the water it needs to grow. In the end, no matter how much her brother loves her and wants to make her happy, the choice is not hers; for people like Mihawk, destiny is already drawn.

🗡️ Mihawk grows. The lord’s training destroys him, sometimes physically, pushing him beyond limits he didn’t know he had, and re-builds him as a sword-wielding machine. He gets stronger, and as he grows, his body does as well; soon his abilities exceed those of his peers, and of swordsmen older and older than him. The lord, wanting Mihawk to also learn other styles and techniques, introduces him to fellow fighters, both of his age and much older, to fight and to learn from; he also enters him in more and more important tournaments. Mihawk soon starts making a reputation for himself; some of the kids he meets during his training or the various competitions offer him their friendship, but he snubs them, more out of lack of interest than of haughtiness. He doesn’t care for company, and his sister’s love is deep, encompassing, uncompromising; what else would he need?

🗡️ During an important tournament, he crosses paths, and swords, with a boy barely older than him, born in the East Blue; the fight is brutal and in the end Mihawk defeats him, but in his heart he must admit Roronoa Arashi is one of the strongest opponents he has ever fought.

🗡️ When he is seventeen, the lord admits there is not much else that Mihawk can learn from him, or in their little corner of the world; his name is well known by now, maybe the most capable swordsman in the country even though he’s still a boy, but this is sort of fame Mihawk is not interested in, nor does he plan to live off his cash rewards or open a school to teach the next generations of fighters. He needs to go in the world, he tells his sister one evening as they sit on a bench in the house’s garden after a brief stroll (Mihawk doesn’t miss how exhausted she looks, at the end of a week spent taking care of the lady’s brattiest child, who is sick and demands to be attended night and day, her delicate hands made red and swollen by her duties a washerwoman. She’s all right, she promises him, after all she’s still young and the lady has promised her three free days once her child gets healthy, but the sight makes Mihawk seethe with helpless anger), to test himself against the best swordmasters in the world and learn from them, which will make him stronger - the strongest, one day; quite a result to aspire to, especially for a person barely out of boyhood, but this is what he is destined to do, the only occupation he would be content with. “I… I am going to depart come spring, as soon as the tide turns.”

🗡️ His sister doesn’t protest, not even when her brother tells her he plans to become a pirate, not out of a particular interest for that way of life but simply because so many great swordsmen live on the sea, and facing them would have the double advantage of testing his abilities and claim their bounties to support them; they both know that choice will undoubtedly have the consequence of bringing him to the attention of the Marines, who would then put a bounty on his head. Only the Gods know how dearly she’d want to keep him from going, to keep him with her, safe and close so that she won’t miss him like a part of herself, but she loves him too much to try and stop him, or even just to hold everything I have done for you against him. She doesn’t, and instead she makes sure he has everything he needs when he finally departs, on a clear but cold morning.

🗡️ Mihawk gifts his sister a beautiful dagger, with a rose engraved on the hilt; it is small enough to be hidden among the folds of her skirt, but the blade is sharp enough to seriously wound an enemy. “My master told me centuries past men used to hide a blade in their walking sticks; I’ll have one of them made for you, for your cane.” he says “But in the meantime please, promise me you’ll always carry this with you. I’d make me sleep better, knowing you have the means to defend yourself.” She considers it an excess of caution, because what danger could she ever find herself in?, and in any case she doubts she would be able to use it effectively, but she doesn’t want Mihawk to worry about her while he’s away and accepts the dagger, almost invisible in the small sheath hanging from her belt.

🗡️ “Please, be careful; take care of yourself, of your health, and promise you’ll write to me.” she begs him. She knows those words make her sound like a nagging mother and won’t matter in any case, because her brother is just a little too confident in his own abilities and the sort of man who would fight any opponent he’s interested in, no matter how low his own chance of survival is, but she can’t help it. It seems yesterday that he was still the quiet, too-serious child who clung to her skirts and glared at any man who approached her, and while she’s sure he is destined for greatness and smart enough to take care of himself, part of her regrets he had to grow up.

🗡️ So he leaves; she feels alone, but fortunately Mihawk does write often, and it’s not long before he starts making a name for himself, as a pirate and a swordsman both. “Hawk-eye Mihawk” they call him; she keeps aside every newspaper article she finds about him, her heart full of pride and anguish at the same time, and wonders if their father has heard about him, what he thinks about it. A matter of a few weeks, and he already has a bounty on his head; he’s in Loguetown to witness Gold Roger’s death. He’s fast, he’s strong, he’s solitary, without a crew following him or allies to ease his job; he doesn’t want them and even less needs them. He faces many strong foes, and dispatches most of them. He’s wounded more than once, sometimes badly, but he survives every time; he knows victory, but defeat as well, a bitter taste on his tongue he swears he will soon forget. Stubborn and just a little overconfident, he nonetheless learns from every adversary he meets, as he travels around the world to test himself and become what he is meant to be. Like his sister, he dresses himself with elegant practicality; he is still able to mend his clothes, and he starts embroidering roses on his coats and jackets, a hidden message he knows his sister will catch when she sees his picture. I think about you every day. I know you pray for me, and I am grateful for that and for everything you have done for me. I love you more than anything else in the world; and one day, I will give you the life you deserve.

🗡️ The first large bounty he claims, he sends all of it to his sister, asking her to leave her job and rent a comfortable abode somewhere; he’ll send more money soon, and she’ll never have to work again. She doesn’t, deeming it is still too early for them to rely on her brother’s earnings to survive in case he decides piracy is not for him or, Gods forbid, he gets hurt, but in a year three more bounties arrive, each higher than the last, and then a guest of the lady gets drunk and puts his hands on her, and she uses the dagger Mihawk has gifted her to make him back off, and wounds him. She is not sacked, because the lady recognizes she had to defend herself and even does her best to comfort her, but she is tired of that house and tired of that state of things, and hands in her notice.

🗡️ She writes to Mihawk to inform him, and asks if he’d let her use the money he sent to buy their childhood home, closed for years after their father moved with his new family to a more fashionable and comfortable residence. “If that makes you happy; you don’t have to ask for my permission, use the money as you want.” he writes back; he doesn’t plan to return to live on land permanently anyway and, while he regrets not having been there to protect his sister from her assailant, he is full of pride for how she was able to defend herself “Hire servants, furnish it as you want. I want you to feel at home.”

🗡️ She uses a middleman to buy the house, not wanting to have her father know she is the client, but a few days after taking possession (she has moved into her mother’s old rooms, using her own as a study) she is told the previous owner has arrived, and asks to be allowed to take a few personal belongings he had forgotten there. She says yes; when her father arrives, she presents herself wearing the most regal of her mother’s old dresses; she expects him to be surprised, even flabbergasted, but the man’s face turns white, as if he were seeing a ghost. “(name)?! What in the world are you doing here?!” “I live here. My brother has bought it for us, and now I am the mistress of the house.” she answers, straight-faced; she was prepared to feel sadness, or resentment, or even hate, upon seeing the man who has destroyed her and Mihawk’s life, but she doesn’t; the only feeling in her heart is a distant contempt, as if her father didn’t even deserve the effort for some stronger emotion “Shall I send the maid to help you find your belongings, sir? I am quite busy and I am sure you won’t want to stay longer than you have to.” She remains courteous, as appropriate for a woman of her standing, but doesn’t offer the guest any refreshment, calls him sir instead of father, and at last she asks to see the things her father is taking to make sure they actually belong to him, pretending to accuse him of theft. Her father doesn’t protest, even though he has gone red in the face with anger; a moment before leaving he looks at her, and he’s about to talk (to say what she doesn’t know, but she could wage her life it is not something kind) but then she looks back at him, and she has normal brown eyes, not her brother’s intimidating hawk gaze, and she is still shorter and half his weight, but it’s enough, and the man scuttles away, his head bent low, towards the garden where she has already planted a number of beautiful rose bushes.

🗡️ There is a portrait of her father she has found in a storage room, debating whether to let him have it or let it be; once the man has left, Mihawk’s sister drinks a full glass of red wine, then places the portrait on the floor and steps and then even jumps on it, smashing it to smithereens, unleashing all the rage and pain and helplessness she has felt for years on that innocuous wood-framed piece of fabric. Then, panting, brings everything to the house’s backyard and lights a match to it; she looks at it burning, the flames’ warmth dancing on her skin, and she feels the shackles she has carried all her life open and fall, leaving her free to breathe for the first time in her life.

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caveatscriptor · 1 year

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🌒Grishaverse Ask🪶

🪶 Favorite Crow?

🌟 Favorite grisha?

🧍‍♂️ Favorite Otkazat'sya?

💀 Favorite villain?

🧭 Favorite trio/triumvirate?

👯 Favorite ships/duos/dynamics (friendships are also ships!)?

✒️ Favorite saga: Shadow and Bone; Six of Crows or King of Scars?

✏️ Favorite grishaverse fanfic?

📺 Favorite tv show quote/scene?

📚 Favorite book quote/scene?

🌒 If you had to pick: Sun summoner or Shadow summoner?

✨ Which grisha order would you belong to?

🐾 What animal/animal part would be your amplifier?

😇 Saint, what?

⚔️ Pick your weapon: knives, cane, revolvers, bombs, fists or magical powers?

🐐 Who/what is your emotional support goat?

7️⃣ Who is crow number 7?

🗡️ Wraith, what are your knives' names? (Moral principles that you value - yes, also name the knives)

🐺 Drüskelle, what's your wolf's name? (What can't you live without)

🧇 Heartrender, if you had to betray your country for food what would it be?

🔫 Sharp-shooter, your two worst habits?

🧨 Demo-expert, how do you code your experiments? (Favorite hobby)

🧤 Dirtyhands, what's your weakness?

You know the drill, ask away, reblogs are appreciated 🫶

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littencloud9 · 3 months

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for the ask: 🕯️🍄🍬

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

hmm. like a 6. i like it because im a self-indulgent writer so it's like getting to read exactly what i wanna see. but also editing is a PAIN especially when it comes to paragraphs that are just like. what am i even talking about. or sometimes i skip scenes and i just stick in smth like [they talk] [funny joke idk] and having to cross the bridge i have gotten to is not fun HELP

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

omg!!! putting a few because nobody can stop me:

🐉🐯 sskk -> akutagawa calls atsushi 'my love' or 'my darling' while atsushi calls akutagawa 'ryuu'

📗🧡 kunichuu -> is this even a hc. SPIDERMAN KISS. wait but also chuuya getting flustered and losing control over his ability and he goes crashing down after the spiderman kiss

🌸🐾 itafushi -> megumi's shikigami popping up (out of his control) when hes watching yuuji because they love yuuji as much as he loves yuuji. mostly the dogs and the rabbits

💛🧡🤎 kunichuuzai -> cane user dazai x chronic pain chuuya x knkd with hand tremors. important to me

🗡️🔪 tachigin -> sometimes gin doesnt want to talk so tachihara learned sign language specifically for them and convinced most of the port mafia to learn it too

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oh my god UMMM okay. lets talk about gojo satoru.

a lot of the fandom believes that he only cares about geto and that frustrates me a lot because while yes, a lot of gojo's reckless decisions are based on geto and he always looks to him for guidance, it has been shown time and time again that gojo cares for many others. he would not sacrifice his students to save geto. he is selfish, but he is not irrational. gojo loves his students. he loves nanami and shoko. we've seen how affected he is at nanami's death, the pure rage at the higher ups who wanted to kill yuta and now yuuji, how highly he thinks of megumi and his power etc. he believes in creating a future for jujutsu society that isnt corrupt, one which his very own students will run. while stsg share an undeniable bond, so deep that gojo is still paralysed by geto's body even after years of not seeing each other again, he would not choose geto over what he believes is the saving grace of jujutsu society. gojo will fight and scream and sink his fangs into whatever he can to get geto back, but his love and loyalty is not limited to just that. at the end of the day, hes the strongest, and he is lonely. why would he abandon those he keeps dear to his heart? for geto? that would go against his character and the future he is working so hard to create. he can love more than one person

SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG REPLY AKSJAJKS

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#disclaimer i LOVE satosugu im not trying to undermine them. but saying that gojo only cares about geto. uhhh. no #ask game #thank you for the ask!! <3 #bsd #jjk #shin soukoku #kunichuu #kunichuuzai #itafushi #tachigin #gojo satoru

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darkkissx · 3 months

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Run fast, Dear.

🗡️♠️james p. march x fem!reader

warnings; death, murder, gore.

Now playing; 2007 - you love her

The cold October night’s breeze hit your back, forcing goosebumps along your skin. Halloween was right around the corner, offering scary vibes to flow through the air.

You stared at the doors of the Hotel Cortez, debating on going in or finding somewhere cheaper. You decided to walk in, feeling fatigue flush over you. You walked in, unsuspecting of the fate that awaited you behind the doors of room 64.

You walked up to the desk, where a woman with eyeshadow and unique eyeliner coated her eyes. “Hi.” You spoke with a warm smile, gazing upon the woman.

“Hello, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” She replied softly, with a smile. You were unlike all the others who walked through the doors of the hotel. Their was an odd, innocent, childish energy to you. It almost made Liz feel bad for the fate of you.

“How much for one night?” You asked kindly, pulling out a bit of cash, before reading the sign that said 50$ a night. Liz noticed you reading the sign, and put it down so you could no longer read it.

“30$.” She said, smiling at you gently. Your eyebrows knitted together. “Are you sure?” You asked, the ghost of a smile painting your lips. The woman nodded with a smile, as you handed her 35$.

“That’s all I have. You can keep the change.” You offered with a warm smile, as she handed you a room key.

“Room 64, sweetie.” She spoke, an apologetic expression melting into her features. She was required to give you said room, since James had called dibs on the next person to walk through the doors; and everybody at the hotel knows; James is always watching, and he’ll figure anything out without being told. You nodded slowly, raising a brow at her apologetic expression curiously.

“Thank you.” You shook it off with a bright smile, waving her off before walking down the hall; on a journey to room 64.

The hotel was eerily quiet, giving you the creeps. Not to mention the hotel reeked of bleach, and a metallic smell that you couldn’t quite place a finger on. You shrugged it off, feeling yourself becoming more tired with each passing second; before you found room 64. You smiled with a small sigh, unlocking the door and walking in, making sure to close it and lock it behind you.

A wave of loneliness washed over you as you stepped into the room, and you frowned but got into the bed lazily anyways. You felt yourself start to drift into a well needed sleep, before a loud voice echoed around the room; forcing you wide awake. “Hello, dear.” A man with an old timely accent forced you out of bed, he stood, white knuckling a cane in his right hand as he gazed at you. Red flags swirled in your head, urging you to run out of the hotel and never come back. To save yourself. But you froze in fear, unable to get your legs to move. “I mean not to frighten you.” The man spoke, his voice soothing; like velvet.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your vocal cords failed you; forcing you to close your mouth once more. You stood idly, eyeing him intently; watching his every move. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Y-Y/n..” You stuttered out pathetically, eyeing him suspiciously. “Wh-Who are you?”

“The name is James March, owner and creator of this very hotel.” His voice smooth like butter, but their was a proud undertone in it. His eyes glistened with cruelty and amusement as you stuttered.

“Wh-what are you doing in here?” You asked, brows knitted together in curiosity.

“Well, you’re in my office, darling.” He smirked, his expression predatory; as if you were his prey. “And rarely any person who steps in here leaves. In once piece, at least.” His eyes widened crazily, his sinister smirk staying on his face.

Your eyes widened as well, fear crawling up your back and making place in your eyes. “W-“ you shook your head, as it had become fogged with questions. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll give you a head start, since you’ve been so kind to my workers.” He smirked devilishly, before opening his cane and revealing a sharp, dagger-like weapon. “Run fast, dear.” He spoke threateningly, watching in amusement as you scrambled to the hotel door, swinging it open in a pathetic attempt to scurry away from the man.

You ran out of the room, running quickly down the hallway and turning your head around to see if he had followed you out; before you ran into a hard chest; falling onto the ground. You gazed up, tears wetting your lash line as you saw James. Your eyes widened and you looked back to the room, wondering how he had gotten in front of you. Your head spun with questions, as the man raised his dagger into the air. He smiled threateningly, as he brought his hands down, slamming his weapon into your chest. A sickening sound rang through the air, as the blade tore through your flesh. You gasped, eyes widened and frantic as you gazed upon the wound. A muffled whimper of pain sang through the hall as you attempted to crawl away. Your efforts were useless, as the man angrily grabbed your ankle; forcing him towards you.

“Please!” You breathed out, struggling against his grip as he flipped you around. He raised his arms once more, sending a wink your way as he slammed his arms down again. The blade lodged into your lungs, piercing the artery and forcing blood to flow through it. You choked on your breaths, coughing up blood as you sobbed. He stabbed your helpless body around 5 times more, in a feeble attempt at forcing you to death faster. You stared at him, unable to move and barely breathing as you clung onto life defenselessly.

You locked eyes with the man, as the shine in your eyes slowly faded away. He held an unreadable expression. If he hadn’t been trying to kill you; you might’ve thought he felt sorry for you. You took your last, strangled breath, before your bloody hands stopped fighting against him and fell limply to your sides.

“Welcome to The Hotel Cortez.”

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wiispywitch · 3 months

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Attack on Titan OC - Elijah Kaufman 🗡️🩸🍺

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{CW: Mentions of murder, alcoholism, spoilers for Attack on Titan}

Name: Elijah Kaufman

Meaning: Elijah- Yahweh is my God; Kaufman- merchant

Nickname(s): Eli, Uncle Eli (by the Schuyler kids), Old drunk (by Hange and Levi)

Alias (if any): Officer Kaufman, Alvin Cochran (his fake name he uses in the black market)

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Nationality: Eldian (German descent)

Birthday: September 17th, 814

Birthplace: Dauper Village, Wall Rose

Current Residence: Interior of Stohess, Wall Sina (location varies)

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: One-sided relations with Jacqueline Chapman

Language(s) spoken: Eldian

Life-Long Dream: To live the high life in wealth and completely forget the past

Goal(s): To keep his business in selling ODM-gear in the black market on top, to manipulate Nathanael and keep him on his side, to get rid of his completion, to avoid running into his moneylenders, to win Miriam’s heart, to forget about the past

Like(s): Going out drinking and playing, hanging out at the bar with his buds, cigars, taking charge in leaderly roles, playing poker his way, Jacqueline giving him all of her attention, Miriam's baked goods, making a quick buck, hunting

Dislike(s): Being told how to do his job, strong sunlight, children, the wall cultists, his way of work being questioned, snitches, hangovers, backtalk, titans, the Scout Regiment, Dawson

Bad Habit(s): Abuses his position in power, compulsive liar, heavy drinker, gambler, quick to anger, makes promises he can’t keep, bad with money

Hobbies: Going out drinking with his comrades, picking up women, gambling

Fear(s): Dawson’s “ghost” coming back for revenge, mob bosses coming after him for payment, abnormal titans, death

Personality: Manipulative, paranoid, narcissistic, cowardly, opportunistic, charming, greedy, confident, persuasive

Favorites(not necessary)-

Food(s): Sunflower seeds, deer meat

Color(s): Maroon

Season(s): Autumn

Activities: Playing poker, hunting

Time of Day: Night time

Extras: Animals- deer; Drink- whiskey

Appearance-

Height: 6’1” (185 cm)

Weight: 203 lbs. (93 kg)

Hair style: Wavy and greasy, always pulled back into a ponytail

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Amber brown

Skin Tone: Tan

Body Shape/Build: Broad-shouldered, tall, beer-gut, heavy-built, sunken cheeks

Birthmarks: N/A

Scar(s): He has a large bite scar on his left leg after he was bitten by a titan. Due to how often he wears his ODM-gear harness, his skin has red marks that he has since gotten used to.

Other: Full beard and mustache, and a mean look on his face

Health-

Memory: He has a fairly good memory, but he wishes to forget about his past and does everything he can to try to forget

Sight (do you need glasses?): Slightly normal, needs reading glasses

Mental: Anger issues, narcissism, paranoia

Physical: He walks with a slight limp on his left leg after a titan attack that he barely escaped. He will sometimes walk with a cane when he’s sore, however he mostly uses his cane to gain sympathy from Miriam and her kids and as a means to get out of too much work when he really doesn’t need it as much as he claims.

Sleep patterns (how you sleep and how much rest do you get?): His sleep schedule is completely disorganized. He doesn’t get much rest as he normally should, and sometimes sleeps in during the day

Allergies/Other: He is a heavy drinker and smokes frequently. Because of his excessive drinking, he is easily irritable and is prone to vomiting if he has too much. He becomes addicted to coderoin after his transfer to the Interior and often uses it to frame other potential criminals, whether guilty or not.

Abilities/Statistics (1- lowly skilled, 10- highly skilled and tell why)-

3D Maneuvering Gear: 7.5/10, as good as he is at maneuvering he is easily prone to motion sickness, and over the years his skill becomes more sloppy

Intelligence: 6/10

Martial Arts: 8/10

Battle Skill: 9/10

Agility: 5/10

Strategy: 6/10

Teamwork: 2/10

Passion: 5.5/10

Affiliation: Military Police

Former Affiliation: Scout Regiment; 97th Cadet Corps

Grad. Rank: 6th

Status (Alive, Missing, etc.): Deceased, left for dead and eaten by wolves

Relationships-

Parent(s): Johnny Kaufman (late-father), Edith Kaufman (mother, whereabouts unknown)

Sibling(s): N/A

Other Relative(s): N/A

Love Interest: Miriam Schuyler, Jacqueline Chapman (one-sided relationship)

Best Friend(s): Dawson Schuyler

Friend(s): Miriam Schuyler

Enemy(ies): Dwight Oglethorpe, Dr. Finch, Matilda Oglethorpe, Jane Schuyler, Eren Yeager

Hero(es): Johnny Kaufman

Rival(s): Kenny Ackerman, Nathanael Schuyler

Quote(s):

“Why don't we just pretend none of this ever happened? You don't tell them what you saw, and I’ll make sure it don’t come back to bite you in the ass—because if I go down, I'm dragging you down with me. Do I make myself clear?”

"You've taken everything from me and rubbed it all in my face, and even in death you just can't leave me alone...Why can't you just stay dead!!? Just leave me be!!!”

"Please, spare me…You wouldn’t hurt your uncle, would ya, babydoll?”

History/Life: Elijah Kaufman is a close familial friend to the Schuyler family and military veteran. Having formerly served in the Scout Regiment most of his career, he transferred to the Military Police after sustaining a severe leg injury in the front lines. Originally born in Dauper, he lived out in the woods with his father Johnny, who was a con artist taking part in shady businesses involving selling stolen ODM-gear, and his mother Edith left them when Elijah was two. Johnny loved his son more than anything, and much to the surprise of many considering the reputation Johnny had as the local drunk and gambler with blood on his hands, he was very doting towards him. He taught Elijah how to grow up tough and rarely punished him when he got into trouble; this gave Elijah a sense of superiority and why he grew up believing he could get away with anything. To further advance their shady business, Johnny and Elijah fled to Trost with forged identification cards and to start up a whole new life. Elijah had adapted fairly quickly, but often kept to himself whilst Johnny was running the business, and it wasn’t easy for him making friends with the local children considering he wasn’t the nicest boy. One day as he was exploring the town, he tried to steal some apples only to be caught by the shop owner. Before he was struck, a young boy named Dawson Schuyler witnessed this and quickly intervened and offered to pay, and Elijah was able to avoid getting into trouble. Dawson bought more food for him shortly after and introduced himself, and offered for him to join in on a game of catch with him and his friends. At first apprehensive, Elijah eventually decided to join in, and this began a strong friendship between Elijah and Dawson; he was shortly introduced to Dawson’s friend group, Dwight Oglethorpe, Matilda Windsor, and Miriam Florence. Elijah was infatuated with Matilda and Miriam the moment he met them, and there were times he would act quite flirty towards the both of them—Miriam always assumed he was being friendly and was very soft-spoken so she never spoke up about it, but Matilda immediately made him back off as it made both of them uncomfortable (since then, he never really liked Matilda since she was, in his words, a “loud mouth”)—despite the fact that Dwight and Matilda were already together and that Dawson and Miriam had strong feelings for each other. Dwight and Dawson had to get involved and have a firm talk with him about respecting their boundaries. Despite his unpleasant behavior, his friends have tried many, many times to give him a chance in hopes that he would change for the better, and over time he had begun to change thanks to Dawson's influence.

When he was twelve, Johnny was caught by the Military Police and arrested. Elijah feared he would be put in an orphanage as he had no other family. Dawson convinced his own family to take Elijah in to avoid being taken away, as he did not want to see his friend struggle to survive with no one else to turn to. Luckily, his family was sympathetic enough to take the boy in, and they became practically like brothers. Elijah never had any set goals for the future until Dawson began to tell him about his dream to join the Scout Regiment and go on adventures on the outside. The thought of glory and gaining fortune for such an intense task sparked Elijah’s interest. It wouldn’t be long until the two signed up for the Cadet Corps and graduated at the top of their class, and together they enlisted into the Scout Regiment just as they had promised. The harsh reality of what awaited outside the walls weighed heavily on Elijah, and he had experienced many close calls and had to witness the gruesome deaths of fellow soldiers. But he prospered on being Dawson’s right hand man when he was eligible to form his own squad unit, and he continued to fight on. Over the years, his drinking would become increasingly worse to numb himself of what he had to experience.

Dawson and Miriam were already married before they joined the Scouts, and he was there with the family for the birth of all four of their children—Nathanael, Jane, and twins Corine and Clovis. Dawson and Miriam considered Elijah as a part of the family, and the kids loved him so much and looked forward to him coming over for their visits, referring to him as “Uncle Eli.”

However, he was not the man the Schuylers’ thought he was. He saw Dawson’s perfect life, watched him marry the woman he wanted and have four children with her. He was oh-so perfect that Elijah envied him for it. It sickened him.

One rainy day on the 36th expedition outside of the walls, Elijah accidentally separated himself from his squad, and as a result he was caught by an abnormal titan, his horse getting killed in the process. He frantically tried to escape the titan’s firm grasp as it had bitten down on his leg, but before his leg was entirely bitten off, Dawson arrived just in time to rescue him. Despite what he had done, Elijah remembered all Dawson had stolen from him: The woman he desired, letting him have a family of his own, and now getting him in a what he now sees as a suicide mission. Elijah had finally snapped and attacked him, not realizing the titan horde that was quickly approaching their way. He was able to knock him down and choked Dawson so hard that he damaged his larynx so he was unable to scream or breathe. When he realized there were titans coming after them, Elijah stole his gear and left him behind, and didn’t look back as the titans tore his best friend apart. He fabricated what happened when he told his comrades that Dawson died trying to save him. However, anyone who really knew Elijah would know he was a coward, but they could never prove he could have had anything to do with it.

Elijah transferred out of the scouts and into the Military Police on recommendation. He would often patrol Wall Rose so he could stay close to Miriam and the kids when they were grieving. Because of his injury on duty, he walked with a limp and carried a cane with him. His leg would begin to heal over time to the point where, minus some soreness, he wouldn’t have to rely on his cane, and he would often use his injury as an excuse to spend his day sitting around and not having to work as much and gain sympathy from others. His drinking problem would continue to get worse, and most of his income went into gambling and whatever money he did have left to relieve his needs with women. To make extra cash, he started trading ODM-gear parts in the black market, just like his father had, and taking money from his niece knowing that she wouldn't have the heart to tell him no. It wasn't until after he had lashed out on Jane that the Schuyler family had finally cut all contact with him.

He was one of the MP’s to work alongside Kenny Ackerman in the Anti-Personnel Control Squad and conspired with the kidnapping of Eren Yeager and the true heir of the Reiss family Historia. Considering Elijah has had run-ins with Eren and knowing Jane had feelings for him, he was quite thrilled in taking part in the possibility of getting rid of Eren once and for all. He forced Nathanael to help them with the threat of harming his family if he didn’t. Everything fell apart when Elijah, in his drunken state, had let it slip to Kenny that he left Dawson to die. Nathanael would later betray him and fight back with the Scouts’ aid.

Elijah wouldn’t end up getting away from the sins of his past for very long. For many years, he had hurt and taken advantage of so many people who never hesitated to help him when he was in any trouble. Yet, he still believed that he was owed something and never took a moment to realize what he had until it was too late. In the end, his own mistakes would be his downfall.

Bonus Facts

-His voice: Japanese- Hidekatsu Shibata (Fuhrer King Bradley, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood); English- Keith David (Dr. Facilier, The Princess and the Frog)

-His design is inspired by the actor Daniel Day-Lewis

-He has a strong scent of whiskey and doesn’t really shower regularly, so his odor is quite pungent

-He’s a Virgo.

-His alignment is neutral-evil.

-He owes so much money that he knows he can’t pay back and is on the run from loaners so he can avoid being caught.

-Eli will sometimes plant evidence to get a stronger conviction amongst suspects, and as a result many innocent people were thrown in jail all because of him.

-A lot of the new recruits are scared of him and try to avoid running into him as much as they possibly can, especially when they know he’s been drinking.

-In a modern AU, he isn’t much different from his canon counterpart but is more able to get away with his crimes much easier. He and Eren are constantly at each other's throats and when Jane reveals the extent of the emotional abuse, Elijah is thrown out and all contact from the family is cut off for good.

OC Profile Creator: AliceCantBeStopped

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