#head's a little too big in the action pose but i was too far in before i noticed :/ aw shit i just realized the beard's too long too haha

[liliavalley]

Anthropomorphic animal design project I did for class! She's a woolly mammoth drummer and,. my wife :] how does she hold those sticks? don't worry about it.

[suashii]

୨♡୧ SEPTEMBER 9TH — itoshi rin x reader. sfw. fluff. happiest birthday to my forever boy! can't believe i've been obsessed with him for a year ❤︎

september ninth. you’ve made a habit of circling the date on your calendar—drawing party hats and flying scribbles of confetti on it—for the past couple of years now. you make a big deal of the day but the man you’re celebrating doesn’t share the sentiment.

if anyone walking down the street beside you two looked at rin, they’d never guess that it was his birthday. there’s no excitement radiating off of him, not even a hint of a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. as far as he seems to be concerned, today is just another day.

rin has never been big on his birthday but you do find it a little strange that he hasn’t mentioned the occasion once since you met up with him this morning. you have an excuse for neglecting to tell him happy birthday earlier in the day, having planned a small surprise for the man who claims to hate them, though, you’d like to be sure it won’t interfere with a prior engagement of his.

“what are you doing when you get home?” you nudge rin’s shoulder with your own to punctuate the question. you hope it comes off as a casual conversation starter rather than an attempt at prodding for information.

“don’t know.” he usually ignores your antics, though this time rin mirrors your action, gently bumping his shoulder against yours. your lips twitch with a threatening smile at the rare reciprocation. “probably just eat dinner and watch a movie.”

it sounds like his typical routine when the two of you part ways for the evening. on one hand, that clears you to go through with your plans. on the other hand, it feeds your growing curiosity. has he really been navigating today as though there was nothing even relatively special about it?  

again, you try not to give away too much by pushing the issue while still learning more. “nothing else?”

“no.” his feet continue on their path but the man turns his head slightly to look at you. teal eyes bore into yours like they’re looking beyond the surface, deep into your mind. it’s difficult to tell if he’s onto you. “should i be doing anything more?”

you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “i guess not.” 

a moment passes before you’re no longer the subject of his gaze, his eyes looking forward once more. a tiny sigh of relief pushes past your lips, like his stare was a heavy weight that was lifted off your shoulders. “hey, can i join you for the movie?”

“knock yourself out.”

you grin at his words, though you didn’t think he’d decline your request. rin may seem outwardly unfriendly but, deep down, he has a soft spot and you’re one of the few people capable of reaching it. you’re about to tease him about the juxtaposition between his cold delivery and its underlying kindness when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

you and rin are stopped at the crosswalk waiting for the light to signal your turn when you pull out your phone. the screen lights up with a photo of the two of you; you with your tongue stuck out and rin holding up bunny ears behind your head. just looking at it brings back memories of the day and how much of a hassle it was to get rin to pose with you. despite his resilience, it worked out in your favor in the end and gave you your favorite picture with him to date.

you quickly remember why you brought your phone out, eyes dragging down the screen to read the notification banner. it’s a text reminder that the gift you ordered for rin is ready. you’ve been anxiously awaiting the message all day, hoping it wouldn’t arrive when he was looking at your phone. you discreetly glance up at him to see if he caught a glimpse of it, but his eyes are carefully watching the crosswalk lights.

“shoot, i forgot i have to go pick something up,” you blurt out, shoving your phone back into your pocket. your announcement gains rin’s attention and his eyebrow quirks in question. you don’t quell his curiosity, instead pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction you’ll be heading. “i’ll be over your place after—don’t start the movie without me!”

rin watches you rush off. he doesn’t have much time to wonder about how odd you’ve been acting before the crowd of pedestrians around him begins to move and he’s carried away with it.

you severely underestimated how hard it would be to single-handedly pull off a surprise party for someone you spend practically every waking moment with. there isn’t enough time in the day for everything you need to do. the sporting goods store and bakery are farther apart than you anticipated and it’s only after you’ve retrieved rin’s gift and cake that you realize you don’t have wrapping paper or candles. by the time you’re on your way home to prepare everything, the sun is beginning to set.

“all done!” you clap your hands together before resting them on your hips as you survey your work. the cake is still safely packed away in its box, a small pack of candles sitting on top of it. the present you bought for rin is neatly wrapped in the owl-patterned paper you couldn’t resist getting when you first saw it in the store. 

you’re sure you look a little frazzled after running around to put everything together but if you take the time to freshen up, you’ll be even later arriving at rin's place than you had originally planned. and, in all honesty, you’re too excited to wait any longer. rin surely won’t care if a few hairs are out of place on your head.

with that final thought, you gather up everything and start on your way to his apartment.

the knock pattern rin has come to associate with you sounds from the foyer, indicating your arrival. he was almost sure you had gotten caught up with whatever you ran off for earlier as it’s much later than he was expecting you. still, he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his heart felt lighter in his chest upon hearing the familiar noise.

there’s a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue when he reaches the door, though it dies there when he’s met with your image after pulling the door open.

with a smile that reaches your eyes, you hold up the cake carton by its handle and exclaim, “happy birthday!”

rin stands silent, still, before you. if it weren’t for his somewhat parted lips and slightly raised eyebrows, you’d think he didn’t hear you. something about the look of surprise written on his face cements your sneaking suspicions from earlier.

“oh my god.” you lower the cake to your side, brow furrowing with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. rin has never been big on his birthday but you didn’t think he cared this little about it. “did you seriously forget that it’s your birthday?”

rin presses his lips together and relaxes his eyebrows, returning to his usual, calm expression. it’s true, today’s date slipped his mind. he isn’t sure why you’re making a big deal out of it, though. because all he can think is, “it’s not like it’s anything sp—”

“ah-ah-ah! don’t you dare finish that sentence.” if you could hold up a finger to shush him, you would. your hands are full at the moment so you settle for letting yourself in, gently pushing past rin and haphazardly kicking your shoes off. your eyes meet his as you look over your shoulder. “there’s still a few hours left in the day so we’re spending the rest of it celebrating.”

you leave little room for argument and while rin isn’t particularly excited by the idea of his birthday, he’s willing to play nice—only because you put so much thought into it. so, without resistance, he closes the door and follows you over to the couch.

you’ve set everything on his coffee table by the time he plops down next to you. his eyes are drawn to the rectangular box wrapped in the paper printed with cartoon owls. you must notice his lingering gaze because when you speak up, you tell him, “go ahead, open it.”

rin’s movements feel slow and awkward as he reaches for the present. if he had to guess why, he’d put his money on the fact that you’re watching him so intently. the box is weighty in his hands. his fingers carefully peel up the tape in an attempt to preserve your wrapping efforts. the name of a brand rin recognizes is revealed once he gets past the decorative wrap. he lifts the box’s lid and beneath the thin tissue paper he pushes past is a pair of cleats—the exact pair he’s been thinking about upgrading to for a while now.

“you always have the tab open on your laptop so i figured i’d just buy them for you,” your voice sounds from beside him. rin turns his head to face you and is met with your sparkling smile. leave it to you to be so attentive. he supposes you always have been, but something about your show of it now makes his cheeks warm up. to hide the impending pink sure to blossom on his face, he turns to set the shoebox behind him.

when the warmth subsides and rin is sure you won’t have any reason to poke fun at him, he meets your gaze once again. “thank you. i appreciate it.”

you nod, a small smile still tugging at your lips. rin’s voice sounds the same as it always does; neutral, maybe even aloof, but you know he means his words. 

“okay, time for cake,” you announce, repositioning yourself on the floor and reaching out to open the box. pressing down the flaps reveals the bright green matcha cake topped with fluffy cream and fresh strawberries. “could you get a knife and some plates, please?”

rin nods and makes his way to the kitchen while you begin to strategically place the candles atop the dessert. once you finish your simple design—a little smiley face, you use the light he keeps on the coffee table for his scented candles to light the ones on his cake. right on time, rin returns. he sets the dishes beside the box and takes a seat next to you on the carpet.

“happy birthday, rin,” you tell him again, deciding to spare him the embarrassment he would most certainly feel if you chose to sing. “make a wish.”

in the past, rin would simply blow out the candles to satisfy the crowd—no wish involved. he’s always found the tradition a little childish but now, looking at the enthusiastic expression you wear, there is something that rin really wants. maybe it’s silly to leave it up to something so baseless as a birthday wish, but rin still thinks the thought before blowing out the flames. 

you clap and cheer at his action which earns a real, genuine smile from rin. it encourages you to ask, “gonna tell me what you wished for?”

he shakes his head. “isn’t that against the rules?”

“you got me,” you admit through a laugh, carefully grabbing the knife to cut rin a piece of cake. as you slice out a triangle, you go on. “well, whatever it was, i hope it was good. you shouldn’t waste a birthday wish.”

rin still isn’t entirely convinced of the magic of birthday wishes, but if there is any validity behind it, he definitely didn’t put it to waste. because he wished to spend his next birthday the same way—with you.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

[petricorah]

Thanks for the ask, @strrwbrrryjam ! i'm flattered that you think I do a good job of that, because I'm still learning! (and I also struggle heavily with proportions. I have to resize my heads and arms so, so much...)

I'm afraid I don't have any secrets. I think the answer is to just practice, over and over again. But specifically, this is what I try to focus on as I'm learning:

references

quick practices - 30 second to 5 minute studies that help with getting a full scope of the shape and energy of the body, not meant to be perfect

studies - deep dives into certain anatomical structures (videos linked below)

Below the cut is how I use references go from this to this:

References:

Use a bunch of references! Pictures you take, stock images, from shows--practice real people. Even if your style is heavily stylized, it all starts from an understanding of anatomy.

How I Use a Reference When I Struggle With Proportions:

The first step I take while looking at a reference is to just draw a very loose sketch with a line of action that goes then entire length of the piece, and I try to section it out. I find if I don't think about the body as a whole, and just start drawing a head, the head will be way bigger than the rest of the image. So my first step is just really boxy and basic, just to get all appendages on paper. My first pass could look like this:

Okay, not bad. But the right arm is going way too far down--the forearm is really long. The head is too big for the style I want, and the left arm is at a 90 degree angle, unlike the picture. But, I have the general scope of everything on the page, so it's easier to adjust and look at the full picture!

Then, I try to focus on landmarks. I look at where certain body parts fall in the reference. For instance, Blackbeard's right elbow doesn't reach his belt, so his elbow shouldn't be near his waist. I can tell that his left arm is closer to being straight than at a right angle, and I can see that his head isn't as big on his shoulders as I have. I can also look at the negative space and see that the gaps between his right arm need to be smaller. So my next pass might look like this:

(I don't usually draw on the reference image, and I just "draw" the lines in my mind, but the for sake of things...)

Now it's looking a bit closer!

The next is the harder part. It's making things shapes, and is closer to the lineart stage. I try to follow curves, separate the chest from the torso, get the angle of the shoulders and head, etc. I have some video links at the end that explain this step much more in def.

You may notice that the head angle is a bit different than the image, and the shoulders are a bit lower. Sometimes, following a reference image completely either doesn't fit your style or, in some cases, the more accurate drawing following a reference can actually look "wrong" (anatomically) when drawn. Figure out what works best for you, and for the message you're trying to get across in the piece!

[sliiiight flashing in timelapse]

And here is the final timelapse, with a little refining and polishing of the anatomy. Not everything is completely accurate to the reference image, but I've created a believable image in the likeness.

I hope this helped! This was a quick and dirty post of something I'm still learning. Here are some youtube tutorial artists, resources, and books that I use to learn!

Youtube:

-ModerndayJames has lots of videos on creating shapes and understanding anatomy, and placing people in perspective. He has a lot of free videos, and then some cheap ones on gumroad that go more into it.

-Proko has lots of videos on anatomy!

Practice Resources:

-Pose Maniacs - figures in different poses. You can move the camera around to see different angles.

-QuickPoses has images for figure drawing and quick gesture drawing! You can even have different timers.

Books:

Morpho Series. There used to be the one on "Fat and Skin Folds" that was a free PDF download that was on tumblr for a while, but I don't believe the books are that expensive.

Taco's Books, published by Lezhin. This is heavily anime styled, but talks a lot about anatomy, and is a great resource!

[heartfullofleeches]

Bro, t-the Villain-roles!VA ask JSHEJ.

Imagine after the face reveal, yan!co-star takes a lot of pictures of reader (some with consent, most without).

Reader starts to notice that everytime they take a selfie, yan!co-star doesn't post it anywhere so reader asks them about it. Yan!co-star says that it's because their manager doesn't allow it, only for them to go home everyday to a room filled with reader's pictures covering every part of the walls.

- yumi anon

(Ps. Villain roles!VA reader sounds sexy as FUCK)

"Say 'cheese'!"

The protagonist puts on a wide grin as the flash from their camera goes off; two fingers behind your head in a rabbit ear and their arm locked around your shoulder. Cheek smushed to yours, they take what must've been the trillionth photo of you together with more to come.

You were both still at the convention where you revealed your face to the world. The event was finally over, and now the crew had a small picture taking season to wrap things up. After the initial shock of seeing their favorite actor's appearance was over, the leading star became obsessed with getting as many photos of you as possible.

The first one was wholesome enough- the star hero and the main villain posing for cute photos together, but it all went down hill from there. They hopped from their own waiting line to queue in yours. Told off fans who just met up with you despite there being a whole minute time limit. They wanted to be the only one who got to take a picture with you - and the most dedicated fans were beginning to notice.

You chuckle, gently pushing their face from yours. "What's with all the attention on me? I mean- not that I mind, but you have your own crowd to focus on."

The protagonist whines. "Aw, just one more please? We all know this is what the fans really want, and I need it for my page."

"Fine, but I expect compensation~"

-

"Smile!"

A bright light blinds your vision. Your co-star quickly blurts out an apology; forgetting to turn the flash off their phone.

"Oh- I'm real sorry about that, Y/n. Thought I shut that off."

You rub the stinging sensation from your eyes. "It's all good. What's this one for? We're surrounded by a bunch of cameras as it is."

You were on set of the live action telling of a show who's villain you voice acted - the perfect actor for its big movie event. You had just stepped out of the dressing room, when your co-star came up and snapped a photo of you. It was your first fitting - and they just had to be the first one to get a picture. You looked too stunning for them to allow anyone else. You fit the character down to their very core - the role was basically created for you. What they wouldn't give for some along action with you - still perfectly in character.

The protagonist laughs. "Just wanted to get a quick photo- you look amazing! The fans will love this when we're allowed to post behind the scenes takes."

As if- You're for their eyes. And theirs alone.

-

"Look this way...."

They mutter to themselves; breathes fogging the glass of their phone. The directors held a little party to celebrate the final recording of the film. Crowded by a few fellow stars, you chat the night away; oblivious to your colleague across the way - staring everyone down. They had been taking pictures all night with the rest of the crew, but now it was time for their own personal private collection to grow.

An oddhanded joke makes you snicker; holding your head back with a loud bark of laughter. Music to their ears. The change in direction gives them the perfect chance for yet another photo of you - the edges only slightly blurry.

Finished with the conversation, you head over to them. They're quick to a straight face - choking down the butterflies in their stomach.

"Ready to go?"

"Y-yea, course. Just waiting for you."

As you grew closer, you began to carpool with them after finding out their place wasn't far from your own. They kept to themself - fearing outing themselves as your biggest fan, but tonight you ask a question that's been on your mind for a while.

"Hey- I know it's your page and all, and I'm not saying this because I'm forcing you, but what happened to all those photos you were going to post?"

Your co-star grips the steering wheel; beads of sweat rolling down their neck. "My manager said it wouldn't be wise to post them yet. People might get the wrong idea or something apparently."

It drives a nail into their soul to say that, bit it's the only excuse they could conjure. You nod along, dropping things there. You never got that talk from yours, but everyone's different.

-

Pulling up to your building, you slug your arms around them in a hug which they eagerly reciprocate.

"H-hey?! What's this for?"

"Just been wanting to do that for a while. With everything wrapping up, we won't see each other as often."

They hold you tighter. That was true. Painfully so. Their heart hammered in their chest. Would now be a good time to confess? You had never been this close before, and from this moment on you'd only drift apart. With their lips still sealed, you grab your things and climb out the car; patting the roof of the car to get their attention.

"Don’t think about it much. Let's keep in touch, okay?"

You send them off with a smile, waltzing up to your front door. Every time they seen that door open, it's like the gates of paradise unveiling before their eyes - inviting them into the imagery of your territory and the comfort of your arms. Without fail each time, they kick their car back into gear and head off home.

-

The newest piece in their horde is already done when they get home. Dozens of photos liter the floor; their printer kept running at all hours off the day for just the occasion. Starting with the most recent, your co-star tears the printed photo from the bottom of the printer - grabbing a thumb tack as they walk over to the already crowded wall. Finding just a sliver of free space, they nail the image of your laughing face to the wall.

The actor falls back in the nearby chair in awe of their work that spread through every corner of their house. The perfection that was your smile; your every expression. They spin in their seat with the burning hope of one day having all of this to themself in their spirit - planning to do whatever it took to make that fiction a reality.

[vaathnaos]

Shifting sands question but a bit more meta!!

Do you have a favourite character to draw out of the boys?

What part of the comic was your favourite to draw? Which one was the hardest?

Are there any specific scenes you’re excited to draw (any clues you can give us as to what that is? >:])

Character/lore wise, did you change a lot compared to LU canon? Or is it pretty much the same, lore wise?

Have a great day!!

Hello once again! I’m always happy when i see these

1. It’s a tie between Time and Legend. Time is a cool muscled guy so i get to draw big muscles and also because muscles. Legend is really fun to draw because of his attitude and overall little shit vibe.

2. My favourite panel is also your favourite! Ya you know the one. But the hardest was the page after that, with the time bubble that gutters the panels!! That’s my proudest so far!

3. You ain’t getting a crum out of ME. jk I can say you can expect more robots, ACTION and some fight scenes coming sometime later… i’m actually training to draw some more dynamic poses right now :]

4. I don’t think my characters are too far off the Linked Universe Canon. Time is around 30 and is a veteran of war after the whole Oot and Mm thing. Sky is in his early 20s he is the protector the triforce with his Zelda, they started a settlment on the surface. Wind is a teenager ~15 and he’s been sailing around with Tetra and Aryl (after Phantom Hourglass). Legend is ~19 years old and he’s the tricky one. In Lu he’s a mash up of Alttp, Oracles, Link’s Awakening, Albw and Triforce heroes. In my comic i’ve considered all of these canon (in that order) he currently lives with the royal family while Ravio’s been renovating their house. I don’t consider them in a romantic relationship, more like roommates, living with an alternate version of yourself.

Anyway I could talk about head canon All Day.

[agandar]

nwos ramblings time

first of all WOOHOO YAHOO WAHA NEW TRAILER YIPPEE!!!

second of all. 2025. puts head in hands it's fine it's cool im patient it's not that long <- exploding

third. actual trailer thoughts.

it looks GREAT i REALLY LIKE IT

i really adore the artstyle they've used for the 3d models, they aren't as jarring as the old ones (which i didnt like at first but they grew on me) and still look real nice and stylized - a little nit picky but sometimes the mouths look? odd?? but like eh whatever. the noses too sometimes but again. eh whatever.

i will say though. i like the artstyle but. laytons new model. im kinda. iffy on it. at least right now it's prolly gonna be the old 3d models situation again where i gotta adjust then i can appreciate them in their own way but as of the moment. im kinda. hmmmm. i'll need to see them more in action too of course but right now he just feels. off. at times it looks fine and then others it looks odd. there's the outfit change, sure, which i wasnt the greatest fan of but i hardly hate it - i just prefer his big ol thick coat and sweater. that's fine, that isnt the problem, but he just. his whole shape language just feels! off! that man is a cylinder!! rounded squares!! reassuring and reliable!! in this he kinda looks like a triangle! maybe it's just the one idle pose cus we didnt see much STILL. part of what i liked about him is that this man is a TUBE. he is the cardboard tube that cain killed his brother with. now though he's looking less tube and more rolled up carpet with a rubber band on. but then again who knows these are just my initial gut reactions! maybe layton just decided he wanted to go to the club in which case slay king go for it also his head just looks like a touch too big but maybe that's also just my brain imagining things

also. luke's model. perfect no notes fantastic bowtie

the 3d cutscenes looked really nice which im pleasantly surprised by BUT i really hope they wont be used to like. replace 2d cutscenes. i dont imagine they will since they're a staple of the series but still.

kinda hope it stays like what we saw in the trailer where it's just layton's musings and lukes thoughts on things, maybe interspersed a bit throughout the gameplay where they need to be like 'look he picked up a thing here's a quick shot of it!' just yknow complimentary stuff and little moments. then again though i'd love for them to prove me wrong i just still have miracle mask cutscene ptsd

either way i like them so far and i hope this might mean we get a few more cutscenes where we can just see layton and luke interacting with stuff more. and also give us more swordfighting because i mean. layton swordfighting. it's the first time we've seen him in ages i'd be there trying to shove as many layton swordfights in as possible, finally give him a sword to just have on him at all times so that every single cutscene there's always the potential he'll just whip it out

the 2d art we have seen FANTASTIC i LOVE IT it's GREAT and the environments (or environment we've only seen like one) is DELIGHTFUL im so glad to see that good ol layton architecture im so excited to see more, ive always adored how environments and backgrounds are stylized also LITTLE LUKE AND LITTLE LAYTON SURVEYING THE SCENE!! THEY ARE JUST. IN THE CORNER. THEY ARE LOOKING!! it's a really small detail but it's GREAT i really hope it wont be just the one area

i also really like the hud we've seen so far, it looks clean without being obstructive or distracting - was a bit worried how they'd make it work on switch but so far it looks good still a bit worried about the memo just cus i know i will be playing mostly docked and memo functions with joysticks are. eck. but like hey im the one thats gonna opt out of using a stylus so that's on me, hopefully we can just stamp some stuff like circles and numbers maybe and that'll be enough

lastly though THE MUSIC!!! YEAHHH LAYTON MUSIC!!! layton music is always good this is no exception, absolutely looking forward to eventually having this new puzzle music ingrained in my mind after staring at a puzzle for 4 hours really been liking what we've been hearing so far it's got the good ol Layton Rhythm and the signature accordion but with a new twist i like, more brass instruments it sounds like man i cannot WAIT to hear what the title theme will sound like they always manage to pop off with the main theme

ok well anyway. managed to write a small opinion piece of a 3 minute trailer so that goes to show the grip this has on me. maybe this will finally spur me into finally doing art like ive been meaning to for uhhh checks watch. over. a year now. uhhhh anyway i think i've been writing this in snippets over the course of like an hour as i thought of more things to add but i dont have anything more at the moment so i am going to let this post go now to live in the wilderness. be free

[eruden-writes]

Slow Burn - 4 (Endeavor x OC)

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CURRENT CANON STORY. TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

Months have passed since the war. The heroes won, but there's still rebuilding efforts to be completed. And not just buildings and cities.

Maemi Ono is one therapist, among many from her US-based agency, who is chosen to treat Class 2-A (previously Class 1-A) as a group and Dabi, of the former League of Villains, individually. However, with the war still fresh in his head and suspicions high, Endeavor isn't so sure Miss Ono's intentions are entirely as good as they seem.

When Maemi's past rears its head, will it prove Endeavor correct? Or will it pull Maemi further into Endeavor's orbit?

This one runs long, because we see Maemi and Dabi interact, too!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (coming soon)

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Part 4: Jokes

“I don’t know how you manage the same expression and pose every time.” Maemi’s grin spread wide over her lips as she pointed to the photo of she and Endeavor in their most recent ride’s photo booth. There was no hapless employee working, at the moment. UA had already paid for ride photos and they were being instantly uploaded into a cloud for students and chaperones alike.

Endeavor scowled, his arms crossed much the same way they were in the photos. “It’s not the same.”

“Lies!” Miss Ono pulled her phone free of her jean pocket, tapping the screen a few times. Suddenly, the phone was shoved into Endeavor’s face - well, as close as the shorter woman could get it - and a prior ride’s photo registered in his eyes. Maemi pointed animatedly between her phone and the most recent picture displayed on the screen of the kiosk.

He was, admittedly, wearing the same expression and in a very similar pose as the last ride’s photo. It wasn’t exact, however.

“Not the same.” One beefy arm deigned to uncross itself, pointing to the offending difference. “My arms are crossed differently.”

“Ooh, big difference,” snarked Maemi as she brought her phone back to her, looking at the photo. After rolling her eyes, she shoved her phone back into her pocket.

The two walked on in silence after turning away from the photo kiosk. Thankfully, their little entourage of students had finally grown bored of dragging the counselor and the pro-hero from ride to ride.

After a surreptitious look around, Endeavor decided it was safe enough to say the words tumbling about his head. “I should apologize for earlier.” 

“For what?” Maemi angled her gaze at him, her eyebrows raised. Though she wasn’t exactly surprised the man had finally acknowledged something to apologize for, she couldn’t say she was expecting it. He was a proud man. Or perhaps a bit dense to social cues. She hadn’t exactly settled on which, yet.

“What happened on the ferris wheel,” he said crisply, not quite meeting her gaze. He’d had time to consider his actions, through the litany of other rides they’d been dragged on. “I didn’t realize how inappropriate my question sounded, at that time.”

“Oh, I see.” A slow smile crept over Maemi’s lips. The look sent a hot-cold sensation down Endeavor’s spine and his honed danger senses suddenly flared to life. He couldn’t understand why until Maemi made a motion toward her chest, her damp shirt clinging to her breasts. “And would you consider staring at my water-drenched chest appropriate? Or are you going to apologize for that, too?”

Endeavor choked, ears burning. Part of him hadn’t been aware he’d done anything of the sort. Another part of him couldn’t hide from the fact his eyes did wander over her body, from time to time. 

Maemi chuckled, falling quiet as they passed a group of students. She waited until they were far enough away before responding, though she kept her voice pitched low.

“I appreciate your apology, but it’s okay. Like I’ve said before, I’m a bit more sensitive today.” She gave a careless shrug, before her attention once more slid to the pro-hero. Something prickled along his thoughts as her eyes hooded and that teasing smile broadened once more. “And I don’t fault you for teasing or looking at me. It’s not like I’m innocent in either of those.” Before Endeavor really knew it, Miss Ono had plucked his shirt between her forefinger and thumb. “By the way, white was a poor choice for water rides.” 

A flash of warmth once more scorched down his spine as he glanced down, Maemi releasing his shirt. The white shirt he’d chosen was damp, not quite as wet as it had been when exiting the ride. But the fabric was still rather sheer, especially under the light of the sun. He hadn’t even thought of that. 

Apparently his expression gave himself away as a crooked grin tilted dangerously at Maemi’s lips. She couldn’t help but enjoy herself at his expense. “If you like, you can borrow my hoodie to preserve your modesty.” 

Endeavor’s eyebrows lowered, turning his scowl to the woman. His gaze dropped to the hoodie tied around her waist, trying not to note how wide her hips were. He was only looking at the indicated bit of clothing. “Your hoodie will not fit me.” 

“You could wear it around your shoulders.” Her hands went to her own shoulders, fingers splayed as she continued to tease him. “Like a pompous rich pretty boy.” 

Pompous? Sure, he’d been called that before. Rich? Obviously, as Japan’s Number 1 Pro-Hero. However, one descriptor made Endeavor’s brain stumble. “Pretty?” 

“That’s what you focused on?” Maemi snorted, her hands falling to her sides as she spun on her heel, once more moving aimlessly along the walkway. She wasn’t about to explain herself to his face. His intense stare would get the better of her, turning her into a blushing and babbling mess. Even if it was just from the viewpoint of aesthetics, there was a perceived implication in calling another any level of attractive. Whether that implication was true for her or not wasn’t something to explore right now. “Add vain to the list. A vain and pompous rich pretty boy.” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” He followed after her, not really enjoying feeling like he was being led on some invisible leash. 

She peered over her shoulder at him, her eyes alight with pure impishness. “And?” 

Which, as much as it annoyed him, did it really matter how she saw him? Who cares if she used pretty to identify him? He knew others found him attractive, though it wasn't really spoken about after his abuse and missteps became more public. Endeavour couldn't really say he'd ever been called pretty. And he wasn't sure if he enjoyed it now or not. Though, it wasn't completely unenjoyable, he decided.

Though, it definitely smacked of unprofessional on Miss Ono's part, given the fact she was one of UA’s therapists. For whatever reason, he didn’t really want to address that. Instead, he hedged into another topic that had nagged a bit at his thoughts. “You seemed much different from our first meeting.”

“I was prepared and poised. I didn’t expect you on this trip and - again,” Maemi paused to turn to him once more. Her hands had raised, palms toward herself and fingers wiggling, “I’m marinating in teenage emotions.” 

Despite himself, Endeavor cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing with scrutiny. “How’d you prepare for our first meeting, then?” 

“I cleared my schedule before our meeting, so you saw me fresh and bright-eyed.” 

He hummed, eyes still narrow and scowl still in place. How she acted when prepared versus unprepared made sense, when considering her Quirk and the environment. The emotional teenager-filled environment. Still, Endeavor couldn't help but make his observation of the woman clear. “You’ve been pretty fresh on this outing, Miss Ono.”

“Oh, you have jokes now. Alert the presses.” To Endeavor’s surprise, Maemi laughed once again. At that moment, he realized her smile wasn’t as placid as it had been back in her office. 

If he allowed himself to, he might enjoy her smile and maybe even her laugh. 

He shoved the thought to a dark corner as Maemi turned away once again. She mused about getting some food and, without much thought, he gave a non-commital grunt. Once more, he followed Miss Ono through the amusement park, trying not to dwell on feeling like a leashed dog being led down a path.

—

That weekend, Maemi stepped into an all-too-familiar room after being cleared by the friendly guards. There was a sense of bleakness, despite the attempts to make it homey. On the surface, it looked like a studio apartment sans kitchen. A tatami bed mat in the far corner, strewn with magazines and books. Opposite the bed, a sofa and television, equipped with a gaming system, sat. Close to the door, a large table stood sentry, often littered with little projects or remnants of meals prior. Various tables and bookshelves littered the room, filled with reading material or movies or games.

Unseen on first inspection was the fact everything was fire retardant. Even the books and magazines had been molecularly reformed to withstand flames via an ingenious invention created by one Mei Hatsume. Further, the room itself was equipped with a security system that could freeze its inhabitant out, should it be a concern.

On paper, it was the ‘perfect’ place for the notorious villain who currently slumped at the table, arm thrown over the back of his chair.

“So how did little Shoto enjoy the amusement park?” Dabi’s words dripped with snide sarcasm, but Maemi could feel the genuine curiosity beneath the surface of his words. She couldn’t exactly say the man worried for the boy. The threads of concern and care were there, but there were ropes of jealousy and frustration and annoyance, as well. The feelings of the elder Todoroki brother concerning his youngest sibling always sloshed with complexity.

Though, Maemi would like to believe the care and concern were getting stronger in Dabi.

“Well, he didn’t get into any trouble,” she answered, trying to recall if any of the other chaperones had mentioned anything. “I didn’t see him much, but I was buddied up with Endeavor, so Shoto probably avoided me.”

“What?” The flare of amusement almost burned over the flickering jealousy, but Maemi caught the latter. Even as Dabi grinned and leaned forward. “Are you saying Endeavor volunteered to chaperone a field trip? Mr. Important-Number-One-Hero? And you babysat him?”

“Yes, well, his arrival was unexpected.” Maemi chuckled and shook her head, Dabi’s wicked delight contagious. But it was the young man’s blunted jealousy and hurt that spoke more clearly to her. Undoubtedly, the sensation that Endeavor favored Shoto shot through Dabi. “Would you like to see his sullen ride photos?” 

Moments later, Dabi and Maemi sat on the same side of the table, hunched over her phone and scrolling through the amusement park photos. The guards on the other side of the viewing window watched with apprehension, but therapist and patient ignored them.

The young man crowed about Endeavor’s indifferent-bordering-on-miserable expression in every photo. Of course, the old man couldn’t even find joy at an amusement park. A cold thread of sadness tangled around Dabi’s gloating joy. 

“Is something wrong? You feel a little sad?” From day one, Maemi had made Dabi aware of her powers. It was something she had suggested to the other counselors who worked with the rest of the League of Villains to do, as well. Don’t hide important information from them, and - hopefully - they won’t hide from you. 

Dabi didn’t look at Maemi right away. His gaze still stared at her phone, but she doubted he was seeing the picture on the screen. Finally, softer than his brusque tone, he said, “We’d go to amusement parks, sometimes.” 

“We?” 

“Fuyumi, Natsuo, me, Mom and…” Dabi’s eyebrows lowered, internally struggling between the two names in his head. Hurt flared, his jaw clenched. Maemi watched and waited, until the young man finally shoved up his protective wall and growled, “And Endeavor.” 

Maemi gave the young man a moment of quiet, waiting for him to continue on his own. When he didn’t, she decided to prod. “What were those days like?” 

“They were…” There was a momentary struggle inside Dabi, as he fought fond nostalgia and bitterness. The former won out as he continued, a softness in his tone, “They were good. At least in the beginning. Mom rode the little rides with us a lot, before we became ‘big kids’ able to ride on our own. Dad was too heavy for most of the little kids’ rides.”

Maemi was careful to school her expression, as she had to whenever Dabi fondly spoke of Endeavor as a father. It was rare and, most times, the young man would stutter or fumble if he realized what he said. This time, Dabi either didn’t notice or didn’t care. 

“By the time we were ready for the bigger rides - the rides he could ride - he was too busy.” Dabi rolled his eyes, bitterness and a hint of jealousy tinting his tone. “With work or with training Shoto.” 

Maemi hummed with contemplation, wondering if Dabi knew what she was going to ask. Even if he did, she would have to verbally say it. “Did Shoto ever go on these amusement park excursions?” 

Dabi fell silent, eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t want to say it. She could feel the beginnings of annoyance in him, as he realized where she was pulling him. “No.” 

“Must have been lonely for both of you.” Maemi was careful to not sound accusatory, simply gentle and thoughtful. This was a familiar path and, though Dabi had to be led by the nose, he still required care in her words. “You, missing the closeness of your father. Him, not even experiencing the togetherness of a family outing.”

As usual, Dabi’s expression darkened and his gaze flickered to Maemi, a lightning strike of ire. “I thought this was my session, not Shoto’s.”

Annoyance and frustration, a stubborn anger and hatred, all of the usual heated and negative emotions swirled. But - as it had a habit of appearing more recently - a relenting swam between it all. A softer, grudging, understanding that needed time to grow.

“You’re smart, Dabi.” Maemi lips curled into a pointed smile. She was used to flashes of anger in clients, it rarely upset her. “You know why I said it.”

Even if they’d circled across a familiar conversation, even if the young man knew what Maemi’s point was, he slumped back in his chair. A frown curved at his lips as he crossed his arms. She tried not to smile in amusement - certain Todorokis and crossing their arms - as he leered irritably at her. At least it was a step up from the hatefulness he subjected to her in the earlier months. 

“Talking about your family, Natsuo asked to visit again,” Maemi shifted the conversation away from one difficult topic to one hopefully less so. All the Todorokis had been asking to meet with Dabi since his capture. Well, except for Endeavor, which was probably a good move. The higher-ups had wanted to hear about progress with Dabi’s mental state, before allowing any potentially triggering family close.

At the name of his brother, Dabi seemed to perk up, happy to forget the comparisons between Shoto and himself. “Yeah?” 

“My superiors say it’s fine, if you’re ready.” Albeit they were grudgingly allowing it as a ‘dry run,’ just in case the visit triggered a relapse in Dabi. Maemi inclined her head to the young man, watching his expression and feeling his emotions carefully. There was a hesitant sort of hope, too afraid to fully blossom should it get crushed. “Are you ready to face your younger brother?”

Dabi’s gaze flickered to the table, where his hands rested. He ran his thumb against the back of his opposite hand’s palm, tracing over the staples and damaged skin. Curiosity, dread, hope, concern, and a cacophony of other emotions churned in him. 

Maemi smiled softly at him, keeping her voice soft like she was speaking to a skittish animal. “It’s okay if you’re not ready.” 

“I’m not scared.” The words came suddenly from Dabi, his gaze flashing to her features. 

“I didn’t say you were,” she reassured him, her smile twitching a little at his insistence. He still seemed to bristle under her attention, so she tried to assuage him. “Talking to your brother for the first time since everything is a big deal. You’re allowed to feel apprehensive and take your time.” 

The longer Maemi spoke to him, the more the young man seemed to ease. His gaze flickered to the table, his eyebrows twisting with uncertainty until a furrow formed between them. “I… want to, but…” 

He trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in mid-air. Maemi waited patiently, watching as Dabi’s jaw flexed in thought. A cacophony of emotions pulsed from him. Excitement, fear, worry, hope, delight, anger, sadness. It was all tangled, but not quite as tangled as when their sessions began all those months ago.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to decide now.” Once more, Maemi tried to soothe the emotional agony in Dabi with soft words and an encouraging smile. She placed an envelope on the table, having retrieved it from her bag earlier. “Natsuo also requested I give you this, in case you weren’t sure.”

Dabi stared at the envelope, not reaching out to it as if it’d strike him. “What is it?” 

“A letter, letting you know Natsuo’s feelings.” This had been a suggested mode of communication for a long time. All the Todorokis - save Endeavor - had been asked to write a letter months ago. Natsuo finished his before the others, worked with Maemi on polishing it up, and had been chosen as the first to bridge the gaps between the family and Dabi. “He admitted he’s angry over a lot that’s happened, but he just misses having his older brother. Among other topics.” 

The young man hadn’t moved from his spot. He continued to stare at the envelope, his lips bunched tight. More apprehension and uncertainty bubbled from him. 

“It’s about time for me to go,” Maemi finally told him softly, trying to gently rouse him from his thoughts. She reached for the envelope, ready to slide it back into her bag. “If this is too upsetting, I can take the letter with me.” 

Slowly, as if he was forcing his hand through sludge, Dabi pressed his fingers to the letter. For a brief moment, Maemi worried he’d burn it, too afraid to face whatever Natsuo had to say.

“I want to read it,” he finally said, pulling the letter closer to him. He finally tilted his gaze back to her, a somber seriousness replacing his carefree roguish act. “I’ll ask someone to get you, if I need you.” 

A flutter of relief brushed through Maemi. At least, Dabi hadn’t burned the letter. Not that she hadn’t made copies, just in case, but still. He was actively choosing to confront what his family had to say, even if it was difficult. 

She simply hoped he was prepared for what they had to say. “Okay, I trust you to know your limits, Dabi.” 

For a brief moment, the cocky grin of the villain that had terrorized Japan, and his own family, returned. He oozed a sense of assuredness, which wasn’t altogether genuine. “When have I ever known that, Miss Ono?” 

“Dabi.” Maemi’s expression hardened, her lips thinning with a frown. He was falling back into his protective persona, the emotions of this visit taking its toll on him. “Please.” 

“I know, I know.” The act immediately melted away, his shoulders slumping. He waved his hand carelessly, but couldn’t meet Maemi’s gaze. “Don’t worry about me. I remember all that mindfulness junk and whatever.”

It would have to do, Maemi decided after a moment’s hesitation. The guards were tapping on the glass, trying to remind her their session’s time was up. She hurriedly gathered her things, before standing. “I’ll see you in a few days, Dabi.” 

“Yes, Miss Ono,” sighed the young man, like a put-out school child answering their curmudgeonly teacher. 

Maemi turned to glance back at him once, where he still sat at the table, staring at the still-sealed letter. She could see Dabi swallow heavily, before slowly pulling it closer. His finger nervously traced the seam of the envelope, still internally debating.

Despite the worry in her heart, Maemi forced herself through the exit. As soon as she left, the familiar sound of hydraulic bars and steel-enforced doors shutting sounded behind her. 

In a world where Dabi was allowed very little freedom - granted, for good reason - letting him choose his path was the best thing Maemi felt she could do for him.

[pioneeroverc-my-5000th-sideblog]

Summary of November:

Not focussed at all. Started doing some random studies of other artists. Leaning hard on composition-over-plotted-out-backgrounds, which, while good for my composition skills, is not what I wanted to be doing

Plan from October :

All monthly/weekly goals for the year ✗

Proko: ribcage ✗

Review all Proko notes ✗

DAB Lesson 7 ✗ working through

One FE fanart every 4 days ✓ averaged out to every two days!

Draw N7 Day piece before N7 Day ✗ only did a boring fullbody sketch (at least I did something)

December plan:

All monthly/weekly goals for the year

Proko: ribcage

Review all Proko notes

DAB Lesson 7

One FE fanart every 4 days AND NOT MORE OFTEN

Plan out and draw all the Kylux Advent ideas I have

Put Kylux Advent into my spreadsheet

notes and improvements from finished stuff:

try to find photo reference for expressions✗, do Proko ribcage lesson✗, draw and detail with linework everyday objects✗

lute: proportions screwy, uncanny valley eyes, lineart+painting don't blend well together

valter: though I like the composition overall, it goes dark too quickly. hair is too abstract to really look like hair. awkward pose and his right hand looks kinda flat. cup looks too smooth/undetailed to fit in the picture

linhardt: eyes too far apart? attempt at softening lineart edge where it meets the tree is very messy and detracts. overall very plain and flat, could have used some patterns in the background or thinner lines

n!heath: expression is REALLY BAD (mouth), armour doesn't align with arm orientation and pose is stiff. however, detail level is nice!

shep: leg muscles are completely made up and it shows, hand is v bad

limstella: composition isn't very interesting, rendering on sleeve is just a bunch of random triangles because I don't know how to draw folds, facial features look uncanny and not in a good way, I do like how their hair fades out into the background though

revan: face is flat (nose looks 2d), colours are too busy with too-sudden contrast changes, hand perspective is a little screwy but looks ok overall, background is a mess

revolutionary girl eirika: gormless expression, cheaped out on drawing hands, she isn't actually putting any force into the hand on her hip, sleeves don't have clearly defined planes

lyon: i hate that bright white nose highlight so much, lighting direction overall is p unclear, hand is too dark and looks dead, eyes too far apart

heath 2: forearm should be facing more to the left because it looks like the upper arm is too short otherwise, face isn't tilted up enough (I remember struggling with this one because being able to see too much of the underside of the chin in a stylised drawing is… it looks weird), I do like how vibrant the colours ended up though. i think I was playing around with curves at the end?

kylux: hand looks very fat unintentionally, tried to convey the reflectiveness of leather but couldn't, they don't really look like they're interacting (works for the dynamic but I didn't mean to draw it this way)

karel: back of head too large, hands too simplified?, dull values, hair looks really bad/stringy

grado bang: I need to stop using a lineart brush that's too big because it makes any kind of details look really bad

ice machine: composition KINDA works but actions aren't clear, lines feel v lifeless (esp. chair). not sure why

karel: think his shoulder is in a bit of an awkward angle and hair feels a little contrived but overall this is p ok

heath 3: pose looks like he's overextending his shoulder, arrow hand could use a little more definition, bow lineart is wobbly, colours feel dull and unbalanced, I really should have put more detail into the background

ACTIONABLES: practice expression sketches from photos, do Proko ribcage lesson, draw and detail with linework everyday objects

[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[cloudywithachanceofanime]

Weird Ways The Brother Touch You Headcannons

Belphegor

It is a know fact that Belphie is a yandere, so he tends to get jealous real easily.

If he’s waiting on you to walk to class together or to go home and he sees MC chatting with another lower level demon and laughing, he loses it in a lazy way.

He will calmly walk over to MC and wrap his arms around them, but instead of putting his head on top of their head, he squats down and place his head right next to MC.

His eyes would be staring directly into the demons, unblinking. A single hand will lay across MC’s torso while his other hovers above the other, showing off his long sharp nail, ready for action.

He’s not about to allow some piece of trash ruin his dreams of MC, his brother, and himself living a happy life together.

He only ever use that style of hugging if he’s trying to discreetly threaten a demon to back up. Other than that, he’s cuddled up on Mc’s side or wrapping himself around their arm to use as a body pillow.

Another weird thing he does is grab the back of MC’s shirt if he wants their attention.

He has already verbally complain about how his brothers spent more time with MC, so if he wants MC for himself without his brothers, he will just latch on to the back of their shirt.

Levi’s gushing about some new anime to you, but it’s 5 o’clock which is the time you two usually take a nap, but his brother is still talking.

So he’ll calmly walk up behind MC, grab their shirt, and as each minute passes by, pulls on it a little harder.

MC better get the hint before they get pulled backwards into Belphie’s arm where he will then just physically drag them to his room. 

Beelzebub

It all started when MC got the brothers to watch Lion King and the scene of Simba being lifted came on. MC giggled a bit and explain how it was a meme to lift up your animals in the same way back on Earth.

It just started as a small thought about doing the same thing to MC. Just a small innocent thought.

But then he walked in on MC struggling to reach one of the higher shelves that were more in reach for demon’s height. (I still headcannon that the brothers are extremely tall, like unhumanley height).

He would walk over to you struggling and seeing you struggling and the thought of lifting you up comes again. 

MC ask if he could help them and he goes with his first thought. Put his hands up their arms and lift them up to the cabinet. They giggle at his actions before grabbing what they need, but Beel doesn’t let them down. 

“What are you doing?” MC asked, giving him a humorous smile. 

“Simba.” That all he response causing MC to laugh.

Ever since then, Beel would randomly pick MC up under their arms causing them to laugh. Then it turned into something more.

Beel would love holding them up in the air and just feeling their warmth in his arms. So, he started sitting them on his forearm with a bicep as a backrest.

 They just looked so small in his arms and he just liked how it felt. 

MC couldn’t complain. They got carried around everywhere and see that happy smile on Beel’s face up close.

Asmodeus

This demon is the embodiment of lust, he has touched you in every way possible. 

But the oddest way is sometimes instead of holding your hand, he will link pinkies together and walk around like that.

The pose is just so cute and MC just looks so cute when they glance down at their entwined thumbs and just smile at them. 

Two of the hottest beings in the Devildom is looking cute at the moment. What else could the world need?

He also loves to play footies with you if you’re sitting down doing anything. 

The teasing just gets to him and he loves it. Please just run your foot up this man’s calf and he will pounce on you.

Satan

You wouldn’t think that Satan would have any weird thing he does, which is true while he’s focus.

If MC were to be chilling next to Satan while he’s reading and he’s deep into the book, his foot will stretch out and just lay itself on top of whatever part of them is closest.

MC will be watching this video on their DDD while Satan is on this third volume of this series and he’s unaware of the world around him. 

MC will feel a small press on their thigh. Look down and there’s Satan’s foot.

It’s not even the whole foot. Just the toes and maybe the ball of his foot.  Never the entire foot.

If MC doesn’t say thing, he will just keep it there as he continued to read his book with his eyes scanning each line absorbing the information.

The only way he will realize it is if MC ask him why does he always put his foot on them.

He would turn slightly pink as he realized how indecent the act was. He will apologize for his action and promise not to do it again. 

Soon as that book gets risen up again and his attention is snatched away, his foot will drifted back over. 

Point it out and you will now have a flustered Satan. MC will say that it’s fine and kind of cute how he reaches out for them.

“I guess that’s my body way of telling you that you’re too far away.” He will then scoot over and beckon MC to lay right next to him.

He still accidentally does it if  MC sits too far from him. It just a sign that Satan wants them closer.

Leviathan

This poor kid is just the type to see cute anime couple poses and want to do them with MC, but is too shy.

He will see all his brothers cozying up to MC and be like “It’s not fair. I want to do that.”

One day he will gain up the courage to wrap his arms around Mc’s waist while their cooking... It doesn’t go according to plan.

He went to wrap his arms around them and panic.

MC turns around to question why he grabbing the sleeves of their sweater, but sees his dark red face and his shivering, and decided against it.

Please be nice to the poor guy. Just start up a conversation to get his mind off his failed attempt at contact.

He realizes through the conversation about anime that you need to stir the pot and he panics thinking this is the part where they will shake him off.

Then MC just moves their arms normally with Levi still attach and continue on with the conversation.

This weird move became Levi and MC’s thing. If he wants to be close to them, he just grabs their sleeves and stand close behind him.

You want to really fluster him? Wrap your arms around yourself and his brain will crash as he realized that he kind of accomplished it.

Or slide your hand in the sleeves and hold his through the fabric. Make it better by swinging your arms, so the two of you rock together.

It’s weird to outsiders, but Levi’s just happy to be close to them in any way or shape. 

Mammon

He’s a tsundere, so he will be trying to be smooth with it. But for some reason, he saw a guy with his girlfriend’s legs ontop of him and his arms resting on it, and he was like ‘I wanna do that with MC’.

He can’t just straight out ask you to rest your legs on him. He will wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And it came in the form of movie night. He bullied managed to get a spot next to MC on the couch as the movie started playing. 

MC kept shifting around trying to get comfortable and saw this as his chance.

“Oi, stop moving around so much. If you need to stretch ya legs, ya could’ve just said it.” Proceeds to grab MC’s leg and throw it on top of his. 

He will try to play it off, but his bright red face and shaking hands alert everyone of what was going on.

If MC doesn’t say anything and just snuggle down into him. He will relax a little. Maybe enough to put his hands onto of their leg as the movie continue on.

He had a moment of panic when MC went with Beel to get some more snacks during the movie change and he didn’t know how he was going get them back into that position without looking suspicious.

But worry not, when the movie started, MC swung their legs on top and continued watching the movie.

If you want to give him a real shock, halfway through the movie, just scoot over and snuggled into him. He will be red the rest of the movie and stuttering every time his brother tease him about “why his face so red?”

Lucifer

Many would believe that this demon is not affectionate, but he likes it to be more subtle.

A hand on the lower back while you two walk around the halls of school. This way he feels that he can control what MC does.

His reasoning is because MC seems to like to seek out trouble, so if he keeps that hand there, it will kill that temptation to get themselves in trouble.

The truth is that it just feeds into his Pride. Seeing how big his hand is compared into your human frame.It makes him feel powerful.

Plus when a lower level demon tries to come up to MC, it’s more effective than telling them to fuck off. It’s the class version of it.

Demon tries to flirt with MC. Lucifer slides in and put a hand on their lower back, making them indirectly lean into him. Just one look at a demon and that’s all that is need to say, “They’re mines.”

A hidden one he won’t admit to is the bottom of the skull.

If it’s just MC and him relaxing on his bed, he will pretend to play with the hair in that area, but MC will pick up on it. He doesn’t rub their head or rub his hands through their hair, if their hair allows. It’s always at the back of the bottom.

It’s because that’s were human’s fragile skull is and the beginning of their spine. Not to include so many nerves and blood vessels there.

It shows that MC trust him if they allow him to touch them there and once again, it just feeds into his pride. 

[sagurus]

Regarding a Common Misconception of Hakuba Saguru

Lately I've been doing some reflecting on Saguru & the various ways I've seen him portrayed, as well as the ways I've portrayed him in the past. And then I was rereading some MK manga, and had some realizations. I've been feeling like rambling about them! So here I go, rambling.

[Disclaimer: I'm not personally taking issue with anyone's interpretation or impression of Saguru - just sharing my own impressions! This is just for fun <3 ]

Misconception: Saguru is constantly accusing Kaito of being KID

It’s a generally accepted fact in a lot of fics I’ve read (and honestly, maybe some fics I’ve written -- I used to hold this belief too!) that Saguru just unendingly insinuates that Kaito is KID--alone, in front of other people, always.

I won’t cite any here, but I’ve seen nods in fanwork to Aoko feeling a little stressed/frustrated about the fact that Saguru thinks Kaito is KID and makes it known. I’ve also seen fanwork where Saguru explicitly calls Kaito KID, presses Kaito for information, or otherwise makes his beliefs clear, even when others are around.

There are only five scenes in the Magic Kaito manga where Saguru makes direct indication toward his knowledge of KID’s identity.

First, of course, we’ve got chapter 17 - the first chapter where Saguru puts together that Kaito is KID.

For a long time, when I’d consumed more fic than MK canon, I recall an image born in my head of Saguru singling Kaito out in class and making the claim that Kaito is KID in front of everybody. I don’t know if I ever read any such allusion in a fic, or if it’s just an assumption I drew based on portrayals I read, but imagine my surprise when he does nothing of the sort.

Now, to be fair, Saguru is A LOT in this chapter. MK is still heavily in gag manga territory, so his behavior is extra extra played up. But if we take away the visuals, the dialogue between Saguru and Kaito can be summed up thusly:

[First scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: You look so tired. Haven’t gotten enough sleep after chasing KID for three nights In a row, huh?

Saguru: Hmph. Aren’t you tired as well?

And then, a few beats later in the conversation:

Saguru: I’d like to invite you to the Ochima Art Museum tonight, where KID’s declared his next target. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: Then, you’ll understand why I’m so tired. Or, do you have other plans tonight? Kaito: Okay, I accept your invitation. It’ll be great to see your work in action!

And that’s it, that’s the big class confrontation. Aoko is present for it, but she’s more interested in joining in on the fun, and while I do think Aoko pieces together that Kaito is KID, she prefers to live in willful ignorance of it until it becomes impossible for her to ignore. She’s bright enough to pick up what Saguru’s implying, but because he never brings it past implication, there’s no reason for her to look at it too hard. Anyway, I digress. That’s conjecture and headcanon talking. My point is that Saguru never makes any explicit claims, just invites Kaito along to the heist.

Another neat thing about this scene is that--while certainly not motivated by mercy in this case, Saguru does give Kaito an out: “Or, do you have an excuse not to go tonight?” Of course, if Kaito took it, it would be rather damning, but I do think it would have been enough confirmation for Saguru. I don’t think there would have been any arm-twisting to get Kaito to agree.

But Kaito and Saguru are competitive bastards, so here we are.

Let’s move on to the heist!

Once again, the manga certainly plays up the whole ordeal. Saguru is intense and waiting for his moment, and Kaito’s being, well, Kaito.

At the heist, there are a few points where Saguru has opportunities to make allusions to Kaito being KID in a way others would pick up on, or otherwise make his suspicions known, but he doesn’t.

First of all, is this exchange:

Nakamori: Why are you guys here? Aoko: Hakuba-kun invited us! Nakamori: What’s the meaning of this, Hakuba-kun? Saguru: I thought she might like to see if KID is arrested tonight. Nakamori: You’ll fail if you’re too cocky! Saguru: We’re well-prepared. Besides, who knows… KID may already be here.

Saguru does imply KID could be present, but he makes no indication that he means Kaito. His next opportunity to hint at Kaito being KID or otherwise make accusations is when Nakamori asks him to consult as a magician.

Nakamori: Kaito, since you’re here, do you want to use your magic against KID? Kaito: [laughing sheepishly] Saguru: Oh, I want to see that fight, too. If you really can do it.

Needling, yes. Saguru knows what he’s saying and so does Kaito. Accusations, no. This is well within the realm of something Saguru would have said even if he didn’t suspect Kaito, considering their dynamic up until this point.

And then, the most explicit Saguru ever gets in terms of literally calling Kaito out as being KID, beginning when Kaito excuses himself to go to the bathroom right before the heist:

[Second scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [handcuffs himself to Kaito] Kaito: Huh? Saguru: I won’t let you do that, Kuroba. Kaito: What do you think you’re doing?! Saguru: I got the report back from the lab. The hair I got from KID indicated that he’s a high school student. After I compared KID’s data with other high school students’ data in the database… Kuroba Kaito came up in the final list. Kaito: That’s a coincidence. Saguru: Really? We’ll see soon enough. Let’s wait until the time KID is stated to come. [Some heist hubbub occurs as officers get into position even though KID hasn’t arrived at the heist time] Aoko: What? KID’s not coming? Saguru: Ha! It looks like I win! You’d better confess who you really are.

And from there, of course, ‘KID’ (Akako in disguise) swoops in and takes care of the heist. That more or less wraps up chapter 17, the first chapter where Saguru understands that Kaito is KID. And I would argue this is the most aggressive Saguru ever is. In fact, rather than persist in trying to accuse/capture/implicate Kaito as KID, he straight up vanishes from the narrative for several chapters.

Saguru doesn’t show up again until the Chat Noir heist, in chapter 25, when he calls from France.

It’s also important to note that at this point, Magic Kaito’s narrative has experienced a slight tonal shift. At the very least, while still often comedic, it reads less like a gag manga. Between the last time we saw Saguru and now, we’ve learned the apparent motivation behind Toichi’s murder, we’ve met Snake (an albeit rather incompetent villain) and Kaito has faced down gunfire and the danger posed by Snake and his men.

The way Saguru is portrayed has also shifted to reflect the shift too. Instead of a hulking antagonist-like character in a Holmes cosplay, he’s dressed primly and presents more as a cheeky but polite character. He’s also more effectively emulating the charm that the story tried to imply he had early on (“Hakuba Saguru, at your service!”, the girls in class fawning over him, the newspaper calling him out as a famous detective making a long-awaited return to Japan).

The interaction is entirely less antagonistic, too. For reference, I’ll paste the exchange (sans Saguru’s massive info dump) below.

[Third scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

[At the heist for the golden eye] Kaito: [Hiding in a bathroom stall while putting on a disguise] [His phone starts ringing] Hello…? Saguru: Hi, it’s been a while. Are you still alive? Kaito: [Thinking] This sugary yet obnoxious tone of voice is... Hakuba?! Saguru: You’ve made quite the stir in Paris. They’re all talking about how France’s Chat Noir is going to go up against you in Japan. Kaito: Idiot! It’s not me. It’s Kaitou KID! Saguru: Ha… it doesn’t really matter. I’ll share some information that I gathered over here. [Info dump cut from dialogue] Well! That’s about all I have to say. Do your best. I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself. Kaito: Like I’ve been saying, I’m not KID! Saguru: Oops, it’s almost time for the Paris Fashion Week. See you! Kaito: H-hey…

The only part of this conversation that I could consider to fall into the territory of antagonistic is when Saguru says “I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself.” And more than anything, I think this is less reflective of a real desire to capture Kaito, and more reflective of his competitive nature. Not to mention, within the context of the conversation, it feels much more like teasing than anything.

Saguru’s motivation for making the call is clear: He doesn’t want Kaito to lose, and he wants to help ensure Kaito’s success.

And most interestingly (although I’d like to see the raw manga to confirm this, or otherwise a more literal translation) he never explicitly calls Kaito KID either. Outside of alluding to KID’s actions, Saguru doesn’t explicitly say Kaito is KID or mention KID at all. It’s Kaito who does that.

When Kaito points out that he is not, in fact, KID, Saguru doesn’t argue. He simply brushes off the denial and shares the information he’s collected.

So, to summarize what we’ve covered so far: after Saguru failed to arrest Kaito during chapter 17, he stopped troubling Kaito so thoroughly that the next time he features in the story isn’t until he’s calling from overseas to try to lend Kaito some helpful information. He’s not even playing a part in trying to capture this thief he allegedly wants to catch.

And then, Saguru dips back out of the narrative, although for a shorter period this time. The next arc he appears in is a few chapters later--the Nightmare Heist which he arrives in the middle of. But, there’s not any interaction between him and Kaito, nor any allusions made by Saguru about KID’s identity, so we’ll move on.

The fourth time Saguru makes any indication that Kaito is KID is during the Corbeau arc, when KID is being challenged by a clad-in-black KID lookalike.

Before jumping into that specific scene, though, there’s another interaction I’d like to call attention to--between Saguru and Nakamori. Not because of something Saguru says, but because of what he doesn’t say.

Nakamori: Hahaha! Looks like you let your guard down because you thought I was at home with a cold! Saguru: Our plan succeeded, it seems. Nakamori: But I only told Aoko I had a cold, so how does KID know…? Saguru: Hm...

If Saguru were wanting to make some kind of accusation, even a non-explicit one, he would have made some remark. Instead, he doesn’t say anything at all, which continues to speak to the fact that he isn’t really interested in implicating Kaito.

Anyway, the next time Saguru makes any sort of implication that Kaito is KID he is, once again, trying to help. Last time it was over the phone, so the conversation was private. This time, the conversation is in a classroom, although based on the panels, it seems like Saguru and Kaito are alone at the beginning--or at least, no attention is being paid to them.

[Fourth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: [Talking to himself] It must be the case, there’s no other way. There must have been some trick with the case.

Saguru: [Eavesdropping, apparently alone in the room with him] The case didn’t contain any hidden mechanisms. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: No hidden doors or things like that, as are often used in magic tricks. Kaito: W-what on earth are you talking about? Saguru: A new notice from Corbeau arrived this morning. ‘I’ll come and take the real Midnight Crow tonight.’ My name is Hakuba--so I don’t want a ‘white’ person to lose to some ominous black crow. [From here, Akako and then Aoko jump into the conversation.]

Surely a classroom is a risky place to have a conversation about KID, but the nice thing is that Saguru--once again--doesn’t bring up KID at all beyond saying that he doesn’t want the ‘white[-clad] person’ to lose to the black crow. From the outside looking in, all he’s doing is sharing information about the case with Kaito. It may also seem unwarranted from that perspective, but not at all implicating.

Also, another thing I’d like to call attention to is that when Akako joins the conversation (and seemingly blindsides Saguru, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to join), Saguru stops talking. He continues to be quiet when Aoko chimes in, and he doesn’t have any relevant dialogue for the rest of the scene.

Once again, Saguru’s clearly motivated to share information in the interest of helping Kaito. He has to share with Kaito’s civilian identity, since he can’t exactly arrange a conversation with KID, and this is likely the easiest way for him to do it. He makes no accusations, and this time he doesn’t even imply he wants KID caught.

So--Saguru is a part of the narrative again, but since rejoining the narrative he seems less interested in actually catching KID and far more interested in helping Kaito. And no accusations or incriminating allusions have been made since chapter 17, before Saguru’s first hiatus from the story.

The final time Saguru nods to Kaito being KID is from the Sun Halo arc. This is probably the interaction that’s closest to what fanon tends to depict when it comes to Saguru making subtle accusations that Kaito is KID. And even then, I tend to take this arc with a grain of salt if only because it felt less like Gosho was trying to add to the story and more like he was just trying to make a Magic Kaito addition that hit various fan expectations while still being wildly disappointing, lmao.

[Fifth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [approaching and commenting on Kaito’s motorcycle] I see, a Suzuki GSX 250R. Akako: Ah, Hakuba-kun… Saguru: You’ve shown me something interesting. Perhaps this might help the police tonight. And could it be that you’ve forgotten… that the only motorised bikes we’re allowed to ride to school are scooters? Kaito: Eh?! For real?!

Once again, Saguru doesn’t explicitly mention KID at all--and segues from his mention of the police to pointing out that Kaito is breaking the rules right now, actually, which helps blend this teasing comment into the conversation.

Yes, later in the chapter Saguru does show up with a team of motorcycle experts. But that also means there’s more disguise opportunities for KID and more factors to account for, thus complicating things for, well, everyone--not just KID.

Also, I tend to dismiss that as Gosho throwing in some comedy, and as less to do with Saguru’s character. Call it cherrypicking if you like :P

To recount--there are five times where Saguru implies Kaito is KID.

The first two are in chapter 17, when Saguru first puts it together, and it is during this chapter that he gets the most explicit about calling Kaito out as KID, as well as the most aggressively he behaves about it. And he backs off so hard after that doesn’t work, that we don’t see him for several chapters.

The next two times he implies Kaito is KID are both in order to help him. No aggression or accusations, just the sharing of information. Even when teasing or suggesting he’s interested in catching KID, he’s good-natured about it, and when he realizes there are potentially people witnessing the conversation, he stops participating.

The final time he implies Kaito is KID is a tiny comment about finding something Kaito has shown him ‘interesting’ and ‘helpful for the police’ before smoothing into gently teasing Kaito for bringing an illegal vehicle to school.

In conclusion, Saguru may start off apparently aggressive in part thanks to early Magic Kaito’s overall tone, but rather than persevering in trying to catch Kaito after cornering him in chapter 17, he actually seems to back off. Once he’s playing a part in the narrative again, when he interacts with Kaito it’s almost exclusively to help him. Yes, he is on the task force and participating at heists, but where it matters, he’s less interested in catching the thief and far more interested in those the thief is opposing (excluding the police force).

[kindestegg]

Deltarune Theory: Ralsei is a guide for the script

It feels crazy that Deltarune Chapter 2 has only been out for like, what, two weeks? As of the time I’m writing this, and yet, there has already been so much secret hunting and speculation over this. Not even the full game, and people already go crazy over it. Naturally, I am part of this craze. In fact I was one of the people that played it as soon as it dropped.

And, I thought it was only me, but, at least for a little while, Ralsei’s behavior struck me as… odd. Not outwardly malicious, but just… odd. Particularly the first bit of the game, it was just so… happy and convenient? And Ralsei was at the center of it all, orchestrating it, making sure everything happened accordingly.

Eventually, that initial feeling of distrust went away, but… not quite. And it seems a lot of people began to feel the same way, pointing out bits about Ralsei that are just… out of place. Things that didn’t seem to stand out in the first chapter, are now popping out about him.

Questions include:

How does he know about what’s outside the Dark World, about the school?

How does he know about the game mechanics and call them out by names?

Why is he so interested in keeping the balance between only Kris acting and him and Susie doing magic?

Why does he seem so eager to dismiss what happened with Spamton NEO?

Why doesn’t he turn into stone or even get weak at any point during the time he spends in Cyber World?

Are the parts of his name and design connecting to the Dreemurr’s intentional, and if so, what does that mean for his relation to Kris?

How and why does he take player control away to look at what Susie is doing? Why must he wait until Kris is willing to do it? What does he tell them when he succeeds in this?

Now, I don’t intend to pose here “a supreme theory to rule them all”, I’m just a guy having fun and I’ve seen people voice particularly similar ideas to this one I’ve had, so I want to at least try to answer these questions through a relatively simple idea that would, almost entirely, immediately answer ALMOST all the doubts.

First, let’s start with some steps to build up this idea. For one, we know for a fact that Ralsei holds knowledge over game mechanics and may even break the fourth wall at times.

But we also know that Ralsei’s design resembles a lot of characters from Undertale we know and were fond of. For one, he can be likened to Toriel in the sense that he is the one to give you the first tutorial of the game and his clothes resemble her original outfit as well. Another connection, much more common, that people have made is that he is like Asriel, no doubt due to his name being an anagram, but also due to the fact he is also a cute young goat.

I would like to do a complete turn around here though, and say I do not think any of this points to Ralsei being related to Kris in the familial sense, for more than one reason, but my main one being that I don’t think Toby would be as frankly disgusting as to imply such a thing when there is so so much teasing in the direction of Ralsei possibly having a crush on Kris. I mean… really, Toby?

You know, I’m not too sure this would be the smartest idea, Mr. Fox, but alright.

However, I do think all these hints in his design and name have a purpose. And it has to do with how us, the fandom, see these two characters. For one, they are very beloved characters, and Toriel is one that we associate with her tutorials and guidance, whereas Asriel is one that people have yearned to see more in action. They are back, in a sense, but not present in our adventures so far.

What I’m getting at is that Ralsei is specifically designed to be the darling of the fandom. He is made to be loved, to be trusted, to cause feelings in us that make us want to protect him and accept his advice. This, in a way, also affects the in-universe characters who see him, as Susie put it: “as a big portable teddy bear”, whose job is “giving hugs”.

And I don’t just mean this in a character design way, like “oh wow Toby was so smart to make a perfectly marketable boy!” No. I think Ralsei exists as a meta element, his form being a direct manifestation of what we want to see.

He looks like that because he wants us to see him and lower our guard and expect his guidance. Remember how his form was shadowy and vague throughout all of chapter 1 until the very end of it and how he poofs into nothing but a pile of clothes in both chapters so far, no matter what form he’s in? What if he’s a shapeshifter? What if Ralsei isn’t even his real name? That certainly would explain why he says he doesn’t know what being Ralsei-like is like.

Ralsei? Ralsei? Oh God he’s gone.

Now, do I think he’s lowering our guard in the sense of leaving us vulnerable for an attack? Not exactly. I think it's so we learn to accept him…

Accept that he is a GUIDE for the game’s script. His entire existence hinges on guiding the main characters, specially Kris, throughout the story, and making sure the whole story, all seven chapters, play out exactly as planned.

You see, Ralsei isn’t evil. His goal is pretty simple, actually: guide us, the player, throughout the game, making us feel as safe and happy and secure. In that sense, of course he pushes so hard towards the pacifist route. After all, that’s the one that’s closer to a completionist route, as the sparing + recruiting mechanic adds more characters to your town, and therefore more content. He wants you to see all this content and get the most enjoyment out of it. His code urges him to bring you the best experience possible.

This would also answer why he does that thing with taking our control away from Kris and to watch Susie’s shenanigans. Because it’s satisfying to us. Notice how stressed out and pushy he gets in the alternate route when Susie comes out of Noelle’s room without being able to let us see what happened. He knows he messed up, something went wrong. He was supposed to let us see, so that we wouldn’t be bored, because God forbid the players be bored.

Just imagine this going through his head.

He also seems to genuinely care about Kris and Susie, and with good reason, as he knows these are the protagonists, and he is supposed to care for their well being too and ensure they reach their goal. I do think, however, there is a good amount of being genuine in his care, as he has no reason to react so boldly sometimes to either of them, showing outrage or affection in pretty telling ways. He isn’t heartless despite carrying out this job.

However it is also worth noting, for all his care, he cannot do the one thing that Kris would desire the most: free them from our grasp. And that is his ultimate failure towards them, and may end up creating conflict later on in the game.

From, here, there are two possible pathways:

Ralsei does not know about the dilemma Kris is going through, and believes Kris is entirely oblivious and passive towards being in a video game. He may even end up being the final boss to fight, as he desperately tries to keep everything on rails while Kris very much does not care for any of that.

Ralsei is entirely aware of what’s going on with Kris, after all, everything in a game’s design is planned, even the cutscenes, therefore even Kris’ struggles. Ralsei knows of the fate that lies ahead, that Kris will eventually be free, how it all ends. But to get there… is still a road ahead.

I think Ralsei’s affection towards Kris will definitely be explored in the later chapters. Not just because of the teasing we’ve been getting, but, if Ralsei really is a guide of the game’s code and script, what would that mean for him to get so attached towards the character the player is controlling?

Ralsei will have to make a choice. He will either recognize Kris is suffering and cannot wait any longer, or be faced with possibly having to fight them himself. This is why those two pathways matter as well. If he doesn’t know, his choice will come later and it will be an unpleasant surprise for him to find out the game universe is breaking apart around him with the self awareness of certain characters. If he does know, however, his choice is NOW, and waiting for the inevitable will be torture.

Just how long until he breaks? Or will he keep the facade until the very last chapter?

Like I said, I don’t intend this theory to be the biggest, most revealing and coherent theory. But… It could add a very interesting layer to Ralsei’s character, as well as answer many questions posed beforehand. He knows the school layout and game controls because he is part of the code. He can get to the other Dark World’s easily and remain unharmed because the game demands him to be. He looks like this so that we love him. He wants to give us the most fulfilling Castle Town so that we will love the game. He doesn’t protest even when Kris does things like try to give him the thorn ring, because to him, everything will be okay anyway. Everything he is, is for us. He isn’t evil or malicious per se, he just opposes Kris’ biggest need.

But he may have gotten himself attached. And that may be a clue to sparing him if he does become a final boss.

But! Tell me what you thought of this theory! Do you think it’s way too weird and farfetched, or do you think it’s possible that it could happen? Or maybe you agree with some stuff but not with other stuff? Go ahead and tell me!

[luimagines]

Do time or the other links smoke? Or drink? Or do some kind of drugs? I mean when your out heroing you're going to get alot of traum

Something they all at least somewhat have to try and take the edg off or do they have other ways of coping? I am sorry if this sounds like an ask,i was more along the lines trying to get your speculation on the matter

Masterlist

I see what you're saying and I do think that some of them would have had bad habits in the past but yeah-

They do need some time to take the edge off and refocus themselves in the present, but how do they do that in a healthy and safe way?

Let's talk about that.

I don't think I have all the necessary tags so go forth at your own discretion.

Time

Time would have definitely had a drinking problem that would have started in his Termina days.

He's never really felt the need to drink though- he only found that it would have kept him from going crazy.

But as he got out of there and talked more to Malon (and have his supply cut off- (just because he knew where to get it in Termina doesn't mean he knows where to get it in Hyrule, (nor would they give it to him, even if he did))), I like to think that he would have had to find other ways to calm himself down and think rationally through his thoughts and desires.

It happens by accident.

He was working at Lon Lon Ranch when he needed to go chop some wood and he found the repetitive and strenuous work, soothing.

He felt good. Accomplished even.

And a little disappointed when he was finished.

But he started doing that whenever he could and it became his main way to not only blow off some steam but to also calm himself down.

It helps with his anxiety and his need to help feel useful even when nothing is really happening that would require his assistance.

Twilight

Twilight finds that manual labor actually makes his anxiety worse.

He can't really find it within himself to get lost in it because he's already programmed for that to be a part of his day to day life anyway. So his brain can still go on and on even as he gets his chores done.

Twilight finds that a secluded spot with little distraction works best.

He's never really dabbled in other ways to deal with it nor has it come to his mind.

All he knew one say was that everything was too much and that he needed to be in a different area entirely.

No people, no noise.

He likes to hang out by small creeks or by the lake and fish if he really needs an excuse to do something.

Bonus points if he can rest with one of his favorite goats nearby, but that's few and far in between.

It's less meditation and more taking in the moment and letting time slip by for a change.

No to do lists, no action, no survival, no need to be on the run.

Just breath.

Warrior

Warrior would have smoked during the war but I don’t think he’d actually tolerate it all that well. I feel like he’d be more inclined to drink away his problems but with shortages left and right, and all efforts going into the war, there just wouldn’t be enough to go around.

So he’d smoke and hate it.

But it worked in a pinch.

Afterwards, whether through Mask’s and Wind’s influence or the end of the war, he’d want to find a way to quit.

It wasn’t easy but I feel like Warrior would attempt to quit cold turkey. Just drop the habit completely and what does he do when he feels the need arise again?

It’s actually little said than done, but he paints.

It’s less with ink and paint and more so, just moving his hands and a brush around.

If he happens to have a canvas it’s better but again, not easy to come around.

So what Warrior ends up doing most of the time, is taking a brush and some homemade ink from berries and brushing it over his scars. His favorite spot is the massive burn covering his left arm left behind as a gift from the Dragon Knight.

It feels tingly and electric, static follows the brush and the muscles clench with energy from the contact but while it’s uncomfortable for a while, it’s also not entirely unpleasant and it’s soothing to watch and feel. And it grounds Warrior in the moment until he no longer feels the urge.

When the urge is gone, he still does it when he feel anxious and concerned. Late at night is typical time for him to do this, where no one would see him or his scars and judge him for it.

Sky

Sky in the beginning would have slept more than he did before.

He was already inclined to fall asleep easily before all of his trauma, but afterwards he seemed to lose motivation to continue with the idea that things would go back to normal. There was still a lot of expectation placed on his shoulders and it was frankly not something he wanted to deal with.

So he sleeps.

Now this turns into more of a problem with being able to stay awake and to stay concentrated. It’s hard for him to pay attention to anything beyond him and that won’t do, considering me still has to finish his schooling.

What Sky does more often than not to keep him tethered to the present moment is work with his hands. He’s already had the tools for wood whittling but he was never allowed to use them in class and it ends being a bigger mess sometimes than he’s willing to deal with in general.

Sky also has some small pockets of clay that he fidgets with to keep his hands moving and he can keep it under his desk so that it’s not that distracting in class.

It helps him focus and when he thinks about what he’s been through and what he plans to do next, it keeps him from getting overwhelmed.

Wild

I think Wild would have just gone silent and unmoving when he’s having a bad day.

Kind of similar to how he gets when’s trapped in a memory but for longer and he doesn’t eat or sleep. It could last days at a time. He doesn’t even move unless he’s prompted or dragged to the spot.

The lights are on but no one’s home you know.

There’s not a lot he can do when it happens. Everyone just has to wait for it to pass and hope that it passes quickly.

But Wild gets better with time to know the signs when of one of those days is coming.

It’s not much, but Wild like to hop on the back of his horse and just take off.

Feel the rushing wind on his face and through his hair. He’s a full gallop for a while until the poor horse gets tired. At that point he just goes to the nearest stable and exchanges horses to do the whole thing over again.

Sometimes, when that’s not enough, he’ll go base jumping from as high as he can get even using Revali’s Gale to get higher and free fall. Wild is pretty good at catching himself with his paraglider at the last moment and he likes to see all of Hyrule when as he reaches the ground again.

It reminds him that he’s done a lot of good, that he’s capable of doing more good and that life isn’t over just one ended.

Four

Unsurprisingly, sometimes Four gets too lost in his own for his own good.

He’s got a lot to think about and very little way to get it out.

Four would actually throw himself into his work to try and distract himself from the memories, the anxiety, and the guilt of not being enough time and time again even if he saved the day in the end.

This doesn’t help.

He gets so lost into it, in his attempt to stop thinking all together that he completely goes into autopilot and over works himself. Not in the sense that he pulls a muscle and has to take it easy  or end up sore and tired and regrets it. No, no. What I mean is that he’ll keep working for days on end.

No sleep.

No food.

Little water.

No fresh air.

It ends up being a hard habit for him to break. Especially since he finds himself continuously trying to fall into a blank mindset even while he actually works to get commissions done.

So what Four has to do is find something else to do. Four more or less always has to have his hands moving, so it’s hard for him to put something down and not working on it.

He likes jigsaw puzzles, he likes to read, but he also likes to make stuff.

So in the end, when Four feel a little overwhelmed and feels himself slip into a self deprivational state, he’ll stop and goes inside his house to do a smaller project.

So he bakes, he knits, he does his puzzels. It’s enough for him to feel productive still but quick enough for him to stay present and make sure he’s still taking care of himself until the restlessness passes.

Wind

Wind doesn’t really have bad habits. He’s still young and processing his adventures. 

I’m sure there’s alcohol on the pirate ship because pirates. But I don’t think he’d like it as much as some people want to write him.

Like, sure, a cup or two ain’t bad but I just can’t see Wind having a drinking problem. At least not now as everything stands.

In a few years it’s might be something he would need to be on the look out for if he’s aware enough but he was quite grasped the full implications of his position and trauma yet.

Because he’s just a kid.

He won’t know how twisted what happened to him was until he gets older and can he the age outside of his own mindset.

Wind has nightmares though and they’re ties when he gets memories that he doesn’t want to deal with at the moment- or ever again.

In the moment he thinks of his home, his grandma and his sister instead.

He thinks of his friends, both old and new.

The chain help with distracting him and he’s not above using them for the distraction when he feels that he needs one.

Wind also stretches a lot. 

When he was with Warrior, he got into some of the drills they were teaching the soldiers and for some of the nimble ones, they had to start with stretches and he likes it.

So when it gets particularly bad, he throws himself through the motions and holds the poses for a bit longer than necessary.

So yoga. He does yoga.

And it centers him, it clears his head and he feels better after.

Legend

Legend screams.

Legend cries.

Legend will go on a rampage and destroy a whole forest if he’s having a particularly hard day.

Sometimes he’ll go find something big and scary just to fight it. 

Blacksmithing is more a hobby for him at this point because it’s not something he can actually see himself doing in the future. It’s just to pass the time and help the day’s go by a little faster.

Legend likes to draw and when he’s tired after throwing whatever tantrum has taken over him, he’d go to a quiet spot and draw whatever he sees.

Sometimes, when he’s paying more attention to himself and he can feel himself getting frustrated and anxious, he takes a few days off.

He leaves his house and his items and goes up a mountain to think with some food, a notebook and some pencils.

He takes up map making.

Legend doesn’t think he’s any good at it, but with al the places he’s been, he tries to make a map for them by memory incase anyone he knows or will meet decides to visit.

His most carefully crafted map is of Koholint for... reasons.

It’s takes him an age and a half and he’s still not done with it, trying to get as much of it onto the paper as he can remember before he grows old and loses them entirely within his memory.

It’s a calming project he finds. He doesn’t feel sad when he does this for Marin for the people and their memory. It keeps them alive in his heart and sometimes he draws something on the map that doesn’t quite fit into his memory about the island but something tells him to keep it because it was there. Because he was only a visitor to their home.

The locals would know.

He feels good keeping them alive in some way.

It’s what she they would have wanted. 

It’s what she they deserve.

She They always wanted to travel and it’s better to have a map to do so.

He takes up map making.

Hyrule

I don’t think Hyrule’s... Hyrule has a lot of these methods to go around. He wouldn’t have been exposed to drugs or alcohol simply because there’s too little people for him to interact with.

And if he was, I don’t think he’s use them as a coping mechanism simply because they would be too difficult obtain and gather to be sufficient.

I think that Hyrule would actually hang out with a Great Fairies by her pool when times got particularly rough.

There’s something about the place that resonates with him and feels calming, safe and relaxing to him.

As a bonus he’s always welcomed so he can pop in and stay for days at a time if he ever needed to.

He does not stay there for days.

But he appreciates the offer.

Hyrule doesn’t stay for more than few hours at a time because he doesn’t want to attract any monsters to his safe spots but even if the fairies don’t use any magic on him, he’s always rejuvenated afterwards and he feel like he can take on anything.

And given the world he comes from- it’s needed.

[plus-size-reader]

That Shirt

Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2083 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader and Klaus decide to get married, but they run into a few issues, only remedied by his unique wardrobe

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You knew it was crazy.

The idea that you had even considered getting married didn’t make any sense at all but you couldn’t help it..

The truth was that you loved Klaus, more than anything in the world, and when people loved one another, they got married.

It was what normal people did, what you would have done if Reginald hadn’t turned you both into some kind of vigilante superhero squad.

All things considered, it was probably the most mundane thing you’d do in your life.

Still, that didn’t mean everyone else in your interesting little family was so keen on the choice you were making.

Of course, they were shocked by the announcement of your engagement, but you didn’t really think it was going to be as big of a deal as they were making it. You were both adults, and only related as far as your adoption went..

It wasn’t hurting anyone.

...but given the fit Allison was currently throwing, you would have thought you had suggested that you end the world, again.

“I just can’t see you going through with it. I mean, Klaus?” she repeated, for what felt like the fifteenth time since you got here. You wanted to go impromptu dress shopping, seeing as you wedding was in two days, but she wasn’t having it.

Instead, all she wanted to talk about was how bad of an idea getting married was, and the worst part was, if you were her, you would have been doing the same thing.

You knew Klaus, and you knew better than anyone how flippant and strange he was, but you weren’t a child. You knew what was best for you, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.

Even if it didn’t make any sense to someone as close to you as Allison.

You understood why she was doing this, why she was your biggest critic, but you also couldn’t make your every decision based on that. You had all lived your entire lives like that thus far, and it wasn’t worth it.

By this point in your life, you wanted to be able to make the choices your father had taken away from you all for so long.

“I know it’s not the choice you would make for me, but I could say the same to you. Like Luthor is such a prize” you shot back, using her crush against her as you so often did when she tried to tease you about Klaus.

She thought this was so strange, but you both knew that sometimes these kinds of things didn’t make any logical sense.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-” she tried, as if she hadn’t been the one to start this in the first place.

All you wanted was to marry the man you loved, and Allison was the one trying to force cold feet on you.

“I do, actually, and every day, I wish you could accept it” you sighed, turning around and leaving the way you’d come without much more in the way of an order.

You loved Allison and you knew that at some point, she would come around. Until she did, you were just going to have to go find a dress yourself.

...unless, of course, there was another way.

There was always one place you could go when the rest of the world felt like it was against you. A place that wasn’t much of a place at all.

“Woah there, why the long face?” Klaus cooed, rolling over in bed the second he heard the door, open and close in succession, followed impressively closely by a heavy sigh from you.

You had that far away look on your face, the look you got when the world made choices for you that you didn’t agree with.

Not that figuring that out was the hard part.

“Oh nothing, I just found out that Allison doesn’t think we should be getting married. So, it must be a tuesday” you grumbled, flopping down on the space on his bed Klaus had made for you, having already anticipated your deflating into him.

There was no good reason a man like him should have been so good at reading you, and yet, even with his brain scattered five ways from Sunday, he could crack you open like a book.

“It’s okay honeybunch, I still think getting married is a great idea” he allowed, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he did his best to focus on actually making you feel better. The two of you knew this was going to go down this way.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was why you cared so much.

You had never worried about the opinions of your siblings before.

“I’m not kidding, Klaus. What if it is one big mistake?” you sighed, ignoring the soft kiss he pressed to your forehead as you further retreated into his frame, rather than focusing on the disaster that surrounded you.

You were supposed to get married in two days, and so far, you didn’t have anything.

The two of you had decided to have your wedding in the backyard of the manor, so it would be small and private, but even then, there was still so much that had to be done. There had to be food, places to sit, and a dress.

You still needed a dress.

“We aren’t ready for this” you muttered, your words buried so far into his chest that you weren’t even sure that he had heard them but the more you thought about it, the more you hoped he hadn’t.

Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t a mistake.

You knew that marrying Klaus was the only thing you wanted to do, and that it was going to make you happy.

...and thankfully, Klaus knew it too.

Even after all these years, there wasn’t anything you could hide from him.

It was clear to him that the stress was getting to you, and because of that, Klaus made up his mind. This was one of those times when it was his job to take care of you like you had taken care of him a million times over.

After all, he was going to be your husband pretty soon and husbands didn’t let their wives stumble into nervous breakdowns.

“Okay, get up grumpy. I’ve got an idea” he prompted, all but rolling over you to stand up. You were going to get a dress with Allison, but given the circumstances, it seemed she wasn’t going to be joining you.

Instead, the man in front of you was going to use every bit of fashion prowess and skill he had to figure something else out.

All he had to do was get you up out of bed.

“There’s no point. I doubt anybody's even going to come”

Those words were little more than another groan from your throat, this time flowing seamlessly into the fabric of Klaus’ sheets. Evidently, since everyone else thought your getting married was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t worth throwing a big party.

Maybe it was stupid.

You weren’t children anymore, and the idea of a big white wedding was one that seemed sort of out of place for you. If your father could see it now, you were sure he would lock you in your closet.

He hadn’t raised you to get married, or care for anyone in the first place.

Not that he managed to actually raise you to do much of anything.

“What if this whole wedding is just to get back at him? What if it’s one big mistake?” you repeated, your voice just as small and uncertain as he could have expected when you did manage to raise your head from the mattress.

However, as much as Klaus wanted to rush to your side and convince you of just how wonderful an idea this was, it wasn’t going to make a difference.

His words weren’t going to make you feel better. Klaus knew that if he was going to make a real difference, if he was going to convince you that this was what you should be doing, it was going to take something bigger.

Something grander.

Thankfully, before you could wallow anymore in your upset, Klaus found exactly what it was he was looking for.

“Hold that thought, for one second” he prompted, leaving the room for just a second with the garment he’d been searching for tucked under his arm, hidden from your curious gaze.

You had no idea what he could have had going on, or why he wasn’t taking this more seriously but you knew Klaus well enough to know that there was no stopping whatever off the rails thing he had in mind.

It would just be better to let him do his thing, and maybe, he may even help you figure this out by the time he’s done.

He did have a habit of surprising you like that.

“Here! If I wear this, no one will pay any mind to what you’re wearing” Klaus teased, entering the room again with a start, a smile so wide there that you feared he may physically tear the flesh of his handsome face.

After so many years with Klaus, you had learned not to be shocked by anything he brought to the table.

That being said, you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking a little bit at the dress shirt Klaus was currently wearing, waiting for your input.

It was quite the shirt, flowy with an ornate pattern in emerald green and black, finished with a red-orange trim.  

“That actually works quite nicely with your complexion” you shrugged, only standing when he offered a hand to you, the cuffs of that shirt flapping as he moved in a way that brought a smile to your face.

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to remember who frustrated and flustered you were, that garment had to have been the most hilarious thing you’d ever seen.

“I sure hope so, this is my nicest outfit” he defended, shooting you a wink that let you know this was his plan all along. Always the clever jester, he knew it would be better to distract you than to let you wallow in your own self-pity.

You wouldn’t have looked at it as something to get married in, not at first, but the more you studied the truly hideous shirt, you understood just what he was getting at.

Klaus was quick enough to pose it as a joke, but the point behind his actions was loud and clear to you. As long as the two of you were together, it didn’t matter who was there to witness it or if you were wearing a potato sack.

Marrying the man you loved was the most important thing, and if he wanted to get married in something like that, you would happily stand by his side.

“I love you” you gushed, barely holding back a cheek-splitting grin of your own as you admired the beautiful disaster in front of you.

Klaus had always been the most authentic, raw person you had ever had the privilege to know and the fact that you were lucky enough for him to love you as you loved him was all you should have been thinking about now.

Your wedding was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, after all.

...and, even though it wasn’t here yet, you knew that it would be as long as Klaus was by your side.

“You love the shirt, but I’ll take it” he grinned, reaching down to capture your hand in his own before leading you back toward the entrance of the room, his focus set on something that you couldn't have hoped to predict on your own.

Not that you got a chance to ask him to tell you before he took it upon himself to fill you in.

After all, there was still a problem at hand, even if he had managed to put it into perspective for you.

“We still have a little bit to do before this shirt and I can make you our wife” he teased, only further proving to you that this was the man you wanted to marry. Only Klaus could talk about his shirt like its own entity.

To be fair, though, there was nothing more you wanted than to be the Lady Hargreeves, floral shirt or no.

[everythingiaskfor]

previous

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, college au, a bit of angst

you’re in one of your friends house to get ready for the basketball game that was happening tonight. it was one of the most important games of the season, everyone was excited, and it was happening in your college campus. basically every student was gonna be there. this was a very chill week as the midterms were done, and this was the first event you were attending since, as you’re not studying nor resting. once you’re both all set, you get your things and go on your way to meet the rest of your group.

after walking for 20 minutes you get to the campus, it takes some more minutes to find your friends and from there the whole group sticks together trying not to get lost in the crowd as you’re heading to gymnasium. when you get to the big building, you choose a roll that is close enough to the court but also easy to leave in case needed. you sit down, and the group of students around starts to rehearse the chants, even though the game would only start in 30 minutes, to assert dominance or whatever. trying not to get annoyed by the noise of the crowd, you go to the hallways that lead to the locker rooms. in the distance, you see Kagami, walking with the rest of the team. you wave when you see he's looking your way.

“y/n!” he says, walking your way, distancing from the team.

“hey! how are feeling? excited?” you answer.

“a bit nervous but it’s fine. we’re gonna crush them.” he says, with a grin.

“i like the confidence” you say, letting out a little laugh.

“but what are you doing here? came to wish me good luck?” he asks, with a smirk.

“actually, i was escaping from the crazy crowd out there, but if you want to believe that…” you say, provoking him, who makes an offended expression, followed by a laugh. “but still, good luck! make us proud!” you continue, offering a fist bump. he returns the action.

“thank you, i’ll score some for ya.” he says, smirking.

“bet you say this to all of us” you respond. “i’ll leave you now, have fun!” you say, making your way back to the main area.

as you’re coming back, she goes past you, she clearly sees you but decides to ignore and you do the same. since the talk you and Kagami had, you decided to tolerate her a little more, for the sake of your friendship. it wasn’t easy, but you could hangout with him more in this condition, so the price wasn’t so bad after all. some minutes go by, you’re back at the bleachers, you see her making her way to a spot a little far from you. ‘thank god i don’t have to see her the whole time’ you think to yourself. the game finally starts. the crowd goes crazy. there’s noise coming from every single part of the building, and you’re part of it, commemorating every point, shouting the chant like your life depended on it.

it was a close game, but your team wins. everyone is screaming and hugging people they don’t even know, and you hear someone claim a party at a frat house to celebrate.

your group finds a way to the party, the place is completely packed when you arrive, you rush to get some drinks. after a while, everyone's a little tipsy, the living room turned to dance floor is so full that even dancing without bumping into anyone is impossible. you hear cheering from a distance and easily spot the basketball team entering the party. Kagami finds his way to your group of friends.

“congrats! you did so well, they had no chance!” someone says. some others continue the comments as he thanks them with a shy smile. once they move on to something else, he goes near you.

“and you? what did you think?” he asks with a smirk.

“y’know, i don’t even need to say anything. everyone is sucking up to you too much already” you answer.

“oh, so you don’t think that one dunk was the best thing to ever happen to the human race” he responds, referencing one the compliments from earlier, faking an offended pose.

“exactly!” you answer, winking. “want some of this? you earned it.” you ask, pointing to the cup in your hand.

“actually, i’m gonna get my own. i have to look for my girl.” he answers, looking around the room.

“good luck, the place is packed.” you answer, he nods and leaves.

the rest of the night goes well. you’re dancing, only taking breaks to take shots, talking to people you’ve never seen like they were childhood friends. half of the group you’ve originally been with is gone, you have no idea where. the place doesn’t seem to get less loaded. you realize you haven’t seen Taiga since you talked in the beginning of the night so you decide to look for him while taking a break. you go around some rooms, no sign of him in the kitchen, backyard or bathrooms, so you decide to look upstairs. you also recall no sign of her anywhere, which is weird, but still you are very careful when looking around not to see something you don’t want to. after some more minutes, nothing. so you give up on your adventure. ‘they’re probably making out somewhere or maybe already left.’ you conclude in your mind.

you go back downstairs, get yourself another drink, and go back to the dancefloor. soon, some of your friends start to show up again. you ask them about him, but they haven’t seen him either. you get distracted dancing again. the night only ends around 4:30 in the morning. the sun rising in the distance as you go back home, not feeling yet the consequences of the night. you get home, to tired to do anything, so you wash your face, and go to bed, without taking of the clothes from the party. you fall asleep.

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“Kaidou’s Birthday” (Kaidou x Smitten Reader) 🎊{Birthday Special}

Summary: Kaidou saves you and you develop a crush on him. He doesn’t expect you to become so smitten with him. Since it’s his birthday you have something special for him.

Author Note: Kaidou’s birthday is in October so the story will have fall themes. Please let me know if you want more Kaidou fics.

October is your month. You love what Halloween has to offer you which is tons of fun. Living in Japan seems so out of place for you at times that you don't think you fit in. Most of your classmates didn't know what Halloween was. You walk to school enjoying the cold air as September finally comes to an end. It feels very refreshing to you. Your hair blows with the wind as does your skirt uniform. It's very early in the morning so the sun is still rising. The streets look so empty so you're at ease.

Big mistake.

A car driving by doesn't notice you while you're crossing the street. It's your right of way so you don't think too much about cars. You could've sworn you heard some type of commercial from the a tv nearby.

 "It is I who must save the day. My inner strength and dark powers must be unleashed fear not I'm the main character!"  

Something of the sort. You don't know. Right now you can't stop thinking of all the fun you do during October. Scary movies, scooby-doo marathons, candies galore, caramel apples, Halloween decorating, costume choosing and most importantly the scares.

You hear a large honk as time slowly passes you, your life is flashing through your eyes as everything is set in motion. You're frozen with fear, not sure how to acknowledge the situation. Tears prick the side of your eyes until a light blue and green blur is in your line of vision. Your eyes are blurry from the tears. You fear the worst. Your shoulders are held pushing you in the air against something warm and close. It felt comfortable actually calming. You land on the ground with a loud thud with a stranger on top of you. A horrid crash is heard far from your ears as the tumbling and skidding is enough to wake the neighborhood. You gaze upwards to find your hero. He's wearing the school uniform from the same school you go to. His wrists and hands are covered with a red bandage. He's also trembling with fear. He appears to be as scared as you are. You both take deep breathes, panting with fear. You blush at the distance between you and the admittedly cute guy. He has red eyes with determination and fear radiating off them. To you they look hypnotizing. He apologizes, getting off you. Your red rosy cheeks are a darker color showcasing your blush. He smiles at you with a cocky pose and expression.

"I've done it once again. Saving the innocent." He remarks.

It was a little funny to you but for now you must thank your savior. You jump in his arms yelling, "thank you" multiple times, causing him to become bashful. You kiss his cheek letting go of him.

"I'd be dead if it wasn't for you! I could kiss you!-" You gasp then recollect your words. "I mean- I meant it in a way that I'm eternally grateful for your heroic action of course!" You manage to cover up. 

"Heroic action?! Your welcome." He responds. Your face turns red finding him cuter.

"W-wow he's dreamy and adorable at that... his eyes sparkle.... I think I'll keep a close eye on him.." You think to yourself. You link your arm with him smiling. "C'mon let's walk to school, it's getting crazy around here."

He rubs the back of his head in a bashful manner from your actions. The police and ambulance take care of the rest of the accident. You find out your hero is a third year student by the name of Kaidou. He explains his background about his destiny and what not. Loving his imagination you join along finding it fun. You love anime and are sure that's his inspiration. He's surprised you go along with it.

"Y-you're not weirded out?" He asks with shock. You laugh.

"Not at all! It's exciting we should continue this conversation during lunch! Meet me with my friends outside the gym. We'll be waiting." You wave to him running off to class.

Kaidou couldn't believe he got to such a cute girl. Maybe it truly is his birthday. His parents are off working so he has no one to celebrate it with. At lunch time you explain to your group of otaku friends about your crazy morning. They comfort you as you tell them about the guy who saved you. They couldn't believe it but what most of your teasing friends found more interesting is this mystery guy. You explain how he will be joining, to talk about cool anime plots and settings. They get an understanding of Kaidou with his pretending, finding that it's actually cool.

"It's like cosplay only without the costume!" One of the girls say.

They come up with different worlds and powers for themselves. It's really fun watching them. Kaidou appears trying to sneak behind the trees. He looks as though he is hiding from someone. You wave to him, looking around to give him the clear. He sighs with relief, easily walking up to your group. His cheeks tint pink realizing the entire group he'll be joining this evening is full of girls.

"W-Whoa there's about five girls including her!" He thought with a surprised look on his face.

His gaze goes to your location with high interest. He smiles at the thought of having a chance to hang out with you. He's so glad he rescued you. You introduce him to everyone explaining their favorite genres and fandoms. He thought the loli was the cutest one. He shares his fandoms and genres he prefers with the group. They found him funny yet original with his "imagination" as a powerful being. He would show timidness and cowardly actions as well, especially around his buddy Saiki when he briefly arrived during lunch time. It's later revealed that he doesn't have plans after school due to no one celebrating his birthday. You and your friends couldn't help but feel bad about this, sharing some empathy for the blunette. He really appreciates it, thanking each one of you. You ask him to join you and the girls to the mall today. You're all going costume shopping or helping the others to buy supplies for their cosplays. His smile brightens, agreeing to the invitation immediately.

After school you meet Kaidou, telling him the others will meet back at this current spot after they change out of their uniforms. You're all going via bus transportation. You tell him it shouldn't take too long and you stay behind due to living so far. Now is your chance alone with the cute boy. You didn't want to miss your chance with him.

You decide to ask Kaidou more about himself, wanting to find out more about his interests. Maybe you two might have more in common. It sparks a fun conversation you two enjoy. You find it cute he gets into character a lot. He himself really admired you don't mind it. Sitting down beside each other your hands accidentally touch. They're placed on top of each other. You two look up into each other's eyes, blushing. He's shy wondering what to say or do next so you giggle teasing him. He stutters defending himself when you suddenly kiss his cheek once more.

"You're cute Kaidou." You wink.

His face glows red, fainting. You gasp holding him closer to you.

"Speak to me!!" You say dramatically worried for the poor soul.

He eventually woke up ten minutes later to your relief. It was funny teasing him. He couldn't stop trying to shift the blame on you as if you're the bad person because he's the hero. You giggle at the comment.

"You’re a cute clumsy fool. Don't you start with me. You trip over the smallest things!" You laugh.

He pouts, crossing his arms.

"Aww I'm sorry birthday boy. Here." You give him a great big hug as you did in the morning after he saved your life.

His eyes sparkle with admiration from the sweet gesture. Your smell is very soothing like a relaxing spa. Your hair against his fingertips felt so soft while your warm grasp is friendly and inviting. It reminds him how lonely he can feel at times back home. To feel cared for in such a way made his heart swell with happiness and joy. He embraces you back not wanting to feel empty. Your calm face against his chest made his body flutter as if he's in space. He's never felt like this before. This can't be the work from his powers no. This isn't a miracle either so what's this joyous feeling? Your eyelids flutter open revealing your shining orbs to him. They look so beautiful, contrasting to the setting around you. Your frame against the cloudy background of the school seemed to go back into the stupor he had of you in slow motion. This experience isn't fear like last time but quite the opposite. The cherished moment left him, feeling soft and warm in the inside that he leans in mesmerized by his feelings for you. You two kiss sweetly. He held your waist bringing you close in a protective manner while you grab onto the front of his school jacket gently. This marked your first kiss together. You two look into each other's eyes when you're interrupted by a certain group of fan girls.

"AAAAAWWWWW! SO SWEET!" Your friends cheer in unison as the jump and squeal with joy. You two rub the back of your heads blushing.

"Happy birthday Kaidou.." You tell him quietly.

“Thank you... I love you." He whispers.

Your heart leaped for joy. You got him a wondrous gift for his birthday after all. It was love.