#cherry does... butcher

[whitefeathers]

perv!butcher who gets handsy with you but of course he can, hes the leader!

mdni. DARK CONTENT WARNING, READ MY PINNED POST BEFORE CONTINUING. cw: manipulation, dubiously consensual/non con touching but reader is into it, abuse of power. Choking, somnophilia. Daddy kink. Massive daddy issues and butcher is a father figure to u in this, heavy on the taboo and age diff. <3 im down to make a part 2 to this if ppl are interested too ! w/c: 1.2k

Butcher isn't a nice man. He's ruthless, does what he wants, whenever he wants - he's definitely got some sort of conscience in there, but it's drowned out by the primary emotion that drives him. Lust. It's usually for blood, but this time, it's for you.

A pretty young thing, definitely not dumb but definitely inexperienced. Sometimes you don't know when to shut your mouth, too excitable and bubbly, too full of energy. You mean well, you do. But when Butcher already has a headache, your begging to take temp V is driving him mad.

"I'll be okay, it won't hurt me, I could just have cool powers like you, and it'll be all over the next day! It could really help, we don't know what I'd be able to do and it could be something helpful!"

You're sat next to Butcher on the deflated couch in the pawn shop basement, only the pair of you there. You're sat with your legs crossed facing him, gesturing with your words, while Butcher is sat with his legs spread wide, pinching the bridge of his nose, facing directly ahead at the TV. He sighs, turning his head to look at you.

"Fucccck no. You ain't havin' any, end of story. Give 'ers a bit of peace and quiet, will ya? Me 'ead is banging, yer yapping isn't helping."

"I'm not yapping, I'm trying to help..." You murmur, dejected. You turn to face away from Butcher, frustrated and feeling like he doesn't trust you. He watches as the dull light from the TV illuminates your face, trying so hard to look calm and collected. Butcher sees right through you. He knows you need his approval like air.

Butcher sighs again. He's a horrible, fucked up man. He's about thirty years your senior. Fuck it, he'll blame the V for how he's acting if anyone pulls him up on it. If anyone dares. He's the leader, he can do what he likes.

"Look, c'mere. Ya wanna help? Sit,"

"Sit...?" You meet his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Butcher is unwavering, and he looks scary. His eye contact is intense, and you choose to look down at his chain and his sweater instead.

"Yeah. Sit. Didn't stutter, did I? C'mere," your gaze follows his hand (so large that it's practically a paw) as he pats his strong upper thigh. Your head and your heart race, and you stay still.

"Isn't that... um... inappropriate?" You've always seen him as a mentor, a leader, a father figure. Of course you've had some thoughts, but you've shoved them down deep enough to silence them. He's practically your dad - and old enough to be, too. This is wrong.

Like a dam breaking, all those thoughts suddenly surface. Flickers of Butcher's strong, veiny hands, his rough lips, his even rougher voice calling you a good girl. Fuck, this is bad.

"Surely is. Stop ya whinin' though and give me what I want, yeah?"

You shakily stand up, nodding. You always want to make him proud, and deep down you know you want this - whatever this is. It could be anything from a cuddle to a punch in the gut. Butcher is a live wire.

You settle yourself in his lap, hovering by putting most of your weight on your white-socked feet still planted on the ground. Up this close, Butcher is all you can smell. Heady, masculine, intense. Like testosterone, sweat, and leather. You know it should gross you out but it doesn't.

Butcher's large arm manhandling you so your back is to his chest makes you gasp. He's overpowering and rough, too strong for his own good, too arrogant and self-serving. His hand wraps around to suddenly grip your throat, feeling your pulse but not choking you. Just holding. Your heart jumps into your throat. He might actually just kill you right here.

"You're nervous. Scared I'm gonna hurt ya, sweetheart? Scared I'm gonna make ya cry?" Your eyes flutter closed, and you nod, terrified. He's whispering into your ear, a dark growl. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint. His other arm is around your waist, keeping you close to him. Making it so you can't get away.

"Not gonna hurt ya. You want this too," Butcher takes a deep inhale, nostils flaring and eyes fluttering shut. The V has given him an increased sense of smell, and with your legs slightly spread, he can smell exactly what you've been desperate to hide.

"Yeah, you want this too. Can smell ya dripping. This little cunt want daddy, yeah?" Butcher laughs cruelly when his words make your breath stutter and a new gush of wetness to soak your panties, intensifying the smell of pussy that is driving him mad. He takes another deep inhale, and you try to shut your legs, only for Butcher to force them back open with a heavy palm, slapping the soft jiggle of your thigh through your cargos. Mean.

"No, no. No, no, baby, nuh uh. Nope. Don't fuck me about. You're on my team, and you're mine. You want a daddy? I'll be your daddy," you shake your head no, and Butcher coos.

"No? Don't want a daddy?"

"Don' want any daddy, want you," you whisper. "'S always been you."

He groans and adjusts you in his lap so you're even closer to him, and his lips are on your neck by his fingers, just resting. You can feel him now, hard against your ass. Fuck, either he's carrying a gun in his pants, or he's huge.

"Thaaat's right. Always been me. Picked ya up off the street, ya own dad ain't know how to treat ya. I do though. Know what brats like you need," his hand on your throat tightens, cutting off the circulation to your head and making you go dizzy. His lips move up, his tongue softly licking that spot where your neck meets your jaw.

"Need an older man to look after you. Need a good stuffin' to stop you gettin' all gobby. You've been giving me such a headache, princess. Gonna fuck that mouth outta ya. Just gotta have you passed out for it, yeah?"

You struggle to breathe, panicking. Passed out? Why? Your eyes start to flutter closed and Butcher's voice starts to echo in your head, feeling both a million miles away and right inside the pulse of your clit at the same time.

"Stupid lil cunt for daddy. Ya won't be able to take me when you're awake, so I just gotta force it while you're out... sleep now, sweetheart. Shhh." he coos as your vision goes spotty, and you go limp in his lap. Once he's sure you're out cold, he lays you down on the couch, and gets to work using you just how he's always wanted.

He's a deeply fucked up man, but it's not his fault you make such a perfect daddy's girl.

[tiredflowercrown]

If yall are gonna associate me with any fruit, please let it be peaches

[whitefeathers]

UHH puppy so real… he likes the idea of control over you and that pup-like endless devotion from you

I feel like he’d say princess too. But in a rlly condescending and mean way, as if he’s mocking you for being so girly and pathetic…

let’s debate

what pet names would butcher call you in bed or when he’s trying to comfort you??

[whitefeathers]

Anon because I’m shy as hell lol but big fan of how you write daddy!butcher because YOU KNOW he gets off on the idea of being like a protector/knight in shining armor. Like he’s gonna be damn sure that you’re safe, even if he gets a wee bit banged up.

dont be shy sweetheart i will NEVER judge u !

also THANK YOU you get it … daddy!butcher is a very very specific guy and honestly? I think he’s pretty much canon, we know he’s got major daddy issues and we know he’s a protector (in his own fucked up way)… it just makes SENSE for him to be a daddy dom !!

more thoughts below the cut - tw for pseudocest/ddlg , daddy!butcher, and daddy issues

he wants so desperately to protect. that’s all he’s ever wanted deep down, even if he thinks he wants revenge or violence or whatever. He’s a rough bastard so all that soppy shite comes out as aggression, but deep deep down he is a protector at his core, and needs to be someone’s knight in shining armor.

When you walk into his life you’re so pure, untainted by the violence and aggression he’s so used to. There’s no greater agenda, no malice to you - you’re just a normal girl, a good girl. That’s not to say you have no personality to you - Billy loves how cheeky you can get, and how sassy you are - but you’re just a good little sweetheart at your core, wanting to be happy and make others happy. That’s part of why Billy’s obsessed with you. You’re just so sweet.

He naturally takes on a parental role in your life, being many years your senior and the leader of his group. Don’t stare at ya phone so much, gonna give yaself a headache. Don’t stay up too late, need a good night’s kip or you’ll be a grumpy cunt tomorrow.

Little things, inconsequential things, that show he cares enough about you to order you around.

He’s sweeter on you than anyone else in his life, letting you hog the hot water in the shower every morning and pretending to be full so you can finish his dessert. He always covers up his kindness with some sort of quip - “ya need the hot water, you smell diabolical,” - but you know it’s because he likes you. The thought alone makes you blush.

He finds out about all the terrible shit your father put you through one night when you’re sharing a bottle of cheap vodka together, just the two of you.

He tells you about his own sperm donor, and laments about how he’s always wanted to be someone’s father figure, their knight in shining armor. He doesn’t mention how it gets him off to have that much control, but not in a clinical way like being a master or a sir. Being a daddy is different. It’s warm, caring, corrupted. It’s a complete control and a complete care that would prove Butcher as the capable, fucked up hero he’s always been.

“That generational trauma bollocks, innit? Want to right the wrongs of me old man. Somethin’ so nice about bein’ a daddy. I’d be fucked though,” he takes a swig from the bottle straight, only wincing slightly before putting it back down on the table and letting his eyes flicker to you. He speaks with drunken candour.

“Always wanted a little girl to take care of, little girlfriend to be mine. Same soft tone of voice when she begs for more cock as when she begs for more sappy fuckin’ cuddles.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever needed. And Butcher, the hottest older man you’ve ever met, his beard greying and his eyes stern, is basically offering it to you if you’re brave enough to read into the subtext of his words.

“I’ve always wanted to be that,” you whisper. There’s words unspoken in your sentence - always wanted to be that, for you, with you - but the subconscious way you lean closer to Butcher tells him the words you aren’t brave enough to speak.

“That so?” He hums, opening his thick arms for you. An opening, an opportunity for you to take, to cuddle into his chest and let him take control. You look up at him, scared as a deer in headlights but as excited as a puppy in heat, needing the extra guidance, the approval.

“Don’t be shy. Come to daddy.”

When your head meets his chest and your ass meets his lap, all the constant noise in your head dulls into a peaceful silence. His arms wrap around you and he pets your hair, shushing you gently, promising he’s going to keep you out of danger no matter how bloody his knuckles have to get in the process.

This is how it’s always meant to be between the pair of you.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine accidentally hurts your feelings.

Prompt: friends to lovers - "oh shit, are you crying?"

~ here you go @yourlocalnegroko, i hope you like this 🤍 ~

The hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses dance around the small, dimly lit bar in south London. The warm lowlights cast a shimmer over the faces of the customers and in a corner booth, you, Lemon, and Tangerine sit like you do every other thursday. 

You swirl your straw in your glass, your eyes distant as you look at the lime floating in your drink. This afternoon had gone to absolute shit. The man who had hired you had snapped, abruptly ending the hit you'd spent months preparing, so by now you're a bundle of frustration and exhaustion.

Tangerine, always the more observant Twin, had caught on to your foul mood. He's known you since you were teenagers and it has always been easy to read the tension in your shoulders as well as the tightness in your smile.

He leans against his seat and drapes his arm behind where your head is as he looks at you with a hint of a smile. "Why don' we all get piss drunk and knock yer frown upside down," he says a little sarcastically as his voice takes on an overly cherry quality and he pushes his index into your skin. 

You smile weakly and Lemon, who is sitting across from you, joins in. "Psh, fuck sloshed, bruv," he grins and turns to you. "You, me, Tan, and some  'Bohemian Rhapsody.'" he asks and looks to the small Karaoke stage, wiggling his eyebrows.

Tangerine scoffs and sniffs, clearly hating Lemon's suggestion.

You chuckle a little. "No one in here needs us butchering Queen, Lem."

Tangerine nods in agreement with you as he sends his brother a stern, disapproving look. He looks at you again and still sees the sadness in your eyes, his heart clenching. 

"Bullocks, you're a bunch of pricks. Alright, fine, no singing," Lemon raises his hands in surrender and then takes a sip of his beer, looking suspicious. He leans forward and points his index at you. "But hey, how about ya tell us what happened, huh?"

"Nothing." You answer too quickly.

Tangerine crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "Nothin? Ya think we're stupid, Y/n/n?"

You hesitate, then sigh. "Fine. I lost that job—the one in Munich, y'know? The one that would pay thousands? The old prick said he wanted someone more experienced."

"What an arse," Lemon chimes in.

Tangerine nods, his eyes softer. "Yeah, seriously, what the fuck? The fucker needs to learn some fuckin' respect. You're an amazin' assassin and he's what, some dick who can't solve his own problems?" he huffs and sips his beer, "he the prick with that comb-over we saw last week? Who does he think he's foolin', huh?”

You laugh at the mental image, but then your smile falters.

Seeing your reaction, Tangerine pushed further, his tone careless as his anger and annoyance built. "Honestly, ya don't need a git like him— if he wants some arsehole to finish the job, let him finish it, perhaps it's for the best. If he thinks he can find someone better, let 'im,"

Tangerine means well. He always does but he's never been the best with words. You're a little confused by what he means and in your vulnerable state, everything sounds bad. Your expression shifts from amused to hurt.

"Someone better? Why would that be for the best?" you ask, misunderstanding him as your voice stays quiet, "This job meant something to me. I needed the money and it was humiliating that he made me feel inadequate in a field I've worked in for years."

Tangerine frowns, feeling defensive. "Pardon? I-I didn't mean it like that—"

But it was too late. The sting of his words, even if unintentional, had stung and you can't help that forming pit in your stomach. You turn away, warm tears falling down my cheeks as my mascara stains my cheeks.

Lemon, noticing the shift, opens his mouth to say something, but Tangerine beats him to it. He moves quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. "Shit, are ya crying?" he mumbles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. 

You stiffen for a moment, still hurt by the implications in his words. Finally, you relax against him and allow the tears to fall as they stain his shirt.

"Darlin', I didn't mean to make ya feel like you're somehow less good than us or any other man in the field—you're amazin', better than most," Tangerine whispers, his voice hoarse with sincerity. "I was tryin' to say that that absolute cock is gonna have a hard time findin' someone as qualified as ya—I, fuck, I just wanted to see you smile."

His confession causes a warmth in your stomach and you sniff, holding him tighter. You're quiet for a moment until you finally speak. "I do realize that now, Tan. I'm sorry I misunderstood. It's not your fault. It's just, everything feels so wrong now."

Tangerine continues to hold you. "Ya don't have to carry it all by yourself, ya know? We're here. I'm here. And I promise, you'll find a new job sooner rather than later."

"Ya can always work with us again," Lemon suggests nonchalantly, popping an olive into his mouth as he looks at you and his brother, a knowing look drawn across his features.

Tangerine brother nods, pulling away with his hands still near your hips. "Ya know we love when we work as a trio—like old times," he winks and he feels like he won when he finally sees you smile.

You sniff and wiping at your tears with your hand, feeling stupid for jumping to conclusions. Your smile widens as Tangerine wipes his thumb under your eyes.

"Can I drive the car?" you ask him cheekily, knowing how much Tangerine loves his car and how possessive he is over her.

Lemon barks a laugh as Tangerine's eyes narrow. However, Tangerine can't bring himself to deny you anything so he nods. "Of course," he whispers.

When you disappear into the bathroom to touch up your smeared makeup, Lemon turns to his brother and smirks.

"You're so fuckin' whipped."

Tangerine's cheeks turn crimson but he doesn't deny it.

[dollfacefantasy]

cherry-flavored, heart-shaped ♡

billy butcher x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, blowjob, deep throating this man robs me of my ability to write coherently

He was such a fucking cliché, and he couldn't stand it. 

Billy Butcher was better than this. Well maybe not better, but he was supposed to be smarter than this. He was smarter than the skeevy old pervs who got themselves wrapped around a twenty-something's finger when she batted her eyes or pulled out a pouty lip. That stuff didn't work on him. He'd been married for Christ's sake. He'd been around the block, and it would take a lot more than a cute girl to make him cream his jeans.

But saying all that and living it are two different things. Acknowledging that he hated this didn't make the fact that Billy's eyes were locked on your mouth right now any less true. It didn't absolve him of the festering obsession he felt over the way your plush lips suckled on that cherry red lollipop.

A cherry lollipop. Heart-shaped no less. It was pathetic really, and he knew it.

By this point, he'd surmised you had a bit of an oral fixation. Whenever you weren't running your mouth about this or that, the orifice was always occupied; chewing gum, nipping at the skin of your knuckles, sucking on some of those hard candies you seemed to have on you at all times. It was pretty cute if he was being honest.

He couldn't deny the fact that it endeared you to him, especially not when you were sitting like you are now, sprawled across the couch, legs in his lap, eyes on the tv while your tongue propelled the sweet candy back and forth between your lips.

He wasn't exactly sure what the two of you were. You'd fucked a handful of times and seemed to spend more time with each other than you did anyone else on the team, but those weren't terms of a relationship. He didn't think you two were 'boyfriend-girlfriend' as you had so gracefully put it when you asked him, but you were also more than just some random hookup he'd forget about the next day and recall years later.

Wherever your relationship stood, he knew it was close enough that he could do what he was about to. His fingers wrapped around your ankle, and by the leg, he tugged you closer to him on the couch.

He shakes his head at the way you laugh and climb into his lap, but he gets you situated on his thigh all the same. You lean back against his chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. Your eyes were on the tv, but it was clear in your eyes that your head held no thoughts regarding the VNN broadcast.

"You must really like that thing the way you're suckin' on it," he grumbles teasingly in your ear.

"Mhm. You wanna taste?" you ask, sliding the hard candy from between your lips.

Your fingers pinch the thin white stick between them and wave it in front of his mouth. The glow of the tv lets him see how it glistens with your saliva.

Wordlessly, he parts his lips and takes the taste you offered. You giggle as he does, watching the whole time as he sucks on your candy. Your cherry-flavored spit mingles with his taste buds; sickeningly saccharine, but he can't get enough. He can already feel himself starting to grow stiff in his pants.

A particularly hard suck pulls the ivory twig away from your fingertips. You go to grab it, but he grabs your wrist first.

"Hey-" you start to whine.

"You're right, s'pretty good. Think I'll have some more of it," he taunts with that grin of his, the candy slotted between his teeth and inner cheek.

"Give it," you insist and try to reach for it again.

It's easy to subdue you though. He manhandles you into being still on his lap with a simple hold on both of your wrists.

"You still need something in that mouth, don't you?" he teases, "Need something to suck on or you get restless?"

You nod, and as your head is still moving, two of his fingers rise to your lips and replace the lollipop. He pushes them in, resting the thick digits on your tongue. It catches you by surprise. You'd had his dick inside you before, but somehow this felt more intimate. Once your brain registers the feeling completely, you gently suck on them as you had the hard candy.

"Good girl," he croons with a gleam in his eye. His fingers slide over your tongue, gliding back and forth in the warm wet embrace of your mouth.

It fascinated him, the way you seemed so content to just sit there and suckle on his fingers as a suitable replacement. It was that moment that spawned his desire to go deeper.

Only a few days later, his cock replaced his fingers. No longer were you perched in his lap, but rather kneeling between his legs. He pets your head as you look up at him with glossy eyes and your mouth curved into an O around his shaft.

"There you go, love. You got it. Start easy," he directs.

You pull back a bit and lap at the tip. The point of your tongue flicks against the beads of precum oozing from the head. It swipes at the ridge before you wrap your mouth around it in full again. Both his and your eyes flutter shut at the tender pull of your lips.

"Just like that. You know what you're doing," he praises.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers. Longer and fatter. It was a win win - you got your oral urges satiated through satisfying him. It took more work, but you were determined to have as much of it as you physically could. You push your head down more, working it further into your mouth. You suck with slightly more pressure. Your hand rubs the part you couldn't yet reach.

You'd been making progress over the last few days. You hadn't managed to get it all yet, but you'd made it pretty far down. He just made you start at the beginning each time.

"Such a fast learner. Soon enough you'll be able to take it all down in one go," he groans.

His head tilts back against the couch. He enjoys every moment of your tongue pressing on the underside of his cock, your saliva coating every inch that fits in your mouth.

You take another inch down your throat. You can feel your gag reflex start to flare up, but you try your best. Your best isn't good enough though because a gag rolls through you and globs of spit dribble from your mouth.

He swoops in for the save with two fingers under your chin, guiding you back off. He's smiling while looking down into your watery eyes.

"Don't want you gettin' too messy, pup," he teases and swipes some excess spit from your lips.

You gaze up at him with nothing but pure adoration in your glossy eyes. Reaching out, you grab his length again for a few tentative strokes.

"Catch your breath first. Then you can try again," he says and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

"Want more though," you mumble and lean back in.

Despite your need, you do recognize that you need a break. So instead, you go lower than before. You lap at his balls with the most gentle touch you can manage. Your tongue’s strokes are feather light, almost exploratory. They're heavy, the skin is soft, you can hear his breath hitching every time you come close to the sensitive area.

With as much care as possible you take one into your mouth. Then the other. Your hand still fists his dick above before letting it slap against your face. His thighs tense up with restraint, the sight of you in such a compromising position arouses him to no end. He's sure the sight of his cock resting against your nose while your lips cup his sack will be burned into his brain till he takes his last breath.

A few moments later, you release him and bring your mouth back to his tip. You take him in again, sliding down to the position you had before.

"Fuckin' hell," he mumbles and sinks back into the couch again. His hand runs through his own hair as he suppresses the urge to buck into your mouth and fuck your face.

You take it like a pro, your nose ghosting over the swath of hair on his pelvis. You breathe in and out through your nose, rhythmic and calm just like he'd taught you. Your throat contracts and releases as you swallow him a bit deeper. You almost have it. A small gagging noise leaves you, but you have it under control.

He pets your head again, encouraging you with the touch. "Such a good girl for me, making me feel so good. Takin' care of me just like you were made to," he grunts.

You close your eyes and focus. You were gonna get this. 

You bring your hands to hold his hips for leverage and try to nuzzle yourself closer to the base. His tip sinks into your throat, but you stay relaxed. It felt foreign and different, but you wanted it more than anything in this moment. Your knees dig in the ground, steeling yourself to continue.

"That's it. There you go. 'm so proud of you," he mutters through clenched teeth.

That last sentence is all you need. It's like a key you didn't even know existed. It slots into your brain and unlocks the part of you that allows you to take the remaining part of his cock into your mouth.

Your nose is now nestled against him, your eyes barely able to reach his since you can't tilt your head much. He moans, deep in his chest. His hands come to the sides of your head to hold onto it in a similar manner to how you held his hips.

"Right there, fuck. Right there, my little love," he grunts and keeps you in position.

It's an adjustment, but once you're comfortable with it, it doesn't seem like such a big deal. You swallow around him again, ripping another low moan from his esophagus.

After your small period of adaptation, he cautiously pulls your head up and then pushes it back down. His hips rock a bit off the couch to meet the snug warmth of your throat. The face-fucking starts slow, but soon enough a steady symphony of gags and gulps fills the room. 

"Think you're a natural at this, sweetheart," he chokes out, "Pretty thing like you."

His chest puffs with ragged breaths as he thrusts into you over and over. Your nose mashes against his bush and delicate tears roll down your cheeks. He feels his lower half tightening up, and he knows the end is near.

"Gonna cum, love. You ready? You gonna swallow it all like a good girl for me?" he asks, breaths turning into pants.

"Mhm," you whine around the dick sliding in and out of your mouth.

His fingers press against your face as his hips buck and his heels dig into the ground. A long, pleasured groan falls from him, and he cums, shooting hot, sticky ropes down your throat. You swallow it as it fills you, humming against his shaft.

He gently pumps it in, keeping himself deep inside until he's thoroughly sated. Only then does he slide you back and let you off of him. Strings of saliva hang from your lips which you lazily wipe away.

The both of you catch your breaths from the two opposite experiences. The first time you blew him, he thought you'd want him to return the favor right after, but just like now, that never seemed to be the case. You'd get yours before the night was done, sure. But right now, you got what you wanted by crawling up into his lap and melting against your chest.

He holds you close, pecking the space below your eyes and the tip of your nose. He whispers to you about how sweet you are and what a good girl you can be. You're nice and settled in his lap, curled up as he switches the channel from VNN to something more pleasant.

Before you really get comfortable though, you lean forward and pull something from your handbag on the table. Back against his chest, you tear the plastic away from another one of those lollipops and shove it into your mouth, gently sucking as your cheek squishes against his chest. The heart-shaped candy rests on your tongue while your ear presses on his chest and takes in the steady beat of his heart.

[jedimaesteryoda]

While Butcher has been often accused of employing male fantasy tropes in his works, I sometimes think he has a habit of subverting them.

Thomas embodies two tropes: he has women magically drawn to him and being the only son in a billionaire family, is effectively the rich playboy who would make Dan Bilzerian jealous. He never had to work a day in his life up until he moved in with Harry, and he got to spend his time sleeping around, learning martial arts and driving fancy sports cars. His life on paper sounds like a dream come true.

However, for Thomas it's a dream come true in the sense that it's a nightmare. His magical ability is a demon that feeds on his partners. It makes it incredibly difficult for him to hold down a job, instead of filling him with pride, it fills him with self-loathing, and the cherry on top, he can't touch his true love Justine, the one woman he genuinely wants to be with. He has stated more than once that he wished he didn't have it.

Living off the family money also makes him dependent on his toxic family whom he would gladly have cut off otherwise. He never received anything in the way of love from his father, and while I think we could say he does love his siblings to a degree, we never see much in the way of warmth in his relationships with the people in his family. The only exceptions may have been his mother who left him when he was five, and his sister Inari. One thing Molly noted when soulgazing him is that he was, deep down, very much lonely. He had money and women, but he preferred his impoverished half-brother and his girlfriend, wanting real relationships over the glamour of his White Court life.

Harry is practically living a male fantasy right now as of Battleground. On paper, he's never been better. He lives in a literal castle as opposed to his old dingy apartment, has a small army of fae (pun intended), money from the haul in Skin Game and an extremely beautiful, superrich fiancé who's supernaturally good in bed. There are plenty of guys who would trade places with him right now in a heart beat. However, it's clear that he is not happy, if anything, he has never been more sad since the beginning of the series.

He has an awful boss with a job he has for life, and his fiancé is someone he can respect but never see as wife material. He lost a friend in Carlos, and his relationship with Eb is now strained. Two of some of the closest people in his life are gone. His brother Thomas has been locked away, and his lifelong friend and girlfriend Karrin is dead. Karrin was literally his true love, certified by Lara, and she was the person he trusted most, the one he trusted with his daughter and the Swords. It left a big hole in him that cannot be satisfied by castles, money or whampire wives. As the adage goes "money can't buy happiness" and neither can magic in the sense that it can't buy real relationships.

Harry was happier when he was still an impoverished PI in a dingy apartment where he had his independence and the authentic relationships with people he cared about. Harry and Thomas live the fantasy, but it's defined by a sense of emptiness. They truly desire connection and wanting to be their own men.

The male fantasy is a fantasy for a reason. It reminds me of the words of the late Summer Lady Lily: “I didn’t want the world. I didn’t want vast riches, or fame, or power. I wanted a husband. Children. Love. A home that we made together."

[ducksido]

southern!yuu requester here! Could you possibly do a Japanese!yuu?? I love ur works!!

(This will be interesting as the boys are also Japanese, so like lets pretend that they are from what they're based off as)

Grim

“Yuu, why do you bow to everyone? That’s too much work, nya.”

Loves when Yuu makes proper Japanese food. “This rice is perfect!”

At first, he doesn’t get why Yuu takes their shoes off at the dorm entrance. Then he steps in with dirty paws and gets lectured.

The NRC Student Body

“You mean to tell me you actually enjoy natto?”

“Whoa, your handwriting is so neat. Mine looks like a kindergarten kid’s…”

“Wait, do you really eat KFC for Christmas?”

“Do you actually believe in yokai?”

“Why are your bento lunches so perfect?”

Staff Reactions

Crowley

Acts like he knows all about Japan. “Ah yes, the land of cherry blossoms and samurai!”

Tries to say some phrases in Japanese and butchers them horribly.

Crewel

Approves of their discipline and respectfulness.

But if they bow too much? “Puppy, stop apologizing for existing.”

Trein

Genuinely enjoys their deep respect for history and culture.

If Yuu practices calligraphy, he’s impressed by their skill.

Vargas

“I heard sumo wrestling is big in Japan! You ever try it?!”

Challenges Yuu to a kendo match (if they practice it).

Sam

Sells imported Japanese snacks after realizing how much Yuu (and some students) love them.

“Yuu, I got your favorite—melonpan!”

Dorm Reactions

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Appreciates their politeness and discipline.

“A culture with such a deep appreciation for rules? I approve.”

If they do tea ceremonies, he loves it.

Trey Clover

“You make your own mochi? That’s talent.”

Asks for help making Japanese sweets for Unbirthday Parties.

Cater Diamond

Obsessed with cherry blossoms and kimono aesthetics.

“Yuu, let’s go to a summer festival! I need some cute pics!”

Ace Trappola

“Dude, do you really eat raw eggs on rice?”

Absolutely butchers common Japanese phrases.

Deuce Spade

Respectful of their traditions. “I think it's cool how much honor you put into things.”

If Yuu does martial arts, he wants to train with them.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

“So you’re telling me an entire culture is built on ‘not disturbing others’? Interesting.”

Secretly loves their patience but won’t admit it.

Ruggie Bucchi

“You pack a whole bento every day? Man, that’s impressive.”

Begs them to make onigiri.

Jack Howl

Highly respects their discipline.

If they wake up early for training, he joins them.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“Japanese cuisine is fascinating. Care to share some recipes?”

Studies their business customs to improve his deals.

Jade Leech

“Ah, so you appreciate the beauty of nature? Perhaps you would enjoy foraging with me.”

Intrigued by their belief in yokai.

Floyd Leech

“You’re so polite, it’s kinda funny~” Immediately tries to mess with them.

Loves festivals and demands Yuu take him to one.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Loves their traditions. “So your New Year is a huge deal? That sounds amazing!”

Wants to try every Japanese dish they mention.

Jamil Viper

“I respect how much effort you put into things.”

If they know about karuta, he wants to challenge them.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Terrified if Yuu is super extroverted like a festival announcer.

If they’re into gaming, instant bonding. “Wait, you like retro JRPGs too?!”

Ortho Shroud

Wants to learn about Japanese mythology to expand his knowledge.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Absolutely fascinated by their folklore and spiritual beliefs.

“You have dragons in your legends as well? How intriguing.”

Would love a tea ceremony with them.

Lilia Vanrouge

“You practice the way of the sword? Splendid! Let us duel!”

Absolutely butchers their food. “What do you mean I added too much miso?”

Silver

Respectful of their traditions and discipline.

If Yuu enjoys nature, they bond over quiet walks.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Your dedication to proper manners is commendable.”

Takes their bowing as a sign of true respect and loves it.

RSA + Noble Bell

Chenya

“So you actually believe in fox spirits? Hehehe, interesting.”

Neige LeBlanche

“Japanese fashion is so beautiful! I’d love to wear a kimono someday.”

Rollo Flamme

Mildly horrified by their love for festivals. “Why must everything be so loud?!”

Extra Chaos

Carries an omamori (good luck charm) everywhere.

Writes kanji so beautifully, everyone is jealous.

Makes handmade onigiri, shares them with everyone.

Refuses to talk while eating out of respect.

Hypes up cherry blossom season way too much.

Welcoming Japanese!Yuu

Mexican!Yuu: “Wait, so you also have legendary creatures like fox spirits and yokai? Oh, we’re gonna have some late-night storytelling sessions.” Brazilian!Yuu: “You have huge festivals with dancing, fireworks, and food? We have to go to one together!” Aussie!Yuu: “Samurai? Ninjas? You’re tellin’ me you grew up around legends, mate.” Sicilian!Yuu: “You respect family, honor, and tradition? I like you already.” Romanian!Yuu: “Tell me more about your ghosts and yokai. I bet they could give our strigoi a run for their money.” Jamaican!Yuu: “You have reggae-like music called ‘enka’? Man, play me a tune!” Southern!Yuu: “You bow as a greeting? That’s mighty polite of you, sugar. Y’all got good manners.” Florida Man!Yuu: “You’re telling me you have vending machines for literally everything? Even cursed ones? Japan sounds like a wild place.” Czech!Yuu: “You have folklore that has lasted thousands of years? I must hear these stories.” Thai!Yuu: “You also have superstitions and spirit houses? We should compare notes.” Vietnamese!Yuu: “You celebrate Lunar New Year too? Let’s combine our festivals and see how big we can make it.” Pakistani!Yuu: “You still preserve your traditional clothing and architecture? That’s beautiful.” Egyptian!Yuu: “We both have ancient civilizations. We need to sit down and compare gods.” French!Yuu: “Your fashion scene is immaculate. Paris and Tokyo are powerhouses.” Québécois!Yuu: “So you also have polite manners but a hidden chaotic side? You and I are gonna get along.” Greek!Yuu: “Philosophy? Honor? Your history is amazing.” Irish!Yuu: “So your folklore has shapeshifters and ghosts too? We should swap horror stories.” Scottish!Yuu: “I wanna see if your samurai can take on our warriors in a fight.” Italian!Yuu: “You make beautiful food that requires precision? I respect that.” Aboriginal!Yuu: “You deeply respect nature and spirits? That’s something I can understand.” Arab!Yuu: “Honor and hospitality are at the core of your culture too? We’re not so different.” Philippine!Yuu: “You have karaoke culture too? We’re going to a singing battle.” Myanmar!Yuu: “You respect tradition but also embrace modernity? That’s an interesting balance.” South Georgia!Yuu: “Your food is all about broth, rice, and precision? Sounds mighty fine to me.” Singaporean!Yuu: “We both have strict laws but a thriving street food scene. Let’s eat.” Indonesian!Yuu: “You have temples and a long-standing history? We need to go on a spiritual journey together.” Louisiana!Yuu: “Japanese!Yuu, you respect spirits? I knew we’d get along.” Chinese!Yuu: “We share so much culture—tea, kanji, Lunar New Year… We are basically cousins.”

How Japanese!Yuu Fits In:

The Samurai Spirit, The Quiet Chaos

Polite and respectful, but also unhinged when comfortable. They go from soft-spoken and proper to chaotic in the blink of an eye.

Masters of food, tea, and etiquette. Will destroy anyone in a tea-making contest.

Cares deeply about honor and respect. Will duel you in a battle of pride if you offend them.

Knows both ancient traditions and modern trends. They can teach you how to meditate or show you the latest fashion trends from Harajuku.

Can and will destroy you at any competitive game. (Looking at you, Mario Kart.)

[jadeazora]

Honestly tho, the biggest reason I think Alastor could be redeemed is that he would be the biggest challenge for Charlie of the cast, the true test of who the hotel could really change if they spent that time there.

Sir Pentious was basically Hazbin Team Rocket in terms of the general respect he gets and once he realizes he has actual friends at the hotel, he's happy to work towards being a better person. Angel Dust is already showing signs of becoming a better person from the pilot, reaching down to comfort Charlie when she's upset before he pulls away, and he's more of a product of a bad environment and poor choices than anything. He also (unbeknownst to him) helped prove Charlie's point that people can change to the angels too. Husk was probably worse in the past as an Overlord, but had his pride pretty much squashed by being chained to Alastor. He's also comes off as "more in hell due to gambling addiction" than actually being all that bad a person either. He also helps steer Angel in the right direction, so he's not falling back into old vices. Cherri Bomb is a loyal friend, and while she does try to tempt Angel into his old habits and is a bad influence, there's signs of her mostly just thinking she's basically come too far since she's in hell now and thinking that "party girl who gives no fucks aside from living it up" behavior is just what everyone craves from her, going by her verse in ADDICT. (Niffty is kinda a blank, since she hasn't had a focus episode yet and has mainly just been comic relief.)

Then there's Alastor. Was a serial killer in life (tho I saw on the wiki that Viv compared him to Dexter, so perhaps only targeting criminals/other killers/bad people, and that he wasn't the sort who would prey on just anyone), feared Overlord in death who publicly tortured other Overlords over his radio broadcasts. Thinks redemption is complete bullshit, that it's way too late for all of them. Complete egomaniac. Also, shows signs of some decency tho, like protecting a helpless sheep demon girl from getting killed by a butcher. (He seems like he has a low view of those who go after the weaker fish.) Has a total meltdown after almost getting killed, but it's at least partly because he's realizing that he's started to form attachments to those at the hotel and how that's completely antithetical to the image he's established for himself.

I don't think he'd go to heaven, and I would be expecting a very rocky road for him ahead because I expect a betrayal from him in the future, but imo, if he survives the series, he'll become Charlie's steadfast hotelier for real.

[isolate-ignore-ibuprofen]

 ｡𖦹°‧the outsiders—character analyses and hcs in modern day

best viewed in dark modeᝰ.ᐟ

rundown: just general character analyses of the greasers and maybe the socs. the hcs will be modern day and in the 1960s. hcs a mix of movie, book, and both—each one will be categorized for it.

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ — book

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 — movie

𐙚⋆°. — both/general

☆  — modern day

★ — 1960s/whenever the book was set in

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tldr: the top base and indicators at the first of the symbol will be combined. if there is no indicator, it is an applicable to anytime headcanon.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ dally sneaks, not really, the door’s always open there, into the curtis household to use their mom’s hair curler for his hair. speaking of his hair, i’m pretty sure it’s to the equivalent of deep fried. he bleaches it regularly but misses his roots so it sticks out. 𐙚⋆°. he also used to call ponyboy “little curtis” when he was younger.  ★ 𐙚⋆°. ponyboy still has trauma from being drowned in the fountain. he doesn’t go anywhere near water anymore. not like he knew how to swim in the first place. he likes the countryside more after that. well, not really. it reminds him of the church. two deaths, two places.  𐙚⋆°. ponyboy has never fully healed from his concussion. he still runs into things, forgets a lot, and struggles with his basic motor skills. it’s gotten slightly better over the years with the help around him. but it remains there. he has a bunch of scars from his fuck ups. ☆𐙚⋆°. cherry it would 100% listen to lana del ray. she is THE nyc girlie. she’d be addicted to pinterest too. 

☆ 𐙚⋆°. rip dallas winston, you would’ve loved blasting eminem in your headphones and even more pissing people off when they try to ask you something and you ignore it multiple times to then finally respond with “huh?”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ i’m sorry, but cherry would kind of hate two bit. two bit’s an alcoholic, just like bob, but also a sweet person, just like bob. two bit’s alcoholism doesn’t affect him the same way bob does. still, cherry wouldn’t like him. she’d tolerate two bit. but she’d continue to hold her hate against the vice. 

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ponyboy once had a dream of an out of body experience where 7th graders were reading his life story. he saw truly what god was until he woke up. he told soda about the dream, he always tells soda about his dreams, and soda just shrugged him off. pony always had wild dreams anyway.

𐙚⋆°. marcia kept waiting for the call from two-bit. she waited for a few days until she heard what had happened w all the greasers. she still waits for the him.

𐙚⋆°. two bit kept looking for the piece of paper with marcia’s phone number. he gave up, because he knew he could ask cherry anyway. he didn’t keep her waiting anymore. 

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ lets be honest, guys, ponyboy definitely has acne. like, he’s fourteen. his genes better be blessed if he doesn’t. run that back, he’d wash his face with dish soap and have clear, perfect skin. i’m pretty sure they didn’t have anything to deal with that kinda skin care back then. i mean, canonically, the curtis brothers are the only ones to be considered attractive in the whole group of greasers. maybe pony’s just a hater. 

☆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ponyboy would get absolutely DEVOURED if he was in modern day school. not to mention how much of a hater he fucking is based on first impressions. he can’t even come up with good comebacks. don’t even use the time period as an excuse. ponyboy watched as two bit dropped the killer line of “then pity the back seat” on the socs. what did pony say when the socs insulted him? “white trash with mustangs and madras.” it’s over for him if he used that on a middle schooler nowadays. he’s getting butchered into minced fucking meat. he’d use youtube insults but get bullied even more. 

☆ 𐙚⋆°. dallas would go actually crazy with all the modern drugs. lean, coke, ecstasy, green, pot, blunts, meth. he would have his own dealer that he would lowk fall in love with because that’s all he has. the drugs aren’t his salvation. his dealer is. (omfgg waittt fic idea???)

☆ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 dally went through the canon event of buzzing his hair off like every other teenage boy. i hc that he had long hair but got a buzz cut then grew it back to his current style. 

𐙚⋆°. at the dx, steve and soda split up the work during their shifts. steve handles cars, soda the register. soda doesn’t know shit about cars, and steve doesn’t know how to even count money.

☆ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 steve hates the cars movies because he thinks they’re inaccurate to actual cars. but he still watches them because lightning mcqueen reminds him of soda. two bit once pointed out steve is like mater. he got pissed off as hell. he’s not that ugly.

☆ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 steve and soda unironically flirt with each other. like they are the exact type of boys during middle school who slap each others’ asses and say some shit like “good boy” or “good girl.” it’s only excusable whenever soda does it because he’s hot.  don’t get me wrong, they’re straight. but what they do is some of the gayest shit ever. it’s not even zesty. it is and looks genuine. they kiss the homies goodnight.

☆ 𐙚⋆°. dally watches fight club religiously. he likes heathers too - steve showed him it - but he won’t admit it. 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ dally really wanted to die. he really wanted to commit suicide after johnny’s death. and when he hit the ground, he was glad. ponyboy knew it too. honestly, that was the better outcome compared to the movie. dally would’ve cared as much for pony just as he did for johnny if time gave it to him. but he forgot about that. he was blinded by grief and was put out of his misery. it was better. dally didn’t die seeing what else he could’ve lived for in front of him, even if he did start to genuinely care for pony. and pony didn’t have the knowledge of dally dying before realizing he could still live with him as the reason.

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 dally messed up when he died. in his last moments, he saw pony. he saw why he should’ve went on. he saw what he had to live for. johnny was dead. was dying just like him going to fix anything? he knew it wouldn’t. he knew the whole thing was a mistake. in his last moments, he wished he could’ve reverse all he did. he died wishing he was alive. he wished he could’ve said sorry to ponyboy at least for dying. 

𐙚⋆°. it was kind of ironic, wasn’t it? johnny spent his last few moments writing to ponyboy hoping to make dally’s life better. as if he was going to be alive to be able to hear it. it was for the better that johnny died without knowing how much dally truly loved and cared for him, so much to the point his death drove him to insanity.

☆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ pony blasted “like him” by tyler the creator after realizing the resemblance to dally in their hair after bleaching it. he keeps his blonde hair cause it’s one of the only physical things reminding him of dally and johnny.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ steve is the most realistic brother to pony. he doesn’t let him do anything, doesn’t let him tag a long. that’s what a true brother does. pony and steve’s relationship is purely one sided from pony. he only hates him because he isn’t as lenient as his brothers are. take it as this, darry and soda let pony do mostly whatever he wants, which is what they do, because he grows up faster that way. but steve cares for pony in a brotherly way because steve doesn’t want him to end up like his father, and steve doesn’t want to end up like him either. he pushes him away because that’s the way he was taught. he pushes him away because that’s the only way he knows how to show he cares.

𐙚⋆°. johnny’s only jean jacket is steve’s old jacket. 

☆ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 soda would try to get up an onlyfans when he got older to try to get more money to support the family. like brother, like brother or whatever they say. popping it out like his stripper older brother/j

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 dallas says he hates kids but somehow they kinda gravitate towards him. he doesn’t actually hate them, he’s just trying to keep up that cover. dallas has the energy of the cool uncle and rodrick heffley but nicer combined. he tolerates, more like protects, them because he reminds him of the childhood he never had.

𐙚⋆°. johnny did track with pony. trust me, that kid can RUN.

𐙚⋆°. two bit quotes/references obscure media around the gang, and he looks around to see if anyone got it before he just laughs it off.

☆ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 two bit would watch tawog.

𐙚⋆°. darry wears a necklace that holds his parents’ rings after they died under his shirt that he wears 24/7. that necklace is never off him. it’s his reminder to be the best mother and father he can be to pony and soda. 

☆ 𐙚⋆°. ponyboy and johnny had the sickest handshake together. they’d also be the type of mfs you’d see practicing dap ups to get that loud ass sound that reverberating in the school hallways. and sometimes they just randomly dap up and you hear that heavenly clap. pause.

☆ 𐙚⋆°. dally teaches gang signs that he picked up from those sagging fake ass gangsters at school to little kids. 

☆ 𐙚⋆°. they all recorded a ‘we listen and we don’t judge” vid and throughout the whole thing, darry would be have his arms crossed and give whoever was talking the NASTIEST side eye. some of the loudest judging w that. 

☆ 𐙚⋆°. same concept, they did the same thing with a hmo cake. steve and soda put each other on the cake. two bit had the most down bad hmos, like genuinely peculiar hmos like mama coco, ifyky. dally is the guy just putting conventionally attractive women. ponyboy and johnny weren’t contributing but they were definitely judging hard and gossiping about their weird hmos. 

𐙚⋆°. ponyboy went from liking sunsets to sunrises. sunsets were the last glimpse of gold before it went black, childhood becoming adulthood. he liked them because he was finally growing up, finally leaving his childhood behind. it was easier and for the best to grow up anyway. but after johnny’s death, he liked sunrises a little bit more. sunrises are the dawn, the start of gold. it’s unrealistic. pony knows he can’t stay a kid forever. sunrises are an escape. he still favors sunsets, and he wishes he could really show dally a sunset. he was on the brink of becoming an adult, and maybe a sunset would’ve showed him that last glimpse of gold, of childhood that would keep him going. sunrise or sunset, pony tries to stay golden, no matter what.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚

  "૮₍ •⤙•˶|✉️ ᴮᵉᵉᵖ..! ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˎˊ˗

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damn, this took WAY too long to post. i was going on and off with it. some of it kinda feels ooc, but idgaf. should i make the dally x reader fic or nah??? i honestly wanna write a dally x male reader oneshot,, anywayyyyy might make a part two.

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₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊ creds to

@roseraris for the divider

@icons80s for the header

tyyy.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ   

[tf2occontest]

ROUND 1 COMPETITOR MATCH-UP LIST

Seen below is our complete list of competitors and who they will be facing off against first! We encourage you to check out the versus art announcement as well. Usernames for each contestant are included in case competitors would like to communicate for mash-ups!

!! Clicking on the names of each matchup will take you to their poll!!

Flynn McKinney VS Maple Linwood/The Marksman

@/connicoxd & @/fishiiwasdrawing

WINNER: Maple Linwood/The Marksman

The Bandit (Evan) VS THE HUNTER

@/evangelina830 & @/scozthewoz

WINNER: THE HUNTER

The Cartographer VS “Splatter.” Or The Cleaner.

@/fratboycipher & @/awkward-writes-shit

WINNER: The Cartographer

Yorick Youngest VS PILOT (Viktor Lewis Lovelace)

@/god-mouths & @/karlmanly

WINNER: PILOT (Viktor Lewis Lovelace)

The Trapper (Real name: Angel.) VS Alexandria Marie Pierre

@/vsc-art & @/hypernova-writes

WINNER: The Trapper (Real name: Angel.)

Detective BLU Spy VS Nicole Whitman (The Craftsman)

@/hawki-doodles & @/krispygalaxy1018

WINNER: Detective BLU Spy

Pages/Stickmann VS navyman's bane (navy for short)

@/cometthecoolest & @/scoutbot

WINNER: navyman's bane (navy for short)

Akari Tanaka/Aoki Aojima (aka: The Chef) VS The Reverend

@/mg-dango & @/coopster3d

WINNER: The Reverend

Mathilda Vogal VS Isaac Shale / The Cyborg

@/stangeranfanficion & @/meet-the-cyborg/elliotbizarre

WINNER: Isaac Shale / The Cyborg

Vasya Pupkin VS Ned

@/leharpiste & @/moldforest

WINNER: Ned

Matchstick VS {The observer} real name {Koa Leilani Lopez}

@/bennykinnie & @/yourfavoritecuntist

WINNER: Matchstick

BLU Scout / Maxine Fox VS Miss Kimiko (the Instructor)

@/scorpiolight-madd & @/calsartisttrashbin

WINNER: Miss Kimiko (the Instructor)

Trapper VS The Glider

@/transfrogwithcoolsocks/meet-the-trapper-tf2 & @/ruthytwoshakes

WINNER: The Glider

C.A.A.T VS The Jack of All Trades, Wolfgang Stahl! (Bundled with Bluey, BLU JOAT)

@/coquettesinclair & @/mickmundane

WINNER: The Jack of All Trades, Wolfgang Stahl! (Bundled with Bluey, BLU JOAT)

Dr. Valentina Rosa García, The RED Chemist VS Assassin/Carissa Eirwyn Artemisia

@/archerwolfposts & @/cherry-blxssxm-chaos

WINNER: Dr. Valentina Rosa García, The RED Chemist

Reynold “Roy” Aiken - Class name: The Rascal VS The Barman (Thomas Armstrong)

@/thenumberonerascal & @/trypo-p

WINNER: The Barman (Thomas Armstrong)

Hacker VS SUN! Spy

@/robertazombie & @/moss4ev3r

WINNER: Hacker

Elijah King & Egon; The Assistants VS The Escapist

@/gordonfreemanreal & @/waffleincorperation

WINNER: Elijah King & Egon; The Assistants

Ivan “Volk” Katerzhnik VS Addison Pavone, Scout

@/lifenconcepts & @/theshelledonespods

WINNER: Addison Pavone, Scout

Balloonimedic VS The Blade (class name) / Hemi LaBoh (real name)

@/jolluxiscool & @/bohemianette

WINNER: Balloonimedic

Jack and Maya: The Jack Class VS The Deerhunter

@/msmoon-andmsmoon-and-the-cyberdemon & @/cervianthropy

WINNER: Jack and Maya: The Jack Class

Maria Humboldt VS The Therapist

@/ilovegayvampires & @/hazardtoons

WINNER: The Therapist

Conrad VS Logan Fisher/ The Assassin

@/vixendoesstuffz/orangestrawberries & @/gnarlygoth

WINNER: Conrad

The Ammomancer VS Undertaker ( Martin )

@/catpixi & @/rubyshimmer0x

WINNER: The Ammomancer

The Nightguard VS Muzzlemed / Meyer Stein

@/updogs-blog & @/shadyisabasicblog

WINNER: The Nightguard

The Archeologist VS THE BUTCHER!

@/the-depressed-comedic-relief & @/junkbrainz

WINNER: THE BUTCHER!

Pierce / The Supplier VS The Renaissance Man

@/sharkk-fin & @/mnyehlike

WINNER: Pierce / The Supplier

The Wildcard (RWC/Red Wildcard: Kaito | BWC/Blue Wildcard: Haru) VS The Intern

@/ura-0m0te-lovers & @/queensqueercourt

WINNER: The Intern

Ágatha, the Nurse VS Scurple (Purple Scout)

@/arts-of-gjb & @/cyantt-does-stuff

WINNER: Ágatha, the Nurse

María José Fernández González (The Cook) VS The Mafioso

@/h_xy0k & @/hodgepodgle

WINNER: María José Fernández González (The Cook)

Dmtryo / The Chemist VS Rico Black

@/loverboy-cc & @/blackblackheart

WINNER: Rico Black

Cherry - Scout VS Guǒyuán, The Gardener

@/reptil-enjoyer & @/goosecorp

WINNER: Cherry - Scout

Nathaniel Tumble VS Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

@/toyfriskman & @/mxcrowave/conductor-on-grn

WINNER: Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

Katherine Slyvia / The Burglar VS The Mecha

@/shepswrath/kleptomaniask & @/clovert3a

WINNER: The Mecha

Hannah Wallace AKA "The Slinger" VS Armani & Marcel, The Decoys

@/bunkless-bed & @/friendlyengie

WINNER: Armani & Marcel, The Decoys

Joseph Panganiban (Defuser Class) VS The Courier

@/that-one-digi & @/sicc-nasti

WINNER: The Courier

[lotstradamus]

do you have some favourite go-to recipes? i would love any of your recommendations!! xx

we eat the same few things on rotation in our house, as I do all the cooking, and I like a) one-pot meals, and b) pasta, preferably. most of these are fairly low effort but you get a lot of bang for your buck flavour-wise, and they're endlessly customisable!

also, listen, I don't do measurements. follow your heart and taste as you go.

the tiktok viral baked feta pasta from like 4 years ago ingredients: plum or cherry tomatoes, a block of feta (or boursin if you're feeling flush), garlic, pasta optional extras: spinach, cannellini beans, chili crisp recipe: whack your tomatoes, sliced garlic, and olive oil in a big dish. nestle your feta in there. I like to add a tin of drained cannellini beans at this point to bulk it out/cut down on the pasta/make the texture confusing, but you don't have to. stick it in the oven at like 180-200C for half an hour ish. after half an hour boil your pasta. retrieve your oven dish, stir everything up to desired consistency (I'm a chunk girl). you can add spinach while you do this for extra greenery, or a massive spoonful of chili crisp for heat and crunch, but it's good on its own. add the pasta and some pasta water if you need. voila. you simply cannot go wrong.

gochujang and hummus pasta ingredients: gochujang (this keeps forever in the fridge so it's a good kitchen investment), a tub of hummus, garlic, white onion, parm optional extras: parsley recipe: chop onion and garlic, sling them in a pan with butter and a splash of EVOO. when the onion is sufficiently sweaty and nice, add a dollop of gochujang (the bigger the dollop the spicier the end result) and stir it all in, followed by the whole tub of hummus. boil the pasta. add the cooked pasta to the pan, along with some pasta water, a shit load of grated parm, and garnish with parsley. my friend sent me a vegan version of this recipe about a year ago and I've made the non-vegan version roughly once a week since. it is so fucking delicious. butter bean thing ingredients: butter beans, garlic, red onion, tomato paste, cream/double cream/greek yog, lemon, sourdough/nice crusty bread optional extras: parsley recipe: throw chopped garlic and onion in a pan with butter and EVOO and really let them sweat it out. add tinned butter beans WITH THE JUICE. yes, I know. add in a few good squirty piles of tomato paste and stir, then let it all heat through. at this point start toasting your crusty bread of choice because I ALWAYS forget until the end and then I'm rushed. I recommend splurging for the good bread, slathered with melty butter. add whatever creamy thing you have to hand (the og recipe I saw said double cream, but I usually have greek yoghurt in and that does the job) to the beans, along with some lemon juice, garnish with parsley if you like and serve. use the bread as a giant spoon. you are welcome.

sausage soup/stew? casserole?? ingredients: celery, white onion, carrot, sausage/s, cherry tomatoes, tinned tomatoes, chicken broth, parm optional extras: creamy thing of your choice, spinach, orzo recipe: dice the celery, carrot and onion (mirepoix!), and throw it in a big big big pot with some EVOO. now: I get a pack of nice sausages and either mash or chop them depending on how much energy I have, but if you live somewhere with a butcher or whatever you can save your mashing arm and just get ground sausage. throw in the ground, mashed, or chopped sausage and cook for a bit. follow with a tin of chopped tomatoes and chicken broth. I usually put in about a litre. chop the cherry toms and toss them in. follow with a load of grated parm. if you have any parm rinds, throw em in and leave it to bubble away. this doesn't sound like much but it is so good. the longer you leave it the more flavourful it will be! towards the end I like to add in whatever creamy thing is in the fridge (double cream, greek yog, milk), along with lots of chopped spinach and a cup of orzo to really bulk it up. we can happily live on this for DAYS, especially if we have leftover fancy crusty bread from the gochujang pasta. oh and remember to take out the parm rind.

thai chicken curryish ingredients: chicken (thigh/breast), garlic, ginger, yellow peppers, spring onion, cashew nuts, rice, coconut milk, chicken broth optional extras: sriracha, coriander recipe: I love this one cos it is SO quick and SOOOO easy. cut chicken into chunks and brown it in the pot. whip it back out and throw in the chopped garlic and ginger (I have a tube of ginger paste in the fridge cos WHO has the time?) with a big glug of EVOO, then a cup of rice. jasmine works, but I've also used risotto rice. toss in the chopped peppers, spring onion and cashew nuts (if I have the energy I'll chop the nuts, but you can put em in as-is), then add coconut milk (a tin's amount, be that an actual tin or some of the melted stuff that costs 1/4 of the price - thanks Asian supermarket!) and chicken broth. put the browned chicken back in, give it all a stir, cover it, and stick it in the oven for like 25ish mins. here’s the NYT recipe if you need liquid measurements/an actionable recipe that isn’t me riffing. (as always, 12ft.io/ in front of the address to bypass the paywall.) serve it with sriracha squirted all over it (HIGHLY RECOMMEND) and coriander if you like it.

delicious little rice waffle ingredients: leftover jasmine rice, chili crisp, an egg, kewpie mayonnaise, sesame oil, spring onion, A WAFFLE MAKER optional extras: furikake recipe: full disclosure, you need a little waffle maker for this. mix the rice with chili crisp, a little sesame oil, and egg yolk. dollop it into the waffle maker and cook. garnish with kewpie mayo, sliced spring onion and some furikake if you have it, or just toasted sesame seeds if you have those, or neither! delicious little spicy umami snack, my beloved.

tuna melt of dreams ingredients: you know what's in a tuna melt recipe: swap the butter on the outside of the bread for kewpie mayonnaise and thank me later.

ADDENDUM: this goes without saying for me but sadly I know it does not for everybody: SEASON YOUR FOOD WITH SALT. IT WON'T MAKE YOUR FOOD SALTY IT WILL MAKE IT DELICIOUS. COOK YOUR PASTA IN SALT. WHEN IN DOUBT, ADD SOME SALT. THANK YOU.

[whitefeathers]

i’d say dark! billy butcher

mdni/ somno-ish, non consensual spying, borderline bully and definite perv!Billy Butcher

He’s a prolific sadist from what we see in the show, so he’s very dark when it comes to you, the thing he holds most precious in his heart. The only issue is he doesn’t really make this known to you. He’s mean, pulling at your hair when he walks past you to see you squeal, calling you a stupid cunt whenever you mess something up on a mission.

“You not got a brain up there, love? All fuckin’ air or somethin’? Dumb cunt,”

He’s so awful to you, and you’re sure he hates you. But to Billy, you’re his babygirl, his little one, his sweetheart - if you ever heard the names he mutters under his breath when he cums to you, you’d think he’d been replaced by a doppelganger. He’s just got to throw off the scent, that’s all.

He barely gets any sleep, dark circles rimming his heavy set eyes when he glares at you and cruelly laughs in your face after you burn your tongue on your tea. It’s not something that slips you by. You notice how exhausted he looks, and it always makes his gruelling worse when he’s this tired. What you don’t understand is why he’s this tired.

You don’t see what he gets up to when everyone else is asleep. You don’t see him sat in the corner of your bedroom while you sleep, hidden by shadows as he absentmindedly strokes his cock to the sight of you so peaceful and innocent.

He’s obsessed, and in his mind, he’s doing you a favour. He’s being so sweet to you without you even knowing about it - isn’t that the most genuine form of love?

“You betta ‘preciate this, babygirl,” he’d mumble, keeping his voice a low growl so to not wake you. He’d watch your chest rise and fall beneath your thin blanket, your body curled up around your plushie, soft hands cuddling the soft material. Some nights when he does this, you’re silly enough to let the blanket slip off your bottom half, exposing your panty-clad ass to any creep that could wander in.

Lucky you’ve got him to protect you, aren’t cha?

[collectingsorrows444]

Hey guys! :) Just drawing more silly stuff (fan art/doodles or sketches)

*drags myself from out of my grave of schoolwork*

Operation Ichor AU! By @slumbrr-r (GO CHECK THEM OUT!! Make sure to take breaks too, Slumbrr :D )

CHARACTERS INCLUDED:

Lumine by @gyan81 (sorry lol, I’ve never drawn characters holding any guns or weapons similar to such)

Wafi and Lina by @segagrimreaper (digital and traditional versions bc I personally think the traditional one is better but I really wanted to color it digitally)

Atri and Achelois by @theinfamousmaybelle (SEND MORE OF THE CUTIES PLS)

Carne by @youlookveryinterested (I kept frustrating myself with how the butcher knife would be held and which way, so I gave up sorry if it looks a little funny😭)

Cherri by @lilatheglitchybunny (every time I try to draw her smile, I start getting Sans AU/Undertale war flashbacks. 😭)

Holmes, Toots, and Shrimpo by @genderlessjacky (I owe you a real piece of art for them, just not this one)t

Teensy by @a-peanut11 (SHES SO CUTE OMG??)

Periot by @frenchcowws (my gf :D she finally has a blog now :> encouraging her to post/do art! She’s a very good artist :D )

POV: When your traditional art is better than your digital art 😔 (or the other way around)

One of my favorite girlbosses

Yeah so, basically another summary of the two I guess? (I bet there at least a bit of mutual understanding for each other. I promise real art will be made of Holmes’s family soon.)

Kiran thinks very highly of others around her.

CAPTIONS + ADDED COMMENTARY: a fucking termite bomb (or hornets) || *a dick move and she knows it! However, she does have a pest problem. Besides, if you (usually being a customer) don’t like bugs, she’ll try to keep them out of sight.*

(Idk, don’t ask me. She said she wanted to have a bomb and came up to have termites in them?? We both thought it would be funny and fit Periot’s character well. RIP if you don’t like bugs)

Canonically, she’s supposed to have a bounty or target on her head :)

“Mama, I’m in love with a criminal—“

My stummy been hurting a bit this week so :( But I promise you I have been drawing concepts and will add more lore for both Kirans (OG and Operation Ichor!version) soon! :)

(literally keep getting sick everytime I start to get better.. JUMPING)

[6feathered6siren6]

Anomaly in Time(Time loop part 6)

Authors note: So sorry for not posting this sooner(and not here) and it's somewhat short, I wanted it to be the greatest it could be. I also cut some stuff from this one, so I had to replan a few things. Next part should have more.

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6(here)

Trigger warnings Mentions of KC good endings of each love interest Death Gore Torture Panic attack

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『01:17.5』

Ronin made you go to purgatory early. You were in the rotten smelling alleyway, now just waiting for him. He didn’t say anything else except to meet up here. You couldn’t even get a read on him, you couldn’t tell if he was pissed or not.

It was pouring like that night… god.. Does he remember any past loops? His… death… that you killed him, the dread fills in. Does he remember that? Your throat closes up, the smell of rot, the acid burns in your stomach. Were the walls getting closer? How can you confront him? What if he-

“There you are, Darlin.” Ronin. “It's a pleasure to see you. In person, again.” He walks closer to you. Right, left, right, left. Before he was about a foot away. His smirk wasn’t there. Like he had no reaction. He leaned against the wall next to you, facing you with his arms crossed. You couldn’t tell about his reaction, was he pissed or…

“How.. how long?” You felt the word whimper out, you felt ashamed, how long have he remembered, or how much does he remember, does he remember his death in the very first loop.

“Since this devil remembers? This loop, but I remember some of the past ones. But, gruesome enough, more are blurry as shit.” He… doesn’t seem… mad, nor reacting harshly.

“What..” You pause, do you straight out ask him? “What do you remember?”

“The date from the past loop, the massive killing spree you’ve done, didn’t think you had it in you, all bloody and shit. The one in the bathroom, and a few others, but more and less hard to remember.” He tapped you on the arm when he mentioned the murder spree you did, before crossing his arms again.

“The first loop?” Your voice was a near whisper, you were scared that he could remember, like how are you sup-

“A bit, but again, blurry.” You felt your stomach twist, it doesn’t explain anything! Like does he know or not? “Why? Did we do something devilish together?” His iconic smirk was plastered on his face again.

He doesn’t remember. You let out a breath of relief, at least he doesn’t but it would have to be a story to tell him another time. Sorry, Ronin. But not in this loop.

–

Somehow, both of you reached his place, and you were sitting on his bed while he was on his chair. You were retelling everything you know about the loops and how there are two people that also remember.

“Victim? Damn, must have a death wish, why doesn’t he just kill himself? Why you?” He was leaning on his chair, arm rested on the back of the seat, and his legs were crossed.

You shrugged, “That I don’t have an answer to, all I know is that Victim is killing someone named Creator, and I’ve honestly thought Creator is the one who started these loops. And Victim wants me to kill them.”

“Well, let the gods fuck us,” He tapped his knee, clearly thinking. “Well, guess you're stuck with the Devil, sweetheart, ready to deal with me?”

You breathed in the air that smelt of oil and sweet cherries. You stared at your feet, not seeing Ronin’s concerned eyes. “I guess if I have to.”

—

Surprisingly, Ronin was calm about this. Better than you when you started. He remembers some of the loops, but missing a lot of them. Was it a pick and choose for whoever decided to start these loops? You let out a breath as you laid on your bed, looking out the window. Hopeful he doesn’t fuck you over with this.

–

You were staring at your phone as you saw the headline for the article, “The Devil’s Butcher massacred a hundred people in under a week.” Of course. You forget that he is a wild card. Fuck. You really need to set some kind of boundaries. But then again, you also went on mass killing in some loops. You’ll let him have this one, he’s gonna need the stress relief for the future loops.

『01:19』

You were on top of your building roof, letting the chilly December wind blow into your hair. It was calmish, the cars driving by and the lights buzzing. The stars were even out. Not a single cloud in the sky.

When Ronin started remembering the loops, he noticed that you walked on eggshells around him. Keeping him at a distance from the memories of the first loop, that his blood still coats your hands, even if it didn’t happen since. The nightmares of what you have done in the first loops are on repeat.

The chime on your phone was loud in the quiet air. Checking the message and it was Angel.

‘Hey! <3 Hope your night is well’

‘I got time to call in a bit if you want <3’

‘The Devil has been telling me you’ve been missing me <3’

Ronin knows you like him, but also the other 3. Surprisingly, he took it well. You remember what he said.

“You always crawl back to the devil, you tasted the apple, the blood. You’ll always want more sooner or later.” Like he knew, like he watched you lose your own mind. Losing yourself to try and save them as well.

You sighed as you started heading back to your apartment, feeling the heat from the building, warming you up instantly. Going into your place, grabbing a drink, then opening your computer to spend time with her until sunrise. But before it was time for her to leave, to at least take a small rest then going to record a youtube video.

“Well, beauty rest calls, this angel needs her rest. Reader, make sure you get rest too. I would rather not be the reason for you to pass out during your day.” Her soft siren giggles fills your ears, enticing you to stay there, to get her to stay, to beg, but she leaves the call, leaving you to stare at her chatroom with you.

You even feel like you have to be on eggshells with her, what if she randomly remembers, or Misaki, or V. Hell, Luca or Feli could remember. Don’t know when it could happen? Or even how? How did Ronin remember? Could it be like a virus?

You feel like going down that same rabbit hole like before. You need to go somewhere and get fresh air, before you start stabbing people.

—

Dressed into a heavy coat, you stood in front of your building. Blew into your hands for some spare warmth, thinking about how Ronin has been of some help, but since that last loop, there wasn’t any note nor hint of either Victim or Creator.

You started walking towards Purgatory, before pausing where you found that bloody note, Ronin kept mentioning to make sure you rest, that he rather not drag you to a bed. That he will make sure you rest before you somehow die.

Staring at the spot, especially where you found that note, you thought for a moment. Did you ever tell him you can’t die? That the loop just resets. You felt like the list of things to hide from him grows each day.

Sighing, something cracks that catches your attention, making you jump. You slowly got over there to see a box, broken and covered in blood. You looked around, you never saw this before. Picking up the box, the box was old, almost crumbling in your hand. The cardboard was also soggy, just peeling it away to see a broken frame, the picture was burnt in places. Like someone tried to burn it, then hid it. The only thing you could see was three people posing. Probably nothing, dropping the frame to hear the glass break more.

—

Ronin was sending you a message, something about finding a bloody room in an abandoned building, something he didn’t see before in the past couple of loops. But by the time the both of you checked it out, the loop restarted. It wasn’t even March. Neither one of you knew why or how. Something happened, and you weren’t pleased.

『--:--』

Soft female giggles fill the air, like sweet harmony, before she starts singing happy birthday. “You’re now 18, Brother! Make a wish!” Joyful music echoes through the abandoned building, same as laughing and excited voices.

The male that’s tied to the chair coughs, spitting out blood to the broken pavement. His breathing was broken and disarray, a rib kissing his lung.

The music comes to a stop as the recording ends. A deep sigh leaves the person who holds the phone. Shutting it off and placing it onto the rubble. Safe away from falling and shattering, like that would matter as it would return back to its former glory. Metal scraps the concrete as it reaches closer to the tied up male. The bat lifts up into the air, pushing his chin up, making him stare at his killer.

“Any words?”

“Go fuck yourself.” The male huffs, his words breathless and almost quiet, his rib inches closer to his lung, ready to puncture it.

“Not into it, but thanks for the suggestion.” A smirk reaches to their lips. “Now, tell me. How many more loops can you handle? You ran, you hid, you fought back, but everytime you ended up dead by my hands.”

The room was quiet.

“Did you know we aren’t the only ones in this time thing?” They paused. “The thing you created for her. Found out many, many loops ago, a journalist, someone that shouldn’t even be here . And yet, they have been broken by your hands as well. Your actions . Did you know they killed into the hundreds by now? Trying to find who caused this? They might kill you too.”

The male eyes widened by the confession. Someone else is in the loops. Someone pissed.

They continued, dropping the bat and circling his prey. “I know I certainly wouldn’t be surprised, I challenged them, too. Told them to kill me for freedom. I mean, I do know how to stop these loops, thanks to your little book.”

“You’re mad. Crazy! ” He coughed up blood.

“And you aren’t?” They chuckled. “You caused this, you caused her suffering over and over, all I am doing is delivering karma.”

“Go fu-” Crack.

He’s gone, dead again. Well, until the next loop. They sigh and start leaving the building. They don’t care about the body, nor their phone. They want to see how you were holding up, might even give you another hint to see you go mad again.

『01:22』

You woke up, feeling blood on your hands, wet from the rain, and the air felt poisonous to you. All you can see is Ronin’s knife in your hands, his laughter, Misaki's panicked voice, V’s last words before in handcuffs, Angel’s confession. It still haunts you, it twists in your mind, gutting you, almost like it’s killing you over and over. And you already felt death before. You felt like air was not going in, like you were closer to deep despair.

A hand was placed on your head, a calm present, something that pulled you out, even though your eyes blurred with tears you can see who it is. It was Ronin. He wasn’t gonna make fun of you nor make riddles.

“Bad dream?” He softly spoke, pulling his hand away, twisting himself so his back leaned on your side. Reminding you that he is there.

You nod, looking back at your hands, there was no blood nor a knife. But in the distance you can hear every horrible thing that you caused. You breathed in slowly then it went.

“Gonna say why?” You looked back to the red head.

“It’s…” You paused, how can you tell him that you killed him, ruined his friends lives in past loops. Your throat felt like sandpaper and rapidly closing up. “I…”

“You don’t have to say, but don’t let it bottle up. If you do, you’re just gonna ruin yourself.”

“Alright,” You said.

“Later, wanna go people watching? Finding our next victim to see if it can Victim?” He suggested.

“Sure, we might have to pick a new spot though.”

“How about heading more downtown? They might be there.”

“Sure.”

[it-lives-within-the-dark]

I really do love SBCL and I really feel like when you read the manga it SO blatantly in your face…but when I read Yana’s old blog it seems like she’s so dead set against Sebastian and Ciel caring for each other at all…that it’s like does she even see what she writers or and I just delulu… or are antis just cherry picking what they translate 😭😭

Hey Nonny!

Short answer:

I'm not familiar enough with Yana's old blog to make any judgements on what her intentions/feelings are for her story and characters based on her posts (not to mention, it's old - people can change their minds).

Long answer:

I go back and forth when it comes to authorial intent and death of the author. I've literally been on both sides of the issue. As a fan, it's easy to say that what the author intended doesn't matter and that my interpretation of their work is 100% valid, even if it's the complete opposite of what the author intended. On the other hand, I've been in the author's shoes. I took a creative writing class in college where one of our assignments was to write a short story and then the class would discuss it. Simple, right? Easy. Except I wasn't allowed to speak the entire time my work was being discussed. I had to bite my tongue for forty minutes while my classmates completely butchered my story, listen to them miss the main theme completely, focus on a random detail that meant nothing, and walk away at the end of class not understanding anything I tried to convey in my work. I never got to explain what it actually meant; all the little clues and details that they missed - nothing. And it sucked. A lot. But at the end of the day there was nothing I could do about it.

All that to say, I think it's up to you to determine what holds more importance: what Yana says in her old posts (keeping in mind the context in which those remarks were made - what year did she make those comments, and where does that line up in the publishing of the manga? - are you taking into consideration that she is a public figure and that she might need to watch her words so that she doesn't jeopardize her job? etc.), or how you personally interpret the work.

I also think it's important to keep in mind that there can be (and is) a difference in what you, the fan, want to see happen, and what you want to actually happen in canon. There's a tumblr post floating around that discusses this topic but I don't have it handy.

Sorry this was all a bit rambly!