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minnielvr · 7 months

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future reference - hwang hyunjin

˚ ༘ pairing bf! hyunjin x fem reader

˚ ༘ genre hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

˚ ༘ wc 826

˚ ༘ warnings angst, reader is insecure

˚ ༘ note this shit was hella self indulgent!!

you had just gotten back home after yet another bad day and all you could do was look in the mirror, judging each part of your body. your brain pointing out all of your flaws. the acne on your skin, the frizzy, unbrushed hair sitting atop your head, and so many other things you just hated about yourself.

why does he even love you? what does he see in you thats so special? your boyfriend, hwang hyunjin, was practically sculpted by the greek gods. he's tall, handsome, strong, and oh so sweet. he's everything a woman could ever want on this planet. but for some reason, he chose you. and you did not know why.

of course, you knew he loved you. he says it every day. and if thats not enough, he buys you the most expensive jewelry and the most lavish clothes. not to mention the dates he takes you on, fancy 5-star restaurants all the time. still, you couldn't help but think, why?

with all of the voices in your brain you hadn't heard the door open and close, or the voice of hyunjin telling you he's home. when he walked up to your guys shared bedroom and saw you staring at yourself, he knew what was happening.

"hey sweetie, everything okay?" he asked right by your ear as he snaked his arms around your waist.

"y-yea everythings fine." you tried to get out of his hold, but he didn't let you.

he led you over to the bed and laid you on the bed, then he slipped in next to you. he pulled the covers over you two and grabbed your waist and turned you towards him.

"whats going on in that pretty little head of yours hm?" he asked.

"hyunjin its nothing really. just some stupid stuff." you tried to dismiss the subject.

"hey nothing that you feel is stupid. your feelings are valid okay?" he reminded you. "so, what're you thinkin' about?" he asked once again.

"i just felt..weird today. i started to wonder why you love me." you admitted.

the look on his face was a mixture of shock and sadness, but most of all guilt. how could he let you think like that? now he was angry at himself. had he not been doing enough to show you his love?

you could sense that hyunjin was about to start beating himself up for it, so before he could talk you decided to explain yourself.

"im not saying you don't do enough because you definitely do! i appreciate it really and i love you so much for that. but i cant help but think why me hyunjin? theres so many other girls who're better looking than me and don't act like this. i mean, all the girls in the idol industry are better than me so, why?" you had word vomit, you didn't mean to say that much, but it just came out. and now you could see tears in his eyes.

"y/n..i-i'm so sorry you feel this way. how did i never notice? god i'm such a bad boyfriend." he chuckled at himself while trying to wipe away the tears. and before you could say anything about how its not his fault he continued on.

"i want you because you're...y/n. you better than any girl out there. you're pretty and smart and super funny, but what i love most is that you have the biggest heart ever. more than any of girls in the idol industry. you're so kind to me y/n. you don't love me just for my looks or for my money, you love me for who i truly am. and thats the same reason i love you. you're perfect in my eyes." at this point there was several tears rolling down his cheeks, but neither of you cared.

"hyunjin..." you started at him sweetly and brought a hand to his cheek to wipe away the tears, ignoring your own. "god i love you so much," you chuckled, "what would i do without you?"

"no, what would i do without you, my y/n? my beautiful girl" he embraced you and held you close to his chest. "one day, im going to tell everyone in the world that you're the love of my life okay? im going to yell it out from the top of a building." he said.

you giggled. "one day, i want to be able to call you my husband." you looked up at him from his chest.

his eyes went wide, and so did his smile. "you mean that?"

"of course." you assured him.

"okay then, i know i dont have a ring or anything yet. but just for future reference, will you marry me?" he asked with a big grin.

"hyunjin!!!" you shoved your face back in his chest and laughed. then you looked back up at him.

"just for future reference, yes hyunjin, i will marry you."

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nastyburger · 10 months

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Please say more about the awful Asian designs in Danny Phantom. I'm not Asian but I'd love to have a rundown on the elements that make them offensive so I can avoid and critique those elements in other works. And also you deserve to speak your mind about it

im gonna mostly talk about southeast asian designs since thats what i am and the most familiar with and also what i feel are the show's worst transgression with their casual depictions. tw for racist imagery im gonna link pictures.

there's not much to say about the designs aside from, you know, everything but things to note are the unnatural yellow tone for the skin and closed slanted eyes. veggie burger (fan name for the bg character in the middle) also suffers from the huge nose that sometimes shows up in racist depictions. the straight edge/cut hair as well is somewhat stereotypical. this one isn't as bad but in conjunction with everything else its not ideal. i will give the smallest molecule of credit that at the very least dp never gave any of these bg characters buck teeth.

some depictions are better than others, but theres still missteps happening in one aspect or another. kwan's eyes in a lot of shots/episodes can be too skinny and even too slanted, the girl in the middle is almost perfect but her skin is too yellow (she looks kinda okay on my computer screen but i remember when watching dp on my tv she looked real brightly yellow), and principle ishiyama (who was weirdly forgotten about pretty early on in the show and was replaced by lancer doing most of the school stuff despite not being principle?? which is a whole other issue with how dp treats its poc characters) the same usual notes about the slanted eyes but also the upturned nose is pretty reminiscent of racist japanese art during ww2. again it is not the worst way to draw a nose but combined with everything else in this show's depiction of asian characters its not great, they are on thin ice man.

not to mention, principle ishiyama is the only character here with brown eyes. this is a problem that extends to all poc characters in dp and to my knowledge i think ishiyama might be the only one with them tbh. this is, again, a whole other issue though.

i think the thing that bothers me most about these designs though is that dp is very clearly aware that these depictions are bad. the only difference between the first set of characters and the second is one singular thing: they have a clear speaking role.

suddenly when theyre not stock background characters, dp knows how to act when drawing them. i cannot for the life of me find the image of it, but the last jock guy in the first set gets a speaking role in reign storm (he's cosplaying phantom) and he is drawn with proper open eyes! (theyre also blue but whatever) it just makes me sad that this was a clear choice they made.

the show also went in a different direction in the final product, but early development stuff was really drawing from a lot of japanese/asian influences like danny was originally gonna have a motorcycle (pulling from ghost in the shell) and was even referenced in the show via the akira motorcycle reference (which i once again, for the life of me, cannot find. danny took johnny 13's motorcycle and did the classic akira slide i think it was in million dollar ghost?? idk whichever one where the giw are trying to blow up the ghost zone). danny's name was originally gonna be jackie, named after jackie chan, this i assume was given to jack fenton afterwards. and i think the show having a more martial arts direction with the action was also gonna be a thing? that one could be wrong dont quote me on that, there was an episode where danny and vlad have like a weird ninja fight though im pretty sure.

either way my point here is that they wanted to pull from all these influences and it was prominent enough during development that they sprinkle references to it throughout the show and yet their portrayal and treatment of asian characters in the show is so abysmal it just feels Bad™, you know? i cant really put it more eloquently than that, like its very take and no give with it.

it overall just puts a bad taste in my mouth, and its sad that it still affects people years later. like i mentioned in the tags of the post that started this discussion with that whole old trend of putting yourself into the bg of dp screenshots, i felt alienated by that. and its not the people who participated's fault obviously but most of the people i saw participating were white fans (going off of how they drew themselves) and it made me a bit mad that they were able to enjoy the style of the show in a more carefree manner than i ever could. i didnt want to ruin anyone's fun obviously, but a small part of me wanted to bring to light how i wasnt on equal ground with them in that situation.

#seance #considered putting this under a read more but i decided i dont want to give people the choice to just not look at it

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hannieehaee · 6 months

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18+ / mdi

content: bickering, some modern family references (just names n stuff), smut, penetrative sex, f reader, riding, tit play (??) idk he just likes ur tits, etc.

a/n: this is kinda meant to be a modern family au based on haley and andy's first meeting so theres some references to the show (just fyi) except this ends as smut 🫡 can also be read as nanny!seokmin and richbrat!you tho

wc: 1370

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modern family au where you, ditzy and careless granddaughter of rich business owner, incidentally meet your family's new manny!seokmin while sneaking into your grandfather's house for some alone time by the pool. you grab a few beers, knowing your grandfather and his wife probably wont be back for a while when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. startled, you drop the glass bottles on the floor and turn around to see who the hell is in your supposedly-empty grandfather's house.

you're taken aback as soon as you meet his eyes. pretty boy your age in what's supposed to be a place only your family had access to ? you wont complain, but you're still pretty bummed about the wasted beer.

the first words out of his mouth are to scold you. great. yet another person to get in your way just when you're re trying to relax away from your overbearing family. but wait, you think, you still have no idea who this man is.

"who are you?", you question as he leans over to clean up the bottles you had broken (the bottles he broke, if anyone asked you).

"no. who are you?", he gives as rebuttal. "mr pritchet didnt say anyone would be here today. are you alex or __?" he says, cutely tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, making your heart melt role your eyes.

"im alex," you lie, knowing your sister wouldnt get in trouble for this anyways. "now my question."

"i'm your grandfather's new manny," he replies with a boyish smile, stretching his free hand towards you.

"you're not manny. i know manny and you look nothing like him," you say frowning, knowing this is totally not your uncle manny.

"oh, you're __. i'm seokmin. the new male nanny," he says in a tone that makes you think he mightve meant it as an insult .. you choose to ignore it, instead looking at his arms as he continues to wipe the broken glass. why hadnt you noticed his arms earlier ?

"i'm sorry, but im gonna have to tell your grandfather that you broke glass near the pool," he interrupts your thoughts as he finishes picking up the broken glass.

fuck. you just got out of being grounded, you cant have your mom know you snuck into your grandpa's house again, specially for day-drinking (you're over 21 now, whats the big issue?!).

you panic, so you go for the first thing that comes to mind.

"do you really have to do that, seokmin?", you flutter your lashes at him, untying the top of your bathing suit cover and pushing up your barely-covered tits for him to see.

he looks down, momentarily forgetting what he was talking about, but quickly looks back up. "thats not gonna work, your grandparents warned me about you," he says as he looks away from your chest.

he already bit the hook. there's really nothing to lose now.

you take slow steps towards him, making sure to sway your hips as you do so, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're close enough. "listen. this can stay between us, right? you've already cleaned everything up. there's no reason we need to waste our time in telling him how you caught me off guard and made me drop the glass, is there?", you rub your hands up and down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while he stands still, letting you continue your actions.

"m-me?! y-YOU broke it! you're not even supposed to be h-" he cuts himself off when you get tired of his talking and decide to just rip the rest of the buttons off.

"listen to me, seokmin. we can waste the next hour arguing about who did what while we wait for my grandpa to get here," you start pressing your mouth to his ear, almost giving him the attention he really wants, but not fully. "or we could go to the guest room and i could give you a little something in return for your silence. wouldn't that be more fun?"

with one more look from him, you find yourself moments later sitting atop him in one of the mansion's guest rooms, bouncing on top of him with your back facing his chest. his eyes were glued to your ass, with his hands groping your hips tightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. never would he have expected that the airheaded girl his new employers warned him about would be this pretty and feel this good wrapped around him.

"fuck," he exhales, rubbing his hands up and down your back, ultimately landing on your ass, melding his hands unto the soft skin. "b-baby fuck. slow down."

"but minnie .. my grandparents could be back any second. besides, you're doing me a favour. it'd be mean of me to not make it up to you, wouldnt it?", you put on a sweet voice for him as you bounce faster, also wanting to reach your high as the pretty boy impaled you.

frustrated at not being able to see you, he uses those beefy arms you were eyeing earlier to lift you up and turn you around on top of him, now looking into your eyes as you held onto his shoulders for support. looking at his pretty eyes staring up at you with softness despite the lewdness of the act made you feel crazy. feeling addicted to the way he looked at you, you decided to give him a show.

"fuck, minnie. feel so fucking good," you moaned, dragging your hands up to your tits to play with them, rubbing your nipples in a way that had you rolling your eyes back. "dont you wanna help me, minnie? be a good boy and put your hands on me."

he whined at your words, sitting up a bit and replacing your hands with his. pinching at your nipples, he made you cry out loud and rub yourself even harder, now catching an angle that allowed your clit to rub against him. feeling drunk on your enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands to your hip in order to guide you, moving his mouth to bite and lick at your nipples, making you roll your eyes back.

both your ends approached, now with you maniacally bouncing on him while his mouth stayed stuck to your chest, alternating breasts to suck and whine into. feeling completely cock drunk, you increased the intensity of your movements, leading yourself into a mind-blowing orgasm with him following soon after, his moans muffled by your chest.

you spent the next five minutes softly cleaning each other up and getting rid of the evidence (dirty sheets, condom, etc) before anyone arrived home, all while shyly exchanging glances at each other. it was unlike you to feel shy when interacting with a guy (i mean, you did just seduce your grandparents new nanny within minutes of knowing him), but there was something about his good-boy attitude and soft demeanor towards you that just drew you to him. that, and how easy on the eyes he was.

your thoughts were promptly interrupted by him quietly speaking up "listen, i know i'm probably overstepping and just embarrassing myself by saying this but, i kind of uh. i kind of felt a connection there. i think you mightve even felt it too? would you like to maybe see where this goes? i could take you out, or if not we could start off as friends too, you know? or maybe this again? wait, no. i'm not suggesting that you should uh- but if you want to! i mean, whatever you want! it's just tha-" he continues to ramble, clearly losing track of what his original question was.

just like him, you interrupt his monologue by grabbing onto his face, making him stop mid sentence and look at you. "yes," you giggle. "we can go out seokmin. i'll know where to find you," and with that, you leave him with a peck and a wink as you exit the room, successfully leaving the house before anyone arrived, knowing you'd be coming back whenever possible to get some alone time with your grandparents' pretty manny you were now planning to make yours.

a/n: i feel like this mightve made no sense if u've never seen modern family SORRY anyways i just wanted to use the trope hehe (theyre endgame btw not like in the actual show </3)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt smut #seokmin smut #seokmin fanfic #seokmin x reader #dk fanfic #dk smut #dk x reader #dk oneshot

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lovelyrotter · 4 months

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okay but i actually kinda wanna know ur take on stridercest being canon compliant O_O <- autism stare

oh hey i am also hitting you with the autism stare. ill try to get my thoughts down in a way that makes sense to more than just me hahaha

bear in mind that im an epilogue lover and i think Meat/Candy are really valuable pieces that further all of the characters and are also hard canon in the sense that we're looking at just 2 post-game universe outcomes out of an uncountable number (the book in the picnic basket representing post-canon fanfic). i think the characters actions in the epilogues make sense and are satisfying to me. yes even jane (i love alpha jane and i will not do her the disservice of 'cleaning her up' w/o showing her work for it. thats not how you depict a character who grew up with fascist programming). i could totally go on a whole tangent about this specifically but thats another post lol we'd be here forever and its also not stridercest

but okay. canon stridercest. under the cut cause it got kinda long

basically it has to do with the cherubs and how their relationships and mating rituals are pretty obviously incestuous leaning even though cherubs dont have the human concept of Siblings or blood family. the cherub who predominates will search across paradox space to mate with another cherub who closely resembles the cherub they predominated which is like textbook Freudian sexuality. theres a lot of Freud and Jungian stuff in HS imo even if im kinda [wobbly hand gesture] at the validity of these theories applied to real life and real people. but theyre super fun tools and lenses to use in fiction and i mean. gestures at all of dave

so the incest aliens cherubs. the whole reason why im talkin about them is bc Caliborn is so incredibly interested and invested in the Striders in particular. caliborn as both Lord English and Lil Cal shapes earth NOT OVERTLY but more so embeds himself in earth society, but again, the Striders lives in particular. dave is full of incest jokes. hes even apparently got a list of his friends arranged in order of how likely theyd incest-elope with each other (thank you epilogues for this amazing factoid). he seems to think about it often enough to, yknow, Do That. have a good solid think about that and construct an organized list about it. bearing in mind dave makes jokes about stuff thats a) bothering him, or b) generally camping out in his brain. hes not even really aware of it most of the time (as we see in one of the openbounds where hes all 'why am i thinking about puppets???' after seeing dirk for the first time in that dream bubble. he is thinking nonstop about dirk at that point and going off his only frame of reference for ANY dirk, which is his bro. his bro who was most likely deeply warped by Lil Cal)

sorry for the long blocky paragraph lol. but now onto the next thing

Caliborn as Lil Cal is the centerpiece in the beta strider apartment. dave cant escape him and beta dirk grew up with him. what the fuck do you do when youre childhood comfort item is also the most evil creature across all of paradox space? if youre a dirk you try to fight it. but how long can you keep fighting something like that. its safe to say that bro was affected by Caliborns particular brand of perversion and sfw kink. i dont think i have to say how insidious abusive and toxic he is about those things. and looking at the truth of beta bro (16yo alpha dirk) you can start to see just how warped beta bro became. beta bro is a false dirk (still a very Real dirk but not the Truth of dirk. beta bro has been toxified and made infinitely worse by an absolute evil influence over decades of life. in 80s fuckin texas. presumably in the system. anyone would be fucked up after that)

so for this analysis/theory im stating beta bro as a false persona. using jungian terms he is apha dirk's shadow

both dave and dirk live with a fake, carefully manicured version of their bros. they live with personas (or shadows of their guardians on the walls. hello platos allegory of the cave). they dont actually know e/o and they dont until the striunion

alpha dirk especially grows up embedded in the Public Persona Of Dave Strider 400 years post mortem and completely alone with unlimited internet access. hes a self admitted expert on his bro and we dont get to see a lot if any of his early childhood but i can hazard a guess at how much he clung to that persona of his bro. he fuckin idolizes dave. he LOVES dave. right off the bat he is in some kind of love with dave and i think if you try to argue against that then thats you slippin. i think youre a fool and have to reread homestuck because i wholeheartedly believe the striders loving eachother is part of the win state

once again this is speculation cause we get barely anything about alpha dave, but from what we already know about him im guessing this bro-persona is

achingly effortlessly cool

oozing masculinity (toxic or not, not really interested in categorizing that although toxic coolboy masculinity IS something the striders contend with & is an important facet in their lives)

a skilled fighter

a dedicated moviegoer (hes a director need i say more. this one is probably the only genuine thing about his on-screen persona)

and now lets look at jake. someone whos grown up on pretty much nothing but movies, whos doubtlessly been influenced by hollywood and its idea of gritty 'main character' masculinity through that, and who also clings to more old-school ideas of manliness (think victorian/edwardian era gentlemanly-but-loves-a-good-scrum kinda manly. moustache twirly with a monocle kinda manly. basically everything that grandpa harley is)

but okay lets look at what jake wants to be. lets take a look at his teenager persona

achingly effortlessly cool (his own 'hollywood star' kind of cool also def influenced by his favourite characters like lara croft who is indeed achingly cool. you see him succeed in inhabiting this hollywood star persona on earth c)

oozing masculinity (the old school manly mans-man kind)

a skilled fighter (two pistoles always. harder to aim cause you cant use a free hand to make up for kickback. that takes skill)

a dedicated moviegoer (again one of the only genuine parts about his persona. his questionable-to-wretched tastes aside. but bearing in mind that the SBaHJ movies are intentionally bad which is what makes them loop around to good. such is the nature of intentionally 'bad' art. jake fuckin lives in this perpetual bad-good art loop. okay enough with the art tangent keep focused man cmon)

because dirk has obviously way more contact with jake i dont doubt he sees through jakes own (admittedly way more flimsy) coolboy persona but the point still stands i think. different flavours but the same kinda guy. dirk has a type and i dont think its a stretch to say that hes looking for aspects of the bro-persona he grew up looking at in other boys, much like the winning cherub looking for the one they lost in the cherub theyll mate with

also wtf is with dirks obvious boner for dave chasing him across paradox space to decapitate him huh?? the last few sentences in Meat are about that very thing. he wants to fuc fight dave sooo bad. haha remember how the cherubic mating ritual is one of the most violent and long running spectacles in paradox space? i sure do

#stridercest #davedirk #dirkdave #alphacest #my t #thank you if you read all this HAHAHA #i am dedicated to my craft (autistic) (indulgent)

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spacedlexi · 6 months

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how do you improve on capturing the essences of characters in fanart? like your twdg fanart looks SO good. but when i try to draw fanart of the characters i end up with something that looks nothing like them. any advice?

hmmmm ive never articulated this so hopefully i can answer this well enough

most importantly i did studies of them. and by studying i mean really paying attention to and breaking down the shapes AND proportions of their faces. both are equally important to capturing someones likeness. its why i did this lineup. just really breaking them down

ask yourself what features make this character identifiable. what makes them look like Them? aside from their shapes, its usually in the proportions of features relative to each other (size of chin/distance of eyes/width and height of nose/features relative to the size of the face/stuff like that). knowing proportion rules will help you here (distance between eyes=one eye length=width of nose. corners of mouth line up between inner and center of eyes. ear length between bottom of nose and center/tops of eyes (theres a lot of rules but these are the ones i consider most)). even if a character has close features they will still averagely be in proportion to each other and same goes for a character with wide features. let the rules guide your eye

when i draw a character i usually start by drawing the shape of the head First (i also do this when doing regular portrait studies). then add the features. it helps to keep things in proportion when you know your boundaries

when i break down the shape of the head i pay attention to these areas: forehead to cheekbones, cheekbones to jaw, jaw to chin. also cheekbones to upper lip if im drawing them from an angle. is their structure rounder and softer or harder and angular? a wide jaw or a small one? wide chin small chin? lower cheekbones higher cheekbones/general prominence? long head or short head?

then i worry about the features themselves. aside from using rules to plot them, this is where shape become important again in capturing their likeness. clem and aj both have larger eyes but weighted differently (clem rounder on the outside. aj rounder on the inside). louis' are more almond shaped. violets more hooded. are the eyebrows thinner or thicker? do they have shape? (clems have a triangulation to them (specifically S1-3) but violets are more simple lines. louis' are thicker and taper off. aj's are pretty small and not too thick). shape of the nose? shape of the mouth? the lips? are they fuller or thinner? wide? pout?

another thing for likeness when drawing characters like.. Actually Living is to consider what emotions drive their reactions/expressions. characters express feelings differently. how does this character express anger? sadness? happiness? are they more open with their feelings or reserved? are they unimpressed? do they get shy? what embarrasses them? what excites them? are they mischievous or more serious? its about the overall behavior of the character and the cumulative average of their emotional reactions to create a sort of baseline to work from (does this make sense? 😭)

UUHHH.. im sure theres more i could say but thats the gist of it. just takes time and practice. use references!! dont be afraid to trace them either if youre stumped itll help 💕

#replies with lexi #incognito #art tips #idr my tag for these kinds of questions........

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3sinnrsn1angel · 2 months

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Fell From Heaven

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OOC: prequel oneshot to the au: How Lincoln became a fallen angel (focused on swiftli)

(you won't need to read this oneshot to understand more about the au)

ao3

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“Maybe you should like…get him a pie or something.” Taylor suggests, watching his feet as they follow Scary, a hand on the hilt of his sword, where it hangs at their hip.

“A pie? A fucking pie?” Scary stops walking and turns back to look at Taylor. Their demonic tail swishes behind her, lowly in annoyance. They have their black and purple hair tied up in the high ponytail she wears whenever they go hunting, their bangs hang loose around her red horns and theres a few strands framing either side of their face. Her expression is angry, and their eyeliner runs down her face like normal, it pops out against their pale skin. She’s holding her gun, their knives strapped to their belt.

“I don’t know!” Taylor throws his hands up. “I usually just get my Mom a cake whenever I get mad at her and feel guilty.” They shrug. Scary laughs, but it's the sarcastic humorless one she does whenever they’re about to say something edgy.

“I do not feel guilty!” They roll their eyes. “TJ completely deserved it.”

“I mean, I think he’s pretty cool.” Taylor shrugs. “His magic stuff is pretty cool. My Dad likes him.” Taylor says, referring to the magic user shop that TJ, Scary’s stepdad, owns. Scary lives with the guy alone, they’re both sinners, died together when they were on Earth back in 1956. Taylor is pretty sure it's around the 2040’s now back on earth, so it's been a while. Scary doesn't talk about her human life that much, but considering she and TJ live in the 7th circle of Hell, Violence, Taylor can gather an idea.

Scary and TJ are among the very few sinners that Taylor actually interacts with on a daily basis, Taylor had met Scary when he had hit 12 centuries of age and was allowed to start participating in the Angel Hunting competitions. Scary is an Angel Hunter for money reasons, most sinners who angel hunt do it to earn money, but Taylor’s family does it for the competition. Taylor is a prince of the 7th circle, a Hell-Demon. The only thing sinners and hell demons have in common is the red horns and tails, Taylor also has red skin and yellow eyes, as well a pair of bat-like wings. There are a few more differences, but appearance wise those are the most obvious.

The royals hunt Angels for sport, taking on the challenge. Angels are also a culinary delicacy in some parts of Hell, though Taylor has never tasted one. Taylor had really only participated in the royal competitions between each circle, but he’d gotten bored with that, and once they became old enough, around 1,600 years of age, he had to start sitting through lessons about being an heir. Which was honestly ridiculous considering Taylor wasn't even the first prince in line, considering that his grandfather, Zhao Di Foster (Or Jodie) is still ruling. His Dad, Saint Nicholas Foster-Close (Or Nicky) has been in line for the throne for over thirty centuries.

Tae Lure Swift (Or Taylor) was still regarded as a prince though, which meant at 1,600 they had to start sitting in on lessons and lectures of how to become King. The only good thing about the meetings was getting to hang out with his Dad and other grandfather, Glenn Close. Glenn wasn't technically a royal, nor was he even a hell-demon, but he’s still Taylor’s grandpa, it was because of some kind of weird curse that Taylor’s Dad had two Dads, something to do with a Battleaxe Of Hatred and divine judgment. Taylor’s pretty sure his Dad had said it was Heaven’s fault, Taylor doesn't tend to ask about it much just because of how much it seems to bother Nicky to talk about.

After a while of boring Royal Angel Hunting events, and even more boring lessons about monarchies and adequacy, Taylor had started to venture off into the city whenever they have the time. He had come across Angel Bounties when they were wandering around the downtown area, and had gotten curious. While looking into it, he met Scary. Angel Bounties for sinners were way more interesting, considering it was an actual active hunt, not just angels being captured by demon subjects and thrown into a gladiator arena. There was also the possibility of Angels having their own bounties for demons, whether it be hell-demons or sinners. (Though hell-demons are typically worth more.) The risk is thrilling.

“Your Dad only likes TJ because he keeps bribing the prince with baked goods so he doesn't think we kidnap you.” Scary rolls her eyes and Taylor pouts.

They're walking outside of the city, the red desert plains between the circles of Hell and the staircase to the gates of Heaven. Angels typically fly overhead through the gates to get to the other circles for bounties as well as deliveries from the monarchs of Heaven to the monarchs of Hell. The area they're in and the time of day, makes for prime angel hunting time.

“Yeah well, I like to think that our dads get along.” Taylor folds his arms over his chest. Scary growls, her tail whipping angrily.

“Not my Dad.” She says coldly before turning and going back to walking down the path. Taylor follows, feeling a little smug. They walk in silence for the most part, and Taylor knows that he's supposed to be paying attention when they're out of the city, to make sure he doesn't get a spear through the heart or something, but he's bored and he hasn't heard the flap of feathered wings and angelic harps that would indicate an angel approaching, so he pulls out his phone. He’s answering a text from his Mom when they can hear something akin to a missile being launched coming from above, he looks up to see something that looks almost like a comet shoot through the sky. It hits the ground about 50 feet away from them with a loud crash that shakes the ground beneath them.

Taylor almost drops his phone but grabs it before it hits the sand. It's almost as if there's an earthquake going on, for at least four seconds before the ground settles. There’s a large crater in the ground and a steady smoke of red sand and white flames come from it.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Scary yells, grabbing Taylor’s arm. Taylor adjusts his glasses a little to look over, slack jawed. Scary pulls out their angelic revolver, it glowing with the same bright white look that the flames around the crater are. Now that he notices it, the comet had come from the direction where the stairs to Heaven are. Taylor blinks a little before the realization hits them.

“WHAT THE SHIT!!” He yells, their shoulders raising up, Scary looks at them with a confused look. “Scare! It’s a fucking fallen angel!” He hisses at her. Their eyes widen when the realization hits her at well. Taylor pulls out his sword and starts walking towards the crater, Scary’s hand still on their arm.

“Tae! Taylor! Don’t be an idiot! I swear to fucking satan- if you get us killed by Heaven Angels I’m killing you myself” Scary complains, however she’s following him. Taylor ignores their protests, his curiosity getting the best of them. They get to the edge of the sandy crater, it’s deep, Taylor can’t really guess how deep but it’s really fucking deep. There’s enough red sand blown away that you can see the black coal-like rocks that make up the underground of Hell. There’s a figure in the middle of it, Taylor can see a feathered wing twitch. Taylor will admit he’s never seen a fallen angel before, nor as he ever met one. Heaven doesn’t typically throw out their angels unless they’ve done something bad. By the fact the fallen angel as wings, Taylor can assume that they’re heaven-born. Angels who were once humans, only had halos. But the wings aren’t the usual pristine white that sell like crazy in auctions down in the 9th Circle, they look as if they’ve been dipped in ash, black and almost raven-like.

Taylor can’t help but stare as the figure rises, stumbling a lot. Taylor can hear them let out a hiss of pain. They lift their head, and the distance and angle makes it impossible for Taylor to see their face, but their halo he can spot. Usually an angel has a gold halo, that sparkles in light, those always sell high in markets as well. Their halo is unlike any that Taylor has ever seen before, it’s white, devoid of any color, and it’s broken, cracked down the middle. It hangs with a weird energy that hurts Taylor’s eyes to look at. Their clothes, traditional Heaven Angel garments, that look similar to Taylor’s own royal clothing, though not black and grey, grey and white, are ripped to shreds. The clothing hangs around their tall frame, tattered with burns and cuts. They have short black dreadlocks, but there are a few of them that have turned completely white, they almost look to be glowing like their broken halo. They’re still not facing Taylor and Scary, so Taylor cups his hands around his mouth.

“HEY!” They yell down at the fallen angel. “HEY OVER HERE!!” They turn their head, and Taylor has to stop themself from gasping. Their eyes are completely white. Heaven Angels typically have white lashes that frame their eyes, but their actual eyes are normal colors, though they’re typically more saturated than sinners and angels. But, the person, this fallen angel in the crater, their eyes glow the same white that their halo is, and it looks as if the white is dripping down their cheeks. Taylor looks to Scary, who still has their hand around his arm, then looks back to the fallen angel. “I’m going down.” Taylor says, walking over the edge of the crater to use the sand to slip down the hole. Scary lets go of him.

“Are you fucking crazy or something?” Scary whisper-yells at them as he gets more down the crater. Taylor ignores her, focusing on getting down to meet the fallen angel. They look young, probably closer to Taylor’s age than Scary’s, but hell and heaven borns age slower than human borns. Scary is only 72 in human years, technically anyway considering she died at 16. Taylor is around 16 years old in demon years. Taylor gets to the bottom and notices Scary as they plop down next to him on the rocks that the fallen angel is still sitting on top of.

“Hey,” Taylor waves at them and they blink, a look of confusion and fear on their face. “I’m Tae Lure Swift, prince of the 7th Ring, but you can call me Taylor. He/They for me, This is Scary Marlowe, they’re a sinner, They/She for her.” Taylor explains simply. “What’s your name?” They raise a shaky hand to wipe at their eyes, Taylor can see white tears pouring from their eyes. Scary smacks Taylor in the back of his head. “Uh..sorry, are you okay?”

“Uh…” The fallen angel starts to say. “I’m okay…I’m not hurt.” Their voice is way deeper than Taylor would have expected but he goes with it. “I’m Lincoln.” They introduce themself.

“Nice to meet you!” Taylor grins, showing off fangs and braces. Taylor puts out his hand, the gloves he wears that are attached to the sleeves of their undershirt (a part of his royal clothing) go over only his ring finger, Lincoln seems to hesitate before accepting the hand, shaking it lightly. “Can you stand?” Taylor asks. Scary is unusually quiet, and when Taylor glances over they’re glaring uncomfortably, looking between Lincoln and Taylor, showing non-verbal disapproval. Taylor ignores it.

“Uhm..” Lincoln attempts to stand, putting their black raven wings out to steady themself. They’re able to stand, but wobble a little, so Taylor puts out his hands to catch them, their skin is almost freezing to the touch. “Thank you…” They mumble, sniffling a little. “I’m in uh…Hell then.” Taylor nods. “Cool…which circle is this?” Lincoln sounds a little awkward, maybe still fearful, but thankfully they seem to trust Taylor. Which is way more than any angelic being has ever shown him. That’s probably why it’s so easy to kill them and not morally feel unbalanced. But also, Taylor is literally a hell-demon, so murder even between hell-demons and sinners isn’t exactly uncommon.

“7th Circle, Violence.” Taylor answers. “But don’t worry! I’m a prince so if you stick with me no one can hurt you without fear of imprisonment and execution, because I can flex my power when I wanna!” Taylor laughs a bit at their own words, and Lincoln laughs gently as well, giving Taylor a strained but gentle smile.

“Thank you.” Lincoln mumbles. “I guess it uh, makes sense I’m here.” Lincoln says, looking around the crater they had made when they fell.

“You’re a fallen angel, right?” Scary says in an accusatory tone. Lincoln looks to them with wide eyes.

“Uhm…yes, I am.” Lincoln answers, looking at their feet. The whites of their eyes are a little greyer than their actual irises, so Taylor can see where they’re looking when up closer.

“How does that work?” Taylor asks, tilting his head to the side while still holding onto Lincoln’s arms.

“Oh uhm…I killed an angel and I was put on trial in front of the Heaven council, and they exiled me. So. I guess I’m a sinner now? Technically?” Lincoln’s shoulders go up near their ears.

“You killed an angel?” Scary repeats, looking shocked. “One of your own kind?” Lincoln frowns deeply and Taylor smacks Scary with his tail. She yelps a little and gives them a harsh glare. Taylor returns it, pouting a little.

“It’s fine, we kill angels all the time.” Taylor reassures. “That’s why we were out of the city anyway.” Lincoln definitely does not look reassured or comforted so Taylor moves on quickly. “Anyways…so like, you can’t go back to Heaven?” Lincoln looks even more terrified as if what Taylor said hadn’t dawned on them yet.

“Oh lord…” Lincoln puts their hands on either side of their head, freaking out a little. “I can’t go back, oh dear god, I can’t go back…I’m never gonna see Marco again!” Taylor and Scary share a confused and worried look.

“Who’s Marco?” Scary asks. Lincoln’s bottom lip wobbles as more tears spill from his eyes, Taylor moves over to lightly pat them on the back, attempting to comfort them.

“My Dad!!” They sob out, putting their head in their hands. Scary shares another look with Taylor. “And- and my other Dad..he-” Lincoln sniffles loudly, suddenly looking more pissed off than sad. “He was in the council that fucking exiled me!!” Lincoln lets out a long distressed groan and crouches down on the ground. Taylor hums, frowning a little.

“Well that’s pretty jacked up of him!” Taylor expresses, placing his hands on their hips. Scary nods in agreement as Lincoln looks back up at them.

“What do I do now…?” Lincoln asks, tugging at their hair a little. Scary bites her lip as Taylor gives her a firm look. They shake her head back and forth aggressively and Taylor nods with that same aggression. They play this game for a little longer before Scary lets out a loud groan.

“Augh! Fine, I live with my fucking stepdad and we have extra room…so I’ll like, fucking text him and ask if you can stay or whatever…” Scary rolls their eyes dramatically. Taylor smirks in his victory. She takes out her phone, starting to type on it, their long nails clacking against the screen loudly. “What’re your pronouns?” Scary asks, nudging Lincoln. Lincoln blinks a bit before registering the question.

“He and She are fine.” He says, shrugging. Scary nods, looking back at her phone. Taylor crouches down next to Lincoln, pats her on the back a little.

“Link..can I call you Link?” Taylor asks, feeling smug. Lincoln furrows his brow and then nods. She sniffles again, wiping her nose on the back of his hand. “This place will be incredibly weird! More so weird than what you are used to! However, I, your noble prince and grand leader! Will guide you, protect you even.” Taylor grins and Link just looks at them with a confused look.

“Okay, TJ says it’s fine. However he has words to exchange with us about the dangers of angels or whatever the fuck, so like…be ready.” Scary says, shrugging and putting their phone into the back pocket of her ripped up jeans.

“Okay.” Lincoln says. “Thank you.” She moves to stand, brushing off his knees, which are exposes through the huge gashes in the grey leggings angels usually wear.

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They get back to TJ and Scary’s apartment later, not coming back with any angel bounty, which is what they’d gone out to get, but returning with a whole ass fallen angel roommate. TJ isn’t home yet from work but he said they could go in and make sure Link is all settled.

“I’ll get you some old clothes from my room, probably won’t fit but like…it’s temporary until we can actually get you something better to wear.” Scary says to Lincoln who’s standing awkwardly in the living room of the apartment. Scary starts walking off towards her bedroom. “Tae can you show Lincoln her room?” Taylor grins and nods, bouncing on his feet a little.

“This way!” Taylor gestures, walking down the hall and to the guest bedroom, which is now going to be Lincoln’s. Taylor has stayed in the room a couple of times over the few decades that they’ve known Scary and TJ, but Taylor has always preferred to fall asleep with Scary on the couch while watching a movie or anime, or sleeping in her bed. What can they say? Taylor is a demon who appreciates physical touch. It took Taylor a long time to grow out of wanting to sleep in his Mom’s bed at night, as well as falling asleep while sitting with his Dad. Taylor walks into the room and sets their backpack down on the ground for now, he looks back to see Link standing nervously in the doorway, running her hands over his arms repeatedly. “You okay?” He looks up to meet Taylor’s eyes from where he stands near the bed. “You can like…come in, dude.”

“Oh uhm…yeah, sorry.” Link walks in and hesitates before she sits down on the bed. “Just uhm…a lot on my mind I guess.” Taylor nods, sitting down next to him.

“That’s fair, sounds like you’ve been going through a whole ton of jacked up shit.” Taylor says, moving his wings a bit so they don’t bump into Link.

“Yeah…kinda.” Lincoln itches her brow. “I’m just…angry, and sad. So much so that it feels suffocating.” Lincoln frowns. “My dads told me that honesty was a good thing, and that if I’m ever in a situation that I protect myself.” She runs a thumb against the palm of his hand. “But when I did…I- they kicked me out. The angel I killed wasn’t a good man, he should’ve been the one to get thrown out of the gates not me! It’s unfair, I’m…I’m not a sinner.” Link’s voice cracks a little, he’s frowning deeply and doesn’t meet Taylor’s eyes when he scoots towards her, pulling him into an awkward side hug, given how tall she is in comparison.

“I don’t think you’re all evil or anything…” Taylor says. “I mean from like, my experience. The angel hunting we do, as well as the competitions the royals do, is like…not as violent or cruel as what Heaven does. Maybe it’s because we’re all kinda upfront about what we do and stuff, and sinners mostly do it because they need money to survive, that’s why Scary does it anyway. But like..Heaven acts all sweet and holy and stuff but they’re even worse of a monarchy than we are. Hell civil wars are way less common than in Heaven, and even when they do happen here they go on for like ever…Heaven always resolves them like real quick by massacring the angels who fuck shit up.” Taylor rambles. “Sorry..what I’m trying to say is that you’re a cool guy, and a bunch of shit happened to you and now you’re here with us, and that’s pretty nice. But also, Heaven was totally in the wrong there.” Link looks down at him, a gentle furrow to his brow.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right…I don’t know, it’s hard to think about right now. I’m tired.” Lincoln says, sighing deeply. Taylor hums.

“That makes sense, I wouldn’t imagine it uh…not being tiring.” Taylor shrugs. “But you know, on the bright side, I think you’re really nice and we can get to hang out now!” Taylor grins and Lincoln laughs a little, a gentle smile going across his lips.

“Yeah, I think you’re pretty cool too.” Link tucks a lock behind her ear, looking down. “For being a hell-demon anyway.” Taylor snickers.

“Other royals can be pretty shitty guys but I pride myself on being cool as hell in a mysterious vigilante type way!” Taylor smirks, brushing red bangs out of his face. Lincoln laughs softly.

“Very mysterious, yeah.” Lincoln brings her legs up, hugging them to his chest, her eyes still on Taylor. Scary walks back in eventually and hands Lincoln some of their old clothes, hoping that will work until they’re able to go shopping for her. Taylor gets a text from his Dad that he needs to be home soon, which makes them frown, but they put their phone away while Scary makes ramen for both of them, since Taylor asked very nicely and Lincoln admitted to never having ramen before, which Taylor took as a personal offense.

Lincoln was deeply confused about most of the stuff in Scary’s apartment, mostly with the electronic appliances. Taylor doesn’t know too much about Heaven besides the history he was taught as a kid, but it’s seeming like Heaven is not vaguely similar to Earth like Scary says Hell is. Taylor thinks it’s pretty fun though, getting to explain different things to Link, the same way they like to explain the parts of Hell history that had happened way before Scary’s soul started existing. Link’s perception of history seems to be way too clouded with Heaven Angel propaganda so getting to compare how they both learned things was really interesting.

TJ gets home from work at the magic shop and gives both Taylor and Scary that lecture he had mentioned before, thought it’s pretty ineffective with the combination of Scary’s lack of interest and Taylor’s stubborn nature, which is how it usually goes when TJ tries to lecture them. TJ and Lincoln meet, and it’s incredibly awkward. Link keeps calling him Mr. Marlowe, even after TJ says she can just call him TJ. It’s even more funny because TJ’s last name is Stampler. Scary is enraged by this as well because it means someone is saying that TJ is her dad. It’s been a long time since Scary and TJ died, and their relationship has definitely gotten better but Scary is stubborn, and they need space. So calling TJ her dad was completely off the table.

Eventually Taylor gets a phone call from his Dad, who tells him that they need to get back to the castle, because it was one of the nights where Grandpa Jodie was having royals from another circle over for dinner, and Taylor as a prince needed to attend. So Taylor says goodbye to his new found friend, and his old friend, and his old friend’s not-dad. But they leave feeling happy and excited, with a promise of stopping by the next day. They like Lincoln, she’s really cool.

#fics 💫#posted this on my main acc 4 swiftli week but since its for this au i thought id post it entirely on this blog #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads taylor swift #dungeons & daddies #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li wilson #linc li wilson #link li wilson #swiftli #scary marlowe #terri marlowe #terry jr stampler #terry jr #nicky close foster #nicky foster #nicky close

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Do you think Mike is already aware of his feelings?

yes!!! i totally do. the reason i believe this is because in s3 the majority of our byler evidence is technical cinematic choices like framing, blocking, color pallets, music, etc. but for s4 theres way more byler evidence that are directly from mikes behavior!!!

in other words, s3 queercoding had to be achieved through more film choices because he wasnt aware of his own feelings so his character didnt reveal that much to the audience. but in s4 a HUGE portion of our byler evidence is of mikes behavior towards both el and will, so he definitely became aware of his feelings some time within those 6 months apart from them.

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in s3 these are what i think are the biggest byler evidence:

framing mike perfectly in the closet (this ones also a bit behavioral because he doesnt kiss her back, leaves his eyes open, and looks beyond confused after, but i think the framing is overwhelmingly the loudest thing here).

the huge difference in the aesthetic of the mlvn break up and bylers fight. they intentionally filmed mlvns as humorous, colorful, and unserious but for byler they had pouring rain, dark grays and blues, theyre alone, and emotional synth music plays after.

and consistently placing el alone and pairing up byler with the canon couples.

there is only one huge behavioral thing mike does in s3 that gives us a clue on what hes feelings and thats “its not my fault you dont like girls”. i think this was him subconsciously projecting but hes still unaware of his feelings or wills.

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s4 byler evidence still has a lot of technical film choices, but we see WAY more evidence thats directly based on mikes behavior. he is well aware of his feelings and he doesnt know how to act around will or el because of them.

s4 mikes behavioral byler evidence:

the non hug at the airport.

there is NO reason for him to do this unless he is well aware of his feelings for will. he is terrified of being perceived as gay. this scene reminds me of the book the goldfinch where the main character who canonically has a lot of internalized homophobia refuses to hug goodbye his close family friends before he moves because it would “seem gay”. thats literally almost the exact situation here only its a greeting hug instead of a goodbye hug. that character later admits that hes in love with his best friend.

looking nervous when he asks about the painting.

i dont think people talk about this one enough. it was clearly art and mike has a whole binder of wills art at home. why wouldnt he be excited to see it? (because el told him its for a girl!!)

not calling will that much

why wouldnt he want to call his best friend since kindergarten who moved away? i think the ‘couple times’ will was referring to was before he realized his feelings and then he stopped calling him after he figured it out because he didnt want it to be true and he was trying to ignore his feelings.

“thats because shes my girlfriend will … we’re friends!! we’re friends.”

this one SCREAMS internalized homophobia. especially since will didnt imply anything romantic, mike interpreted it that way on his own. this one also goes hand and hand with the technical stuff because right after that line the track “in the closet (at rink o mania)” plays.

mike not telling el he loves her when its so blatantly clear thats all she wants to hear

if mike really loved her this argument wouldnt happen to begin with but the fact that it did and mike had the clearest opportunity to reassure el that he does love her and all he could get out was “youre being ridiculous. you know what i think of you. youre the most incredible person in the world.” yikes.

talking to will about that fight but not telling him “that thing” he couldnt say was that he loves her

he was comfortable enough telling will about the fight and that there was something he couldnt say but he blatantly chose not to tell him what that thing was. this one DEFINITELY tells me he is aware of his feelings. if he genuinely didnt know why he couldnt say it i think he would be comfortable asking will about it but he refused.

this

and this

so yes i think mike is well aware of his feelings bc his behavior is so strange and different in s4 than any other season. i think while he was away from both of them he realized that he missed el the way he was supposed to miss will and he missed will the way he was supposed to miss el. and that freaked him out a lot. and as finn has said, he is just trying really hard to be normal (and failing miserably).

#slay #byler #eden answers

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the way your draw uniforms tickly my brain very nicely, they always look amazing! do you have a specific source for reference pictures or have you drawn them so often now you don't need them that much anymore? xoxox- struggling artist who can't find good refs

hehehehe anon i love talking about uniforms so this ask is a real treat… this may get long so it’s going under a cut

first of all thank u for noticing i do really try to make the uniforms as accurate as possible. i spend a long time trying to figure out what specific coat/gun/boot/helmet/whatever people are wearing and what its purpose is…. thats really just googling around and clicking on links until i find something. luckily for band of brothers/ww2 related stuff theres a lot of interest and you can often find ppl on forums from like 2003 discussing the minutiae of gear that will point you in the right direction. ww1 related stuff is a bit harder to come by but i bought a full illustrated book to help with that lol

as for straight up references- pinterest is one of my main resources!! there are lots of pics of the boys from bob if that’s what you are specifically looking for (some boards i like are here and here.) these can be hit or miss sometimes if you’re looking for ref of a very specific thing, because they don’t always capture the angle of that bag or clear shot of a belt that you need.

if that’s the case then i just… rewatch the show lol. i have it downloaded on my phone through the amazon prime app so if im drawing a scene or looking for very specific reference i will literally go frame by frame to get what i need. i cannot tell you how many times ive watched this series just looking for reference. so many. too many??? for this secret santa piece im doing i have watched the same 10 second scene so many times that i can see it when i close my eyes. the bad thing about that is you cannot take screenshots (fuck you amazon prime) and also, it’s rly easy to get sucked into the show and spend an hour just watching it bc it’s a damn good show. i think ive watched the breaking point like 20 times by now bc of this. this is insane idk if you want to do this but if you are looking for straight up accuracy then it’s not a bad option

also, and this is not specific to uniforms, if you draw something enough the pieces will start to stick in your head… this happened to me with 1917 and ww1 british kits lol. i drew them so much they just stuck. knowing what layers are under a jacket, where a belt sits and what’s attached to it, the specific shape of a helmet (fuck you stahlhelms fuck you m1s AND FUCK YOU BRODIE HELMETS) and shit like that just comes with drawing them a lot. and also watching how they fit and move on an actual person is why rewatching the show is good. researching stuff also helps but i know ppl don’t always want to spend hours doing that shit if you’re just looking for a basic reference. but i’m rly into uniforms so that is fun for me!!

i’m realizing this is a lot but…… i like uniforms! thats part of why i like military history shit. its fun to think about how all the gear interacts and moves with a person! how different each country’s uniforms are and how they carry everything they need on their backs and how they change over the years! i just think its neat!

#asks #anon #reference #this is insane. i’m insane. i love uniforms.#you’ve hit my niche interest anon #i’ve made ocs simply bc i like the uniforms and wanted an excuse to draw the uniform slot #*a lot #like my highlander ocs

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Keep Quiet For Me Noona | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: Roles reverse as Yeonjun asks you to let him take care of you Pairing :f!reader x Yeonjun Word Count: 3k~ Warning: Explicit Language, age gap (four years), Noona kink, oral and fingering (Female receiving) Requested by @pastelpinkjoon and an anon <3 hope you guys like it! Read Keep Quiet For Me for more context~

"Let me make you feel good" I hear the words drip out of Yeonjun's mouth laced with so much seduction that it leaves me wanting to rub my thighs together, and if he wasn't already laying between them I would.

How did I end up here?

Three months ago

"Noona wait up!" I hear and look over my shoulder to see Yeonjun running up to me. "Oh hi Yeonjun, how are you?" I question when he finally catches up to me while I make my way to sit in our University's quad. "I'm good thanks, I wanted to see if maybe we could hang out sometime?" he asks while also trying to catch his breath. "You want to hang out with me? Why not Jaeyoung? Did you guys fight?" I question confused as to why he suddenly wanted to spend time with me instead of my little brother who also happens to be his best friend. "No we didn't fight or anything like that, I just wanted to spend some time with you!" he says with a bright smile on his face.

"And why's that?" I ask tilting my head, trying to figure out his exact motives. "Well..." he starts and pauses for a second "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think you're really pretty and I want to ask you out" he explains scratching the back of his neck, and I can now see how the tips of his ears are turning pink. "Yeonjun you do know I'm four years older than you right?" I say giving him a half smile.

"Yeah I know, I've known you for long enough to at least know that" he says referring to how many years you've know each other (about 7 but who's counting). "Have you talked to Jaeyoung about this?" I question crossing my arms, amused by his behavior. "Well... no" he says with his head drooping. "Yeonjun I don't want to mess up your friendship with my brother just because you have a crush on me. I know you guys are close and I don't want to cause any awkwardness between you two" I finish giving a reasonable answer, hoping that it'll suffice.

"Well what if he's cool with it?" he questions hoping he can put in some work to change my mind. "You do know who we're talking about right? Plus don't you have any girls your age to date? I'm pretty sure I see a few of them checking you out over there" I say nodding towards the girls that are clearly eyeing him like a piece of meat. "The girls my age are so immature Noona and they're all so shallow. You're a lot prettier than them, plus I've known you for so long and I've liked you for the longest time" he says deciding to just confess.

"Yeonjun I don't know..." I say not really sure how to respond. "Just give me a chance, please? I'll talk to Jaeyoung and make sure he's cool with it!" he pleads quickly hoping I don't brush him off. "Will you say yes then?" he questions with pleading eyes. "I'll think about it..." I say settling on that for now. "Yes! Thank you Noona I promise you won't regret it!" he says and runs off to what I assume is to find Jaeyoung.

Later that week he comes back to me with his tail between his legs. "He said no didn't he?" I say breaking the ice. "He said it would be weird if I dated his sister and that I wouldn't spend time with him anymore if I did" he relays pouting. "I'm sorry Yeonjun, I'm sure theres a great girl out there for you. Don't worry about me okay? You'll find her one day." I say placing my hand on his shoulder and get up to grab my stuff.

"Where are you going?" he questions with the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen from him. "Aww don't do that! I'm just walking to class, do you wanna walk with me?" I offer hoping this'll perk him up a bit. "Really? Sure!" he says hopping up and taking my bag from me. I try to grab it back but he just holds it up out of my reach and laughs at my attempts of getting it back before I finally concede and just start making my way to the classroom.

As the weeks went by he continued to walk me to that class every time I had it and I've become fond of our little talks on the short journey there. It's strange that my day feels almost incomplete when he isn't able to do it. "Hi Noona!" Yeonjun says sneaking up on me from behind. "Yeonjun don't do that!" I say placing a hand on my chest to steady myself.

"Sorry I didn't mean to, I think you were just spacing out a bit otherwise you definitely would've seen me" he says with a cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and stand up getting ready to walk to my class, with him trailing behind me before he catches me and takes my bag like always. "Is everything okay?" he asks searching my eyes for answers. "Yeah I'm fine I was just thinking about some things and I got a bit carried away" I explain hopefully easing his mind without giving away too much.

"What were you thinking about? Anything I can help with?" he says offering me a small smile. "No it's okay don't worry about it, but thank you Yeonjun. You've been so nice to me even though I rejected you and I don't know why you would do something like that" I say voicing some of my thoughts to him. "I just like spending time with you, but if you want to really thank me then you could come to a party that my friend is having this weekend!" He says adjusting the strap on his backpack.

"Who's party is it?" I question curious as to who might be there. "Just one of my friends on the lacrosse team. Jaeyoung isn't gonna be there" he says quickly hoping to get rid of one of my excuses as to why I shouldn't go. "You can bring a friend if you want! It'll be super chill and we can spend some time together outside of school this time" he says rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, clearly excited but also nervous as to what my response might be.

"Text me the details and I'll let you know if I'll be able to make it" I settle, not giving him a definitive yes or no. "Okay awesome! I'll text you later?" he questions and I nod at that, taking my bag back from him since we had just reached my class. He smiles at me and walks backwards not wanting to look away from me just yet, clearly excited at the prospect of us finally spending time together other than our short lived journey twice a week. I

wave to him and he waves back right before he bumps into the wall behind him losing his balance for a second. I laugh at his antics and shake my head and walk into class but not before I spare him one more glance and see that despite all of that he's still watching me, waiting for me to walk into class to which I suddenly blush at. 'Wait! Blush? Girl no! Get yourself together, he's your little brother's best friend. He's your friend, stop it' I think to myself shaking off the flustered feeling that started to bloom along with the growing blush on my cheeks.

So that's how it all started, I never thought I would find myself in this position but I can't say that I'm not happy to be here.

"Is that okay?" I hear Yeonjun say, noticing I haven't responded to him since he had offered to continue. "You really don't have to, I didn't do that just because I was expecting you to do the same..." I say trailing off almost feeling a bit shy under his gaze again. "But I want to. Please Noona..." he asks while rubbing circles on my hip with this thumb. "I want to please you" he says while coming back up to me and placing soft kisses all along my neck.

"Let me take care of you" he whispers in my ear and continues to kiss my neck until he hears a sharp inhale from he when he finds a spot that makes my head spin. He licks a long stipe along it and pulls back a bit and blows on it which has me shivering under him.

"So sensitive" he taunts and before I can open my mouth to say something in return he goes back and starts nipping and kissing that spot again. "Yeonjun" I let out in a breathy tone. "Yes Noona?" he says between kisses. "Please" I whimper feeling a sense of need bubble up inside me again. "Please what?" he asks and comes up to give me a deep kiss that leaves me longing for more. "Touch me" I whisper against his lips.

"What would you like me to do?" he says and starts running his hand up and down my outer thigh. I squirm, trying to get some sort of friction as the need between my legs just keeps building. "Slow down baby, I'll take care of you but if you don't use your words then I won't know how" he says in a teasing tone that has me feeling breathless. "I want your fingers" I let out shyly, now feeling myself slip into a more submissive roll.

"See that wasn't so hard" he says and takes the hand that has running along my curves and brings it to my abdomen, letting his fingers trail down slowly which has me wanting to beg. "Please" I let out as he continues to tease me as his fingers slip between my legs but only to run along my inner thigh, continuing his pain staking task. "Patience baby, I got you. Can you keep quiet for me Noona? Just like I did for you?" he questions tilting his head at me and I nod waiting for his touch.

"Good girl" he says with a slight upturn of his lips and then I feel him start to run a finger along my slit. My breath hitches, not expecting the contact so quickly. "Shh Noona, that's not quiet" he says in my ear and takes that chance to bite on it softly. I inhale once I feel him start to rub my clit in languid motions. "You're so wet" he says in my ear once more before pulling back to watch my reactions as he inserts one finger. I close my eyes tight and relish in the feeling I've been craving. He rubs my clit while he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, dragging his finger along my walls to add to the pleasure.

"That's it, good girl" he says satisfied with my reactions, "Breathe Noona" he continues as he's noticed that I'm holding my breath, trying my best to keep myself quiet. Once I take a breath in I'm caught off guard by Yeonjun's mouth against mine as well as feeling another finger inserted. He takes the opportunity to go in for a deeper kiss and I whimper into his mouth from the overwhelming stimulation.

He decides to not mention this one and just swallows all of the sounds I let out as he continues to touch me. He feels me squirming and takes note of how hard I'm clenching around his two fingers that he decided to pull them out, ripping away my building orgasm. I whine at the loss of contact and he chuckles at the sound.

"Seems like you're not very good at keeping quiet Noona, or am I just making you feel too good?" he taunts and goes back to rubbing circles around my clit that is pulsing with need. "Please" I whine losing all sense of self respect, needing to chase that high. "Please what? What do you want?" he taunts, not letting up for a second on his teasing.

"Want your mouth" I pant out feeling that burning sensation building again. "Where do you want it? Here?" he says giving me a kiss. "Down there" I whine and jolt a bit from the feeling of him giving me a quick pinch on my sensitive bud. "Down where? Here?" he says kissing along my collarbone. "Lower" I let out begging for him to hurry. "Here?" he say trailing down my abdomen to my hip, sucking a mark on it and running his tongue along it. "Lower" I let out breathlessly and feel him trace his lips down to the inside of my thigh.

He lifts his head to make eye contact with me and then blows on my cunt and watches as I squirm from the sensation. He places a hand on my hip and growls for me to stay still and I do my best to settle back down. He leans in closer and licks a long stripe along my slit and I swallow a moan that is desperate to come out and throw my head back onto the pillow. "You taste so sweet Noona" he compliments, making me shy.

"Eyes on me" he says while nuzzling his nose into me and nudging against my clit. He takes a second to look down at my cunt before leaning in and kissing my clit, starting his assault there first. He peers back up at me through his lashes and sees that I still have my eyes on him and he sends me a slight smile before speeding up his movements which has me clenching around nothing.

He runs his tongue from my clit to just above my entrance continuing to tease me to which I whine in protest. "Shh you can take it" he says as he inserts his tongue inside my entrance which has me fisting the sheets. He licks and sucks all over my cunt making me whimper not able to swallow this one down.

"You haven't been a very good listener huh?" he says coming back up and giving me a sideways smile. "But I think I wanna hear your pretty moans now, you sound so cute trying to stay quiet. Let me know how good I'm making you feel" he says before going back down to continue

"Fuck, so good. So so good Yeonjun please" I moan out, finding my voice. He continues and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers which has my hip bucking into them unconsciously. He growls against my cunt and the vibration has me gasping for air along with him nipping at my throbbing clit. "Yeonjun, please" I moan begging him for release and he continues to work harder as he feels my walls clenching around his digits and he add another to coax me along.

My vision goes blurry as I feel myself reaching the edge and my legs start shaking showing that I'm seconds from cumming and he knows. He changes pace and pumps his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace and replaces his tongue on my clit with his thumb and comes up for air and I moan seeing his face covered in my slick as he utters "Cum for me Noona" which sends me over the edge, toes curling, back arching, legs shaking and moans that I don't even recognize all happening at once as I cum around his fingers while he watches and hovers over me.

He pumps his fingers a few more times to help me ride it out and brings his mouth down and cleans me up until I'm whining from overstimulation. He places his fingers in his mouth and savors the last bit of my arousal before he comes up and kisses me so I can taste myself on his tongue. I pull him close to me and roll him over so I can take over the kiss for a minute before dropping back onto my back next to him.

"Fuck" is all I can manage to say while trying to catch my breath, "I told you I could take care of you didn't I?" Yeonjun asks rolling over and propping his head on my chest. "Shut up" I laugh covering my face feeling embarrassed from his close gaze. "Nuh uh no being shy around me Noona, look at me" I do as he asks and he comes closer and gives me a few more lazy kisses and trails them down my neck hoping to get me to relax a bit more. "How are you feeling?" he questions as he feels me start to lose some of the tension in my body. "Fucking fantastic" I respond honestly and he laughs at my honesty.

"Good, now will you please let me take you out?" he asks now sporting some puppy dog eyes hoping to use them to his advantage, "I don't know..." I trail still not sure. "Come on Noona please, we don't have to do anything else if you think you're gonna regret it" he says feeling a bit insecure now. "Yeonjun no, I don't regret anything" I protest, running my fingers through his hair. "We can both go talk to Jaeyoung if that's what you're worried about. Plus you're his older sister so you shouldn't have to listen to him" he says cuddling in closer to me.

"Do you wan't to go out with me?" he questions softly, clearly feeling vulnerable in this position. After taking a moment to think I finally nod and agree. "Let's talk to Jae tomorrow" I suggest and he jumps on me and kisses me all over. "Are you serious?" he says with eyes sparkling in stark contrast of his intense lustful gaze from a few moments ago. I nod my head and he pulls me even closer and we spend the rest of our time together just talking nonsense until the night ends.

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robocops-a-christ-allegory · 8 months

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Peacemaker in Blue Beetle 2006 is Christopher Smith, a PSA

So theres this really common misconception that the Peacemaker that mentored Jaime Reyes in Blue Beetle 2006 is Mitchell Black or some other Peacemaker, basically anyone but Chris, and its a misconception that can only survive if you havent actually read the first half of the run all the way through. However its also common enough to really bother me and since Jaime might be about to get a lot of new fans who may not read his comics I feel the need to make this post collecting evidence. So heres the "Peacemaker in Blue Beetle 2006 is definitely Chris" post.

Going under a read more because this is kind of long because Im gonna talk too much, but if you dont want to read it you WILL just get the gist by just looking at the screenshots included.

Also its Peacemaker so CW for nazi imagery/depiction of nazis in some of these screenshots and mention of nazis, also depiction of someone about to commit suicide by firearm, also mentions of ableism

So this misconception comes from the fact that in early Blue Beetle 2006 Peacemaker tells Jaime and his family that hes Mitchell Black, the third Peacemaker:

This is lampshaded immediately as probably being a fake name just because of how Fake It Sounds (though ironically it is Mitchell's actual legal name, poor guy), and Peacemaker's response to Brenda asking if its his real name is "Its what I told you."

By issue 13 we have Peacemaker being called Smith-Peacemaker by the Negotiator.

By issue 20, which is also the issue that heavily focuses on Peacemaker and goes into his backstory, Chris is referred to by his full name by the Reach.

Chris's backstory in issue 20 is his backstory. This is fully Christopher Smith specific. You cannot apply any of this to the other two Peacemaker's that existed at this time.

So yeah, its definitely him, but Im gonna also really quick go into "so why did he tell everyone he was Mitchell Black?" because I really like talking about Peacemaker.

Basically Peacemaker playing things close to his chest and also straight up lying sometimes is actually a really consistent character trait for him, both in Blue Beetle 2006 and also before that

As for why hes lying its probably because he doesnt want anyone to realize hes still alive, since the chances are high he'd be arrested and either put back in prison, back with Checkmate, or straight up assassinated. He probably started using Mitchell's name because that way he can keep doing Peacemaker stuff. The guy also pretty much didnt have any real freedom until Blue Beetle, constantly being monitored by the government/Checkmate and constantly being under threat of either being forced to fight or forced institutionalization.

In summary Blue Beetle Peacemaker is Chris. Please stop saying hes not Chris. Its so good for both him and Jaime for that to be him and everytime someone says its not him I start crying really loud.

Bonus screenshot of Jaime referring to Chris by his last name because it didnt fit into this but I got it up and its cute. Thank you

#this is so dead serious to me Im not cropping out Bridgette talking about the brainwashing #everyones getting Bridgette mentioning shes dressing up like a maid to help Peacemakers therapy we're all in this now #but yeah thank you. This might be too long but I really wanted to go into this #I am ok with reblogs I kind of want reblogs because I dont want to put this in tags but obviously nobodys obligated.#Just shouting like help me help me people are lying about my guy #AND IT SUCH OBVIOUS LIES I KNOW IT'D TAKE ONE SCREENSHOT BUT I HAD TO GO INTO IT IVE SEEN IT SO MUCH?

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trashbins-stuff · 2 years

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some info abt me:

PART ONE THIS IS PART ONE (just summary):

Haiii!! ^^ :3 we M.A.C constellation program (collective) (osdd-1a or did we think) (M.A.C is for Morbid Antisocial Cosmonaut)

name: bin !!!!

! also goes by crt, cabby, roxy, charlotte, anne, sasha, rennie, catatonia, caroline

! also cosmic brownie, sunshine, ellie/ellen, jenny, marcy, ruby, ve(e), vinnie, danny is cool too!!

! friends/moots feel free to use candycane, ell, badger, đèn dầu/đd/dd or any silly nicknames <3

! also goes by kin names, you have to ask first before using our code name tho

-collectively identify as arospec queer a(pa)gender + system-fluid + autospec, altho headmates have their own orientation yeah

-adhtistic dysgraphia and is kleptomaniac

-language we can speak: Vietnamese + English

-doodle request r closed

-art tag:

current #trashbins-art

old: #i know it look uggo but i was drawing with a mouse okay??? (it is very unique ik/j)

boundaries (dni and thin ice):

-neutral/agaisnt Palestine i will block you

-ppl that like to start drama, i might avoid you

-look, i dont care if you dont know shit about plural systems or anything but if you call my headmate "siblings" then you better fucking say sorry, if you say it again i will block you

-if were not supa dupa close and jsut mootie that int sometime then ill be happy if we have toher shared fandom but uhm when u get jsut a lil close enough and i see u reblog other fandom post i get super uncomfy, huge pet peeve, big no no, might warrant u a soft block/timeout block until i get over it (or not)

PART THE POWER OF TWOOOOOO (social, plz check carrd and pronoun page to know more):

-my pinterest

-discord: trashbin2587

-my spotify

-pronouns page (there are english, norwegian and vietnamese ver)

-pronouns.cc (go more in deep)

-carrd (this one have facet introduction)

-toyhouse

-I HAVE A PILLOWFORT NOW

PART THIRD TIME THE CHARM!! (other stuff):

-sona info sheet or sth:

Items desp:

-bin's personal trusty shovel, bin like to refer to it as "Shovel Phoenix Thoradotte!! WARRIOR OF BURIED TREASURE, DESTROYER OF DIRT AND MY BESTIE!!1!" (if the string snapped or get removed form the shovel, bin shut down and go to a stage kinda like parallelogram (obs) when jerard died and stuck in a dream-loop until the string (u can get a new one) is tied back. the string being there is kinda of holding everything bin want to forget in) bin's is hesitant to telling ppl about the shovel in fear of them hurting it

i hope you have a great day :)

tags for moots (wip):

-carpybara (circuitcarp)

-blairy (blairdrawzstuff)

-moony hazel (moonmxple)

-winters ice trail (winterwrxter)

-messages from the stars (salachy-part-two)

-theres a frog in my boot and now were best bros (snoot-in-yo-boot)

-a harp-mony (harpjsutexsists)

-cola with no coca (devycola)

-tinted tunes (haiamkai)

-gooooobz (gooberdrawz)

-lovely shoelace (mausuwinasa)

-cuperooooo <3 (mochablogger)

synpath list below"

notes: red means theyre my fickin and im not always fine with doubles (especially if were very very close friends, am fine with double that i just met, already know theyre that before, or friends who arent that close, ask if u want), blue means high-mid synpath/other-hearted?, green means mid-low synpath (yes i know some of these characters r pieces of shits yes i still relate to them </3)

sasha waybright (amphibia)

tord (ew)

cabby (ii)

clover (ii)

ruby (bfdi)

remote (bfdi)

airy (hfjone)

charlottle/moldy (hfjone)

treasure chest (ppt2)

blue rectangle (voo)

buzzery (obs)

pinkie pie (mlp)

bmo (adventure time)

roxy lalonde (homestuck)

sollux captor (homestuck)

danny fenton (danny phantom)

little baby man (danny phantom phandom)

anne boonchuy (amphibia)

marcy wu (amphibia)

blueberry (ii)

four (bfdi/xfohv)

gold ingot (ppt2)

slipper (ppt2)

journal (ppt2)

fireball (aib)

pill (aib)

pitchfork (aib)

comet (objectified)

bee (bee&puppycat)

fionna (fionna&cake)

chloe garcia (dork diaries)

luz noceda (toh)

yuki sakasima (pretty girl neko show)

spinel (su)

horrid henry (horrid henry)

gus porter (toh)

mephone4 (ii)

bot (ii)

oodle (aib)

bone (aib)

moonstone (ee)

pool (object invasion)

thanks for reading! :] im probably gonna update these as time goes on

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dandansposts · 1 year

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I am intrigued by DID Vergil, do share

infodump below the cut i will try to cut it up correctly so it is readable.

i am like VIBRATING so here you Go anon

canonical facts!

both vergil and dante have some pretty obvious and pretty intense childhood trauma.

when wrenching himself into pieces cuz he has issues and problems, Not Only does vergil split a human and a demon half, he splits several other independent beings as well. these are explained away as nightmares or whatever in text, it's not super clear what they are, but they're manifestations of his trauma In Some Way

in visions of v theres an extra "nightmare" v doesn't pick up, but we aren't talking about that.

it's clear, i think, that the nightmares exist because he's trying to rid himself of weakness and fear is a very human weakness, but i honestly think it makes more sense looking at the character and all his associated parts thru the lens of DID.

lets get into it shall we

basic premise without all of my headcanons and nonsense is this: vergil has DID as a result of, yk, Childhood Trauma. 'urizen', v, griffon, shadow, and nightmare are all individual alters.

alter roles are reductionist and ignore each alters capacity for the individual, but they're helpful in terms of describibg what each alter does for the group, so i'll be using some here. i'm also going to get into origins of each alter according to me and how they work/don't work together as a person.

urizen

in my own writing i tend to split urizen further into vergil and nelo angelo, but the distinction isn't overly important. the main take away here is this is the alter who considers himself To Be Vergil. as in, this is the guy who IDs most closely with their body.

i like to further break that down and have vergil ID more closely with the way their human form looks (as much as he hates that), and nelo angelo identifying more with their demon form for elaborate worldbuildy reasons, but the takeaway is that this is the guy who looks in the mirror and goes "that's me". this is our power hungry little bastard who'd rather raise a giant demon tower or plant a huge horrible demon tree than be vulnerable. the motherfucker who would rather cleave himself into 5 than admit to being weak. this bitch. this horrible little man whom i like SOOOOO much.

once again in my writing i like to change stuff and the main thing i like to change is like after eva dies i send 8 year old vergil to hell for a decade, give or take (just for fun), and as a consequence of this and being in hell for so long both then and just in his life, he doesn't speak any human language very well. he's fluent, and he understands perfectly, his words just come out clunky and foreign

(not relevant, but i headcanon dante the same but opposite, where hes fluent in infernal but way more comfortable speaking human languages, and his infenal would come out super clunky. consequently as adults, they talk to each other in a super messed up mix of infernal and whatever human language they speak that is largely incomprehensible unless you speak both languages)

enough of my headcanons Next Alter

edit; i'm returning to this after most of my section about v; vergil considers the yamato to Be His more than it being a shared object; he feels he has some more claim to it than everyone else.

edit 2; vergil follows regular dmc lore and fully believes eva abandoned him

in terms of the DID ~*~experience~*~ v would be a common fronter if not a former host personality.

you'll have to forgive me here since i headcanon v as nonbinary so very aggressively that referring to them as "he" is physically painful. i will do this again later with shadow and nightmare. i am not sorry. v they/them.

v is the magic bitch. v's the one with the flair for demon magic. the one who at the very least came up with a lot of the weird silly tricks they all do with summoning swords and other things. they are far from the only one who uses their abilities, but they might add flourishes the others don't or experiment in ways the others aren't entirely comfortable with. like, vergil's moveset over the games stays basically the same minus a few things, but those few things, which tend to be little flourishes, would be largely stuff v came up with.

v also considers the book to be Theirs, rather than the entire system's. for more elaborate worldbuilding reasons, in my writing, v also considers nero to be Their Son rather than the whole system's son, or at least they feel they have some higher claim to him than everyone else, both of these things being a major source of strife.

as a departure from textual vergil, v has a much softer view of eva, and therefore has a much more concrete connection to their humanity than any other alter, hence v being the only human and only other proper humanoid besides urizen out of the 5 of them.

notably, when all in their body rather than cleaved in 2 by vergils special magic sword, v has bad posture. this is their main tell aside from the ease w/ which they speak human language. (sounds sort of academic and mispronounces words a lot as a result of having read but never spoken them)

griffon

now. this little bitch is my favorite and i am going to get SOOOOO into him. griffon's a protector of sorts, right, but he absolutely didn't start out that way.

according to me, he was, initially, an introject of dante. he's their brain flipping the absplute fuck out after they lost what was left of their family, and producing an internalized version of their twin to cope.

he's goofy, he deflects with humor, he bullies affectionately, these are traits he shares with dante in spades. there is definitely more, but those are the things that initially made me decide this.

as they grow up and mature and change and, y'know, find out firstly that dante is Alive, and griffon has to grapple with what is probably the worlds most fucked up identity crisis, he does very much eventually Become Griffon, as in, forms his own individual identity. why he decided to be a bird, idk, but i think that's mainly down to him just iding more as a demon and not really feeling even remotely human. identity is fluid and even more fucked up of you're a half demon with dissociative identity disorder, so we will cut him some slack.

he's primarily an emotional protector, and is and has always been primarily associated with v; v is significantly more emotionally vulnerable than vergil, who will just kill you if you inconvenience or upset him.

in their body, unless he's masking, he'd be very obvious. his posture is looser, he's more relaxed, and if i had to call any of them well adjusted, it'd be him.

shadow

shadow she/her because i fucking said so.

i don't have much to say about my friend the big kitty other than she's very much a physical protector and is extremely good at keeping her head in a tight spot. as for why she's a demonic cat that is also definitely not a cat, see griffon. same shit.

in their body, this would be her fronting in a desperate combat scenario in order to get out alive without anyone freaking out. with v while they're all separated, this manifests as her pretty much always being physical and acting as a mobility aid, since v's physically weak and genuinely just disabled.

i also think she's mostly or fully nonverbal and tends not to talk if she's stuck fronting. if she says anything, it's likely single words in human tongues or short sentences in infernal.

nightmare

nightmare is an it/its pronoun user if you ask me. i asked me.

it is also a physical protector in the same way shadow is, and is also largely nonverbal. i don't have much to say on it other than it's more inclined to look after vergil/nelo angelo than anyone else. as for the giant blob of goo features, see the other 2 non humans.

the way they interact with each other is the most interesting to me. i imagine they're aware of each other and have been at least since their time under mundus. how their internal communication skills are really depends on the day as it does for Us All, but as they get older and calmer and have space to process their trauma, they get better at it and for functional as individuals and as a single person.

your headcanon worldbuilding, since dmc doesn't have a ton to go off of, colors this as well.

example, in my writing, eva is always a witch, vergil always grows up in hell, the book of poetry is always a grimoire and i always include nelo angelo. vergil is always a trans man, and always asexual like that is just how i write him. shit like this colors everything from things about v to each of their individual relationships with nero and dante to their individual relationships with each other and etc.

as a fun little aside i'm going to talk about nelo angelo bc i like him so much i like him just a lot hes my blorbo from my dmc headcanons.

nelo angelo

when including him, i also include the tidbit that nightmare split largely because of the same trauma (mundus stuff) that causes angelo to split. angelo bears the brunt of the emotional and mental repurcussions of what happened when they were under mundus (nightmare has the memories but not the feelings; the code but not the software to run it.) consequently he's very reactive, very scared but very steely, and very dangerous. this isn't to say he's an evil alter, it's just to say that literally The Sight of dante can sometimes send him into a panic as he was conditioned to Kill Dante So Much and by god does this man have a fight response.

they all know trish because i said so, but to him, trish is *his* person, she would have been the only semi kind face he saw for *years* and i like to imagine them finding comfort and a sort of like. sibling kind of relationship in each other that is like the only good thing that happened thru the whole mundus ordeal.

however. my absolute FAVORITE things to write with angelo are about his recovery. as they get older, have their processing space, come to grips with the fact that they have family and friends who'll do anything for them, angelo gradually becomes less and less reactive and more and more the most chillest but least likely to take shit guy you've ever met. he's definitely gutted dante a few times but to be fucking frank, who hasn't, so no hard feelings there. honestly, out of all characters in DMC, i think recovery angelo becomes Thee Most emotionally stable. also i just like him so much.

there's soooo much more i could say especially wrt my trans vergil headcanon and how that relates to nero amd also to the system but u know what. we will leave it there. happy to go into that should anyone be curious but this is the most like... thought out DID vergil headcanon post ive ever made.

#vergil dmc #dmc vergil #dmc #devil may cry #dissociative identity disorder #asks #anons #headcanons #dan.txt

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undercoverxs · 2 years

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mik09to oh man, i swear, it's like you hopped out of my brain and brought out all the stuff ive been rambling and mulling over to my friend for the past week! it's so cool to see folks with similar thoughts and observations like this, from the imeeji thing to the potential of there being more than just one alter in his system! :D

mik09to also no worries at all, sorry for the confusion! you got the orekoto thing completely correct - my bad for not clarifying!

mik09to would love to know when you think his eyes feel fake, since im super curious on other takes on it 👁 im chewing on the possibility of a third too, since im conflicted between "its just mikoto and orekoto and im overthinking the duality motif" vs "the duality motif is a red herring and meant to make you think theres only 2"; lots of thoughts on this, but im definitely rambling enough as is. sorry for blowing up your notifs!

(( no I’m so happy to be indulged!! I’ve been able to talk with friends about it too, but I feel that it’s s o nice to find people outside the bubble with these thoughts!!

And man y e ah, the duality thing seems....... I don’t know how to take it. From my understandings, it seems way more common to have far more than two in a system. But from a writer’s perspective, especially with such limited screentime, I couldn’t blame them for keeping it minimal, especially if they’re trying to be true to life in other aspects. So the duality aesthetics, calling the next song “Double,” like... are you trying to mislead us or really just doing two......... Or, could... Mikoto and Orekoto be trying to get our attention off the third..?

I have.......... way too many thoughts on the possibilities with this song. I’ll go under readmore to feel a little cleaner

So, my idea of three first came from reading the song as though everyone in the system has a section to themselves. Operating on that, I wanted to separate them by music style--

First comes the heavy metal style, and we watch the murder. Keeping in mind the voice drama, and going with the idea that “Mikoto” is the murderer, this calls the desire to link this style of music to him.

But then we get this music, and we get the pleas to look at him more closely, and just... this doesn’t really match the vibe Orekoto gave off, yknow? But, maybe it’s just an act, by him or mikoto. But-- who exactly would this act be for? And how? With every other prisoner, even if they try to put on airs, it feels more like it’s because they themselves buy into those airs, at least a little. It still reflects something genuine in them. With the nature of extractions, it doesn’t seem like it should be possible, for the songs themselves to purposefully look es/the audience in the eye and say “No, no, that isn’t true.”

I've thought about the possibility that this is still Mikoto, though-- and rather than pleading to reconsider that he’s a killer, the possibility came up that he could be.. unaware that he’s part of a system? And begging “It must be a mistake, take a good look at me”, could instead be denial to that fact? Maybe, it’s on the table for me.

Bu t back to the three person theory-- uhhh I’ll refer to this one as ‘Aokoto’ :>

So. Whoever this is, we don’t get to see their eyes the first time this scene comes up, besides the first time they open them. Hard to read from that. But sort of plays into the added theory at the end of this post--

The second time it goes back to this motif-- my girlfriend jus t pointed this out like last night I love her It follows the mirror scene, and there’s...

One-- who’s in the mirror

Two-- who’s head bows

Three...?

The one in the mirror changed expressions far too quickly, and the one closer to us isn’t making that expression; if it were his reflection, his thumb should be reflected too..?

We come back to blue, and he falls back-- This look of horror feels genuine. Again, maybe it could be Mikoto, simply unaware and being confronted with his DID-- Or could be Aokoto, being confronted with everything.

As the water goes red, if we assume it’s blood/representation of the murder, then.... Well, if Mikoto killed someone, and Orekoto was cleaning up the mess, then they both would be pretty well aware, right? So what’s this expression for?

We cut to him in the bath, washing off the blood. An air around him that reads more like Orekoto to me, but I digress-- We go back to blue.

And here.

These eyes feel fake.

I don’t know what exactly it is about it-- his eyes, expression, movement, but here, all I can read as genuine about him is desperation, to sweep it all under the rug, to convince. Maybe it’s Aokoto trying to convince himself. Maybe it’s Mikoto or Orekoto trying to convince you.

Personally, I feel like it’s Mikoto now, but that’s just personal vibes. I think Mikoto puts on the act, loosely mimicking Aokoto’s sweeter presence

then drops it, issuing a sort of warning,

and Orekoto comes in at the very end, telling us that we’re done now.

Maybe. I don’t know. I wish I knew a single thing about tarot cuz that might help.

But, my friends and I have been toying with the idea that Aokoto may have split off right after the murder-- An alter that’s meant to carry no stress at all, giving the body a few moments to just relax... Maybe? but that part’s not based on anything besides. there’s probably a lot of stress wrapped up in this boy.

-- Ah, I’m also leaning toward the idea that it was Aokoto who spoke for the first part of their interrogation with Es-- There could have been an act there too of course, but at times he just sounded... too genuinely confused, scared? It makes one wonder.

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