#and people knew both characters personalities so well and knew they would mesh

[xenodile]

"Shuro loves Falin for the same reasons he hates Laios" Completely and utterly wrong, could not be further off base.

I get the impression a lot of people watching Dungeon Meshi as it airs, or are a bit removed from its original manga run, have forgotten that Laios and Falin being monster freaks wasn't actually apparent until the events of the story. The only person that knew Falin loved monsters as much as Laios was Marcille because they were best friends at school.

Once Laios and Falin were in an adventuring party together, they both had public facing personas because they had both learned through their separate upbringings that being super interested in monsters and dungeons wasn't normal. Laios is the blunt but well meaning, outspoken and opinionated guy we all know, but Falin was way more withdrawn and soft-spoken, non-confrontational, easy to get along with. Everyone that interacted with Falin would say she's a sweet, gentle girl that everyone likes. Because she was, frankly, kind of a doormat.

The whole thing with Toshiro's infatuation with Falin is he doesn't actually know her. She is outwardly very polite and reserved, and that appeals to Toshiro because it meshes with his cultural sensibilities and how he was taught people are supposed to behave. Then he sees her marveling at a caterpillar in a private moment and decides on the spot that she's the ideal woman and proposes without actually talking to or getting to know her.

And his lack of understanding of Falin as a person is brought to the forefront in every action he takes after she gets eaten. He leaves the party and makes no attempt to contact the two people that Falin loves the most. Whether it's a matter of him just not knowing how much Falin cares about her brother and Marcille, or actively avoiding Laios to rescue Falin himself, he's demonstrating that he doesn't actually know what's important to her or understand how she feels.

Then when he meets Laios's party on the lower floors and they go over what happened, it's made even more blatant that Toshiro's affection is shallow and half-baked. He came into the dungeon a week too late and neglected his health the whole way down, so he was in no state to actually try and save Falin when he got there. When Laios talks about eating monsters, something Falin was thrilled about, Toshiro is disgusted. He threatens to kill Laios and turn Marcille in, which would never fly with Falin. His anger at the use of black magic is entirely based in his selfish idea of Falin being tainted and blaming Laios and Marcille for "ruining" his attempt to rescue her, as Kabru points out that Toshiro would have done the exact same thing in their shoes and that he's being a hypocrite. To say nothing of how he'd rather kill Falin after she's been transformed and "put her to rest" rather than put any effort into saving her, because that would require further involvement from Laios and Marcille and methods that Toshiro doesn't approve of.

And there's the fight he has with Laios, and Toshiro's subsequent confession that he had hoped to just take Falin home with him. He at no point gives consideration to what Falin feels or what she might want, only what he has decided about her based on the most surface level observation. Just like how his problem with Laios arises from his refusal to just talk to him about his boundaries, he has no actual connection with the woman he claims to love because he just wouldn't actually talk to her.

Like it's not a coincidence that every time his attraction to Falin is brought up, another character goes "yeah he's being weird about it".

[jaegerbby]

➳ company

s (chapter one)

--͙[satoru gojo x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 3581

╰┈➤ rundown; if being with satoru is so wrong, why does it feel so right?

╰┈➤ caution; college au, characters are 20+.

satoru gojo.

he is one person everyone notices. perhaps, you should have anticipated that you would not be the only one.

not when you first laid eyes on him and became mesmerised. how could you not? he was in all of your lectures and the longer you stared at him the more you noticed.

he was gorgeous, he looked out of this world. he took up space without intending to. his presence demanded attention. you saw thick locks of white hair, the longest lashes framing pools of cerulean akin to the sky.

you saw dimples and full pink lips. an angular jawline and a straight nose. perfection, he was nothing short of it. he was always composed, always presentable. he meshed well with everyone, people flocked to him but he kept his circle small.

you never found the courage to approach him despite wanting to. while you knew of satoru before aya did, you soon realised he was never yours to have.

she was your best friend yet you did not disclose every detail of your lives to each other. when aya told you about the guy she was talking to, you did not have any expectations. you definitely did not think it would be satoru.

while she gushed about the romantic things he would say, the countless flowers and extravagant dates. how he showered her in lavish gifts. satoru was the furthest man from your mind. at the time, you were indescribably overjoyed for her. her eyes lit up whenever she mentioned him. you could see how deeply she liked him.

up until they made it official, she never told you his name or showed you his face. despite that, she told you when they had sex, she detailed everything. you knew way more than you should have.

it came as a surprise when aya invited you to an arcade when you both were drowning in assignments. you spared the time despite it. you showed up earlier, it all crashed and burned when aya came strolling in with satoru alongside her.

your smile faltered, you found yourself looking at the same man you admired from afar with your best friend gripping his arm.

"this is my boyfriend, satoru." he grinned once she said it. "and this is my best friend, y/n."

you suppressed the way your features wished to contort. instead you bared it with a grin. "i've heard all about you."

"all good things?"

"we'll see."

where you had hoped it would happen one day, that diminished upon seeing them. they suited each other, it made sense for them to be together. perhaps, your feelings manifested in the irate attitude you constantly had towards satoru.

you never felt more out of place, while they were playing games and kissing in celebration of their victories, you were off to the sidelines. it felt like she wanted to rub it in your face. you wished you never went.

they were each other's everything. that was all you saw. while you and satoru were never eye to eye they were a match made in heaven. you barely spoke much less looked at him. with the exception of bickering or condemning him.

you witnessed every love fuelled interaction for months. they hugged and kissed like they were the only ones existing in the world. you had to adjust to satoru being included on all occasions. he acted like he was your friend all because he was with aya.

you did not want him any where near you. you tried to convince yourself that you were not jealous or bitter. you never thought you would be that immature.

when they were together you found any excuse to high tail it in the other direction.

the love in the air made you sick to your stomach.

it blew your mind when aya called you crying her eyes out. you were beyond shocked when she started telling you satoru was terrible, that they were actually over this time. in the same breath, she mentioned how much she loved him.

it made sense to loathe the guy that hurt your friend but for some reason no part of you is capable of hating satoru.

---

class is exhausting. satoru sitting right behind you amplifies it. you can feel his presence though you try your hardest to ignore him. months have elapsed since their split. in the midst of that time, you have betrayed your friend although she is not aware. the guilt weights on you more than the jealousy ever did.

the intensity of satoru's gaze is practically burning into the back of your cranium. it is like he is wordlessly begging and pleading for attention. for you to turn around and acknowledge him but the only time you do is behind closed doors. he is persistent to a fault, he kicks at the back of your chair but you do not give in.

you grit your teeth and focus on your notes when you want to stare at him for hours without end. his shoe brushes yours and you tug your seat forward. you move away from him because you know it is the right thing to do. you should not give him a reaction. if it really is the right thing, why are you unable to resist him once you are hidden from everyone's gaze?

you hurriedly pack your belongings upon the class's dismissal. satoru calls your name and you can barely prevent yourself from looking at him the way you desperately crave to. you hurriedly exit the hall. despite telling satoru to stop talking to you at school, it is evident he would do anything but listen to you. he was far too obvious.

it takes a few minutes to escape from the crowd of people but you sigh once you finally do. you walk in the direction of the cafeteria when you are suddenly startled by a large palm covering your mouth. you struggle against them but your screams are muffled. the perpetrator yanks you backwards.

you are terrified, until you realise how familiar his hand feels. he turns you to him, cupping your head while he walks you back. you are pressed to the hard wall with his muscular body flush against you. you heart is not pounding in fear, it is because of his proximity.

satoru dissolves you to nothing, he ruins you.

"did i scare you?"

he looks down at you with the stupidest smile on his face, you cannot prevent the onslaught of butterflies that alone erects in your stomach. you breathe shakily, he is so close. it is too close. you let him closer than this when you never should have. his glasses are perched crookedly on his fluffy hair, you can see every single one of his lengthy eyelashes.

it is an arduous task to be infuriated when it comes to satoru. especially when he looks at you with gorgeous pools of cobalt blue. undeniably, he is your weakness. the plush of his pink lips spread with his smile. you swear if you stared at him for any longer your heart would beat out of your chest. satoru is too incomparable to be real.

you cannot speak a word though he uncovers your mouth. his lips meet yours and all your thoughts are stolen. your fists find the fabric of his shirt and your lids tightly shut. this is wrong, it is wrong without a doubt but he fits you like you were made for each other.

satoru is larger than life in more ways than one. he towers over you an unreasonable amount. he has to bend down to kiss you properly. he crowds more into you and despite all the risk you reciprocate with the same vigor.

he kisses hard, he always does. the longer his lips meld along yours the more you feel like you are losing your resolve. you have long crossed the line of deception although you tell yourself you will stop. it would be easier if satoru did not kiss you like this, it would be easier if he left you alone. that thought alone makes your heart ache.

your mouths wetly smack, you feel his palms cup your cheeks. he strokes your face while your head tilts back at an uncomfortable angle to kiss him. with a soft peck he pulls away. it is the last thing he wants to do if he is honest.

you struggle to catch your breath. you berate yourself internally for falling right back into him. you need some distance but there is not an ounce of space between your bodies.

"what is wrong with you?" it is more discourteous than you intend. it erects a pain in your chest to see the look on his face. he pursues his lips and his eyes avert.

"no one can see us, you don't have to be mean to me." he attempts to lighten the mood by adding a laugh but you know he is hurt. it is written all over his face. you want nothing more to wipe it away.

but this is wrong.

wrong.

wrong.

wrong.

you and satoru do not belong together.

"let me go, satoru." your palms rest on the hard expanse of his chest. you tell yourself you should but you are unable to push him away. his eyes flit over your face before he presses his forehead to yours. his fingers find the perimeter of your waist and he squeezes slightly.

you completely melt. he is precious. how are you supposed to think when he does things like this? he is too close for you to form a single coherent thought besides him being right for you. it is solely based on delusion but you do not acknowledge that when all you can see, feel and smell is him. he debilitates you, surely he is aware of his effect on you.

"say toru like you always do." he winces. it hurts to hear you call him anything else. that is your name for him, it belongs to you as much as he does. he desperately wants to tell you, he cannot let you go. he is absolutely incapable of doing it. in this life or the next.

you want to hold him close, your hand itches to caress his slightly reddened cheeks and slide through his thick locks. you want to be wrapped in his arms for an eternity. you crave to make his embrace your home. you cannot do that in the open where prying eyes can find you.

"toru." you should not indulge him. it is the last thing you should do, the worst thing in fact. though, seeing his dimples impress on his cheeks and the glimmer in his eyes upon hearing it is worth all the trouble.

"let go of me, toru." you build him up and you break him down immediately. you hope he knows it hurts you as much as it hurts him. he breathes softly, his head burying in the crook of your neck. all he does is press you closer to him like it would keep you with him forever.

he holds you lovingly, your resolve has been etched away enough to have you on the verge of giving in. you would do anything he asked of you. when he steps back, you are tempted to beg him to hold you again. the foot distance is already too much for you. you clench your fists at your side, willing yourself to not run right into his arms.

"i'm meeting aya." you mention her to remind yourself of the circumstance between you and satoru. you seem to constantly forget it.

satoru hums. he already knows. even when your classes are over and hers are not you go out of your way to keep her company. satoru also knows that aya has and will never do the same for you. his jaw clenches hard enough to pulse. you are too good for her but he cannot say that to you.

the last thing he wants is to push you away. he does not want to give you a reason to leave him. you would choose her over him. your best friend, he understands but satoru would never give you ultimatum knowing the outcome.

you breathe out, he can see that you are thinking. he knows it is not anything good. you wonder if he thought about going back every time you mentioned her.

he steps closer, your head tilts back and you stare at him with glassy eyes. satoru wants to keep you from the world, you are too good.

"i'll wait for you, as long as you want me to." he hopes you know he means it. that you can take as long as you need and his feelings would never change. you cannot deny him. you do not have any strength where he is involved. your hands yearn to be on his skin. to stroke his face, to run through his hair, to rest on his back while you hug him.

"okay."

he drives you insane. he destroys you completely without knowing it.

"you know where to find me." his tone is all soft. your clenched fists slacken when he reaches forward to caress them with his fingers. you wish he broke your heart before you got this deep. you know letting him go now would be unbelievably painful. being around only made you fall deeper. 

he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

he did the same to aya, countless times.

love.

love.

love.

aya told you she loved him and he loved her too.

when satoru acts like this with you, you want to wish it all away. you want to act like it never happened. that he was yours and never hers.

he dramatically blows a kiss while leaving.

when satoru walks away you wish he never came to you in the first place.

---

"what took you so long?" aya's eyes flit up and down at you. there is an irritated expression on her face. you slowly settle into the seat across from her.

"i'm sorry, i stayed back to ask my professor some questions." satoru turned you into a liar. you never lied with so much ease until him. maybe you were always this way and he was simply the catalyst to reveal it.

"it's whatever." she continues to eat her food but it is evident she is in a bad mood. her eyebrows are knitted together and a frown is etched on her lips.

"are you okay?" she seemed to be waiting for a reason to vent. she wastes no time bringing up an instagram page you should not be familiar with.

"i really can't believe him." she huffs. you tense as she shows you his story. his face is pressed to a girl's stomach, one of her hands is in his hair. it does not give enough away to identify her.

you swallow hard. you told satoru to not post it. he never listens.

"he's the worst, how could he move on that fast." you scoff. it is all a pretence. you are just as bad as he is. maybe even worse. satoru owed her no loyalty now but you of all people definitely did.

you know better than anyone aya is not over him. she still loves him, it is evident when she mentions him everyday. you understand why too because losing satoru is worst than losing something priceless.

"gosh, i hate him." she rolls her eyes, swiping off like the sight disturbs her. you hate him too. you hate him because you know you love him more than anything but those words are not meant to be disclosed.

she picks at her food. "i'm sure he was waiting for the opportunity to be with that bitch." how can you be around her knowing the things you do, knowing you betrayed her?

"you're better than her." your voice does not shake. she is better than you, she would never do what you did. aya is above that.

"i wonder who she is. he never had a lot of girl friends when we were together." she sighs in annoyance. "and i can't ask suguru, the asshole hates me."

that was a weird happenstance. where you treated satoru with discontent, suguru did the same to aya. your behaviour was based on your feelings but you never knew the reason for his.

her brows raise like an epiphany strikes. "what if it's shoko? she was around us all the time." 

you wince, it would be easier to let someone else take the fall. if she was more focused on another person she would be oblivious to the signs pointing at you.

"i don't think she sees him that way." it would be easier but you cannot do that to shoko.

"you never know. some girls smile in your face and the entire time they're trying to get with your man." that strikes a nerve.

"yeah, they're awful." you are unable to meet her eyes. you are doing exactly as she said but you and satoru have long crossed those lines.

"i don't get why he hasn't tried talking to me. whenever we argued, satoru wouldn't leave me alone until i wasn't mad anymore." you hate the way his name sounds coming from her mouth. you hate the fact that she has experience with him at all.

"maybe you should go to him." your words tremble slightly. you want to tell her to let him go. that she should turn the other way and forget about him. truthfully you are scared that satoru would go back to her the second the opportunity arises.

"i'll think about it." aya throws her bag over her shoulder while standing. "see you later." she heads to the lecture hall without discarding her empty take out container.

you have to do it instead. 

---

satoru is endearing, if you list every characteristic of his that you love, you would take an eon. you can see him while you are approaching his car, his dexterous fingers tap the steering wheel along to the song he has blaring.

he knows every word. you cannot help but laugh when he bobs his head and his glasses fall. he scrambles out of the vehicle once he notices you. he parks further away from campus to avoid prying eyes. you are far more concerned with being cautious than he is.

"you looked like you were having a good time." you teasingly smile.

"now that you're here, i am." he reaches for your bag while walking to the passenger's side with you. satoru is a gentlemen, he makes your heart beat fast when he does these things.

once you settle in, he closes the door and places your bag in the back seat before he slips inside. you fight a smile when he looks at you.

"hi, baby." his voice alone drives you insane. it is not fair for him to have it all. he leans in, his hand settling on your lap. his eyes are hooded and there is barely any space between you.

"i'm sorry about earlier." you whisper. right now, you want to tell yourself that this is okay. that you can be with him.

satoru rids you of your self control. it is impossible to have restraint whenever he is near you. you grip his wrist where his hand has started stroking the flesh of your thighs and the sound you let out is desperate. you press your lips to his, finally able to without holding back.

there is no chastity, not when his tongue glides into your mouth and satoru's movements grow sloppier. he tilts his head to get deeper, his wet muscle claiming every spot it has already been. your hand glides up his toned muscle to hold his bare bicep.

he groans into your mouth and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. he kisses you harder, pulling back briefly only to slam his lips back onto yours. his fingers squeeze your thigh, his thumb stroking dangerously close to your cunt.

he leans closer to you, his hand moves to your throat. your breath skips when he lightly squeezes the sides. satoru is intoxicating. "you drive me insane." his voice is low and gravelly. you look at him with pretty doe eyes and he wants to keep you regardless of it all.

"fuck, i could kiss you forever." he wetly pecks your lips, once, twice. his thumb swipes along the swollen flesh. he does not want to stop, he wants to pull you into his lap and do so much more.

satoru slowly moves back, his hands stealing touches to your cheeks. when he settles in the driver's seat he rests his head back.

"toru." you call and he gives you all his attention. after all, it is only yours to have. your soft finger swipes the corner of his mouth. "you got my lip gloss all over you." you flash him a soft smile.

"i wouldn't have it any other way." satoru would never complain when it came to you.

you roll your eyes to hide the way you are completely flustered by him. "what movie are we watching tonight?"

"any one you want."

you look at him incredulously. "it's your turn to pick."

all he does is laugh. you do not realise how wide you are smiling until you feel the ache in your cheeks.

smut coming next chapter :))

[astronomical-bagel]

yo mutual i love ur tags fr because like u took the words right of my mouth i was so baffled how ppl would side with one more than the other because the autism pvp felt so real to me that i related to Both of them rlly a lot like. So much so it has cemented itself as rlly one of my fave scenes ever because it was a Step up for growth like that fight made them both better people . and it makes me mad ppl belittle toshiros experiences and like ignore his autism for the sake of pitting two bad bitches against each other Good Lord. The Nuance. There is Nuance. and ppl who ignore it just feels so personal to me as an autistic asian person who's been told that there's no way they're not "normal" like ive not been masking and not even like That well either.

Toshiro to me is like a similar vibe of Autism to Mob aka Shigeo Kageyama MP100 where he represses so much of his true feelings and opinions and emotions that he will just blow up one day (validly!!!) !!! like. let him be autistic in peace. not everything has to be a moral failure and not everything has to revolve around Laios just because hes the main character of Dunmeshi. Like they were both so relatable it hurts me...

not me spelling empathized as emphasized lmao

but yeah anyways I really interpret the shuro and laios conflict as just two autistic people who just don’t mesh naturally? At the very least, it’s a complication between two people with very different cultures.

Both laios and toshiro are people who don’t exactly fit in. On shuro’s side, the source of his ‘otherness’ is a little redirected (is that the word?) because his status and nationality already set him apart on the island, but even back home he was reserved and didn’t socialize well. He struggles to connect with others and has a hard time being sincere!!! the argument between him and laios isn’t an evil neurotypical vs blorbo autistic, it’s conflict-avoidant autistic vs social cue blind autistic!

There isn’t really a right or wrong side here, Shuro tried communicating in the way he knew how, but he and laios just simply don’t understand each other’s languages. Their fight is a reset for the both of them; now they each know a vital fact about each other! Laios knows that Shuro has a hard time verbalizing discomfort, and shuro now knows that Laios needs to be told things to understand them. Now they can both find a middle ground and properly compromise between their two opposites.

and it’s important to note that if laios did know he was making shuro uncomfortable, he would stop as best as he knew how, all the way. This guy takes boundaries seriously, as long as there are clear lines to what those boundaries are. And he’s attentive to other’s needs! (See: him and chilchucks friendship. They understand each other very well, I could write a whole meta on it)

Now that he and shuro are seeing eye to eye, their friendship can now progress in a healthier fashion! This fight isn’t the end of the world. (Honestly having a fist fight is like third base to me but we won’t speak of that) Toshiro isn’t evil, he’s just a really cool foil to Laios, and their disagreement serves to establish important parts of their characters and to progress both their character arcs 👍

[stickycreatorunknown]

Together - Dabi x f!reader x Hawks

Pairing: – Dabi x f!reader x Hawks

Summary: You were close with them both, in more ways than one

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, foreplay, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, rough sex, marking, penetration, unsafe sex, some degradation (slut), multiple orgasms, overstim just a bit, slight BL, aftercare mentioned

Word Count: 5.5k

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There was something about the two of them together. At first, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. They were so different, but when together they seemed to mesh so well. Thinking on it further, they were quite similar, at least sometimes. Both men always seemed to exude confidence, though it seemed that behind that were wildly different examples of what they felt confidence was. Keigo often put on a calm face, an easy-going demeanor even, but you knew he was always cautious and alert, constantly thinking and taking steps toward all of his goals. He showed a jovial spirit with a kind smile but could be quick to judge and tended to trust his instincts over anything else. Dabi, on the other hand, was abrasive and disrespectful, seemingly chaotic but really quite calculated. Everything he did had a purpose, but what that purpose was for him to know and no one else to worry about. He loved confrontation, seemingly choosing to be argumentative just for the fun of it, completely aware of his blatant disrespect towards others but continuing to choose those actions anyway. He found some sense of joy in knowing he could stir others so easily, was highly self-aware, and was able to use everything to his advantage. Keigo was similarly intelligent, though never cruel. 

As different as they seemed, those things seemed to fade when they were together. Keigo’s quick wit was a perfect match for Dabi’s argumentativeness. Dabi’s chaotic personality seemed to fit so neatly beside Keigo’s laid-back attitude. They could banter for hours. Your first experience with this surprised you, expecting Dabi (someone you considered a friend, though you knew he would never utter any kind of agreement on that) to be quick to anger with Keigo’s demeanor. Instead, you found they seemed to complement each other’s nature. Dabi was a bit calmer around Keigo, and Keigo was a bit freer around Dabi. You didn’t know Keigo as well as Dabi, but you knew people sometimes found him blunt, Dabi however seemed to enjoy this. You also knew Dabi to be prone to destruction, whether it be of physical things or even his relationships, but with Keigo he was so much gentler, seeming to value him more than most others. 

You had always been drawn to Dabi, his personality embodying a lot of what you wish you could be, bolder, more assertive, more aggressive maybe. You were instantly attracted to him upon meeting, finding yourself interested in more than just his mind. The first time you touched him was something that can still give you chills when you remember it. You reached to his face, thumb gentle as it brushed across the meeting of his scarred skin and natural skin, the staples cold against your soft hands. He had grabbed you to push your hand away, fingers firm on your wrist, eyes glaring into your own. But something stopped him, and you’ll forever remember the feeling of rough skin beside soft skin, the staples' coolness a contrast to the heat of his skin. His eyes even seemed to change at that moment, softening as they looked into your own, his grip relaxing on your arm as you touched more of him. Since that first time, you found yourself craving the feeling of his skin, wanting to run your hands over him constantly, count his staples, and kiss his scars. He seemed surprised at the way you had planted delicate kisses over every line of his body, trailing along each scar and treating it so sweetly, never once flinching away or making the face many did when they saw him. 

It reminded him of the first time Keigo had touched him, something you weren’t aware of. The way Keigo’s hand held onto his wrist, not retreating when he felt the roughness of his scarred skin, instead holding tighter. The first time Keigo touched him it wasn’t sexual, but it turned into something more after each time. You had never realized the men were so close until all three of you were together and shared a moment. You paid close attention to the way they looked at each other, Keigo’s golden eyes staying on Dabi’s cool blue ones for most of the night. They never needed to look away to know where to touch or what to do, and thankfully you fit in perfectly. Dabi had been attracted to you for a while, though Keigo hadn’t given you much thought until that night. He was always more concerned with Dabi than anyone else in the room. But that night he saw you a bit differently, realizing how attractive you really were. He found himself almost just as drawn to your eyes as Dabi’s, whispering your name under his breath the first time you kissed. It sounded so serene coming from his lips. 

You had all made it a habit of being together quite often now, craving each other so desperately that even when the moment was slow, you had to be touching. You quickly picked up on the men’s sexual nuances. Keigo was a bit slower, much more gentle, but found himself losing control at times, something you often edged him towards, loving the way his voice got so deep and his breaths so heavy when he felt that way. Dabi was a bit rougher, liking to leave marks and hear you whine in both pain and pleasure, smirking to himself and calling you dirty things to see your reaction, loving the way your eyes light up when he calls you his slut. Keigo could never, even when he was feeling intense and moving quickly he would always call you by your name, maybe call you baby or little one if he was really losing himself. 

Tonight you were with Dabi, limbs tangled together on the bed as you ran sloppy kisses over each other’s bodies. Clothes were mostly discarded on the floor beside the bed, the light low and flickering as the fire had been lit for a while but was dimming over time. All that was left to cover you were a pair of socks, one slightly wrinkled and scrunched around your ankle as it got tugged down when your pants were torn off. Dabi wore only boxers, the waistline askew as you had been trying to tug them from his body for a minute but he kept trying to tease, tossing your hands away with a laugh after every attempt. Keigo was coming over, neither of you knew when, but you hoped soon. Dabi’s breaths were heavy and his hands were getting rougher, the way they drug over your skin, keeping your body close on top of his. He was so warm against you, chests pressed close together as your lips found his again, following his lead and biting down on his bottom lip. He loved when it went you got a bit rough, laughing to himself before flipping you over suddenly, pinning your body to the bed with his own. He scanned your face slowly, lips curved into a smirk and eyes hooded and dangerous as they trailed you. 

You squirmed beneath him, hands trying to pull him back down into a kiss, fingers wound tightly into his thick hair. His smirk was devious and his hands so easily took hold of your own, fingers winding around your wrists as he pinned them above you. His hands were so big, palms almost soft against your skin as his fingers wound around and overlapped each other, keeping your arms steady against the bed. You leaned up into him, body arching up into his, chests pressed together tightly. If the room around you wasn’t a bit cool you would be sweating, skin hot and nearly sticky as you tried to keep your body as close to his as possible. He grinned, face leaning down towards yours, lip barely brushing the surface of your skin, trailing from your chin to your temple. 

“So needy,” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear before he bit down on it, tugging just a bit as he shifted to hold both your wrists in one hand, trailing the other down your body. He took hold of your hip, nails digging into your skin as he ground his hips down against you, letting you feel his erection, a few beads of precum dribbling into his tight boxers. You shuddered, keeping yourself close to him as you rolled your hips up against him, happy to know he was as excited as you were right now. 

“What if I made you wait?” He asked, teasing as his tongue roamed down your neck, teeth sinking into the skin of your collarbone, making you whimper. He meant to wait for Keigo, leave you here like this with nothing more. 

“You wouldn’t do that,” You said back, tilting your head to the side to let him leave his mark on you, sucking on the slowly bruising skin of your collar. He laughed, the rumble deep in his chest and his eyes lit up as he looked back into yours. 

“Try me,” He whispered in a tone that could be mistaken for cruel but it made you smile, a blush dotting across your cheeks as you felt him wedge between your legs suddenly, pushing your thigh to the side for him to teasingly rub his cock between your legs, putting pressure over your clit. You gasped, jutting your hips up into him, silently begging him to do it again. His boxers were getting wetter now, his clothed cock trailing through your slick as you spread your legs wider for him. 

“You want it too,” You nearly moaned the words, his grip on your thigh firm, big hand rough as he dug his fingers into your skin, keeping your legs open for him. He trailed his tongue back up your throat, stopping at your chin and hovering his lips above your own. You whined and tried to connect your lips to his when his hand let go of your wrists suddenly and he took hold of your hair, tilting your head back harshly as he kissed beneath your jaw. Your hands grabbed hold of his shoulders as you squirmed beneath him, his body pushing harder into yours now as he rolled his hips onto you. 

“Hn!” You whimpered, pain shooting across your scalp as he chuckled quietly, his kisses softer as they came back up your face, his tongue grazing over the shell of your ear. 

“So fucking needy,” He practically growled, the hand holding your thigh moving over suddenly to let him slide his fingers between your lips, surprising you. You gasped loudly, pushing your hips into his hand as he pulled his body back just enough to leave room for him to run his fingers through your messy folds, thumb toying with your clit as his fingers were suddenly sinking into your pussy. He pulled your hair a bit harder, getting you to whimper for him again, your eyes closed tightly and your legs tensed as you held them open, feeling how deeply his fingers reached into your sex. He pushed onto your plush walls, scissoring his fingers slowly to let you feel yourself stretch out, the sound wet and messy as he fingered you quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, whining rhythmically with the movement of his fingers, his thumb pressing hard circles around your clit as it throbbed for him. 

He stopped suddenly, pulling his hand from you, a heavy string of your juices attached between his fingers as he held it up for you to see. He licked his lips before shoving his fingers into your already open mouth, letting you taste yourself and lick his fingers clean. He watched your expression as he pushed his fingers onto your tongue, getting you to open your mouth just a bit, letting your hair loose as he cradled your head gently in his hand instead. 

“What a good fucking slut,” He whispered, sending chills up your spine as you nodded slowly. You both peered over to the door when you heard the footsteps, boots hitting the hardwood and coming down the hall towards the open door. He pulled his fingers from your mouth slowly, resting his hand on the bed beside you now, holding himself up a bit to see who was coming through the door. It was Keigo, obviously, no one else was around today. Keigo held his jacket in one hand, the other trailing through his hair to brush it back and out of his face. It was very windblown and a mess, his tight shirt partially untucked and his belt already undone. 

He scoffed when he saw the two of you, not to offend but more so out of humor, nearly laughing at the sight. Your legs wide and Dabi’s hips between them, your chests both heaving as you breathed out, your neck covered in hickeys and his hair a mess from your hands. 

“Welcome in,” Dabi said coyly, his cool blue eyes scanning Keigo slowly, already drinking him in. Keigo grinned, knowing the look well before he looked at you. You started to sit up but Dabi quickly pinned you once more, keeping you in place as he “tsked” at you, not wanting you to get up. You pouted, wriggling your wrists just a bit as his fingers tightened and his body sank a bit heavier into yours, his cock pressing heavily against your folds. Keigo kicked his boots off, tossed his jacket atop them, and fanned out his wings for a moment before tucking them in neatly to his back, keeping them close to his body so they wouldn’t get in the way. He reached for Dabi first, leaning over the bed to take hold of his chin and bring him into a kiss, both their eyes fluttering closed as they kissed slowly. You could only watch, body held down helplessly by Dabi as the men greeted each other. Keigo’s hand trailed through Dabi’s hair slowly as Dabi sat up just enough to keep their lips connected, shifting just enough for you to feel his cock move across your body, making you whine. 

“Hello to you too,” Keigo said, pulling his lips from Dabi’s to look down at you, grinning at your compromised position. You smiled sweetly, his golden eyes making his expression soft as he glanced over your body, noting the marks on your neck and the sunken skin from Dabi’s nails in your hip and thigh. You tugged on your wrists and the men eyed each other for a moment, seeming to share some kind of communication before Dabi smirked and quickly shifted both of your bodies. He was easily able to sit up and pull you with him, tugging your arms instead to be behind your back as he moved to sit behind you as well, pulling you back against his chest as he forced your body to face Keigo’s at the side of the bed. One of his hands held both of yours together behind you, and the other pushed one of your legs to the side, giving Keigo a full view of dripping pussy before he ran his hand up your stomach and chest, holding onto one of your breasts as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hm,” Keigo made a small noise, showing approval as he sat down on his knees beside the bed, arms hooking beneath your legs to tug your hips in his direction just a bit further. Your body leaned back into Dabi’s, your arms folded neatly behind you as you felt his cock press into your lower back. Keigo’s eyes stayed on Dabi’s for a moment, the two sharing a long look before he leaned in between your legs, his breath soft against your lips as gently kissed the mound of your vulva. You whined, shifting to spread your legs further, trying to tilt your hips to guide his lips down but he only smirked, eyes on yours now. Dabi’s hand kneaded your breast, his lips kissing across your shoulder as your eyes were locked on Keigo’s, a shudder running through you as you felt Dabi pinch your nipple and Keigo stick his tongue out to slowly lick down your folds. 

“Oh!” You whimpered, tilting your head back against Dabi’s shoulder as Keigo’s tongue pressed flat between your lips, spreading them as he trailed down over your sensitive clit and towards your pussy. 

“My god,” He muttered, tongue dipping into you to drink you in before he trailed it back up to your clit, flicking over it slowly to make you moan. You could feel Dabi grin against your skin as he toyed with your nipple, biting down on your shoulder now to make you wince, your body arching as you felt the mix of pain from his teeth and pleasure from Keigo’s tongue. Keigo was delicate but not slow, his tongue fluttering perfectly over your clit as he held your hips close to his face, hands grabbing hold of your hips as he closed his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him, pleasure written across his expression as his eyebrows relaxed and he leaned into your taste. His thumbs rubbed delicate circles over your hip bones as he alternated between your clit and your pussy, tongue moving quickly to dip into you between licks on your throbbing clit. You were a mess, moaning and gasping at the feeling of him between your legs and Dabi trailing kisses and bites over your shoulder and neck, his hand working at both of your breasts, teasing your nipples. 

Both men knew when you were about to cum as you gasped loudly and your legs twitched, Keigo holding onto you a bit tighter as you felt your back arch and Dabi’s hand grip your arms to keep them back as you whined. Your legs were shaking as Keigo’s eyes opened again and stared up at you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his tongue moved quickly over your clit, drawing your orgasm from you. You were loud, whimpering and moaning into Dabi’s ear as Keigo sucked on your clit and lapped up everything you spilled for him. Your body shook and Dabi kept you against him, his lips trailing to your ear now to bite down and whisper to you. 

“What a good slut,” His voice was quiet and deep as you shivered from the sound, hips jutting involuntarily against Keigo’s tongue. Your movements slowed and Keigo’s tongue followed your lead, licking up and down you once more, sucking on your dripping sex for another moment before pulling away and sitting up taller. You bit your lip as you let out shaky breaths, watching Keigo lean in towards Dabi, their lips connecting again, tongues meeting in the middle as they shared a deep kiss. Dabi released your arms, letting you pull them out from behind yourself as his hand trailed down between your legs, his fingers spreading and toying with your lips for a moment before he gave a soft smack on your clit, making your body jerk up and a loud whine came from you. He grinned against Keigo’s mouth, rubbing his fingers over your aching clit for another moment before the two men parted and Keigo climbed onto the bed. He pushed Dabi onto his back and ran his hands slowly over his chest and stomach, eyeing him before looking at you. 

He nodded his head to the side, directing you to move closer, glancing at Dabi’s cock before looking back at you. You nodded, tugging Dabi’s boxers off quickly as Keigo leaned down to kiss him again, Dabi’s hands trailing over his sides as their tongues wound together again. You took hold of Dabi’s cock, sitting beside his now naked body at his hip, his legs twitching for just a moment as your hands moved delicately over his length. Your palms were soft against his skin, hands wrapping around his cock to rub up and down it as he took hold of Keigo’s hair, their kiss heavier as their lips moved harder against each other. You bit your lip, shifting a bit to lean down and take the tip of his cock in your mouth, eliciting a gasp from him out of surprise. You glanced up at him, lips wrapped around his tip as you flicked your tongue across it, licking up the precum that came leaking out suddenly. Keigo’s lips trailed down his neck, careful over his scars as he kissed and sucked on his skin, hands still firm on his chest as he kept him in place. 

You shifted on the bed just enough to give Keigo the room to lay his own body beside Dabi’s, trailing one hand down his chest and across the muscles of his stomach and hips. You took more of Dabi’s cock in your mouth, letting it fill your throat as you could feel the way it twitched with pleasure. One of his hands suddenly wound into your hair, gripping it tightly as you bobbed your head, letting his tip hit the back of your throat each time. Your tongue followed up and down his length with your movements, flat and pushing against the thick vein that ran down the bottom of his shaft. His hand guided you, his movements were a bit sloppy as he was focused on both your lips and Keigo’s at the same time. He held your head down onto him, filling your throat with his length and almost eliciting a gag but you tightened your lips and closed your eyes, letting him move you as he wished. 

“Ah-!” You gasped softly when he pulled you from his cock, taking in a deep breath as you watched him sit up a bit, pushing Keigo down to his length now. You grinned, scooting up his body to lean into his lips, catching him off guard. He let out a soft sigh and wound an arm around your waist, tugging you closer, chests pressing together as you kissed. Your eyes fell closed and your hands held his shoulders, tongues dancing together as he let out small groans from the way Keigo was teasing him. Keigo’s hands teased his inner thighs and his tongue trailed around his shaft, kissing and licking his balls before running his tongue up his length and taking him in his mouth finally. 

The second blowjob was short-lived, Keigo taking control suddenly as he moved from Dabi’s cock and quickly lifted you to sit atop Dabi’s lap instead. He trailed gentle hands over your body, fingers delicate as they ran down your back and over your hips, positioning you over Dabi’s cock. Dabi’s hands went between your legs, his fingers sliding between your lips to toy with your sensitive clit. You gasped, biting your lip as he grinned up at you, relaxing back into the bed as your body leaned over his own. His hand took hold of his cock, standing it up for you as Keigo’s hands guided your hips to sit. Your pussy swallowed it slowly, pulsing already as the girth filled you, stretching your walls as you whimpered at the sensation. Keigo was behind you suddenly, hard chest against your back as his lips trailed across your ear, making you shiver. 

“I’m next, love,” He said sweetly, planting a soft kiss beneath your ear as his thumbs stroked your hips. You blushed, Dabi seeing it and a smirk flashing across his face for a moment, his fingers still teasing your clit as you sat onto him, his length filling you completely now. Your hips jutted as Dabi lifted his own, pushing himself into you harder as Keigo held your body atop him, keeping you down as your legs shook just a bit. 

“Hn!” You whined, tilting your head back onto Keigo’s shoulder as his lips trailed your neck, kissing softly over your skin as Dabi started to fuck himself up into you. Your knees held you up, your legs shaking as you felt him move beneath you, jutting up into your body as his fingers so skillfully circled your clit. You whimpered and moaned with his every move, his hand coming away suddenly and giving another soft smack to your clit, your eyes flashing open for a moment before rolling back as he did it again, grinning to himself. Keigo held you up, kissing across your shoulder as his hands kept hold of your hips. Your own hands were on Dabi’s chest, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucked you. 

“Where do you want it, slut?” Dabi asked suddenly and Keigo pulled himself from your back, standing beside the bed now and stripping himself, letting Dabi do as he pleased again. You whimpered, feeling weak as you fell into his body, not being held up anymore as you could feel his cock twitch inside you. He was going to cum. His fingers moved fast on your clit, your body shaking as you felt close to another orgasm. His other hand wound into your hair, tugging you down to him, tilting your head back roughly as he licked along your ear. 

“I asked you a question,” He warned, and you nodded, searching for your words as you felt your pussy suddenly pulse, tightening around him, practically swallowing him suddenly. He gasped, letting out a soft moan against your ear before a soft chuckle came from his lips. He slowed his movements just a bit, eyes between you now as he watched his cock sink into your dripping pussy, feeling it clench around his length as your body shook with your orgasm. 

“What a good slut,” He whispered, biting your ear suddenly as you felt him fill you, gasping softly at the heat you felt inside you suddenly, his own body tensing for a moment as he came deep inside you. You lay atop him for another few moments, his hands slow as they stroked your hair and your hip, his lips trailing down your neck. He rolled you over carefully and you realized Keigo had laid a towel out across the bed exactly where it needed to be as you rolled onto your back and stretched a bit. Dabi got up, slow as he pulled his length from you, little whimpers leaving your lips as he cleaned himself up. You started to sit up a bit, reaching for a corner of the towel to clean yourself up but Keigo was quicker, climbing onto the bed and sitting between your legs, resting on his own folded legs as he cleaned you up carefully. You blushed, not yet opening your eyes as you felt his thumb trail slowly between your lips after dropping the towel. 

“My turn,” He said softly, partly a question and partly a statement. You peeked up at him, naked now as his eyes trailed your body slowly. Your legs still twitched and your body was covered in purple and red marks from Dabi’s fingers and teeth. The bed dipped a bit as Dabi sat back down, leaning onto his side beside you, watching your expression as Keigo moved in closer between your legs. Your thighs wrapped around his hips as he leaned down to brush his lips against your own. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, a few of his feathers fluttering across your forearms as you adjusted them making sure not to lean against them. You could feel his cock resting against you, heavy on your stomach as he ran a hand across your cheek and through your hair slowly. 

“I’ll be gentle baby,” He whispered into your lips, the kiss soft as you felt his other hand run down your waist, palm gentle against your skin as he held your hip. Dabi reached out and stroked his back slowly, teasing the edges of his feathers and making him shiver. Dabi smirked, watching the two of you as Keigo trailed his tongue across your bottom lip before your tongue found his. He shifted his hips a bit, lifting up from you enough to let his cock fall between your legs, making you whine as you felt its heaviness against your folds. His hand guided it slowly, trailing his tip between your folds, precum wetting you again before he prodded your entrance carefully. You whimpered, head tilting back as your lips pulled from his, feeling the familiar stretch again already. 

Your arms tightened around him, feeling his solid body above you as he slowly slid into your entrance. Even being fucked mere moments ago your walls squeezed him, practically sucking him in as he burried himself inside you. Your head tilted further back, lips parting and little whimpers were all that could leave your lips as Keigo ran the hand that was holding his cock back up your folds and teased your clit. Your body shook, your hips pushing into his own as you tried to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you while his fingers circled your aching clit. You were close to numb from the way you came before, and his lips leaning to your ear made you almost lose your breath. 

“Feels so good,” Keigo whispered, his voice having an edge to it as you could tell how badly he wanted to fuck the shit out of you. He was being patient though, waiting for you to relax beneath him. You did slowly, your thighs loose around his hips now, his body sitting up enough to let him see you, strong hand holding your belly down as his thumb delicately fluttered across your clit. Your hands held onto his waist now, fingers digging into his skin as you let yourself relax, eyes falling closed as you felt his free hand run through your hair sweetly, his thumb brushing gingerly over your cheek as he watched your face. Dabi smirked beside him, leaning in beside you and taking hold of your jaw in his hand, his lips trailing your ear as he whispered. 

“Look at him while he fucks you, slut,” Your eyes shot open to obey him, eyes looking up into the golden iris’s of Keigo who was more than ready to start moving his hips and feel your pussy pull him back in. You gasped when you felt him pull out, not completely but enough to let you only feel his tip once more. He was still more gentle than Dabi, but the way he thrust his hips you could tell how badly he needed this. Dabi’s hand held your face and his voice was a growl in your ear, warning you to keep your eyes open as Keigo fucked you. His hand came to your hip, holding you down as he drilled into you, his own soft moans covered by your loud whines and gasps as your legs shook and your nails dug into his hips. Your back arched high and you could hear Dabi chuckle softly beside you, his other hand now toying with your breasts, squeezing them roughly as Keigo kept his eyes on you. 

“Hm,” Keigo leaned down suddenly, shifting your hips to tilt them up for him, his body pressed close to yours as he brought you into a passionate kiss. “Can you cum again for me?” He asked and your words were incoherent but you nodded fast to tell him yes. You wanted to so badly, just for him. He smiled, eyes falling closed again as he kissed you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close as you rolled your hips up against him, making him moan against your lips. Dabi grinned, sitting back a bit as he watched, your bodies tangled together and Keigo’s grip now on the bed as he held himself up just enough to keep thrusting into you, his breath suddenly harsh as he felt himself about ready. You bit onto his lip softly, not wanting him to pull from the kiss as you felt your pussy pulsing, your body shaking with your orgasm, sending him over the edge with you. He gasped, hips stopping as he pushed himself as deeply into you as possible, letting you roll your hips against him, creating friction on your aching clit as you came, pulsing around him and milking his own orgasm. 

“Ah-!” You whined, feeling his hips twitch slightly, his cock prodding against your cervix as you felt your body coming down once again. He kissed you again, his lips slow as he cupped your face gently, your bodies pulling from each other slowly. 

“Shh,” Dabi whispered into your ear as Keigo cleaned himself up, his cock dripping from a mix of your fluids as Dabi grabbed a towel to help. One of his hands rubbed your inner thigh slowly, and the other cleaned you up carefully. You twitched with every movement of the soft towel and Dabi cooed at you sweetly. Keigo put his underwear back on and laid beside you, kissing your temple softly and you could feel a bit of the sweat on your own forehead as well as his lip. You hadn’t realized until now how hot you all were. Dabi kissed across your body, reaching every mark he left behind while Keigo brushed your hair back with his fingers. Your hands reached out and you took hold of both of theirs, grinning with closed eyes as you lay with them.

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Which Digimon would Hazbin Hotel Characters Have? ((Potential Spoilers))

((Well, you guys asked for it and here I am to deliver. Side note, I love how there's already crossover fan art about this topic. Ya'll artists work fast dood. Anyway, as usual, unless specified otherwise, everyone gets a rookie level Digimon and they work their way up to at least Mega. Also, I'll try to prevent duplicates as much as possible. Fortunately, there's not too many characters to work with right now, so it shouldn't be too much of an issue. Finally, if you have ideas of your own, feel free to let me know.

Starting things off with the show's main character, Charlie Morningstar. And considering her relationship with both Razzle and Dazzle, I can hear strong arguments for Dracomon. Not only does Dracomon have 2 different main Digivolution lines, one with Thuraiyadramon as its mega and the other with Breakdramon, but also the fact that Dracomon are known to be ferocious, but show their gentle side toward those they trust like how Razzle and Dazzle are known to be a little mischievous but very loyal to Charlie and her companions. That being said, I might switch Breakdramon's mega form out with Examon since Breakdramon's known for going on rampages, causing destruction wherever it goes and Examon is a loyal Digimon Knight. That and for the past while, I can't help but imagine a giant Digimon like Examon or Tyrannomon simply lowering its head so Charlie and feed it and pet it. That image is adorable to me and is now on my list of reasons why I wish I could draw.

Next is Charlie's girlfriend, Vaggie, and I think Morphomon would suit her pretty well. Morphomon's carefree personality could mesh well with Vaggie's more serious and reserved self, being the only other person beside Charlie she can be open with and let her guard down around. Considering that Morphomon is also known for being cautious around others, needing to touch them first in order to determine if they're safe to be around, they can relate to each other. Not only that but it could also be a symbol of her relationship with Charlie during Season 1 of the show thanks to its power of illusion, since Vaggie hid the fact that she was a former demon exterminator throughout their whole relationship thus resulting in Charlie questioning if their whole relationship was built on lies despite believing that they shared everything they knew about each other. As for whether to let it keep its main evolution line or switch it to Hudiemon is up for debate.

Now onto my personal favorite character in the series so far, Alastor. And honestly, I think I have the perfect Digimon line for him, starting off with the Rookie being Dracmon. Dracmon are known for being the most mischievous Digimon causing pranks throughout the Dark Area. Granted, I don't see Alastor being a prankster, I do see him enjoying a bit of mayhem and could relate to Dracmon's ability to keeping a smile on his face and its ability to control others by having them look into the eyes on their hands could prove useful for some underhanded tactics. For champion, I have Bakemon for 2 reasons. 1, Bakemon's main attack, Hell's hand, which literally drag its victims to hell, like Alastor capturing souls to be forever tormented in whatever radio pocket dimension he has and 2, Bakemon are known for completely destroying any computer system it possesses. I think you know where this is going. For ultimate, we have Pumpkinmon. Granted not too much of a connection there outside of its origin being based on a rumor of it being a virus crafted on Halloween night, yet is completely docile toward others, which could link to Alastor's mysterious reputation as one of the most devious overlords in Hell, but for some reason, is willing to help Charlie with her goals. Finally we have the mega form being Noblepumpkinmon which fits Alastor to a T. It's a neutral Digimon who only wants to put a smile on other people's faces, it's both cheerful and mischievous, and just look at it.

Tell me this doesn't just scream Alastor. I dare you dood.

Now honestly, Angel Dust was hard for me to figure out. At best, I can think of is maybe Vemmon mainly due to it being an artificial Digimon programmed to do one thing and one thing only by its creator only to turn against said creator when it became powerful enough, like how Valentino owns Angel Dusts soul and makes him star in his films for long, tedious hours and is currently showing signs of defiance as shown when he got in between him and Niffty. That and Vemmon's name being taken from "Venom", anyone who watched the show knows what I'm talking about there, and Vemmon has the ability to turn its victims into Oinkmon and Angel Dust happens to have a pig for a pet named Fat Nuggets. Its champion form, Snatchmon still works, but its ultimate and mega forms are the ones I have problems with, unless if we see Angel Dust reaching his breaking point and pulling a huge crash out in Season 2 or 3. For now, I'm switching the ultimate form to Master Tyrannomon due to it being a Digimon known for its battle scars, and while Angel Dust may not have any physical scars (that we know about), he certainly have some mental ones. In fact, it would be interesting to see Master Tyrannomon as a physical representation of all the emotional scars Angel Dust has gotten from being under Valentino's thumb. Finally, the mega form would be Gaiomon, which I think is a neat way of showing Angel Dust being "reborn" and overcoming his situation.

Husk was also tricky to figure out. At first I wanted to given him a Demidevimon to represent him working for Alastor, but I don't think it would fit him personality wise. So instead, I'm giving him a Gotsumon to start, who are known for being cheerful, but at the same time can be a bit of a bully, which I think is more fitting for Husk's more blunt and grumpy personality. That and he's a bartender so chances are an "on the rocks" pun would be worked in somehow. I can't think of one right now, but you know. Now Deputymon might seem a bit odd at first until you recall that both it and Husk love gambling. For the ultimate, I'm giving him Reapmon because of how it looks, the theory about it being a demon lord digimon in disguise, and how it's an all knowledgeable Digimon willing to give up info in exchange for a price, which may seem more on Alastor's Ally, but Alastor isn't the only one binding people via deals. And the mega form will be Beelzemon because out of the mega forms I see available for this line, he's the most fitting.

Now we move on to Niffty, the little maid demon that stabbed Adam to death in the season finale. And no, I'm not going to give her any of the maid sisters as I don't think any of them would suit her. Instead I'm giving her a Gumdramon for 2 reasons. 1, Gumdramon are mischevious Digimon that loves to show off in dangerous situations, which would mesh well with Niffty's somewhat unhinged personality (as long as Gumdramon doesn't make a mess everywhere) and 2, Gumdramon's hidden potential as it can warp Digivolve into its mega, Arresterdramon. Considering the current theories about Niffty being an unknown overlord, it would be interesting to see her unlock that warp Digivolution somehow.

Next up, Lucifer and I have 2 different digimon lines in mind for him. First is obviously Lucemon due to the name, them being the rulers of Hell and Dark Web and their not-so-great relationship with heaven. Lucemon's idea to create a new world might not be good in the long run, but I'll wait until the show gets longer before fully deciding that. Though instead of the Shadowlord Mode, I'm sticking him with its X-Antibody form. The other being Toy Agumon due to his creativity, but I can't think of anything pass that as of right now, so if you have any ideas, please let me know.

Now we have Sir Pentious and you already know he's going to get a line with Digitamamon being the Ultimate stage. And I do like the idea of Minervamon being the Mega Form showing Sir Pentious's redemption after some build up of Digitamamon potentially becoming either Devitamon or Titamon if not raised properly or if Sir Pentious still had the idea of some form of revenge in the back of his head. As for the rookie form, sadly, there aren't many snake like Digimon to my surprise so I guess the main form, Goburimon would work for now.

Up next is Cherri Bomb and like Sir Pentious, her Digimon line is a little obvious with the Champion form being BomberNanimon. Whether it starts as Hagurumon or Impmon, I'll leave that up for debate. Keeping with the bomb theme, Giromon can become the ultimate form, and I guess we can make Chaosdramon the mega as its the only one in the line I can see that makes sense considering it's kind of a powerhouse that destroys everything around it, you know, like a bomb. Sadly, I only have enough time for one more today, but if ya'll enjoy this idea, I'll come back and make a Pt 2 of this. For now, let's end things off with another character that I really like and wish to see more of.

As we've seen so far, Emily is practically heaven's version of Charlie as they have the same energetic and empathetic personality. That said, I'm going to give her a Digimon that might be on the nose starting off, but might also be more interesting later on. I'm giving her a Patamon to start off with. Why a Patamon instead of a Salamon? You'll find out if I ever make a Pt 2. If you haven't figured it out already. So yeah, we'll stick with the main line being Angemon, then Magna Angemon, then whichever holy Digimon that floats your boat... if Emily stays in heaven. Remember, Sera warned her that going against Heaven's guidelines would result in her becoming fallen, and if that happens, that's when the Digivolution line changes from the Angemon line to the Devimon line as it is rumored that Devimon are actually fallen Angemon.

((And that's the list as of right now. What did you guys think? Interesting enough for a Pt 2 in the future? Let me know and thanks for reading.))

[hyperrkylo]

COLA

// PHIGHTING! OC

❝ 𝐁𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞

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PROFILE

name ; Cola

pronouns ; he/him

height ; 5’6 2/3

age ; 17

birthday ; 4 March

gear ; Bloxy Cola

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PERSONAL STATUS

Faction ; Factionless

Occupation(s) ; Painter / Photographer

Status ; Alive

Relations ;

Chez (Sibling)

Paint Grenade (Friend)

Blade (Friend)

Traffic (Semi-Friend)

Galactic (Mutual)

Hyperlaser (Mutual)

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BACKGROUND

Cola is a 17 year old demon who is currently on the run with his younger brother despite not necessarily doing anything illegal. He is a photographer who also enjoys watercolor painting. He used to be a cake decorator but eventually got bored of it and quit.

TIMELINE

[ To be added ]

APPEARANCE

[ picture ^ ]

PERSONALITY

Cola is a more “tame” version of Chez, being more calm and chill than his younger sibling.

Cola decides to be more passive aggressive than directly aggressive, unlike Chez. He tends to use threats though if things end up going too far to him.

He has a similar attitude to Chez, but he is way nicer and way more reliable. He isn’t all that hyperactive, but he has enough energy to keep up either Chez and his shenanigans.

Even though he doesn’t look the nicest, he tries to be. Or, he tries to be nicer than most people he meets.

Despite being a better version of Chez, he still has flaws. He tends to lie a lot and has trouble sympathizing with others, also taking things less serious than he should be sometimes.

Cola is responsible, but he can be a bit judgmental. He is also really indecisive about some things.

If he really doesn’t like someone, he will make sure they get a hint about how he feels about them, though he won’t directly tell them that he hates or strongly dislikes them.

Even though he’s more mature than Chez, that doesn’t mean he’s completely better. Cola also engages with the activities Chez partakes in, causing destruction and havoc with his sibling simply because it’s fun to him. Cola can be ruthless during these times.

He doesn’t always agree with how his sibling acts, so he sometimes forces Chez to do better things.

Also he’s smart, I promise.

RELATIONS

Chez ;

Younger sibling who can get on his nerves, but still deeply cares about.

Paint Grenade ;

A close friend who Cola enjoys talking to. They rarely see each other though due to Cola always having to move, they digitally keep in contact though.

Blade ;

A friend due to both of them having the same kind of problems, they can relate to each other to an extent and always have each others’ backs.

Traffic ;

Met while Traffic was on one of his “adventures.” Both of them got along well but they don’t talk much anymore. If Cola sees him again he does wanna catch up.

Galactic ;

Both talk every now and then, but Cola is still weary of him since he knew about the incident Galactic had in the past. Cola would probably consider him a friend if he didn’t know about the events that occurred back then to Galactic.

Hyperlaser ;

Their personalities somehow mesh well which makes them both somewhat get along. Cola likes to talk to Hyperlaser every now and then but keeps cautious of him.

TRIVIA

He is holding a chug jug lmao

Cola drinks orange juice with pulp in it

He also regularly drinks acid

Probably sucks at driving

Resting bitch-face

Trips other demons because its funny

Would probably win in a phight against the president

If you shake him, his horns will probably explode.

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SIDE NOTES

his personality bothers me but i’ll leave it for now..

lmao his appearance does not match his personality actually-

Dialogue coming never

He looks very evil but he is really nice I promise.

Galactic made by Tozuko, Paint Grenade and Blade are made by me.

check the blog inethrix for updates about my characters if ur interested or something.

[sapphic-agent]

Will work on my Izuocha ask. But here lets talk about Momo. She had a powerful OP quirk and so much potential but is shafted bc she has to be Mineta's target and also an "eye candy" for the fans. I say this as there many, many nsfw works of Momo where...well you get the gist.

1) Momo can create anything as long she can visualize in her mind. She could have been s great ally and friend to Izu as I think she would have to analyse her quirk (would be nice Izu having someone who does analyses too and isnt seen as "creepy")

2) Momo is rich. Extremely so, so why is she a hero? I know is an unfair question as we dont even get the answer for the mc(yes we got a generic "I want to help" but like come on this could have been more explored). But like if she is not doing for the money...then why? What is the endgoal? "I want to be a hero bc...bc!" Every kid, to me, seems to just want to be a hero bc yes (makes make me think: is the mkt in this world is that strong?)

3) Why she is wearing that uniform? While I get the intention of Izu having a costume that is "cosplay for poor" Why Momo used that? Did someone made her mind?(can see Midnight here but I admit I prefer her as a dark figure rather "she is the best woman on earth") like I know Hori did for fanservice but is a fanservice that hurts the character

4) is it canon she has meet Shoto before? Fanon seems to say in fics "Momo and Shoto are rich kids friends" which I mean, make sense as she is a heir (we dont even know what her family does) I ask this bc...IF this is true, did Momo had any positive thought about Endy?

5) Her quirk is super OP...and while I dont think she needs a quirk awaken I do think she, a minor in possession of such quirk needed more protection ...which makes me think if she was to have protection...would be bc of her op quirk or money?

1. I would love to see Yaoyorozu and Izuku interact more! I think they'd mesh well, especially since they're both intellectual people. Could have made for some fun scenes.

2. Yes, she needs a goal! Some have brought up that she could be the result of a successful quirk marriage that wasn't as abusive or dysfunctional as the Todorokis and tbh I think that's my headcanon now. They do imply that every kid wants to be a hero, but the kind of person she is I feel like it should go behind childhood dreams.

3. According to Horikoshi, this was Yaomomo's decision. Apparently, she wanted to show even more skin to make her quirk more accessible, but they restricted her (realistically, it's Hori being a perv). The theme of her suit is supposed to be "functionality" I'm guessing due to the kind of person she is. But the way her costume is, is more of a hindrance than a help. I said this to @anti-katsuki-lounge but she has no chest protection and the bookcase on her back could easily break her spine if she falls on it. I also always thought it would have made more sense for her to have an open back instead of an open chest since her back would be bigger space than her chest and she ends up ripping her shirt to make things out of her back anyway.

4. Yeah fanon is gonna have to take the L here. It's implied that Todoroki was completely isolated. Endeavor didn't even let him see his sibling let alone other kids. I'm almost sure he was homeschooled and even if he wasn't, Izuku was his first friend. And him and Yaomomo don't act like they knew each other beforehand, at most they knew of each other because of the recommendation exam.

5. Yes her quirk is super OP. Tbh, what would a quirk awakening for her even look like?

[gnomeniche]

what the dhmis dead son theory might mean for the other two

here’s my attempt to turn the “yellow guy was based on lesley’s dead son” theory into something that’s a little more interesting to me.

like i said, i don’t dislike this theory! i think it makes sense. but it’s a bit basic. also like i said, i think a lot of people fail to address one of the most interesting questions this raises, aka “what does that say about the other two?” or at least, they fail to address it in a way that feels emotionally satisfying to Me Personally.

TL;DR the other two, as characters on the in-universe show that lesley runs, were based on real life friends of lesley’s son who died in the same accident. her feelings toward them are a complex mix of love, as they were her son's dear friends who she knew well, and blame for her son’s death, as it is because they were hanging out together by the road that the accident happened.

so quick disclaimer: this post won’t necessarily mesh with my other theories. but that’s fine. i can have whatever theories i want, contradictory as they may be, because anything could happen in this show and i want to explore the Whole range of possibilities.

here are my disagreements

i’ve seen people take evidence from the imagine sequence in “transport,” and i will do so as well. the basic framework, where lesley's son ran into the road pursuing something and got hit by a car, seems right to me. but where i disagree with other theorizers is that i do NOT think duck was based on the family dog, though i DO think he was a reason lesley's son died. 

yes, the pet gag is funny. but why would lesley make a whole character on her show based on her dog? a character who has a very colorful, very human personality and is portrayed as an equal to the other two and not the funny family pet? he IS a talking animal, but red is a fantasical creature. and i haven't seen people theorize that red is based on a real life pet.

also, the imagine sequence does not need to line up perfectly with what may have happened in reality. if we’re already assuming that duck is represented as a bird in the imagine sequence (+ the world of the show) but was not actually a bird, it could be reasonable to think that he was a human in real life, too. and the dog thing might be a consequence of how she blames him more than the other one for her son’s death.

so here’s the scenario

lesley, a television screenwriter, and her beloved son (yellow, who we'll call david) moved into a new town. her son made fast friends with the neighbors' boy (red, who we'll call R) and by extension, his best friend (duck, who we'll call B for Bird bc D would get confusing). this accounts for how the two on the show are portrayed as somewhat closer to each other than to yellow.

lesley liked R bc she became more familiar with him due to proximity and a fairly approachable personality. B, on the other hand, was not quite as approachable. perhaps he was mean to david at first before they worked through it and became thick as thieves. this accounts for the roles she gives their characters on the show; while she blames both of them for being bad friends to her son, she already liked R more.

on the other hand, david was growing into a teenager. he started to develop his own opinions and go out with just his friends more often, and thus he had more conflict with his mother. i think lesley greatly loved her son, but she was overprotective. this ties into her keeping the students safely at home and the themes of parental control and enforced childhood in dhmis as a whole.

so even while she came to like his friends, she distrusted them. she'd always grab them and make them promise to look out for her son before they went out, and the three of them would roll their eyes but agree. doesn't she know that teens are invincible? smh. this brings in the line about red and duck being “in charge of” yellow. lesley metaphorically put her son’s friends “in charge of” his safety.

but of course, one day, they failed. lesley wasn't there when it happened. but what she learned is that they were hanging out by the road, B was joking around with david, and they failed to notice that they were too close to the road and a car was coming fast.

as for the line about them dying on the same day in the same kind of accident but in different locations... maybe they didn't all die Immediately when the crash happened. maybe one died instantly, one died in the hospital, and one died... somewhere else i dunno. listen. i'm trying to make it work.

how it became the show

after they died, lesley threw herself into her writing. she wanted to remember her son, so she created yellow guy based on him. she didn't want a character based on her son to be all alone, and again, she had a fondness for the other two despite the bitterness. david loved them, after all, and they also died that day. didn't they also deserve to be remembered? so she based this character's two friends on her son's real life friends. she never explicitly spoke of her inspirations to anyone, but the passion behind this project bled through, and it got picked up as a children's show.

despite these good intentions, she still blamed the friends for her son's death. if B hadn't gone too far... if david hadn't been hanging out with them... if they hadn't taken him away from her sight... so this contributed to the way she wrote the characters based on them. they're good friends! (writes them as if they don't really care). they love him! (writes them as thoughtlessly hurting him). she had a deep ambivalence for those two real boys that she knew was unfair. so she projected it onto her characters.

she couldn't do anything for the three of them in real life. but on the show, she can teach them good life lessons. on the show, she can make sure they don't step out of line. on the show, the other two will not fail at looking out for her son. on the show, she can punish them for what they did do wrong.

but all out of love, of course!

there's something infecting the show from outside in the form of the executives' drive to make money. but there's also a deep rot at the heart of the show, a twisted view of childhood and the world covered up with sweetness and light. the webseries explores the former; does the tv series explore the latter?

coda

i like to think of it this way rather than with the dog theory because on a thematic level, there’s always three of them. whether it’s three actors, three characters, or as it may be, three dead kids, there’s three of them. and their relationships to each other are at the heart of dhmis. even in a different life as guys who aren’t Really our current guys, i think that's true. and i think dehumanizing any of them does that theme a disservice.

[ladyzerodark]

So just to keep it clear, most of these ships are from crossover aus.  The most used AU is the one I call Rent Free, a mass crossover au that takes the term "Lives in your head rent free" quite literally. (Kinda, they still need to pay rent).  If I mention World's End, that's the setting of Rent Free.

May split this into two posts depending on how long this is.

Also I'm going to just focus on the relationships with EACH OTHER for now.  If there's any other interest, I can delve into their relationships with other people in each other's lives, much like how I did with Sans and Cinder in a previous post.

Anyway.

Let's start with Soren X Durant

Originally, these two were just going to be friends.

While Soren is much goofier and laidback compared to Durant, I found their attitudes meshing pretty well while coming up with ideas for them.  It took a while for them to actually be officially friends, since Durant takes a while to warm up to folks and Soren can be... a lot.

The two met through becoming Guards for World's End's council.  It annoys Durant, at first, because he doesn't fully trust Soren yet (not after finding out about Viren being his father).  But, the way he sees it, his lord, Euden, and Soren's lords, Ezran and Callum, are friends and the two have vouched for the knight, so he can't be all bad.

After some training together and seeing how much his wolves love Soren, Durant begrudgingly accepted Soren's constant offers of friendship (he wore him down lol).  The two of them ended up being partners for the most part, working together during shifts.

Their relationship became more than platonic when I start imagining them as (obviously) roommates.  Soren would wake up Durant by literally bouncing on his bed, Durant would let his wolves snuggle with Soren.  They ended up being more affectionate with each other and just kind of evolved from there.  No big fanfare, just two dudes realizing "Huh.  We're good togther.  Let's try it."

The two have more of that vibe of stereotypical "bromance" and Soren is definitely the more affectionate of the two when it comes to PDA.  While Durant is very quiet in his affection, he's very protective of his partner and will defend Soren with his life.

As far as how this idea came to be, it's mostly the case of: I was into both Dragon Prince and Dragalia at the same time.  Out of most of these, the development just kinda happened.  Like I said before, their personalities meshed for me when having them interact despite being so different.

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Figures that the next 2nd highest pairs had a fire emblem character in there lol. I'll start with Titania and King Hassan.

Before Rent Free, I was doing a mass mobile game crossover, where the player (my character Dark), was able to summon folks from different mobile games to combat a virus called the "Mad Moon".  Nothing came of it, but it is something like Rent Free's predecessor.

Titania has a very complicated relationship with the concept of death.  It took many people she cared for and loved.  She didn't fear it for herself, but feared it for others.  Being summoned to Askr has been a bit of a relief, as the summoner did everything they could to keep her loved ones safe when she could not.

Meeting the man known as the King Hassan was alarming at first.  For a moment she thought she was staring the grim reaper in the eyes.  It was only when her summoner introduced the two of them that she noticed something about this reaper.

The blue lights, his eyes, were shining with something akin to affection for her summoner, his master, as he called her.

She could tell he was trustworthy.

As the two were considered seasoned warriors, both Titania and King Hassan (affectionately dubbeed Grampa Hassan by the younger assassins) would train the younger fighters and help improve their skills.  Over the course of time, they ended up growing close as allies, though Hassan was clearly drawing a line between them, something that Titania didn't mind.  She knew enough assassins to understand why he did such a thing.

The Old Man of the Mountain himself respected the red haired paladin, watching as she trained future fighters and continued to grow.  He noticed how she didn't mind the aura of death around him, how she could easily tell how much he cared about his master.  In all fairness, he could see the affection she had for his master, her summoner, as well.

He could tell that she would not easily betray them.

Their protectiveness of those they cared for only drew them closer.  An unspoken bond between protectors formed.  The two seek out each other's company, feeling at peace with someone who understands them.

While this isn't the most romantic ships, that wasn't really my intention.  It could very well be romantic, but it would be subtle.  Like for the longest time you see these two just hanging out, then one day Hassan happens to kiss her hand and you're like "WAIT WHAT THE HECK".  I don't think there would be any sexual stuff between the two, the closest to physical affection they'd get would be a hug.

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Now for Ced and Lloyd.

This ship is relatively new for me, but I still have thoughts about them.  Should also note that while this COULD work for series!Lloyd, I'm kinda basing this off Movie!Lloyd.

Here's my thought process behind them being good fits: both boys have very tense relationships with their fathers, are associated with the color green, have ancestors that are considered insanely powerful, and they are part of some kind of resistance force.  They surprisingly have a lot in common, even with their desire to help everyone.

The relationship might be a bit rocky; Ced has a tendency to hyperfocus on things and ignore others, while not meaning to. Lloyd has to deal with his own depression and fears of being abandoned for what his father had done.  They'd need to have clear communication for the relationship to work, but that would take time and a lot of therapy on both ends.

As far as how they'd meet, it'd definitely be in a school setting.  Lloyd happens to be walking to class with his friends and sees Ced performing magic with an outdoor class and being in complete awe of his abilities.  Similarly, Ced happens to see Lloyd use spinjutsu and immediately grows fascinated by the power. What starts as a "hey I want to learn how you're able to do that" relationship would build into a friendship, which would develope into something more later on.

Again, I'm still very much working out the details of their relationship.

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Since we're on a fire emblem kick, let's jump to Underswap Sans and Ephraim!

This pair came from a Three Houses Crossover AU that I just vaguely posted about on my art blog but never really got around to writing it. I'm going off memory for most of the bits about the AU, so keep that in mind.

Underswap Sans, whom I'll call Blue for the sake of simplicity, was the son of a merchant in the Golden Deer country (I wasn't gonna use the original countries but I never got around to naming the others) and Ephraim was a noble from (I believe) the Blue Lion House.  The two trained together and became good friends through it.

Ephraim, the attractive fellow he is, gets a lot of attention from everyone in the student body, but he grew attached to Blue and decided to focus on his friend when he didn't want to deal with the flirting of everyone else.  Blue himself knew he felt something insanely strong for his friend, but these two have no idea that they do actually have crushes.

In the Rent Free AU, similar to Durant and Soren, the two meet as members of the Guard and start out as friends.  Blue is the first to get a crush on him, finding Ephraim's dedication to protecting others admirable.  During a sparring match, Ephraim realizes his own growing crush on Blue. Though similar to the FE3H au, it takes them a while to admit it.

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TIME FOR THE FATE POLYCULE

Ok, so this one is one of my favorites.

The predecessor of Rent Free is where this started, but also happened around the time that RWBY was focusing on Qrow improving himself and making friends.  And then... well that was the end for Clover.

In the predcessor, Qrow came to the world around the time Clover passed, so his emotions were extremely fresh (as was my growing animosity towards Ironwood, but that's something else entirely).  Before he arrived, Verica, of Dragalia Lost, had made friends with with Kibera, of King's Raid, which surprised a lot of people, as Kibera hates the concept of fate and Verica lives by it.  The two of them had much longer to get to know each other and, despite their personality differences, they somehow managed to get the relationship to work.

Seeing Qrow in pain due to his perceived "fate" to be alone, the two decided to help him through it (and by decided, I mean Verica told Kibera they were helping and Kibera couldn't say no to her). Verica offered words of comfort, some physical affection if needed; while Kibera provided a place to get Qrow's more violent feelings out.

The two of tthem grew to be important parts of Qrow's life, a type of support he didn't have before.  They didn't care if he was unlucky or if he didn't want to be close to anyone; they cared about him.

Kibera and Verica were the ones to ask if Qrow would be interested in a relationship with them.  They'd both fallen for him but wanted to make sure he was okay with having more then one partner.  He gave himself some time to think but in the end, he agreed to give it a try.

When Winter joined the team, Qrow was happy to see her again.  The two of them had an on and off relationship and wanted to introduce her to his new partners, whom he had discussed adding her into the polycule, if she was okay with it.  They had agreed, however, that making friends with her came first.  Winter bonded with Verica the strongest and the two spend the most time together when not with the boys as well.

Rent Free is pretty similar, in that Qrow is brought in first before they add Winter, though she and Qrow didn't have an on off relationship.

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And with that, I am done with this main post.  I am tired lol Lemme know if you want me to get more specific with any of these

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 - Day 1: Anticipation

A/N: Happy first day of Tickletober 2022! Thank you to @august-anon for writing up the calendar list I've followed. I know this may come as a surprise to some of you who saw my post about me not completing any tickletober prompts.... well, here I am. A hypocrite... Who doesn't like to disappoint people. So while this first one is short, I have a few more of varying length.

Another thank you to @ticklishpeter for sending the prompt in. I do not really like Lila as a character so it was interesting to write for her for the first time! Hope you enjoy regardless!

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Diego Hargreeves, Lila Pitts

Lila knew how to play mind games, that was clear from the start. She was raised by the literal Handler, after all.

And Diego wasn't a mind games kinda guy. He was a brute force, take action kinda guy. And somehow they still meshed. That was love for ya.

But Diego had recently fucked up. He'd said something about Lila to his siblings that would've embarrassed her but he didn't realize it at the time. Until Lila stopped talking to him for a day... then she went right back to being her bubbly personality the next... and then she went through another day of near-silence while seemingly not keeping her eyes off him.

And Diego was just confused. He was feeling tense all the time, the anticipation of what could happen to him under Lila's watch tearing him apart from the inside. It got to the point where she'd merely walk into the same room as him and his whole body would jump.

Lila was sitting next to him on the couch and flipping through videos on her phone, and Diego had the TV on, trying to watch something but not focusing all the way. Lila pressed her foot into Diego's thigh for some physical touch comfort. And then she slid down the couch more and rested both her feet on Diego's lap.

Being a good boyfriend, Diego took that as a hint to start administering foot rubs. Was his awaiting anticipation for Lila to do something to him finally over? Could he relax?

Lila hummed happily at the foot rubs and Diego seemed like he was doing a good job. Hell yeah!

And then Lila made an odd, "Ohhh..." noise like she'd just remembered something.

Diego was granted a kick to his chest with both of Lila's strong legs that sent him flying backwards onto the couch on his back, and like a damn spider or cat or something that's gangly and quick, Lila pounced on Diego and pinned him to the couch.

"Darling, you were honestly so cute," she pinched Diego's cheek on his still-in-shock face, "But I think we all know where this is leading now, don't we?" she smiled gently and her hands slipped under the shirt he was wearing and sharp nails skittered tantalizingly across the skin on his belly.

Diego saw stars. Then his eyes squeezed shut and a guttural scream manifested from within his chest and was chased by manic laughter. This was his worst spot. Lila knew that, of course she knew that. But to go for it first? This was completely unlike her! Well... revenge, yeah... hey, at least the anticipation was over.

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Sisterhood of the Stab Stab

Both teenage asthmatic me and 20-year-old newly diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis me desperately needed this book, and I am so, so grateful that 30-year-old me had the chance to read it so I can point kids and peers who might need this book as badly as I did toward it. This book has just stunningly well-done chronic illness (specifically POTs) representation, and some really excellent LGBTQ+ representation. It's also rare I get in on preorder goodies, but when I saw how beautiful these character cards were, I couldn't resist! Let's talk One for All.

The tagline for this book is a gender-bent retelling of The Three Musketeers, but honestly the chronic illness representation is what made this book so impactful for me. I'm not a POTsie, but I knew exactly how the crushing fatigue, the constant fight against your own body, and the cruel responses of people around you feel when you have hard physical limits.

Tania is a lovely character to follow and share a headspace with throughout the book. Her complex relationships with her parents, her peers, her musketeer mentor, and her fellow lady musketeers are nuanced and always interesting. As a former dancer (the RA didn't actually kill that activity for me, that was the pandemic), I also strongly identified with Tania's insistence on honing her skills in her chosen sport--fencing--to the fullest extent of her abilities, and accommodating the very real physical limitations her body has rather than pushing to try to be like fencers without POTs. The space that Tania and the other musketeers make to accommodate the POTs rather than trying to magically fix it, ignore it, or insist that Tania could somehow "overcome" it is absolutely incredible. I would love for that accommodation to be the norm rather than the vanishingly rare exception.

Tania is not the only kickass character, however. Our other three lady musketeers are full, round characters who grow with Tania even as they prove that they will never ever let her fall. Each of our girls has a clear character all her own, and they mesh with and bup up against each other's personalities in ways that were never not a treat to see.

Simply put, I adore this book and cannot say enough good things about it. I'm hopeful that we get more stories with Tania and the rest of the sisterhood of the stab stab.

[the-badger-mole]

fanfic asks: 7, 9, 19, 23, 26

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

I have 2 long, unfinished fics. The Djinn Dilemma (ATLA; Zutara) and Lost and Found (Sailor Moon; Usagi/Mamoru). I started them around the same time like 10 years ago, and I know exactly how I want to end each of them, but getting to those endings has been...difficult. In the mean time, I've finished a bunch of other long fics with a lot less agony. I am committed to finishing both of these fics one day, but for the moment, the are just sitting on my unfinished works pile. Judging me. (I've linked to these fics, but fair warning, they are currently only on FFN, and you know that site has been trash)

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

I have not.

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

I guess if I had to pick a scene, it would be this one from Summer Bloom

Aang was seated next to Toph, and he hadn't said anything yet. Now, with Sokka and Suki falling into a conversation about what to and not to say at breakfast, and Katara and Zuko fixing plates, he leaned over and whispered,

"Last night was scary. Are you ok?" 

"I survived the night," Toph shrugged. She took a mouthful of congee. It was as good as it smelled. Toph was torn between gobbling it all down and eating slowly to savor every bite. If this was how it would be every cycle, Toph thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Are you pregnant?" Suddenly, Toph's delicious meal was choking her. She had inhaled a bit of fish and she sputtered and coughed. 

"Toph!" She heard Katara drop something metal- a spoon or ladle probably- and rush to Toph. She hit the younger girl's back a few times until the fish dislodged. Toph spat it into a napkin and rounded on Aang wildly.

"I'm not pregnant, you idiot!" she shouted. And once more, an awkward silence settled on the room.

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

This comment from All the Things That Are and Will Be was so nice, I genuinely wanted to frame it. It was a long one, but here is the main point.

the way you developed hamas character and had katara sympathise with her was amazing, and i wish the show had taken the same route. you really fleshed out her character and made her such a deep complex person- much more than i think the show did. you delved into her anger and showed how she reluctantly became attached to katara in an absolutely beautiful way. expanding on the southern water tribe techniques of waterbending and the complexities of bloodbending wasnt something i expected, but it was beautifully done and really just gave me feelings i cant even describe. even though i knew it was coming, hamas death made me cry and left me just a little heartbroken and i actually cant thank you enough for making me so attached to a character- who was only in like one episodd of the actual show- that i cried at her death in a fic.

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

When people say the way my characters act mesh well with canon.

[black-hole-cobra]

Joculatrix

Another thing for "Action Figures". It's still early on, and of course the first thing I've worked on in a few years, but here it is.

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Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Venti bounced her ball against the wall. One of her two hobbies, other than trying to ruin the day of other rich people’s Toys. She didn’t have an appearance scheduled for a week, and as far as she knew they were pushing out new Weeklies and saying it was on her. Whatever helped the kids at night, she supposed.

But it was always mind numbingly boring having to wait for the next scheduling. Her “base” was all a bunch of useless props and no proper rooms, just cots meant to be hidden in one of the set’s hidden compartments by the time the cameras were back. Her bouncy ball she’d earned the first time she effectively got a Hero to the brink of death before pretending that he’d overtaken her. Her eye still hurt like hell. 

Normally she’d at least, every few hours, break the silence with her hosts’-with Angela’s one personal item-a stickerless CD, it’s title unknown as the CD player they gave her to use it didn’t have a screen, and the girl who’s body she stole’s handwriting was unbearable. But tonight, she decided it’d be best not to enjoy something alongside the other walking corpse she had sitting in the corner of the room.

They were pale, skinny, wearing a red button up unloosened that left open the scar on their chest. Probably a bomb. Maybe they were a special hostage. It would explain the stitches across their head as well-they opened up their brain to insert some false memories of being related to whatever twink is going to try and kill her next week. None of those theories…would explain what they were doing with such large bags, or why they dropped them off with an extra cot. Venti would ask, but, again, nothing would be more pointless than trying to get to know a bit character who’s days were numbered.

“I’m supposed to work for you,”. The silence cut through the room. The thumping of the ball didn’t stop.

“Weeklies are usually kept elsewhere until the day before they get killed,” Venti did her best to continue to seem uninterested.

“Henchman, I guess”.

There was an extra two seconds of silence between the next two bounces.

“I was told I was an alien invader, or some such. Won’t it be a stretch to have a human working for me?”.

The pale little thing took a deep breath. “They told me I’d be playing an alien as well, miss Angela.”.

Before they could even finish the name, she was interrupting. ”Experiment 20. You can call me Venti. Not Miss Venti.”

They scoffed, and cracked up a little, giggling. “Why not? You own me, like they own both of us."

“...Fine, whatever, if you think it’s so funny."

They looked up again, eyes twitching-”N-no. When they cut my brain open they…made it so my brain produces laughter, tickling itself at most stimulus,”.

Venti laughs too, the shared giggling finally providing something louder than the thud of the ball. “Is that your power?”  “No…” They work to still themselves. “They stuck a computer in there, too. A massive encyclopedia, but not exactly the internet.” They fall to a whisper, still occasionally giggling to themselves, like they know a secret Venti doesn’t. Their face pales as they set a hand on the scar on their chest.

Venti gestures with one hand before the ball falls back to her. “So, what’s behind there?”

“They replaced my heart with an electronic one. To run the computer. It hurts really bad.”

”I get it. You’re my little mad scientist… What are you, actually?”

“Girl. Thanks.” She sighed, and took a red lab coat with gold accents out of the bag, confirming Venti’s suspicions. She glared. Quiet. Thud. Thud. Thud. The would-be scientist dropped a clipboard on the ground. A blank schedule, Venti’d seen her owners planning her appearances on them. “You’re supposed to schedule me. I’m…Joculatrix, by the way, they thought the 'evil clown' angle meshed well with the cackling.”

More silence. More balls bouncing. Venti finally reached over, clicking a device laid out on the faux-control panel she was sitting on. Music, finally, something more than thudding to take up the tense atmosphere. A foreign voice sang, in a language Angela knew but Venti couldn’t find enough excess memories in her brain to piece together how to speak it. It was a chaotic piece, disjointed, and felt to be a near constant state of escalation.

Joculatrix looked up at her new boss, lips twitching again. “Miss Venti?”. Venti sighed, about to reprimand her new henchman for speaking during the music, but then she spoke again. “It’s…probably a medley. The computer, it’s telling me about a bunch of different songs. These all seem to be covers. Also, the first little swoosh sound at the beginning, that’s a sound effect not part of the song, and you can hear the audience clearly. There’s a few televised song conventions in Italy.” More music, and the ball. For about 4 more minutes they sit, quiet, until the music finally quiets. There’s a solid thirty seconds of more silence. Venti stops, with the ball, takes a deep breath and asks a simple question. “Can you narrow down which one? Find the name, band, lyrics, given time?” Joculatrix nods.

Venti laughs, and her scientist soon joins her - but the look in her eye says she’s closer to curling up and cowering right there. “Okay, Trixie - I’m gonna call you Trixie, I’ll keep you around.” She stands up for the first time since she watched the guards drop off her gift, and picks up the clipboard, flipping through the base schedule, and the availability of some B-list hero Figures. “We’ll get you something fun for your debut.”

[dyrewrites]

While writing today, or editing really, I learned that my last reblog was not entirely accurate.

->Thoughts under cut because long <-

I figure out personalities as I write. The characters often come with something basic but I don't know them until I get them into the stressful situations the story calls for. Which is around when they start fighting against the plot, if their personalities do not mesh with what I've planned.

For Weald and Wen, I actually knew them going in. Intimately. Those were parts of me made manifest. So I thought it would be easy. They proved me wrong and I basically threw out my outline and much of my world-building and started over...twice. But I feel the story is better for it.

My short stories are about the plot, first and foremost, and I will write around a finicky character if needed while still letting them act out for the sake of keeping it "human" and "real". As it's more frightening that way.

For Pale Blood, and the two other novels planned for the Morne trilogy, I didn't plan at all. I started writing with only slim ideas in mind and both characters and world came in at the same time. Which might be why it's a trilogy now, because the world and tone seeped into the other things I was writing and connected them. The characters and setting are not as loud, or vibrant in my mind, as Weald and Wen's were but they're more grounded in reality and the characters insist on expressing that.

So there are moments where I have to write someone being embarrassed because a cute guy noticed them, or someone experiencing the awkward terror of seeing your apartment is a mess when you've invited over the man who might be your boyfriend but also might be a monster looking to eat your heart out.

These happen above the plot, and within the plot, they bubble up and sometimes spill all over the plot. But the plot is still there, still leading, still driving things forward.

The characters just want to be people too and I feel like I'm cheating the reader out of a more human experience if I don't let them.

So yes, they run the show but only because it wouldn't work as well if they didn't.

[imag-en]

EVER AFTER HIGH | Yeonjun C. 

Chapter four

Notes: yeonjun interaction!!, reader switching up really fast when she isn’t praised, reader being an asshole and hating the commoners as usual (she will improve i swear), slight mentions of emotional and physical abuse, mention of small character death, mentions of family issues, bad father,

“Welcome to your first class of the year,” Wilhelm bowed his head, before tapping his chalk against the chalkboard. “This is Creative Storytelling. Both my brother, Jacob Grimm, and I will be teaching this course, in order for you all to gain an understanding of storytelling from multiple perspectives.

“However, for today, I will make it simple. You are all to go around the class and introduce yourselves. Tell your own stories. No need to get too personal, but many of you have just been through something terrifying… something traumatizing. Dig into that. Embrace it and find your story.”

You shared this class with one of your brothers- Heeseung. The only other person you knew was Taehyun, who sat next to you. Immediately you made eye contact with Heeseung, who was on the other side of the row you’d seated yourself on.

What story? You hoped to communicate with your eyes.

He seemed to get it, as he shrugged in response. Don’t ask me.

The class seemed a bit quiet. There was no chatter, just people hesitantly looking around. As you looked around, you made eye contact with a girl a few rows behind you. You got up, the chair scraping loudly as you pushed it back.

Many eyes were on you, as they should be, but you ignored them and kept your gaze upon the girl, whose face was slowly turning pinker and pinker. She would almost be as pink as her hair.

“I’m a bit lost on what to do. So, do you mind telling me your story, dear?”

Be a princess. Feign ignorance.

She stuttered a little, before starting. How annoying.

“How cute,” you giggled.

She turned a bit pinker- pretty much red at this point. “I am not from the woods, Your Royal Highness. I am also a Princess like you, but of the Beauty Kingdom.”

“Well then,” you curtsied, and she fumbled, getting up to do the same to you. You placed a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back down. “You need not worry my princess. In the Charming Kingdom, you are a honoured and welcomed guest. I am glad that you are well.”

The entire class looked on at the two of you. Two beautiful princesses interacting. Now, who wouldn’t want to see such a marvellous event?

But, while you understood their intrigue from that point of view, you also thought something that you were sure many others were thinking as well.

How are you alive, Princess Beauty?

Princess Beauty- whose name was Sakura- rambled, more than told a cohesive story. Once you’d both stepped away from each other, other students gained the courage to get up as well. Heeseung was speaking to someone… quite beautiful. He had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony. Features that you believed wouldn’t mesh well, did so beautifully on that boy’s face. You would’ve thought him to be a prince, if not for the sewed-up rips in his clothes.

Either way, you would ask Heeseung for the prince-like boy’s name later.

Taehyun spoke to a girl that held herself up well. She looked elegant, her head held high, her back straight. Instinctively, you straightened up yourself.

You were a princess. You must be elegant. More so than a mere citizen of your kingdom.

Most people were speaking to someone else, so you were waiting for their conversations to end… until you glanced up and to the side. There was a boy… all the way in the back. He sat alone, and was picking at his nails. He glanced up- possibly feeling someones’ gaze on him- and made eye contact with you.

You smiled but not as fast as he looked away.

Immediately your smile fell. How dare he look away? You were just about to grace him with your charming smile!

Ignoring conversations you’d been listening into, or any other person in the classroom, you walked over to him, head held high, a mission to accomplish.

You’d get this boy to look at you. He would fall for you and your charms, you were sure.

Standing in front of the boy’s desk, you placed your hands on the wooden row he’d seated himself behind. “Hello. I am Y/N Charming. Would you mind telling me your story?”

Hesitantly, the boy looked up at you. You almost took a step back.

He was… pretty. Yes, very pretty.

You couldn’t say pretty. Sakura Beauty was pretty. She was a princess.

He clearly wasn’t Charming. You were charming. Your brothers, even though you hated to admit it, were charming.

Well, he wasn’t beautiful either. That boy Heeseung was speaking to. He was beautiful.

But this boy? He was breathtaking.

“The story I’ve made is quite the long one,” he said. He spoke softly. You leaned in closer to hear him better. “I wouldn’t want to bother you with it, Your Royal Highness.”

“Now, now,” you walked around the row he sat at. You noticed him slouch a little. Did he think you were going to walk away? As you turned the corner and walked into his row, he perked up. “How many times must I tell you all to stop addressing me in such a way. We are classmates, are we not? Call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he said carefully. “Are you sure you want to hear my story?”

You smiled softly. “I would love to hear any story as long as it came from your lips.”

He looked away bashfully, and you noticed a small smile on his face. Even you felt your face heating up a little. What did I just say? And to a commoner, no less? Control yourself Y/N.

“However.” He looked up at you with wide eyes. He seemed doubtful. Like he was a bother; like you wouldn’t listen to him and back out last minute. “Would you mind telling me your name first?”

“My name is Yeonjun,” he said, bowing his head. “Yeonjun Ella.”

As he raised his head, you caught yourself staring at his lips. Quickly lifting your gaze up to his eyes, as he looked at you, you smiled. “What a pretty name. Yeonjun Ella. I wouldn’t mind listening if you simply said your name over and over.”

Yeonjun grinned a little. “You live up to your name, Princess Charming.”

You shivered, straightening up, trying to get rid of this god-awful feeling. Covering it up by placing your elbow on the desk, turning your body around to face him, and resting your cheek on your palm, you smiled at him.

“Tell me your story Yeonjun.”

You thought you would keep him out of your head. With how you stared at him, you believed you wouldn’t hear a single word that came out of the lips you tried your hardest not to stare at.

But you did. And you loved it. You loved his story.

Once upon a time…

There was a beautiful woman. She was both beautiful inside and out. Her beauty entranced a wealthy merchant, who wed and impregnated her soon after. During the pregnancy, she had an illness. Her husband begged her not to give birth to their child, as they were told it would only make her worse. It could possibly kill her. However, she chose to give birth to the child. It was not even a girl, as the husband had hoped. He wanted someone who could perfectly pass down the beauty of his wife. The mother, however, was joyful, despite her sickness which grew worse and worse with each passing day.

She had been able to watch her son grow for a little. With the little time the mother and son had together, she taught him the importance of kindness and of acceptance. She raised him well. However, she eventually passed on.

The grief-stricken widower, coped by leaving the home. He was gone for months. On his own, the son had to cook and clean all on his own. It was something he got better at as the months passed. He had gotten used to living alone as well. The creatures would keep him company. He would feed the birds that sat on the window sill. He let squirrels and mice in, to have at least some interaction with life. Eventually many woodland creatures let their way through the door. He had many friends. The young boy was kind. And he was happy, despite not being with his mother.

Then the father returned. He returned and seemed to have forgotten that he had a son. He returned with a new wife and two new sons. The creatures ran off. The father turned a blind eye to his wife and step-sons who continuously abused his own child. The son was made to do all the chores, without complaint. He was a servant of the new family his father had made- he was not truly part of it. No one loved him. He was completely and utterly alone.

And he would stay that way for the rest of his life.

The End.

You gulped. “Well, that was quite the story, Yeonjun.”

He seemed embarrassed, and looked away. “Did you not like it?”

“Oh no, it was good, don’t worry,” you said quickly, taking ahold of his hands, and squeezing them. He looked at your hands and then at your face- equally as shocked as his- before you let go, covering it up with a smile again.

“But I like happy endings.”

“Oh well…” Yeonjun slumped. “I can’t think of a happy ending.”

“Well then… allow me to finish it for you. With a proper ending.”

Yeonjun nodded. “That would be an honour.”

He believed his life would go on that way forever.

Until The End.

But one day, announcers were coming around, knocking from door to door. The wicked stepmother ordered her stepson to answer it. He did so. The announcer paused. She took in the beauty of the boy in front of him. He was simply that breathtaking. However, he had no clue, due to the people he lived with.

The announcer cleared her throat and told him about the ball the royal family was holding. They were looking for someone to marry the princess. The heir to the throne. They were inviting everyone. The princess was known for rejecting every man thrown her way. She was quite picky, so the King had decided that anyone who was to catch his daughter’s eye would be allowed to marry her. Even despite their social ranking.

The son didn’t end up attending. He didn’t believe he could. He didn’t believe he deserved to. His stepbrothers attended, escorted by his father and stepmother. As he worked on his familys’ dinner for when they got home, the boy sang to himself. He hadn’t gotten to do that in a while.

He attracted the creatures of the wood. His old friends came back to visit him. They chirped and squeaked along with him.

At the ball, the princess rejected everyone that came her way. She was looking for the boy she’d found when she had dressed up as an announcer.

Yeonjun gasped.

Chuckling, you continued.

But, even later in the evening, when she had not caught sight of him, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She dressed one of her maids as herself and snuck out of the castle. She travelled back to the village, on horseback. The princess had gotten a little lost, having not had much experience in the forest. However, she heard a voice. A beautiful voice.

Following it, she found the home of the breathtaking boy she was looking for. She knocked on the door. Suddenly, the beautiful music stopped. “Mother?” The princess didn’t answer. “Brothers?” She stayed silent. “Father?”

“It is none from your family. Please open the door.”

The boy did so, despite being hesitant. He relaxed at the sight of the announcer from a few days prior. Bowing his head, he greeted her. “Hello ma’am. Is there anything you need? My family is at the ball tonight.”

“I had wanted you there,” she said. The boy was taken aback.

“Sorry, ma’am?”

“I am the princess,” she said. “And you were the one I waited for.”

The boy apologized. “I am forbidden from leaving the house,” he admitted. “Unless with my familys’ permission.” He explained his living situation.

The princess wouldn’t have it. “Come with me,” she ordered.

“But I couldn’t bother you like that,” the boy said.

She smiled. “Be my prince. Marry me.”

The bell rang. The chatter of the class ended abruptly, and Wilhelm Grimm quickly dismissed everyone.

“Well, what happens after?” Yeonjun asked as you rose.

“He becomes a prince. He marries her, of course. She’s a princess, who is he to deny her?”

“Well… she could be a liar,” Yeonjun murmured, as he packed away his things.

You raised a brow. “Are you calling the princess a liar?”

“Well, no, but how would the boy know that she was a princess? He shouldn’t be so naive.”

“And you shouldn’t be so old maidish,” you bit back. Your story was wonderful. You wouldn’t let some commoner tell you otherwise. “Let people live their happily ever afters while you wallow in your misery.”

Yeonjun’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Yes. I apologize, your Royal Highness.”

MASTERLIST | chapter five

[connorinabeanie]

Hank :D

♥!

1: sexuality headcanon

I think Hank is bi! Although he had a wife I have a very hard time thinking he's straight, and he also has extreme chaotic bi energy (plus sitting on the back of the bench???) I mean I'm half joking but also serious. In terms of sexuality headcanons outside of just orientation, I feel like Hank would be more shy and reserved than maybe expected.

2: otp

I'm gonna go with a bit of a wild one: Hank and Rose. I think their personalities would mesh so well together; they both have similar values, Rose wouldn't take Hank's nonsense while still being gentle enough to get him to open up, and Hank would probably admire her kindness and bravery. I feel like they'd work together and also just be cute af.

3: brotp

Hank and Connor, no doubt. I love these two as family (I have nothing against Hankcon but I prefer them platonic), especially something nebulous that doesn't really fit a definition or rigid role.

I also love Hank and Fowler because it's canon they've known each other for ages and were probably good friends, and even though we mostly get them sniping at each other in canon it always struck me as the kind of arguing only two people who knew and cared about each other could do.

4: notp

I haven't really thoughts much about a notp, but uh... Maybe Hank/Gavin? I don't think their personalities go together and the age difference doesn't help; they're at really different levels of maturity.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Hank secretly likes fancy, sugary cocktails. No way he wouldn't love them considering his pineapple passion obsession.

6: favorite line from this character

"Still immortal, eh Connor?" or whatever that line was; I love the delivery of it. Similarly I love the, "Oh Jesus." he gives in Waiting for Hank after meeting up with Connor again. He's so done all the time and that's my favorite thing.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

We're both old tired Millennials. But no really Hank is a softie at his core and I must admit it's the same here despite being outwardly extremely cool. I'm very cool.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

He's just kind of a jerk a lot lol I love him but omg some of the stuff he says and does is so rude I'm embarrassed on his behalf. Also his weird WARGHHJLHARGL noises. Iconic but still.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

He's a problematic fave. Although post-canon he leans closer to cinnamon roll, he has a lot of work to do personally to actually reach that point. As I said in the point before he's kind of a jerk and while he's low-grade jerk for DBH overall, it's still enough where I'm like BOY :|