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transrevolutions · 3 months

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french revolution dashboard simulator

🐀 ami-du-peuple Follow

uh actually man has the right to deal with his oppressors by devouring their beating hearts. hope this helps.

🎩 departicle Follow

Hold up. Okay. Actually, fuck this. This sort of violent rhetoric should not be tolerated on here. Do you seriously think this sort of thing is going to make the nobility give you more rights???? You must be out of your minds! Reported.

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

reblog to devour this guy's beating heart

#username checks out lmao #politics #everybody point and laugh #common adp w

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organt-deactivated06151792

update: new canto out now!!! go check it out 😈😏🥀 (remember don't like don't read <3)

📜 sacredhostreceipts Follow

@centuriesandskies this you?? not such a great look for a convention rep ngl

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

listen. I wrote this a long time ago, before I went into serious politics. the account is deactivated for a reason.

I was twenty. I did poorly. I can do better.

#sj.txt #if this is the worst dirt you can dig up on me #i'm way less corrupt than half the people in the convention these days #at least i'm not doing fucking. embezzlement. #also sacredhostreceipts if you're who i think you are #don't you have better things to do rn?

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🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

why the fuck is everyone tagging this with french??? political figures?

#what the hell is going on over there #also maybe cool it with the death threats #I don't want this blog to get taken down #what's a girondin #is this some joke I'm not french enough to understand #showdown update

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⛪ progressivepriest Follow

Unpopular opinion but why is everyone so up in arms about the new Civil Oath? Literally all it's asking is for you to promise not to commit treason just because the Pope tells you to? I can see where people are coming from with the whole violation-of-religion deal, but can you blame the Assembly for trying to make sure the people aren't forcibly subjugated by the wealth of the nobility?

faith-first-alwaysdeactivated03011791

Sounds like something a heretic would say. To betray the Pope and king is to betray the will of God and your eternal soul! You should pray for forgiveness and pledge loyalty to the monarchy or have fun burning in hell. Sorry not sorry.

⛪ progressivepriest Follow

L + ratio + iirc the Bible says "it is easier for a rope to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven" (Matthew 19:24)

🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

occasional based catholic moment, go off OP!

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

looked the faith-first-always guy's blog, he's like a massive anti-huguenot too 🙄 why is it always the prot-exclusive radical catholics smh

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

LMAOOOOO HE DEACTIVATED

#religion tag #percs fuck off #anyways op makes a valid point #reblog #percs dni

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🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

she committee on my safety til I can't go public

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

I don't understand the joke, can someone explain please?? 🙂 Thank you!

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

is that fucking MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE?!!?!?!?

🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

oh my god citizen robespierre I'm so sorry this was not meant to break containment lol I didn't even know you were on this site please forget you saw this

#this is the most embarassing moment of my life #literally sobbing rn #the original post is /j i prommy #i cannot be known as the citizen who had to explain this to the government

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🪓 indulgentsfuckoff Follow

fabre d'eglantine is NOT your poor little meow meow citizens he literally falsified decrees from the national convention and embezzled money to line his own pockets. I don't care how uwu babygirl you think he is he is a CRIMINAL who should be ARRESTED

💛 i-give-people-bread Follow

🥖🍞🥐

#baguette #loaf #croissant #i-give-people-bread #indulgentsfuckoff #silly

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🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

fucking fed up with the constant threat of the swiss guard, I think it's time we got some gunpowder and weapons and took things into our own hands yknow what I'm saying

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

I'm no longer joking about this btw

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

update:

hopital

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

ok bc I've gotten like 50 asks about this: I am not injured and I am not in need of medical care. the punchline was that we stormed the fucking hotel des invalides to get guns and powder. didn't want to clarify the joke before now for security reasons but everyone knows about that and the bastille thing by now. please direct your money to people who actually need it.

#shouldve clarified the last post was /j #however I assumed yall knew this joke already #anyways #revolution #personal #500 #1k

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🌾 nopain-nograin Follow

got so high at the festivial 2day i thnk i saw hte suapreme being

#robespiere speech was prboably 🔥 #unforntuately i camt rember any of it #grainposting #oipum ehre is somtehing else thes days #memes

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🎨 jldavid-real-moved Follow

incredible speech from @springtimeofgovernment today at the jacobin club. nobody should be permitted to use their positions as civic leaders to commit crimes against the people, even under the guise of revolutionary fervor. if it comes to it, I too will drink the hemlock with him. for france. 🤝🤝

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

Thanks for your support, @jldavid-real

The situation over here is deteriorating really quickly, the representatives are getting violent and abandoning due process entirely. Anything you can do to stand with us now would be very appreciated. You do a lot of great work for the revolution, and I trust you completely.

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

@jldavid-real are you still there? We could really use your help right now.

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

boosting @springtimeofgovernment here, can confirm he's been injured in a skirmish at the hotel de ville, they're passing summary death sentences without trial, @jldavid-real where is the help you promised us??? the people of paris are our only hope now.

edit: of course he moved blogs. coward.

#sj.txt #disappointed yet unsurprised #marat would be ashamed of you #9 thermidor #update

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🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

DNI if you support any of these groups/people or their actions: m0narchists, f3uillants, br1ssotins/g1rondins, th3rmidorians, b0napart1sts, h3nri du v3rgier (also goes by c0mte de r0chjacquelin), charl0tte c0rday, or lafay3tte

(h3bertists and dant0nists you're on thin ice. behave.)

#censored so they dont show up in the tags #dni #get your nasty ass ideologies off my page #won't hesitate to block and/or report any violators #pinned

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gracchus-babeufdeactivated05271797

reblog to make the directoire choke to death on their stupid fucking outfits

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

hey staff. yeah you. where did this blog go?? notfishgoujon and prairial-95 are gone as well?? cowards too afraid to show your faces lmao especially after the fucking mess the directoire's made of the country. bet you anything that staff are on their fucking payroll too iykwim at least the republic didn't tolerate fucking bribery

#this site's gone to the dogs since thermidor yr 2 #following the trend of the rest of the country tbh #i'll probably get nuked for posting this #if so i'm not making a new account #i'll just make a paleocities or smth #politics tag #reblog #don't play with me ik full well gb didn't delete his blog of his own free will #they also zero note glitched it #just when you think they can't stoop lower

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📕 spectrehauntingeurope Follow

it's been 50 fucking years since gracchus-babeuf (and the other CoE blogs) were deleted without warning and still no response from staff, the govt, or anything. the site's gone through a fuckton of ownership changes and still nothing.

we're working on a bit of a project (some of you might know abt it already), it's gonna be out prob in the next year or so. remember '89. remember '93 and '94. remember '97.

the people will rise again. it's only a matter of time. 🚩

-mod karl

#french revolution #pigeon.txt #shitpost #frev #frevblr #robespierre #saint just #marat #oof this was. a project.#dashboard simulator #funny #meme #unreality #just to be safe

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 11 months

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Let Me Take Care of You

Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader

Summary: I couldn't stop thinking about how that man needed someone to take care of him after such a long day. And I know how much he cares about his fans. He was so kind but toward the end, everybody was rushed, and I have no doubt he wished he could have taken more time. So, fic idea popped into my head because...yeah, he looked so damn good on Sunday. You're dating Joe and after the chaos of the day, you just want to help your man.

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The hotel room door opened and in came Joe, looking absolutely drained and exhausted. It had been a whirlwind of a weekend. The U.S. Embassy had misplaced his passport and he almost missed the con in Philly, disappointing thousands of fans. At the last minute, everything worked out, but he’d had to cram three days worth of autographs and photo ops into one day, showing up early and staying late. You’d offered to tag along but he’d insisted on you relaxing as you’d had a late flight the night before and he had his friend, Ollo, there to be by his side throughout the day. Joe was also nervous how his fans might treat you if they found out he was seeing someone. The two of you had kept it under wraps the last few months when you’d seen how some of the fandom had treated Grace. It was awful that someone so sweet had to deal with that kind of toxicity.

You knew Ollo would take care of Joe, making sure he hydrated, got something to eat, and at least got a couple of smoke breaks to keep his nerves steady. But that didn’t stop you from worrying all day. You’d been checking your phone, seeing all the photos people were posting. It hadn’t gone without notice that as the day wore on, Joe’s smile wasn’t quite as wide, those eyes weren’t quite as soft as usual.

You set your phone down, sitting up as he let out a large sigh, dropping onto the edge of the bed in front of you. You gripped the leather jacket in your hands, sliding it down his arms and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. Using your fingers, you kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders, relishing the pleased groan he released. Your fingers continued, moving along his back and you rested your chin gently on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Joe’s hand came to cradle your cheek, his thumb running over your jaw.

“Long day, baby?” you asked.

“The longest,” he answered. “We managed to get everyone done but as the day wore on, they were making me rush. I felt so bad because I couldn’t chat with people or do the poses they wanted. They were telling people no hugs. I feel like they left disappointed.”

“Oh Joe, no,” you assured him, your thumb pressing into a tight knot you felt in his low back. “Your fans understand. I saw so many of the posts today and they were so grateful they had the chance to see you, that you managed to make it even if it was for one day. They understood. None of this was your fault. It sucks that you had to rush people but if you didn’t, everyone might not have gotten their chance to see you.”

“I know, darling. I just hate feeling like I didn’t give them a great experience. And it was such a long day…”

“Did you get a lunch break?”

“Yes, I did,” Joe chuckled, tilting his head, resting it against yours. “I ate, love, no worries. Ollo kept checking in on how much water I was drinking. I got three smoke breaks. It was just a lot. The panel actually felt like a break. I got to sit on a couch and have a good chat. They asked about the Kas theory again.”

You laughed, “Of course they did. Your fans want you back for season five badly. I’m sorry it was such a long day. I know this isn’t how you wanted it, but I am glad Ollo took care of you. Him and I would be having words if not.”

“I have no doubt, my sweet girl. Everyone took very good care of me today.”

“Mmm…well, maybe, but I haven’t had my turn.”

“You’re taking care of me right now,” Joe insisted. “Thank you for the back rub. Standing on that concrete was killer by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I think I can do more than that. My poor boy needs to relax,” you crooned, winding your arms around him, pulling him until he was lying back on the bed. You straddled him, your knees cradling his thighs. “Let me help you relax.”

Joe’s eyebrows raised, a smirk appearing on those sweet, full lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, bringing your lips to his.

His arms locked around you, crushing your body against his. Your tongue slid along his bottom lip and he caught it with his lips, gently sucking before slipping his tongue along yours, eliciting a gentle moan. You rocked your hips, rubbing your core along his length, your tongue exploring his mouth, loving the sounds of pleasure that rumbled up from his chest.

“Let’s lose this shirt,” you whispered, sitting up and pulling the plain black tee over his head, tossing it across the room.

“And what about your shirt?”

“This isn’t about me right now,” you grinned, your lips tracing the line of his jaw, down the side of his neck. Jesus, he smelled like heaven. “I'm taking care of you, remember?” Your lips continued their path, over his collarbone, nipping gently, his hips thrusting up into yours, creating delicious friction against your already pulsing center.

“Seeing your tits would take care of me. Nothing makes me happier than your jubblies smothering my face.”

“Uh-uh…not yet, my beautiful boy. You just lay back and relax. Let me do all the work tonight.”

You placed open mouthed kisses over his chest, teeth grazing over his nipples. His hand cradled the back of your neck, a low growl falling from his lips. As your tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other, your fingers worked his belt and then the button on his jeans. You continued to slide down his body, placing your feet on the floor. Your tongue followed a path over his abdomen, following the trail of coarse hairs that led right where you intended to go as you gripped his jeans and boxers at the same time, dragging them down his legs and over his feet until he was completely bare to you, his cock standing at attention, pre-cum glistening along the tip.

Kneeling down in between his legs, you gently raked your nails over his thighs and his hips rolled towards you in response, his body letting you know exactly what he needed. Your tongue darted out, capturing the salty release that had already collected.

“Fuck, darling…” he hissed. “Don’t tease. Please.”

“No worries, baby. I am going to help ease all your stress.”

You wrapped your lips around him, working his length, taking as much of him as your throat would allow. He grunted deeply, one hand tangling in your hair as he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of his cock scratching the back of your throat. Wrapping your hand around the base, you moved along him, using your mouth and hand, pleasure shooting to your core as you listened to this beautiful man coming undone because of what you were doing to him.

Sometimes you pinched yourself because you could not believe he was all yours. But here he was, completely at your mercy, groaning, gasping, writhing, and you were the cause of it. You were the one who could help him, who could ease his stress, who could make him feel good. It was a goddamn high.

“Bloody hell…so sodding good…don’t stop, love…just like that…” he panted.

Your other came up to cradle his balls, rolling them along your palm like a pair of dice. Joe growled low, the hand in your hair tightening, pulling, his other hand slamming down against the mattress. Your tongue ran along each side of his cock before taking him fully in your mouth again as you tugged down gently on his balls, squeezing them gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Fuck!” Joe shrieked, bucking up into your mouth as he held your face tightly against him, his release flooding your mouth. His entire body shook beneath you as he went rigid, helpless grunts and moans rolling out of him.

As he relaxed, you carefully released him from your mouth, swallowing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Standing, you smiled down at him, holding his eyes with yours as you slowly removed your shirt, followed by your shorts and panties until you were naked in front of him. Joe’s eyes traveled the length of you, devouring you with his gaze, sending a shock of desire straight to your center, pulsing with need.

You crawled over the top of his body and his hands immediately fell upon you, roaming over your sides, your hips, the curves of your breasts. He grabbed your hips, sliding you up his body until your breasts were directly over his face and then he buried himself between them, deeply moaning, his hands pressing them together against his face.

“Fuck, I love these tits,” he sighed, his mouth exploring every inch, tongue and teeth teasing your nipples into hard little buds.

“Joe,” you breathed, sliding your wetness over his cock until it was hard, ready to go once again. The feel of his erection pressing against your clit had you whimpering, eager for him to fill you.

His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb moving over your clit and you gasped, back arching as you pressed your hands against his chest, sitting up. Joe started with slow circles, moving faster and faster until you were gasping for breath.

“So wet already, darling and I barely did anything for you.”

“Taking care of you works me up,” you breathed, struggling to speak against the intense pleasure coursing through your body as his circles grew smaller, focusing right on your pleasure button. “The way you sound…knowing I can do that…it’s so damn hot. Fuck, I need your cock.”

Reaching between you, you grabbed his cock, lowering yourself onto him slowly until your pelvises were flush together. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you began to slowly rotate your hips in a circle, his cock hitting all the right places that had your stomach tensing, already so close as his thumb continued working magic on you.

“Shit, darling…that’s so good,” Joe praised. “I love watching you ride me.” His free hand caressed your face, thumb running over your lower lip and you caught it between your lips, sucking it into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You sighed, releasing his thumb as you rocked back and forth, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as you picked up the pace. Joe’s chest rose and fell heavily as he quickly raced toward another climax, his cock twitching within you as you rolled over him. His thumb began moving back and forth, faster over your clit, and you knew he was determined to get you to cum before he did.

“Come on, my beautiful girl,” he urged, one hand now gripping your hip as he moved with you. “Cum for me, darling. Let me see how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”

“Joe…I…fuck!” you cried, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as you shuddered on him, your climax crashing over you.

“That’s it…yes, love,” he grunted, gripping both of your hips, thrusting up into you hard, taking over as you lost all control, moaning his name over and over. Joe’s fingertips dug into your flesh as he held you against him, filling you with his release. “Jesus Christ, darling…” He sighed, falling back on the bed.

You fell forward onto his chest, nuzzling his neck, “Do you feel more relaxed, beautiful boy?”

“So relaxed,” he murmured sleepily. “Fuck, you took everything out of me, love.” His arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your forehead. “I am going to sleep like a goddamn baby.”

“Good,” you replied, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll clean us up and tuck you all in.”

You went into the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth that you used to clean the two of you. Joe laid still, eyes closed, breathing deep as you gently wiped him. You tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom and then had to work to get him turned in the bed the right way as he was not much help. Your poor boy was so damn tired.

Laying down next to him, you pulled the blanket over both of you and he whimpered softly in his sleepy state, hands reaching out for you. Joe was a cuddler, always the big spoon. Smiling, you slid toward him with your back to him, those strong arms encasing you, pressing you against his chest, wrapping himself around your body. You sighed happily, burrowing into his arms, inhaling the soothing scent of your favorite person on this planet.

“I love you,” you whispered. “Good night.”

“Mmm…love you…” he mumbled. “Night love.”

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x you

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andraxicated · 2 years

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you are in love

Pairings: rindou x f! reader

Request: Hiiii, good night!!! I was wondering if I can request a fic of rindou having a cute romance with reader, could it be rin in the kantou manji phase??!! And it would be amazing if he calls reader doll 😭😭 Thx have a nice day or night <3 xoxo

Synopsis: In the aftermath of the battle in Roponggi, Rindou is captivated by one of the onlookers yet circumstances pull them apart. Years later, he meets her in the same building and experience what people go through when they're in love.

Tags: fluff | slight angst for the climax

a/n: I caught up with the manga for you anon <3 | also the haitani brothers name in the kanto manji is so funny. like what are you special ops gangsters? everybody dramatic asf | longest thing I've ever wrote, taylor swift's inspiration magic is incredible. | I don't read my fics in fear. I'll judge this tmrw.

wc: 3807 words

In a secret alleyway filled with bright lights; amidst countless hollers, a man beaten to a pulp twitches on the ground. His face was barely recognizable and he gave one last sign of life before he forever closes his eyes. 'Fuck' The Haitani brothers look at each other with exasperation until the dangerous siren of the police wangs through the air.

The cheering crowd immediately disperses, each to their escape. Rindou looks at every one of them in the face. Funny how all of those enthusiastic about their victory now have their backs turned to them. Leaving the brothers they revere standing alone covered in sweat and dirt. But the brothers were used to it, there's nothing constant in life except fighting and fighting to their deaths.

Scared, thrilled, high, chill— expressions of the people who ran to escape the incoming police. One person stumbled on uneven ground and Rindou chuckled, amused. No doubt they'll be seeing that loser soon by the speed of his walk. His sadistic smile spreads across his face, taking one last glance at this secret area in Roppongi. Until his gaze stops on a young girl with eyes blown wide, a handbag clutched tightly, a sequined dress clinging to her body.

'She looks totally out of place' Rindou thinks to himself before glancing at the man behind you pulling your frozen stature. You must've been shocked to see someone suffer such a brutal death.

The police shout with their batons and guns, asking the brothers to surrender. 'Run away now doll' He wishes for you to get away safely and never to come across his world ever again. As he watches your sparkly dress getting smaller, Rindou subtly flashes you a grin. One that strongly strums against your chest before you turn your back on the incident, running away in the dirty alleyway.

If there was anything constant in Rindou's life, it would be the countless gangs and schemes he participates in. One after the other. Lose? Move on to the stronger gang. Win? Be part of the higher power. It was all they could do to survive and live. It was all Rindou loved.

Except for the pulling moment between the runaway girl and him, literally years ago. Who knows if she's still alive? Anyways he can't stop thinking about it for some unknown reason, spacing out suddenly that his brother slaps the back of his neck. Rindou clutches his nape with angry brows while Ran smirks at him, effectively reading his brother's mind.

"What? Still hung up on that mystery girl?" Rindou scoffs and shoves Ran playfully. "No way" He quickly denies and his brother chooses not to delve in further. "Just pick our house so we have a place to live. Quit thinking about it she's not coming back." Ran shoves a brochure into his brother's arms, walking away with hands in pockets as Rindou stares down at the image of a luxurious building in his hands.

Why is it that every time you say something whether good or bad, the universe jinxes it and gives you the opposite. Or was he just really lucky.

Lucky enough to see the girl he sees in his dreams. White plastics of grocery in your hands, obviously heavy, and the fear of it ripping weighing on your heart as you pray not to embarrass yourself in front of such attractive men. Both smile at you as you press your floor number on the elevator and settle in the awkwardness of the space.

Unbeknownst to you, something childish is happening behind your back. Rindou brushes his fingers with his brother to catch his attention, Ran raising an eyebrow at the action. "What?" He mouths toward this weird brother of his, and Rindou slightly jerks his head towards your smaller frame in front of them. In confusion, Ran cocks his head to the side, racking his brain for whatever his brother wants to do to this poor woman.

After a minute of thinking, he finally got what his brother wanted to do. Ran clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak "Hi-" but he only manages to croak before the elevator cuts him off with a ding.

You go out of the elevator then the brothers look at each other. Rindou's done face is proof that he has enough of relying on his brother. No words coming out of their mouth, just eyes that battle and insult the other. But the clang and scream break him out of his telepathic war as Ran pushes him out of the elevator and waves goodbye.

Rindou then averts his gaze to your crouching figure and notices that the plastic has ripped with your groceries spilled on the floor. Your worried face about to cry was cute, he had to bite his lip and recompose himself.

"Need help?"

Your head turns to see the guy with glasses waiting for your permission, and so you nod your head timidly. 'He's cute' but there's no time to flirt when your poor vegetables are beaten up!

"Thank you for helping back there." You thank him with a sweet smile, your frame lingering at the entrance of your door, and Rindou can't help but be entranced by such sincerity radiating. "No problem, I'll go now." He could've said that and went on his way. But no.

"You-" "Do you want to have tea inside?"

The door widens enough for him to see the living room and the city view. Rindou looks down on you and nods, mimicking the sweet smile you portray flawlessly. He was supposed to say "You owe me", for such a small thing, yes but he has to get what he can get. and you beat him to it.

He ended up having lunch in your place that day, ignoring his brother's 'are you fucking her???' message. He turns the screen of his phone down on the table, standing up to help you bring food and side dishes to the table. That little detail he did didn't pass your gaze, you saw it at the corner of your eye, and it made your heart flutter. So much that you were hoping for more encounters with this guest of yours.

Rindou doesn't know if he should bring up that he saw you years ago, it may have been not a good memory for you. He saw terror in your eyes if he were to reveal that to you...would you still want him? Maybe it's a secret he'll take to the grave as he doesn't want to lose whatever this is.

"I-I was just so stressed today and needed a drive or something. You know, some nights you just don't want to sleep and stay awake. But unfortunately, I have work tomorrow which I can't..."

Rindou could listen to you blabber about your day and he wouldn't complain. He drives your car seeing you're too fatigued to maneuver the wheel and your face visibly lit up. One week has passed and both of you are taking baby steps in your relationship. Just a neighbor-neighbor friendship who sends coy smiles toward each other and goes for coffee at midnight.

Whatever you say isn't the type to go in of his ear and out to the other. It stays in his mind as he lovingly looks at you instead of the city lights below. "Do you want mine?" Rindou offers his cup when he sees yours about to be empty, you politely shook your head and he nods in return, sipping the relief of warm coffee.

No topic to talk about and it becomes unbearably quiet for the both of you. The words are at the tip of your tongue yet you hesitate in fear of them being uninteresting. Thankfully, RIndou is quick to feel and says something to break the silence. One that touches the topic he desires to relieve.

"Your necklace looks pretty" He says when the silver glimmer caught his eye. You touch the chain with a smile and remember where you bought it. A moment of hesitation went through you but you brush it off. "I bought it in Roppongi years ago, thought it was pretty. It miraculously hasn't faded."

'Roppongi? perhaps—' He won't allow himself to ruin such a good night. He already swore not to bring it up but he can't help but want to show you a connection before. Yet to maintain this steady relationship he has to keep his mouth shut.

"It's either real or you took good care of it" He replies to which you chuckle as silence ensues once more. Not knowing what to say, his gaze diverts to the sky above. "Look up" and you follow him to see the blinking airplane amidst the night sky. You wonder where it's going. It's nothing special to see airplanes but it's oddly fascinating to see it fly.

"Hey" "mhm?" A flush appears on Rindou's cheeks when you suddenly turn and brush against his shoulder. He's acting like a teenage girl with a crush! He attempts to open his mouth but nothing comes out and he just groans defeatedly. He has his head lowered down while you laugh at his embarrassment, removing your hands on the rails, you bend down to peek at him. You could feel it. He could feel it.

'This is so cringe but...'

"Stop being pretty...you're too much."

Mumbled words but you heard enough for your heart to pound. Rindou Haitani doesn't know how to express his feelings, but you already know what he means. It was enough and it felt enough.

To say your relationship is progressing smoothly is an understatement, it's progressing like magic as if heaven blessed you with such a nice guy. Still, in the corner of your mind, there are doubts deep-rooted from troubling pasts. So many what if's brought by anxiety but for once, you let go.

"Try not to burn down my apartment please" You chuckle, taking over the pan because this man is helpless. Rindou scratches the back of his neck and stands back to watch your body dressed in his shirt. Just thinking of last night makes him want to jump you again but you're probably going to get angry. Worse, he's gonna suffer without a week of touch.

As you eat breakfast with Rindou (it was his first breakfast made with love), he decides to cut the conversation with his announcement of absence. He puts down his spoon and says he'll be gone for a few days because of matters with his boss. It's a half-lie but Rindou really can't say what's happening in the gang, nor does he want you to know. You don't know his job so you decided not to pry, afraid that he's going to be turned off by such questions.

"Bye, thanks for the breakfast." He smooches your forehead while cupping your cheeks to give you a proper farewell before he goes missing in action. You muster every happiness inside you and beam at him to show you're okay, and Rindou softens at the sight before stealing another kiss on your lips.

When you close the door and it clicks, you stare at the wood and drift off to your clouded mind. 'Was...was he running away because he got what he wanted?' You can't help but think that as you try to stop yourself from running after him. Yet you choose and will always choose to trust Rindou, it's the only thing you can do after all.

He never gave the exact date of when he will come back because he just made a promise. And you're now starting to think that that promise is absolute bullshit.

It's raining hard outside the supermarket and you thankfully have an umbrella, yet the two bags of groceries are unbelievably heavy for you. You can't just ask someone to bring you home, they could be a serial killer for all you know. Just when you pull out your phone to call the concierge, a figure rudely blocks the light in front of you.

"Who's this pretty little doll?"

And there he is, Rindou Haitani smirking at your stricken face as you cancel the call. He wordlessly grabs both bags at your hand while clasping your warm palm in his.

"I know you're angry at me but please include me in the umbrella." He pouts to beg for your forgiveness and you hold the umbrella high enough to cover you both. You start to walk to the building but you still haven't processed what happened. He suddenly appeared in front of you as if a manifestation happened.

"Where were you?" Rindou glances at your worried face before answering "Just some places. My boss is...fired but thankfully someone picked us lowly employees up." His attempt to cover the truth with normality is ridiculous. He wishes he could just tell you but there's a bugging feeling that you'll run away. And Rindou is scared.

"Oh, thank god you're not jobless" You whisper, and you both laugh at your remark. You could finally laugh carelessly because he's here. Rindou kept his word and you couldn't be more at peace. You want to thank him for coming home. And so you tug on his sleeve to make him look at you, then you do what he does.

You steal a kiss to see him flustered, pulling away with a smug face saying that 'I caught you'. But Rindou doesn't like to lose, not even to you and your little games. "Look there" His head motions to the side and your idiotic self falls into his trap.

Rindou grips your chin to make you face him once again and smashes his lips hungrily to yours. Lightly tasting what he missed these last few weeks, his lip curls between kisses as the familiar fruit chapstick enters his tongue.

"You taste good. As always." He teases as he pulls away with an obscene pop to see your feathers ruffled.

On nights when Rindou pretends everything's okay, he sometimes finds himself opening his mouth to bring 'it' up. But seeing your happiness as you bring him the baked casserole you've successfully made, he chooses to keep quiet. Disturbing these moments of love between the two of you is what he fears the most.

The look on your face as the guy pulls you away will always remain in his mind. It was a face of pure horror. He wonders what you will do if you found out. This was what was constantly bugging his mind. However, you can't hide secrets for long. Try all you can to bury it but fate will always weave it back to the surface.

"My gosh! Delinquents are so scary!" Your friend exclaims in fear as you listen attentively to the radio while eating. "Didn't you run into them years ago? I remember that you were shaking when you came back with your ex."

Bright lights flash into your mind along with the rusty smell of blood, compelling you to drop your chopsticks and give a forced smile. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Tokyo has been plagued with these unruly delinquents for a while but this, has been on an unpreceded scale! The police soon arrived at the scene and managed to catch 91 people while they are still tracking down the remaining members of these gangs. One reported dead—"

Your finger found itself pressing to turn off the radio, and your friend proceeded to look at you as if possessed. "I don't want to hear such news while eating." You reason out and she nods, changing the topic to a lighter one.

You couldn't remember what you talked about, you didn't even listen to her and so you felt bad. "I have to make it up to her~" You groan while opening the apartment door and throwing your back to the couch. A motion of taking off your coat—*bam*—and you're putting it back on in nervousness. Despite your nervous heart and clammy hands, you take out your phone to ready a call to the police. Just as you were slowly walking towards the exit, your boyfriend comes out of the kitchen, making you sigh in relief.

"Rindou stop scaring me~" You whine with a pouty face as you stomp nearer, getting ready to scold him. But you weren't ready for the surprise of seeing his bloody face.—no, this face. It's that face.

Your arms went numb, your chest tighter, and your feet were frozen to the ground. The exact same feeling you felt when you saw something you're not supposed to. Your eyes scan every inch of his face, checking to see if it's really your boyfriend or some imposter. But every glance, every movement of your eye has you sinking into fear and desperation.

He's just staring at you as you attempt to speak, but you can't. Not when he's standing in front of you like he murdered someone. "Need a breather?" Rindou casually says like he's bathing in blood and bruises every day. You might be confused as to why he's acting like this, but for Rindou? It's the end of the world for him. 'Everything will be gone starting tomorrow' He wants to die.

"What happened?" It hurts him so much to see your voice cracking smaller and smaller. You're scared of him and it hurts so much to know the one he loves is scared because of him. He could only give you a bitter smile while biting his lip. "Got into a fight. I used your first aid kit if you don't mind. Can't really go to a hospital y'know." No point lying about it now, he hopes you get what he says.

"You're...that guy aren't you?"

Finally, you know. The cat's out of the bag. The torturing secret is gone. "Roppongi guy? Yeah." Rindou scans your sullen face and proceeds to explain to get this over with. He just wants to clear things out before he goes for good. Your life would be so much better without a thorn by your side. "You're that doll in the gold dress aren't you? I remember that pretty face after all these years."

A long staggered breath comes out of you as you nod in confirmation. Lips curled to fight the urge to cry. Suddenly, Rindou takes a step of faith closer to you. He doesn't know why he's doing something that'll hurt him but he just wants to touch you one last time. He's waiting for you to flinch, waiting for you to swat his extended hand; yet his mind chants 'please don't flinch. please don't go away'.

"Were you in the fight on the radio? I heard it." You incoherently sob louder when you feel the warmth of his palm on your cheek. Rindou nods with a solemn expression, then you close your eyes to think of what to do. Mixed emotions course through you along with the uncertainty of your relationship. This was too much for the once lovely time you had with each other; he's deciding it would be best to cut to the chase.

Rindou would not go. Not unless you tell him to. Because after he met you, he hangs onto your every word and wishes for what you want. Even though it hurts, he has to suck it up like the punches thrown his way. The matters of the heart are truly more complicated.

"Do you want me to go?" "..." you don't and can't speak.

"I'll take that as a yes if it's so hard to say." His heavy palm moves to touch your head with a light pat. Rindou would not go. Not unless you tell him to, but he senses easily, especially to you. "Take care" He releases another bitter smile before walking past you. Rindou doesn't wish for meeting under different circumstances but he wishes for a different life. It would've been easy if—

"Stay"

One word is all it takes for Rindou to stop in his tracks. One word and a flicker of hope burn inside his heart.

"Go wash up and stay." You turn to grab the sleeve of his jacket, a light touch that'll go if he moves. "I don't want you to go. Please stay by my side as we go through this. I'm sure we'll figure it out, I-I'm just shocked but please stay."

That slight flicker burns into bright flames as he pulls you towards his chest. Tears stream down his face for the first time in years and it's because of happiness. Who should he thank for giving him this chance? Who should he thank for having such an understanding girlfriend? Rindou doesn't know so he just sends his utmost gratitude to the world and to you.

It's way past midnight and the sun will rise in a few hours. Rindou wakes up next to you after sleeping for two hours. The day before was physically and emotionally exhausting, but to realize that he woke up next to you is an everyday miracle. He'll make this work. It has to because he won't take no for an answer. Rindou will make fate bow down to him, no matter the course of life; you asked him to stay by your side and so he will.

"I love you" He whispers before trying to doze off with you.

If one were to come inside a Bonten executive's office, you'd thought there would be creepy and expensive objects littered on their desks and walls. For most of them, it's true, but Rindou Haitani is an executive and a husband.

Enter his office and the first thing to catch your eye is the large wedding photo of him and his wife. Both smiled so happy as if they'd won the life lottery, for sure anyone would smile or cringe when they see it. (depending on the person)

His desk is filled with pictures of you in frames, every photo of you looking so beautiful despite your protests. "You undermine yourself too much. Have I shown you not enough love?" That was what Rindou said when you almost threw your 'ugly' photos away.

And the man who owns this office is looking out the window, phone against his ear, and a tender smile on his face. A side privy to himself, to you, and to your future child.

"Okay okay, I'll get that. Craving anything else?" "I don't know" You reply and Rindou sighs, but he makes sure to get the phone away, or else you'll fuss about him sighing.

"Don't push yourself too much alright?" "Mhm. Just hurry up and finish early. Your child is calling for you inside my tummy........and I love you"

He chuckles before replying back, happiness deeply swelling inside his heart.

"I love you too. I'll come home soon."

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aestariiwilderness · 1 month

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Bad Batch Season 3, Episode I Don't Even Know And Honestly Will Not Be Keeping Track * SPOILERS * (solely because Mina Nunyabiz *REAL NAME REDACTED* has gone on so many diatribes about this inexcusable social faux pas on Tumblr known as failing to accurately and comprehensively tag your posts for pieces of media which some people haven't gotten to watching yet and this means that if they wish to be on Tumblr without getting unwanted foreknowledge they have to undergo some vast and imprecise tribulation known as filtering by tag)

I have come to two, nay, three, EIGHT whole conclusions: a. Tech hacked the Star Wars Internet. b. Tech was the Star Wars Internet. c. Pabu does not have Star Wars Internet. d. The Batch cannot function without their Internet. e. The Batch has lost its sole functioning strategic brain cell. Hemlock caught it when Tech fell. The muscle and the face are kind of just winging it now; the auxiliary brain cell said "haha see you later, losers, I need to be Rex's chauffeur"; and the attitude's first and only plan is, as always, just "KILL". f. These men are adorable and also utter morons. g. Crosshair has no experience with women. Ever. He doesn't even know how to talk to them. They're a different species to him even when they aren't literally a different species. His two methods of social interaction just recently expanded to three (murder, snark, and now mother hen) and still none of them have anything to do with proper behavior towards adult females. Let alone one who doesn't share his genes. You can tell by the way he wildly swung from default "PICK FIGHT/KILL" to "offer genteel non-sarcastic hand up to my ship without sarcasm after you almost got my Stockholm syndroming sister killed by a giant turtle because if I can't kill you I literally am at a loss for how to behave towards you". h. Tech was the only member of the squad who ever bothered to get a newspaper and check to see who they were actually fighting.

Omega IS unsettling. Well noticed Venti

Hunter, continuing to be the king of asking the specific follow-up questions that the audience feels is relevant and the askee absolutely cannot answer without losing their mysterious vibes (see: season 1 finale -- "WHEN did you have your chip removed, exactly" "Does it matter?" "YES")

Hunter, continuing to be the king of not getting an answer to his very reasonable specific follow-up question

For special ops commandos in a war they were literally created to fight, these guys do not seem to have much of a concept of "stranger danger"

"ASKING FOR A FRIEND" omigosh Omega. I have never been so ashamed of you. The big fascist experiment-happy regime is after you. WHY CAN YOU STILL NOT LIE

Why is Omega just. In charge now

And still the most unbelievable thing about this episode was like half a minute in with Crosshair willingly helping a random Pabuan AND not mercing them when they dared to smile, thank him, and use his name

HOWEVER MANY EPISODES IN AND WE JUST GOT TO THE ANSWER THAT EVERYBODY ALREADY KNEW ABOUT M-COUNTS

WAY TOO MANY EPISODES IN AND WE STILL DIDN'T GET A STRAIGHT-UP ANSWER ABOUT OMEGA'S

Qui-gon had a blood test! With a little litmus stick and everything! The crazy weed-addicted space monk had a scientific stick he jabbed baby Anakin with and HEY PRESTO M-COUNT SPREADSHEET. WHERE IS THAT HANDY BIT OF TECHNOLOGY HUH

#bad batch season 3 #star wars #the bad batch #funny #tbb season 3 spoilers #spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers

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aikofanfan · 2 years

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I don’t know what to call this it’s just MC being protective and feral pt 2

A/N: Do the bros really need protection? No probably not. Do I care? Also no. I write MC op as hell so therefore they can and will deck a demon in the jaw if one messes with their guys.

Warnings and more notes: MC gets called “sir” in Asmo’s part but it’s gn so bloop. Some blood mention in Belphie’s part.

Part 1!

Side Characters!

Barbatos!

Luke!

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Asmodeus

WHAM!

“MC!”

“What?”

Asmo isn’t sure if he should be mad or impressed or possibly turned out. Maybe all three just to be safe.

You had tagged along with Asmo to shop and some rich lookin snob of a demon was flirting Asmo up, offering him this modeling job or some crap. Normally you’d let it slide. He’s a popular guy but the more this jerk spoke the more your blood boiled and well here you are.

You punched the guy in the gut and he’s curled up on the ground.

“Hand must’ve slipped. My fault.” You sigh and help him up. But keep a grip on his arm for a moment. “Be grateful you piece of shit. If I hear you make one more comment about him being a walking fuck toy I’ll rip your tongue out. Ya hear me?”

“Yes sir!” He nods and you let him go. He quickly gives Asmo his number and runs away.

“Honestly MC. This is nothing new to me. I am the avatar of lust.” Asmo sighs dramatically.

“You are more than some title, Asmo!” You hiss. “You maybe the personification of the sin but there’s more to you than just that!”

You pick up a bag you had dropped and wrap your free arm around him, give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Devildom can freeze over before I let people treat you like some toy.” You mumble to him.

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Beelzebub

Beel is a big guy. No duh. But unless given a reason he doesn’t really say or do much. Well unless he’s hungry. Duh.

Which makes you jump to defend him much more. Like right now.

Even in the Devildom there’s always those group of girls that gotta have a comment on everybody.

“Careful there, hot stuff. I’d hate for all that food to effect your looks!” One demon girl laughs.

“I work out. So I’m not worried.” Beel states.

“But how can you keep a routine with all this food you eat????”

“Well I-”

“Not to mention all the sweets!”

“I-”

“All this junk food is going to catch up to you, you know.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”

You appear behind Beel in a flash when these group of girls crowd around him in the cafeteria. They flinch and step back, recognizing very quickly who you are by the wrathful green glow of your eyes.

“Mind your damn business before I send you back to the plastic surgeon where your faces came from!” You growl, cracking your knuckles to make a point. They freak out and run away without a fight thankfully. You watch them go before checking on Beel.

“You okay?” You ask, sitting beside him. “If they hurt your feelings-!”

“I’m fine, MC.” He smiled. “Don’t go getting into a fight because of me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You grin.

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Belphegor

Unlike the other six. Belphie will actually come to you when someone makes a mean comment about him. Then greatly enjoy the show when you track them down.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?!” Luke gawks as he and Belphie watch you fight a demon in the RAD hallways.

“Mmm in a second.” Belphie yawns but the younger Angel saw the amusement in his eyes. When the avatar of sloth sees blood is when he wakes up more and pulls you off the other student. Who’s blood? Not sure. The other student just laid there, not passed out or anything more shocked that he got his ass kicked by a human it seemed.

“Okay MC, that’s enough.” Belphie hums. You stop growling and calm down, spitting blood out of your mouth and fix your uniform when he lets you go.

“You’re the one who told me about it.” You huff.

“Yeah but I’d never hear the end of it if you got seriously hurt because I like watching you get angry.” Belphie shrugs then realized what he just said.

“You what?” You ask with a smirk. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

#nerd speaks #nerd of the blog #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #asmodeus x mc #beelzebub x mc #belphegor x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me hcs #obey me drabble #obey me x gn!mc

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red-hot-kick · 7 months

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I don't really know how to articulate this in a way that won't make someone somewhere very upset so I'm just going to go about this in the way I normally would: as Directly as possible.

I have to set some boundaries when it comes to my art.

For everyone with busy lives, here's the short version: If you believe, in any capacity, that you literally are any of the characters I frequently draw, and/or if you know yourself to be prone to taking fanworks a little too personally (meaning: to the point of causing considerable distress when a work is not compliant with your perceptions), please either keep it to yourself or block me. I mean that.

...Everybody else, strap in for the long version:

I don't know what any of you mean anymore when you say you "kin" a character. Not long ago, if you used the word "kinning" on the internet (ie. elfinkin(d), otherkin, fictionkin, etc.) you were most likely (with a few exceptions) talking about a very specific experience. I'm talking "compulsively eating your mother's jewelry because you're a dragonkin, and dragons hoard and eat rare gems, obviously" type stuff. Not "closet-cosplaying to school as your favorite anime character because you really really relate to/admire them". Those are fundamentally two different things. So why are we using the same term for them?

(...It was a huge mistake to come up with the word "kinnie" as a cutesy nickname, in my honest opinion.)

Now, the definition is too broad, too diluted. Now, if I see that word in a bio or a tag...I legitimately don't know what to expect. Someone could mean that they relate to the characters' plights and stories, or that they aspire to be like them and want to emulate them in their day-to-day life. Maybe they RP the character and (for some reason) don't know of any other terms to use.

...They could also mean that it is their firmly held belief that they are THE Yusuke Kitagawa in the flesh, or that Ryuji himself is beaming his consciousness into their brain from an alternate plane, or that Futaba periodically hacks into their body to speak through them, and so on.

And if the latter examples sound similar to your experience, then buddy, I don't wanna know about it. I have no goddamn business being privy to anyone's mental landscape on this big beautiful internet.

(I do want you to find a licensed clinician if you have the resources to safely do so, though. Sincerely.)

I don't want to be told that I'm not depicting "you" accurately (a thing that has happened!). I also don't want to be held responsible for accidentally hitting upon triggers that I could never anticipate, because of a stranger internalizing a character (voluntarily or not) so deeply into their personhood that a comic/fic/drawing exploring that character's canon in ways that make them uncomfortable can prompt a panic attack or a fit of rage or similar distress responses (a thing that I've been scolded by strangers over! Multiple times, even!). I also ABSOLUTELY don't want anyone to message me as a fictional character to tell me what they think of my art, or to tell me that they look to my art for things to build their personality around (which is also a thing that has happened. Are you seeing a trend?)

In all these scenarios, each person neglected to consider that I'm not a source of new "kin material"! I'm just some fucking guy, screwing around on the internet just like everyone else!

I'm not going to presume the legitimacy of any strangers' mental health status (access to mental healthcare can be next to impossible, I know), nor am I one to criticize how anyone engages with the things they like. However. Please remember that every interaction you have is a two-way street. Artists aren't content farms; they are your fellow fans.

When someone comments or tags my art to say "this is me", or "you drew me wrong", or "I would never do/say that", or that the material made them miserable or angry and that they "hate OP for making it"...I have to see that. It's only happened a handful of times. But that was enough to make me wonder with every kin-adjacent tag I see: Is this another person that feels entitlement or ownership over what I make? Is this another person I should expect comments of disappointment or aggression from if I make something that they disagree with? Do you think that I'm doing any of this for you?

#and on the topic of treating artists like fellow fans instead of CONTENT FARMS:#do NOT edit/repost my art for tiktok or RP or anything or i'll fucking GET you #pita.txt

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*me pushes you aggresively!!!*

RILS LISTEN. LISTEN RILSS i can't believe you just wrote a story based on my f1 steve. i was completely mesmerized by it that i accidentally squealed so loud at work and had to quickly cover my mouth. one of my coworkers looked at me and said "you okay?" and i said yeah, but truth is NO! I WANT TO ROLL ON THE GROUND AND SCREAM WHILE HOLDING MY PHONE🤣haha oh dear, i'm gonna think about your delicious writing piece for the next few months (especially the one where steve was in the sunset, the kissing scene and bucky's cigarette drop💖 THATS JUST SO MMMWAHH MWAH MWAH). ashdjfdk i love you rils. i love how you react so gleefully towards others' people work including mine (even though i'm still learning how to draw🥺), you always make me swoon with your words and your support is the reason why so many ops continue to pursue their arts hehe. thank you so much my precious. now pls take this little feisty steve💓

AYA MY SWEETS 💖💕🌷💛💫💞✨💖💕💖 AKDHSUHSJSK I LOVE YOU

This is one of sweetest messages I have ever received in my entire life, and I'm still smiling like a complete dumbass BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FJDHKSLSK💕💕💕 I wish I had the skills to write a whole fic based on your art, rather than just a silly little headcanon screamed in the tags, but!!!!! Your art is so inspiring, sometimes I just can't help myself!! IT'S TOO GOOD AHGDUSHSH 💕💖✨💞✨ I'm not kidding here darling, your art tag is an actual treasure from start to finish and I want everybody to know that 💖💖💖 And yes, I will absolutely confess that I have a soft spot for your Steve art, and every time I see a new post, a new AU by you, all I can do is SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL AND SQUEAL SOME MORE

You might still be learning, but your art has such a beautiful, delicate, soft quality that I can't even describe, it's like- like if strawberry milk and peach flavoured yogurt had a baby, you know?? That sweetness! That delicious velvety creaminess!! Aya my love, your art isn't just art, it's a whole mood, it's its own brand of aesthetic, it's a feeling! an emotion!! And it's gorgeous and I love it!!!! with my entire heart!!!! and I'm gonna tell everyone willing to listen!!! And I believe that art always shows a little bit of the artist who created it, and your art radiates pure beauty, pure sweetness, pure love coming straight from your beautiful beautiful heart, 'cause you're gorgeous inside and out, my dear 💖💖💖💖💖

You, and all the amazing talented artists in this fandom, bring me so much joy every day, making all this wonderful art about these two boys that I love so dearly, and when I get silly in the tags (aka all the time, let's be real xD), that's just me trying to convey how happy you guys make me, and how grateful I am for every single work of art I get to enjoy thanks to you all 💕💕💕

I love love love love you sweet Aya, and also I'm 100% stealing that little feisty Steve because *SCREECH* HE'S PERFECT!!!! 💞✨💕💖💫💓💞

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! MWWUUUUAH

#writeyourdarlings #personal #BLESS YOU 5EVER AYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHSDKJASDKJHSGDJFHDKFLJK #SIMPING OVER YOUR ART ON MAIN #ALL DAY EVERY DAY #'CAUSE HONEY: IT GIVES ME LIFE #SENDING KISSES AND SMOOCHES AND FEISTY STEVIE'S YOUR WAY

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Collar x Malice: Unlimited Review 🐈‍⬛

Ok I know I recently posted a Collar x Malice review, but I’m going in order I played these games. Who’s ready to jump back into the world of Collar x Malice! So some background info to start: this is the first fandisc I have ever played, and as of writing is the only one I’ve played. Because of this, I’m not generally sure what the standards are for fandiscs. I also played this back in 2021, so it has been a while. Please go back to my previous review on Collar x Malice for trigger warnings (use the otome mondays tag)

Spoilers Ahead

Prologue

So to start off this game, we have a separate prologue. You do have to play the prologue because it unlocks all the after stories. So let’s see how this game starts out! Well, for starters we have one of my least favorite things: retroactively adding characters and events that would’ve DEFINITELY been mentioned in the original if it happened. Yeah, needless to say I was not please at this start and quickly became frustrated having to unlock routes. Oh, right if you want to play anything else you have to unlock each boy’s route separately with their prologue choices. So fun! Let’s actually move on to what I bought the game for, 3/10.

Sasazuka Takeru 🍩

So for the after stories, I started with Sasazuka. I saw a recommendation to just pick one that you enjoyed but wasn’t your favorite or pick your favorite to start the game since there’s no need for a route order. I did originally place Sasazuka’s route as solid middle ground in terms of my favorite love interest and also route itself, so it seemed like a safe bet. And thank god it was! This one starts up after the events of his best ending and him rejoining the cyber crimes division. The main conflict here is that Sasazuka and Ichika are learning how to balance work and life and being in a relationship together. The pacing was pretty solid and even though it’s short, it’s enjoyable! If you liked Sasazuka’s route, you’ll enjoy this after story. 8/10.

Yanagi Aiji 🚬

I decided after Sasazuka’s route, I was going to get Yanagi’s out of the way. I do enjoy all the characters, but Yanagi is my least favorite out of the LIs here. After the events of Yanagi’s best ending, we have the start of the after story. Yanagi’s started his private detective agency and everybody’s getting back to normal life. That is until Yanagi’s older brother randomly shows up and threatens him to rejoin the police. So this story mostly focuses on that conflict. This is another cute and short story, so if you liked Yanagi’s route you will like his after story. 8/10.

Enomoto Mineo 🪭

I honestly picked this route next on a whim, and I’m glad I did! This story picks up after he’s been reinstated into Field Ops 2 and now the couple work in the same building. Enomoto’s route definitely focuses on him maturing and developing his relationship with Ichika, and it’s so refreshing to have a portrayal of a healthy relationship in a game (which is rich coming from me tbh). Thanks to his after story, he moved up spots on my favorite LIs list. Honestly I don’t see how anybody would dislike this route. 10/10.

Shiraishi Kageyuki 🐱

Shiraishi yet again stealing the show for some of the best writing…it’s a shame he has this weird extra character. I feel like it’s obvious, but this story has a lot of angst. Because of Shiraishi turning himself in and all of his crimes he committed, he’s under arrest and contained in a special cell. Unfortunately, random extra dude is the main issue in Shiraishi’s story. It is nice to see his growth though as a character. I feel like they did him dirty by making a third of his route flashbacks to the og game. 7/10, Shiraishi fans will probably enjoy but it could’ve been way better.

Okazaki Kei 🏃‍♂️

So I saved my favorite for last, and I’m glad I did! After the X-Day events have wrapped up, Okazaki returns to HQ and Ichika stays with SRCPO. This story also focuses on the two of them trying to navigate being in a relationship and work and life. I was a bit disappointed to see that Okazaki kind of regressed and goes through the same growth all over again but speed run edition. Even though it ends good, this story is kind of meaningless because of this. It isn’t a bad story, just disappointing. Sorry for all us Okazaki fans, 7.5/10.

Other Routes 🐈‍⬛

So let’s talk about the additional bonus routes. To play any of these extra stories, you do need to play through all the after stories. First, let’s go over the Adonis route. This takes place after Yanagi’s tragic end. Ichika joins Adonis after everybody she has cared for is murdered and Zero convinces her to join. It was nice to see Ichika interacting with the Adonis members and how they showed Ichika and Zero have a horridly toxic relationship. If you do want to see all this route has to offer, you do have to replay it a couple of times. Due to this, it’s a little more repetitive than enjoyable at points. Still nice additional content, 8/10. We also have some extended short stories, one from Kazuki’s perspective during X-Day, a semi-Minegishi route, and a semi-Yoshinari route. Kazuki gets an 8/10, Minegishi gets a 4/10, and Yoshinari gets a 7/10.

Overall Thoughts 🐈‍⬛

I like the idea of a fandisc and I think some elements were executed very nicely! Unfortunately, I do have a few issues with some of the content here (mainly the random dude being added and prologue entirely), but I still would recommend it for anybody who enjoyed Collar x Malice! 8/10

Since characters stay the same here, I’m not adding an LI ranking. I will add my route ranking though!

Route: Enomoto > Sasazuka > Yanagi > Adonis > Kazuki > Okazaki > Shiraishi > Yoshinari > Minegishi > Prologue

Resources 📝

I once again used CGs and screenshots from the game and I relied on Otome Kitten’s walkthroughs.

#otome mondays #collar x malice #minor spoilers #cg spoilers

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born to be my baby pt five | stranger things ; s.harrington

taglist babes || req rules / fandoms+characters || masterlist || send ?s ; open hc/alphabets only

CHAPTERS ;

one + two + three + four can be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist is here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

As we can all clearly see, this story also has a chokehold on me rn. This one is moving a little bit fast (kinda?) and a little out of order / with non-exact dialogue as what actually happened on s3 BUT BUT.. once we're past this, we will see a bit of a slow down -and so much fluff omfg. I'm kind of spacing things out a little better than they did on the show itself for the sake of this fic. So the next chapter is probably going to be what actually happens at Starcourt. Reader, most likely, won't have much involvement there until the very end when they're all out? I wanted to work her in but I haven't really found a way to make it fit and make it good. Since I'm gonna keep this going through S4, she will be fit into that though.

Huuuge thanks and all of my love to everybody who reads -and encourage / endures my bullshit, you guys mean the world to me and every single like/comment/reblog or reblog with tag makes me sooooo so so so happy, like.. I can't explain how much you guys have actually motivated me to keep going more than you'll ever know.

SUMMARY;

-- You were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

PAIRING;

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader - aside from female parts, personality + outfit/hairstyles, she is blank slate.

WARNINGS;

Russians secret ops under Starcourt - moreso in the next chapter, Flayed!Billy makes the smallest hint of an appearance (His car does anyway,) swearing, these two babes still being awkward and oblivious BUT... just keep reading. Nothing huge happens here... or does it? ;P

Non exact canon events. Non exact dialogue. Things are different here than in the series, somewhat.

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“Guys, I can’t. I can’t.” you were about to just go for it, ask Steve Harrington if he wanted to come over on Friday, watch some movies or something and yet, now that you’re standing in Scoops Ahoy, it’s almost as if you’re frozen, brain body and mouth. None willing to work together. Robin palms her face. Vickie groans.

“What’s so hard about it?”

“I dunno, okay?” you rub your forehead. You’re pacing near the booth your best friend is sitting at and Robin is gazing up at you with what has to be the most amused grin you’ve ever seen out of her in your entire life. She reaches out and grabs your forearm. “Stop pacing, you’ll wear a hole in the floor. Sit down. Breathe.”

“He’s literally just a guy.” Vickie muses, a little shrug as she nods in his direction.

Robin snickers. “Oh, he’s not just a guy.” she’s teasing you about your old crush on Steve and the way it’s come back, full force. “He’s the guy.. I mean, for her. I never understood why, but yeah.”

“Hey!” you’re pouting at her. “He’s sweet!” you’re doing it again, staring at him while he’s completely oblivious. Robin snapping her fingers in your face is what brings you round from your daze. “You’re practically drooling.” she’s laughing and so is Vickie. You stick your tongue out and roll your eyes. “I was not. I was enjoying the view.” you sigh as you say it, grabbing Robin’s chocolate milkshake to take a sip. She pulls it back and nods to the counter where Steve is currently serving customers and she smirks. “Go get yourself one, woman!”

“I will.”

“Okay, explain how you can order a milkshake from the guy but you can’t ask him out? We do live in a brave new world now.” Vickie says it despite knowing she’s guilty of the same. She wants to ask Robin Buckley out on a date so badly she can taste it, but she doesn’t dare.

Not in this town.

She’s also terrified that Robin will freak out, what if Robin’s not like her.

It would be a huge mistake to make and it could go pretty bad. So she bites her tongue and hopes that maybe sooner or later, she’ll get a chance.

You grumble and wave your hands at Vickie when she asks the question she’s just asked you. “If you must know, I’m afraid if I try to ask him one thing, it’s going to turn into a long ramble that makes zero sense and at some point I’ll do something dumb like tell him I want to have his babies.”

Robin and Vickie are laughing so hard they’re both doubled over in their seats.

“You what now?”

“Damn it, Robbie, not funny.” you’re puffing out your cheeks, blowing at a strand of hair that’s escaped the way you had it teased and pinned as it falls into your forehead. Robin shrugs and takes a sip of her shake. “It is, though.”

“C’mon, remember the note I wrote him in 8th grade? Only I was an idiot and put it into his friend Tommy’s stupid locker instead? I’m surprised he’s even speaking to me now, honestly.”

You slink over to the line formed at the front and you’re pretending to study the flavor list but you’re really using the time waiting in line to stare at Steve, watching the way that one stubborn swoop of hair always falls down onto his forehead. Or the way his tongue juts out between kissable lips when he’s really focused on something. The only problem with this is that you’ve zoned out before you realize it and then it’s your turn to order.

“Hey.” Steve’s grinning. “Know what you want, pretty girl?” he’s got this certain tone to his voice and the way he looks at you when he asks the question has your face on fire, you can feel the second the heat sets into your skin. Your mouth opens and closes. You want your brain to cooperate and finally, a second or two later, it does. You laugh softly. “Strawberry milkshake?” you think it over, nodding. “Yeah. A strawberry milkshake.”

Steve is staring at you again and he wants to kick himself when he realizes it. He chuckles and turns to grab a cup for your milkshake, scooping some strawberry ice cream into the cup and then he sits it on the mixer to be mixed.

“Hey.” you’re telling yourself it’s not a big deal, you can just ask casually. But yet again, your mouth freezes up just as the words are coming, they’re right there on the tip of your tongue. Steve’s holding out your milkshake to you and you notice that some of it has spilled down the side of the cup so when you take it, you lick that off and you instantly realize what you’ve done when you see the way he swallows hard. You can feel your body burn hot all over and you bite back just the smallest whimper shy of escaping your mouth.

Steve’s been trying to say something, say anything for the better part of five damn minutes now and he’s beginning to get real frustrated with himself because he just can’t. Everything he comes up with sounds stupid. Fake. And Dustin seems to think that his entire problem with girls lately is in the delivery or the way he presents himself and he’s taking the kids advice to heart this time because he’ll try anything if it means he winds up with you, even if it’s only for a little while. It’s driving him crazy, he wants you that much. He’ll take what he can get.

At the booth, Robin nods to you and clears her throat. “I swear it’s like watching the slowest burn ever. I’m shoving them into a broom closet as soon as I find one.” Vickie laughs softly. “I think it’s sweet.” she muses, staring at you and Steve as you stand there, staring at each other and saying absolutely nothing.

“Hey.” Steve is relieved. His mouth is finally working and his brain isn’t lagging like crazy anymore. He smiles at you and you smile back. Somehow, it feels as if the room is brighter when you’re smiling at him, that cute little grin as you lick your lips to get strawberry milkshake off.

“I had fun last night.” you both say it at the same time and you’re both laughing. Then,gradually, the laughter dies away and you’re both staring again.

“I was wondering.” you both do it again, speak at the same time.

“Wow.”

“Go ahead.” Steve chuckles, smirking a little. You’re getting just a little more flustered with each second and your heart is about to beat right out of your chest.

You’re doing that thing again where you shuffle your feet and fidget, twirling a strand of hair around your finger and kind of tugging at it. He’s distracted, watching your hair wind around your finger while he’s trying not to picture what it’d feel like to tangle his hands up in it and maybe pull you in for a kiss. He almost kissed you the night before when you were all in the parking lot at the carnival, but he talked himself right out of it.

You take a deep breath and this doesn’t make the words come any easier. But someone has to say something, so you decide to go for it. After all, the worst he can say is no, right? And no isn’t always a bad thing. At least then you’ll know one way or another.

“Do you…” you stop and take a deep breath because your words came out in a rush, breathless. “Do you want to come over tomorrow night and like.. Watch movies or something?”

Steve is shocked. It’s the same thing he was going to ask you. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him -or even want to ask him to begin with. Because you asked, you had to want to do it already, right?

He smiles and nods. “I’d love that, actually.”

You feel like you’d be jumping up and down if you weren’t right in front of him. You manage to refrain but you know when you go into the parking lot for a smoke, you’re totally going to do it. You smile instead. “Great, do you uh… Do you want pizza or more takeout from that Italian place across the lot?”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugs. It really doesn’t, his life has been made. He’s kicking himself in frustration because he’s old fashioned enough that he feels terrible that he didn’t make any of the first moves so far, but… It’s a step. It’s something and it’s actually happening.

And this feels like it’ll be the start of something, this is what he’s hoping against hope for anyway. As you’re paying for your milkshake -and playfully arguing over why you won’t use his discount to get it in the first place, Dustin wanders in, lingering nearby. He manages to hear the tail-end of your conversation just as you’re about to turn and walk back over to the booth.

“I’ll uh.. See you tomorrow then?” you call out to Steve and he smiles, nodding. Dustin grins to himself and as soon as you’re sitting with Robin and Vickie -safely out of earshot, he’s making a big deal out of it and Steve can’t help but chuckle and shake his head. “She just asked if I wanted to come over and watch movies?”

“Which is a date!” Dustin is excited for his friend. “Wait… she asked you? Damn.” and then he’s getting even more excited, because he knows how you feel about Steve but Steve’s still got his head up his ass and oblivious. He can’t tell Steve he knows, of course, so he tries to do the reassurance thing instead. “Y’know this means she likes you right?”

Steve scoffs and laughs. “What? Her? No.” but that stubborn sliver of hope refuses to die this time and his heart is just a little fluttery as he gazes over to the booth you’re sitting at with Robin and Vickie, lost in conversation. He nods to the three of you, “With my luck, they’ll be there too.”

“Okay, so if they are, ask her on a date. I have a feeling they won’t though.”

Steve snickers quietly, gazing at Dustin. “You do huh? What are you, psychic now, Henderson?”

“I’m telling you, it’s kind of obvious.” Dustin insists one more time.

“Anyway… Did you bring what you wanted me to translate? We can go in the back or something.”

“Wait, I think they’re leaving.” Dustin is gazing at the table. You and Vickie walk out and Robin wanders over.

“Is he here to translate the thing?”

“You told her?” Dustin is giving Steve a dirty look.

“No, I overheard you. You’re both extremely loud.” Robin shrugs and goes quiet.

Robin speaks up again a few seconds later. “I do happen to speak three languages.”

“She might be able to help.” Steve insists.

Dustin grumbles, but he starts the playback.

They’re listening, Robin is scribbling down what she hears.

There’s this creepy song playing in the background and it sounds so familiar to Steve for some reason.

“It sounds familiar.”

“What?”

“The sound at the end.” Steve explains. Dustin palms his face and shakes his head. “We’re supposed to be listening to the Russian, Steve.”

“And I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but there’s music!” Steve throws up his hand.

“It’s your turn at the counter, dingus. Let me try this. I can speak three languages and I’ve been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, alright?” Robin points to the door between front and back and Steve grumbles, but he goes. He wasn’t fully focused anyway and he couldn’t figure out the word. But he knows he’s heard that damn song somewhere.

As he’s scooping ice cream, he catches himself humming it a time or two.

In the back, Robin is listening to the recording with Dustin.

“Wait, rewind that? That word sounds familiar.” Robin furrows her brows and then she smirks.

“Dly-nna-ya. That.. The chair thing.” Robin rubs her forehead and tries to think. “We’ve got our first sentence.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. The week is long.”

“Well, that’s thrilling.”

“I know, but… Progress.”

“The silver cat feeds.”

“Wait, why would anybody talk like that?”

“Okay, let’s think a second here, kid.. If this is a secret translation… What’d you think they’d say, Fire the warhead at noon?” Robin laughs quietly and mulls over what they’ve translated so far. Steve wanders back in because the front of the shop has emptied out again.

“I need a quarter because I think I just figured something out.”

Robin and Dustin share a look and wander out into the mall with Steve and he’s standing at a little children’s ride as he rubs his chin. Robin digs around in her pocket and holds out a quarter as she snickers. “Aren’t you a little big for this, dingus?”

“Shh.” Steve shushes her, putting the quarter in, gazing at them both. “The song!” Dustin is grinning. “Wait, maybe they have horses like this in Russia.”

“An Indiana Flyer? I doubt it, kid.”

“What’s that mean?”

“The code didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.”

“Okay, so what do we do now?”

“It had to be somewhere in the mall. We just need to think.” Steve is biting the edge of his thumb.

— ( closing time, you )

You spot that dark blue Camaro fall in two cars behind your own as you’re merging into traffic on the street in front of the mall. You try to ignore it at first, but you keep glancing back, your heart about to beat right out of your chest. As you pull onto a quieter street to stop at the pharmacy to pick up some more Advil and hopefully another tube of red lipstick, something tells you not to stop. So you go on down the street instead and you can feel yourself relaxing when the dark blue Camaro drives right past you. Just to be safe, you make two unnecessary blocks and go the long way back to your apartment.

No sign of the Camaro anywhere and the weird feeling you’ve had for a while now just vanishes. You grab your takeout and shut the door to your car with your hip, locking it before you hurry into the back entrance of the bar. You rush up the two flights of stairs and you don’t stop til you’re safely behind the red door with three locks secured on it.

You pull off your shoes and sit on the counter, grabbing a fork to dig into your takeout for the night. You try to call Robin but the phone rings and rings until it’s gone to her answering machine. So you leave a message telling her to call you later and then you hang up.

After flipping through the television you brought yourself at a pawn shop in the city last weekend, you decide to shower and go to sleep. And you’re so excited because you took a step. A little step, but a step.

Now you just had to keep taking them. You don’t have a choice, really. There’s just something about Steve that pulls you like a magnet and you’re determined that he won’t slip through your fingers.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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Have you ever felt haunted by a fanart you saw but not in bad way but in the Good Way™? I mean you saw the fanart once and every now and then you remind yourself of it's existence and get a thousand of headcanons and AU ideas just by a memory of seeing it?

I just reminded myself of a fanart of SMT x Persona swap AU I reblogged once (idk if I'll be able to find it in this tumblr void with broken search bar but basically smt protags in persona outfits and vice versa) and now I got a thousands of ideas for a similar AU lol

Basically an AU where SMT III- V protags aren't actually a replacement of Persona protagonists like on that swap AU fanart I saw, but actually an addition to the team (while og persona protags are still there too)

Like gosh I have so many headcanons suddenly so here's a little headcanon dump :P (a.k.a the horrors of being both persona and smt fan :D)

Naoki Kashima

Member of SEES

Persona hc: My brain says Lucifer (or at least Satan if Lucifer is too OP for someone who wouldn't replace a protag) but my heart says Pixie cause they are still unseparable even in another game :P (jokes on y'all, he's actually a second Wild Card and has them both :P)

Best friend in the team hc: I feel like he would get along with Akihiko the most, but also he'd has this weird connection to Minato, like sort of "I get you man" connection lol. Also Koro-chan, everybody loves Koro-chan

School & year & club hc: Gekkoukan High (not much of a choice in P3 anyways), Track team, Second Year

Bonus headcanon: I think he was scouted by S.E.E.S because horrors in the hospital didn't left him even in this reality :P He was admitted to the hospital because of some health reasons (around the same time when Minato was in hospital) and became concoious during Dark Hour so that led S.E.E.S to find and scout him. Also I believe his "official" reason to move into Iwatodai Dorm would be stated as "family reasons"

Flynn (This is gonna be so wrong™ probably, because I never played SMT IV yet and I know nothing about him yet and all my hc's of him I based on the general Vibes™ he gives me, so I'm so sorry about that! i promise I'll play this game finally and then maybe update haha)

Member of Investigation Team

Persona hc: Actually like I said, never played his game yet so I'm not sure if he has some demon/deity actually especially associated to him, if you have idea let me know in the tags/comments

Best friend in the team hc: He gives me similar vibes to Yu tbh, I feel like he would be besties with Chad Narukami haha (Yosuke would see him as his rival trying to steal his Partner lol)

School & year & club hc: Yasogami High (again, not really a choice in P4), he gives me athletic guy vibe so maybe Volleyball Club would be right for him, Third Year

Bonus hc: (probably Very Wrong tho so sorry about that :/ ) I feel like his dungeon in TV World would be related to Samurais (or old Japan in general) in some way, perhaps a Shrine or something (?), since Yukiko already had medieval castle

V-kun:

Member of the Phantom Thieves

Persona hc: Susano-o

Codename hc: Deity (ok maybe this is very edgy but come on, we had codenames like Queen and Oracle too so why not :p and it's related to his SMT V story) - the explanation for this would be because he has almost godly-like looks haha (Ann would probably try to get him into modelling with her actually because of how good looking he is)

Best friend in the team hc: Yusuke for 100%, because I hc V-kun as either as an artist too or musician (pianist) but someone who is close with arts anyways so Yusuke would understand him like no one else. Also Haru because I feel like he'd relate with her experiences as well

School & year & club hc: Since Persona 5 is happening in Tokyo and we have some Phantom Thieves outside of Shujin anyways, I feel like he'd still stay in Jouin High. His club would be either Art Club or Music Club (or perhaps he would be a member of two clubs, therefore quite busy), Third year

Bonus hc: The thing his soul is rebelling from is actually abusive parents who would punish him severely for being into arts and wanting to become artist/musician in the future, instead doing some "good paid job" like lawyer or doctor (that's why I said he would relate to Haru actually since her backstory is quite similar with her dad also already have plans for her future that were different than how she felt)

So yeah that's my headcanon for this AU, just had to dump it here because it's 2 AM and I have megaten thoughts™

#smt protags in persona au #not really a swap au #lilly's talking #my headcanons #my au ideas #persona series #smt series #v kun #naoki kashima #flynn #smt tag #(pls don't be mad at me for bad flynn hcs 🙏 i'll promise I'll play this game eventually)

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arunikas · 1 year

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Hey Aru!!!