#why does he have so many names and aliases.

[beloved-blaiddyd]

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

[pachimation]

new year, new you,,,,,,,

ITS SCARA’S BIRTHDAY WHOOOOOOO 🥳🥳 thank you for being born you have infested my thoughts for the last year and a half like a cockroach and i literally cannot get rid of you no matter what i do <3

[triplesilverstar]

The Typhoon isn't always the one roaring

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Drinking, Bad Flirting, Blow Jobs, Soft Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Awkward Sexual Situations, Pushing Vashs' comfort zone, Vash is not used to intimacy, Early In The Relationship, Not Beta Read, Self-Indulgent, Aliases, Fluff and Smut, Tenderness

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

A/N: You may have noticed a banner change, there’s a reason for that in the series. Enjoy flustered Vash getting lucky and still trying to get used to the idea of intimate encounters.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?” you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at the drunk that is attempting to flirt with you. He’s the third of the night, you have to at least give him points for being confident. 

Glancing around the room you jerk your thumb “Not here by myself” pointing at the tall skinny blond in a red coat currently engaged in a drinking game. As far as this town is concerned, a man known as Mr. John P. Smith, but you know him by another name. Vash the Stampede, the humanoid typhoon localized disaster. 

“If that’s the case, why are you sitting here at the bar and he’s over there?” Your mouth twitches trying to hide a smile and failing. Gaze clearly on Vash as he throws back another shot, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows. Damn the things this man does to you, and with so little effort since you’d cleared the air about a lot of things and started dating.

“Easy” swallowing a mouthful of water “I don’t drink, and I enjoy the floorshow.” The comment seems to go over his head. You catch Vash’s gaze this time, a knowing smile full of teeth across your face, while a dusting of pink lights paints his cheeks and up the tips of his ears. Everytime you’ve been approached tonight he’s tried to be discreet in watching the exchanges, but you’ve known the entire time and let it slide. This time however you signal he’s been caught, and he seems ready to give up on the drinking game. He bids the others goodbye with a wave, tipsy steps close the distance as he leans against the bar beside you. 

The two of you share a glance that lingers, unspoken words that leave a fluttering in your stomach that always leaves you feeling like you’re so much younger than you are. “Ready to get out of here?” Nodding you slip off the stool, ignoring the other man to slip yourself under Vash’s arm and lead him out of the bar. Once outside and out of sight of the doors his footsteps steady, no longer having to act as though the alcohol in his system is affecting him. He keeps his arm wrapped around you, a warmth against your side, both exhaling the cool night air. 

“Have fun tonight?” He nods his assent, as the hotel you’re staying at comes into view “Good, though I will admit, I was worried you might have drank a little too much.” 

“Oh, why? Worried i’d ruin your plans for the rest of the night” the joking tone pulls a small breathless laugh out of you. 

“Of course, I have so many plans for you” you smirk catching his eye “and I don’t want to take advantage of my drunk boyfriend.” 

“Hey now, it takes a lot to get me drunk!” you join him in his laughter that seems to carry in the night air. 

The moment the door closes with a soft click, you have Vash pressed against the door, fists wound tight in coat and mouth pressed against his in a desperate sloppy kiss. He moans against you, hands smoothing down your back to grab at your ass, the same ferocity mirroring your motions. When the need for oxygen breaks through you pull back enough to be left breathing the same air. “I wanted to go over and kiss you all night Sunshine. Don’t think I didn’t see those ladies that kept hitting on you, thinking they had a chance. I wanted to show them you’ve got a lover that knows what she’s doing” your voice has dropped and you feel his body shiver against you, releasing his coat to reach down and lazily palm at him through his pants. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the twitches of his length hidden beneath the fabric. 

“You’re the only one I want Mayfly” his voice has gone husky, dropping low and trying to knead your ass but you can tell he’s distracted by your hand on him, the other on the back of his head now scraping the skin beneath his undercut. He’s trying to chase after your mouth and you keep your distance just enough to be frustrating to the blond based on the whines coming from his throat. You chuckle low in your throat, darting in to press a kiss to his neck before beginning to suck on the skin beneath your lips, feeling the vibrations from his panting. Grinning as you suddenly bite into his skin, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but you’re rewarded with his little yelp at the sensation, pulling back to soothe the area with a few passes of your tongue. 

“Right answer, baby.” His hands are just gripping your hips now unsure what to do with them in his haze of pleasure, causing you to chuckle low in your throat. Peppering kisses along his neck, occasionally dragging your tongue along the pale skin before blowing on the dampness making his shiver. “I have plans for you tonight, Sunshine” you whisper against his skin, giving his cock a soft squeeze through the fabric of his pants. “But, I need to know how far you wanna let me go” a quick nip to his earlobe teasing his earring with the tip of your tongue, making him moan. You pull back from him and step away, giving him space to think. “Take your time, I don’t wanna push you too far past your boundaries.” You watch his chest heave as he takes in deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart beat, so few touches sending his body reeling and you love it. Knowing you’re the only one who’s ever done such things to him. 

“I ugh” Vash is still trying to suck air into his lungs, closing his eyes and swallowing hard “nothing past a blow job” the words get quieter as they pass his lips, a flush rising up his skin. Embarrassed at his own words, causing you to smile stepping closer to him still pressed up against the door. Rubbing your hands along his neck, being careful of the tender darkening skin from your earlier endeavor. 

“Anything else?” He shakes his head and you smile, a soft peck to his beauty mark “Just remember, if things get to be too much I’ll stop. Do you know your safeword?” Another nod from him while you’re pulling your jacket off and throwing it onto the chair in the room before turning back to him. This time when you go for his lips you’re a little more controlled, deepening the kiss after a sweep of your tongue against his lip. Fingers glidings up his shirt, catching the fabric but even the light touch though the fabric is enough to turn Vash into putty in your hands, sweeping them over his shoulders and slowly removing his jacket, pulling away from the kiss to toss the garment with your own. 

Returning your attention to him, one hand tangling into his hair and kissing him hard again, forcing a soft moan from him, his own hands settling on your hips grip tight. Positioning one of your legs between his, pushing his legs further apart so your thigh is pressing against his crotch giving him something to grind against. You enjoy feeling him as he puts more of his weight on you chasing the sweet friction against your body. Pulling away slightly you take in his face, lips red and puffy, pupils blown wide, and you smile. Sliding your free hand down his chest, done with pressing circles into his chest through the fabric, pushing your fingers under the hem to drag your nails along the skin just above his belt. Enjoying the movement of the muscles there, pressing kisses to his cheek and leaving a trail to his ear breathing gently against the skin. “Want me to help make you feel good baby?” He’s nodding furiously, hips moving a little bit harder against your thigh. 

“Please Mayfly” pressing your mouth to his again you quickly undo the clasp of his belt, button undone and tug the zipper of his cargo pants down, granting you easy access to his hard cock wrapping your fingers around his hot skin. At the contact you can feel him twitching through the leather of your gloves, a jagged moan passing Vash’s lips, even with the leather you can feel the precum leaking from his tip. Such a sensitive man you have, pulling away so your hand isn’t wedged between both of your bodies and giving you easier access to rub your hand along his heated member.  Long languid strokes smearing the wetness from tip to base watching him shudder leaning up against the door. 

The sound of someone walking by in the hallway pulls you both from the moment, you listening because you thought you heard the words “the Stampede” and Vash because he was a blushing furious mess made worse by the idea someone might have heard him. “Come on baby” pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth “let's move this party to the bed hm?” he’s nodding, still too nervous from the possibility of having been overheard.

Hooking your fingers into the loops of his pants, and pulling him along with you on your way to the bed. “Don’t worry my Sunshine, I’ll make you feel so good soon” leaning up towards him to kiss him he’s leaning to meet you, even nervous he still wants to kiss you. Once you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs your turning, pulling from the kiss and giving him a light shove to fall backwards. At his bounce you smile, a low whine passing from his mouth again. You’re quickly pulling your boots off then Vash’s, before joining him on the bed, pressing your hips to his and pressing his cock flat between both your bodies. A brief kiss, and you pull back one more to stare into his eyes “You ok to keep going?” 

His eyes are hazy as he stares at you, licking his lips before swallowing “yes” you nod, pressing in to start leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck as you descend down his body. A chorus of whines, groans and grunts reaches your ears, hands sinking into the mattress beside him as you keep going, pressing more kisses, a little harder to the fabric of his shirt hoping he’ll at least feel the force of them through his clothes. Finally at his hips your grin, looking up at him, before pulling one of your gloves off with your teeth, a whimper from him at the sight as he leans back on his elbows to watch you. 

Glove gone, you reach and start to stroke at him, spreading the pre-cum around his skin allowing your hand to glide instead of pulling at the soft skin surrounding his hardened flesh. Gently pushing his cock just to the side so you can mouth at fine hairs just above his twitching shaft, enjoying the continuous noises your man makes above you. “Mayfly, Please” you grin, blowing a quick breath across his damp skin before looking up at him, watching the shiver rake across his frame.  

“Please what baby?” The pout on his face is obvious, chest heaving and face red, when he’s like this, you don’t think you even need him to touch you to get yourself off feeling your thighs clench. His hips lift, trying to give you a hint. “Words baby, you know I want to know how far you’ll let me push your boundaries.”

“Suck me, please!” You don't even have time for the words to finish passing your lips, his voice so desperate and it makes you clench a warmth blooming in your core. 

"Since you asked me so nicely" gloveless hand pumping him and you drag your tongue along the underside of his flesh from base to tip, pressing your lips to the tip, kiss soft. He twitches against your lips, a drop of pre-cum beading from his slit when you pull back ever so slightly. Glancing up from your current position to catch his gaze, eyes staring into one another's, you take the head of his length in your mouth. Watching his lids flick shut, shuddering and a soft moan of your name as his head tilts back. 

Content that he’s enjoying himself you focus your attention back to your task bobbing up and down gently, taking a bit more of him each time until you’re about halfway down, removing your hand to pull your remaining glove off so both hands and press down against the bare skin and hair just above his cock. Alternating the pressure and movement of the circles you place there while increasing the suction of your mouth, cheeks pressing in against his twitching length. 

As you get more and more into your actions your hands start slowly drifting upwards, feeling more of his skin under your wandering fingers. Lost in the movements and the symphony above you, you don’t notice as your hands keep sliding from the force of your actions. “Pineapple!” It’s like a switch is flipped,jerking away and leaning back on your knees, hands held up in the air in surrender.

“Breath baby. Tell me you’re ok when you can.” His hands are pressed to his face, chest heaving and you have no idea what caused him use the safe word. But you’re patient, was it maybe just too much. While you wait you push yourself farther back from so you can get off the bed, heading over to your bag to grab your canteen and then his own from his. Walking closer to him and setting it where he can reach. Finally calmer Vash looks at you, eyes almost downcast.

“I’m sorry, your hands were just” he pauses and you drop down onto the floor beside the bed waiting for him to continue. “Your hands were moving too high” his words leave you nodding, Vash has yet to let you see any of his skin past what needs to be seen around his crotch. Even when you’ve been making out he’s been pretty clear about where your hands can wander, and you hadn’t noticed how high they’d been going. 

“I’m sorry Vash” you hold one of your hands out, offering it to him if he wants it. He does take it to give it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to push you, but that doesn’t make it alright. Do you want to stop for the night? I don’t mind if you do.” Everything will be on his terms and if he’s done for the night then so are you.

“No, I wanna keep going if you do? Just no wandering hand?” You agree with him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. Vowing in your head to be more careful while Vash gets used to intimacy, not everyone is willing to drop their pants on the first date like you are. But damn, even if you never go any farther then what you did tonight you’ll be happy. You didn’t start dating him for the sex, no, it was a much deeper reason. 

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Character Profile: Prince Edlin Silverleaf, The Moon Prince of Nem Naalore

!! Note: Please do not use my character for roleplaying or fanfiction. (with the exception for Ycey Narrates). He is still a developing character. If you wish to draw him out, please contact me for more information !!

"Those dazzling eyes of yours. Why, even under the moonlight, turly its like gazing into a galaxy of stars. Now, what's bothering my star?" - Prince Edlin from "Under the Moonlight" Part 1

Full Name: Prince Edlin Amadeus Silverleaf

Aliases/Other Titles: Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, The Silver Prince, The Clumsy Elf (from his beloved)

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Age: 20

Height: 6'1 ft (185cm)

Eye Color: Amethyst

Hair Color: Snow, long length sometimes in loose braids

Skin Color: Soft Beige

🌛💫About/Backstory💫🌛

With the great war between humans and elves coming to an end, King Lafvan and Queen Saevanna decided it was time to bring a child into the new world. Edlin, however, was very weak when he was born. He was barely breathing and had very pale skin. If it were not for the mysterious maiden that Saevanna allowed to heal the child, Edlin would not be part of this world. No one, not even the Moon Queen herself, knew what ancient powers the maiden possessed. And so Edlin was raised just like any ordinary elven boy throughout the years.

Edlin, while still learning his place as Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, took a liking in swordsmanship. As a youngling, he learned from his uncle and learned everything that he knew. When his uncle wasn’t around, he had others teach him. His uncle would even send him swords, which sparked a new hobby in collecting swords, which Saevanna didn’t like the influence Lafvan’s brother was having on her only son. His sword play would be limited as he still had to learn prince etiquette and the lectures Saevanna scheduled. Edlin, however, would still sneak off during those lectures, riding upon his great albino elk, Cloud, into the forests.  

The elf had shown great connections with humans, especially with the sun princess of Sol Estrela. He was first introduced to the human princess when both royal families wanted for them both to promote peace amongst humans and elves. Over time, this friendship blossomed, and they became close.

However, elves, at the age of twenty, begin to slowly age. This is why elves don’t normally bear many children due to this revelation that Edlin discovers from the sun princess. It would prevent their relationship from growing further. So, they would keep their relationship a secret from their families.

💜🌌Personality🌌💜

Edlin is a kind-hearted, charming elf. Many female elves have gawked over his friendly personality, most especially his good looks. Royal lines from around the continent (even beyond the shores) wanted to marry off their elven daughters to the resilient moon prince of Nem Naalore, but he had refused every contract with the other kingdoms.

He's been known on many occasions for helping Naalorians in the kingdom. He’s brave, going off against dangerous monsters that invade his home (most of the time he gets assistance from his friends or palace guards). His mother, Saevanna, gets worried every time he runs off to assist his people that he may not return. But he does come back, ruining his princely wardrobe every time.  

The elf is clumsy, often falling off his great, large elk Cloud or being around the love of his life, the human princess of Sol Estrela. He trips, falls, and stumbles. He almost broke his back once when falling off the princess’ balcony one night after the Sunset Gala; however, he was just overreacting that one time when he did (it wasn’t that large of a fall).   

🦌⚔️Abilities⚔️🦌

Swordsmanship – Skilled in sword fighting in combat. Edlin owns a large collection of handcrafted swords, from scimitars to long swords to short swords. He switches them out occasionally, to be sharpened and placed back upon the wall until switched out again. He prefers to have one sword in hand; however, his kind is known to duel with two swords instead of one.

Darkvision – Edlin can see through the darkly lit forests and caves. This has proven to be useful when returning to the Moon Palace or searching through the dark forest for lost creatures.

Heightened Senses – The elven prince has keener senses compared to humans. He is graceful on his feet (most of the time) in dueling and has excellent eyesight.

Riding – He rides not only horses but also great elks. Cloud was taken in as a calf after its mother abandoned it in the rain one night. Both bonded, and Edlin would ride upon him every sunrise and sunset for his “walks”. Edlin also likes to give Cloud treats after riding, such as sugar cubes (which he shouldn’t have, but Edlin gives it to him anyways, seeing as it has no effect on him) or special tree leaves he’s gathered in the forests.

Understanding of Creatures/Talking with Beasts – Although this doesn’t work on all animals, he can speak and comprehend all sorts of creatures, such as his elk Cloud. His mother found Edlin’s ability to be useful when having him get serpents and other reptiles out of her gardens, as she hates scaly reptiles.

⭐Concept Art⭐

Artwork by Shio

📖Stories✏️

🌙 Under the Moonlight Series 🌌

Part 1

Part 2

SFW Valentine's Day Special Headcanon

More Stories TBA

Inspired Spotify Playlist: TBA

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Ok so you've inspired me ahah, could I request a William x reader where the reader replaces Adaline, and Ellis is her new bff that's convinced her to accompany him on a weekend at his divorced dad's house? And things happen kinda like in the movie where he recognizes her but she doesn't dare tell him the truth and once he realizes that 1) it's her, 2) she's not dating his son, and 3) she still loves him too, he does everything to seduce her again. I imagine him being self-conscious about his age/appearance and reader would reassure him. Hope this is ok, thank you!!

i love this smmmm!

age

william jones x reader

note: if y’all haven’t seen age of adaline, PLS WATCH! it’s so good!

“come onnn! it’ll be fun!” you shook your head lightly, “i don’t know, ellis. are you sure i’d be welcome?” you didn’t want to just barge into your new friend’s life. ellis shook his head, “please, barge in? no, my dad would love to have you! he’s just a lonely old man, and seeing me wouldn’t do him too much, y’know?”

“sure ellis.” 

you weren’t too keen on meeting others. considering your past. for you were 107 years old. due to an accident that you truly didn’t understand.  but from the age of 

 35, you has not physically changed at all, remaining exactly the same. you’d undergone many aliases in order to keep your condition a secret. as of right now, your name was leia thompson, by the end of the month, you’d become sara slater, leia thompson being completely forgotten. 

if only you’d gotten to know ellis sooner. maybe you could’ve had a good friendship. 

the man took the clean mug that you were drying from your hands, “please. it would be fun.” you pursed your lips. what the hell, you’d be gone soon enough. 

“y’know what? sure. i’d love to join you. as long as i can drive.” 

“fine by me.” 

— — — 

the drive went by quicker then expected. it has been a very long time since you’d been behind the wheel, considering this is how you had ended up in that accident in the first place. 

but with ellis, you felt… safe. you didn’t know why, he just had some sort of element to him that seemed all too familiar, but also comforting. 

you and ellis arrived at his father’s house a little later then expected, mainly due to traffic, but you’d arrived. ellis had helped you retrieve your single suitcase, while he grabbed his other bags. your gaze fell upon the nice house before you, noticing how it looked as though all the lights were off. you furrowed your brows, “are you sure your dad’s not asleep?”

“he always waits up, leia… at least, i hope he is, cause..” ellis paused, letting out a soft laugh, “i don’t have a key.” 

your eyes widened, “you don’t carry a key to your father’s house?” he smiled sheepishly, “i’m usually here earlier in the day..” you couldn’t help but laugh, “well, let’s hope your dad’s awake then.” you took the handle of your suitcase, pulling it down the driveway towards the front door, ellis walking in front of you. as you walked up the porch, caught by surprise as the door was pulled open. “took you long enough.” he said, sounding somewhat grumpy and somewhat relieved. you refrained from frowning. something about his voice seemed so familiar. 

“dad, there’s someone i’d like you to meet-“

“(f/n)?”

you were taken aback immediately. you hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. 

and suddenly you recognized him. william jones. could it really be?

“(f/n)? (f/n) (l/n)?” 

you shook your head slowly, “no-no. that’s-thats my mother.” the lie was out before you could even stop yourself. the older man blinked slowly, as though trying to register what you’d said. 

cautiously, you extended a hand, “i’m leia. leia thompson.” you said softly. he took your hand slowly, giving it a firm shake.

oh, the amount of times you’d held this hand before. even after all these years your hand still fit perfectly in his.

“wait, you knew her mom? what a small world we live in!” ellis exclaimed. you forced a smile, trying to slip your hand away from william, only for him to hold on a second longer. his adam’s apple bobbed as he dropped your hand.

what a small world indeed.

— — —

you didn’t know how to process this. never in a million years would you think that ellis would be the son of william jones.. a man who you still continued to love to this day.

and seeing him, it set something off inside of you. those feelings that had hardly faded away came rushing back.

it didn’t matter that he’d aged. he was still just as handsome as the day you’d last seen him… the day you left him…

you had gone to bed immediately upon arrival. you couldn’t face him. not yet. 

awaking earlier the next morning, you prayed that william hadn’t changed into an early bird. you had left ellis a note on your bed, letting you know that you were going to be taking a walk. 

you headed downstairs, only to be met face to face with william. your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to act as normal as possible. “good morning,” you greeted.

he smiled softly, “hey, good morning-“ he paused, shaking his head lightly, “i just can’t get over how alike you two look-your mother, i mean.” 

you nodded, “we do look pretty similar, huh?” 

william let out a laugh, “you can say that again… uh… if you don’t mind me asking.. how is she?” 

you frowned, “she-she passed away a few years ago.” your heart ached as a heartbroken expression crossed his features.

“oh.. i’m sorry to hear that.” 

“it’s okay.” 

the two of you then stood in an awkward silence for a moment before his hazel eyes scanned you for a second, “going for a run?” 

“a walk. i’m not much of a runner.” you said, “nice talking to you, william.” you then slipped past him as quickly as possible before heading down the hallway and out the door.

and while all seemed normal for you, william jones was going through it. for as you has passed by him, he’d taken notice of a somewhat large scar near your hairline.

and your words, i’m not much of a runner.

that was the very first sentence (f/n) (l/n) had ever said to him all those years ago. she was seated on the street curb, tying her shoe. william had walked past her, “nice day for a run.” 

and she’d replied, “i’m not much of a runner.”

and then that scar. he was with her the day she got it. they were on a hike in the woods, and she’d glanced back at him, not taking notice of the large tree branch ahead. 

she’d always been so clumsy, and ended up running into it. considering the injury was on your forehead, it had been quite bloody, but he had patched you up.

there’s no way in hell that you weren’t (f/n) (l/n)… but there was only one way to know for sure.

— — —

you returned back to the house to find ellis’ car gone. you retrieved your phone from your pocket to find that he’d texted you claiming he was going to the store to pick up a few things.

this meant that you were going to be alone with william…. what could go wrong?

turns out, a lot. 

you entered the house, heading into the kitchen for some water to find william waiting for you. you furrowed your brows, “hello?”

“i know.” 

you froze, trying to play it cool. “what?” 

he passed you a small photograph, one that you had forgotten about. in the photo, was you and a young william. this was the only time you’d shown your face and taken a photo since the accident. 

“you and my mom were close huh?”

“look closer,” he urged, pointing at you, “the same scar on here,” he then gently pointed to your own forehead, “is here.” 

and as though all of it suddenly clicked, he gasped softly. “it is you… but… but how?”

you sighed softly, “william..”

“please. the least you could is explain how you’re standing before me looking exactly the same as you did all those years ago.” 

you ran a hand through your hair, sinking into a chair at the table, “it’s a long story…”

“i’ll listen.” he took a seat across from you, sending you an expecting look. your lips quivered, “i-i was in an accident. in 1931.” william’s eyes widened slightly but he remained silent. “i haven’t aged since.” you whispered. 

“is this a condition..”

“i don’t know.”

william frowned, “so… so this is your life, huh? on the run. that..” he paused, glancing up at you, a look of realization crossing his face. “that’s why you left?” 

slowly you nodded. william exhaled deeply, “it all makes sense now.” 

“william…” you dared to reach across the small table, placing your hand atop his. “i saw you that day. on the bench.” tears sprung to your eyes, “i… i didn’t want too leave you. i really didn’t… you have to know… i never stopped loving you.” 

the man smiled softly, “… i don’t think i ever stopped either. maybe… maybe that’s why my marriage failed.. because as much as i loved cathy… i was thinking of you.” a single tear slipped down your face, choking back a sob.

“william…” you sighed deeply, “ellis doesn’t know. he can’t know. you-you can’t tell him.” 

he nodded, “i understand.” an awkward silence engulfed them. you could tell william wished to say something, but as you opened your mouth to speak, he blurted, “are you dating my son?” 

“ellis? god no. we’re friends, nothing more.” 

william did his best to hide his relief. his lips quirked up slightly, “oh…” you nodded, “yeah..” another awkward silence filled the air.  you cleared your throat, “uh-i should go get ready for the day..” 

the man nodded, “of course, i didn’t mean to keep you-“

“it’s okay william. i promise.” you retracted your hand from his, standing up from your seat, “thank you.” 

“what for?”

“everything. you’re such a kind wonderful man, and i can see you’ve only gotten more wonderful with age.” you cringed at how the words left your mouth. “sorry-it’s just… it’s nice to have someone like you to listen.” 

“oh… you’re welcome.” sending him a smile, you exited the kitchen, leaving william alone.

he still couldn’t believe it. you were here, you were actually you. and… he thought back to your words, ‘i never stopped loving you’. 

does that mean that even now you still had feelings for him? that you still loved him? 

— — —

little did he know. you did. 

you loved him beyond compare. even with his aging, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. and your feelings only continued to grow the more you’d been around him. 

you still couldn’t believe you’d told him the truth.  and in all honesty, part of you was beginning to regret it. 

for william was doing everything in his power to subtlety impress you-dare you say seduce you-without catching ellis’ attention. 

it was very subtle of course, but you knew. every little thing he did was a salute to your relationship. and oh, how you missed it.  

how you missed him. 

and as much as you wanted to act on your feelings, you knew you couldn’t. even ellis was starting to become suspicious.

“i didn’t know that you liked older men.” 

the question caught you offguard. you set down the dish you were drying, “what?”

“ya think i don’t see it?” you furrowed your brows, “ellis, what are you talking about?”

“it’s kinda obvious, leia.” a frown tugged at your lips, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he placed his hands upon his hips, giving you a knowing look. “since you arrived, my dad hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you. and as far as i can tell, you haven’t been able too either.”

your frown deepened. 

“i mean, i don’t care or anything, you’re what, thirty-three?”

“thirty-five.” you corrected. 119. 

“age gap isn’t too bad.. but i suppose age is just a number.” 

if only you knew, sweet boy. 

“ellis-“

“it’s just-he’s so happy around you, leia.” you couldn’t help but smile.

maybe this could work out… maybe… maybe you could tell ellis the truth… and maybe… just maybe… you could be happy with william.

— — —

you found him outside, gazing up at the stars.  a smile tugged at your lips as you walked outside, two mugs of tea in hand.

“hi william.” you greeted softly. he turned, a bright smile tugging on his lips, “hi leia.” it still felt so strange hearing him say that name.

“how are you this evening?” you asked, passing him a mug, which he took gratefully. “i’m doing good, how are you?”

“fine.” you replied. the two of you fell into a silence before william suddenly spoke up, “ellis spoke to me today-“

“i know he did.” you replied, only assuming he’d have had the same conversation he had with you. 

“(f/n), i’m sorry, what i’ve been doing, it’s stupid and i just-“

“i wanna be with you.” 

the words slipped out before you could even register what you were saying. william’s hazel eyes widened, your words catching him offguard. “you what?” 

slowly you nodded, “i want to be with you, william. i was honest when i said i never stopped loving you, and being here these past couple days, my love has only grown.” 

it was a long shot, but you were willing to try. “so if you’ll have me, i’d like to try this again, do it properly this time.”

“how can you want this?” his voice was soft, “i mean,” he gestured to himself, “look at me, look at you. you’re still so young, so beautiful. and me… well i’m just an old bag of bones.” he mumbled sadly. 

“oh william,” you set your mug down on the chair beside you, cupping his face, gently caressing his cheeks, “william, i don’t care about your age, or appearance. you wanna know how old i am? 119,” his eyes widened more if it was even possible, eliciting a laugh from you. “mhm exactly, and as for your appearance, you’re so very handsome, william. just as handsome as you were all those years ago.” 

“you think so?” he asked softly. “i know so.” not wanting to overstep, you kissed his cheek softly, smiling at him. “so what do you say? shall we start over?”

he let out a laugh before pulling your hands away from his face, “hello there, i’m william jones. and you are?” he asked, extending a hand towards you. 

“(f/n). (f/n) (l/n).”

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Some other theories and observations, part 2

First impressions after re-reading DGM Some theories and observations, part 3 Notes on Link, part 1 & part 2

Have a nice week!! The end of summer is right around the corner and it’s still melting me…

(SPOILERS UP TO CH248!!!!)

▶ Bookmen’s « lineage »

Why was Lavi given 49 aliases/names when Bookman has none (at least, none that we know so far)? Does the name mark the apprenticeship? How does this even work? We know there are many Bookmen or sympathizers (just like Neah, actually) in DGM’s universe and they help each other when it’s needed, but we know so little about them!

Out of all the groups in the story, be it families or clans, the Bookmen are the only ones that the story specifically qualifies as a blood relationship, unlike the others. At the beginning of volume 13, Road uses ‘chisuji/血筋’ (lineage, blood relationship, descent ; the kanji for blood, 血, is a component of the word) to define the Bookmen:

The rest of the cast is defined with a clanic/familial notion that doesn’t specifically require a blood relationship:

➔ The Noahs are defined with ‘ichizoku’/一族 (family, relatives, household: ‘zoku’/族 is the kanji for tribe, clan, band, family). ➔ The Luberrier are also described by Lavi in the manga with 一族, but also with ‘ke’/家 (house, family), just like the Chang (I couldn’t find it for the Epstein, but it might also be ‘ke’), and ‘kazoku’/家族 (family, and as ichizoku, 族 is one of its components). ➔ When Luberrier qualifies Hevlaska’s crime against her own family/tribe (it’s highly probable she is a Luberrier herself), he uses ‘douzoku’/同族 and ‘ichizoku’.

The Bookmen stand out with this sole occurrence. I wonder what this really means, because the Bookmen were introduced as a group definitely not related by blood, formed through apprenticeship. And if I’m not mistaken, Hoshino even hinted at the importance of the Bookmen ties in one of her recent ig posts… ? It might even have a connexion to Lavi’s concealed eye, who knows!

▶ « Lavi »

In ch119, Lavi and Bookman have been associated with wheat or barley, overly present in the Campbell mansion landscape.

If Hoshino really pushes the wordplay between multiple languages, « spring » also refers to the coil or screw/helical shape in english, which is interesting since the recent chapters focus on the helix magic explained by……. Past!Allen!

(Lavi could also be a reference to 'la vie' which means 'the life' in French /jk idek at this point haha)

▶ past!Allen

(I’m thinking about that ‘past!Allen was a Bookman’ theory again haha)

Somehow after transplanting Neah’s memories in him, past!Allen became in the former’s eyes « a crazy puppet », as he said in volume 21. past!Allen was someone whose affiliation to the Innocence was beyond imaginable to Neah: once Neah learns his present self wishes to be an exorcist he deems him as his enemy. This is very poor reasoning, but the only characters revealed to have ‘sided’ with the Noah in the manga are Bookmen until the present war broke out or some time before. We also know Bookman lost one (or more) successor(s) before Lavi thanks to Sheril’s threats (« you don’t want to lose another successor again, right? »).

And the « again » is accentuated in the original version (the panels on the left):

When Tyki reports to Sheril what happened and Bookman overhears it, it’s as though he had prior knowledge from an unidentified source of what would trigger the history they were meant to record as Bookmen (the panels on the upper right). « An Innocence called Apocryphos… The departure of Allen Walker… » sounds as though he’s listing off ‘early signs’ finally announcing an important event is about to occur.

Could it be that someone/something had foreseen this? Or had already experienced this before them in another timeline or world? In addition to the ‘other world’ the Noah once lived in according to Cross, dream!Bookman insisting on the fact Bookmen live outside of the world (in ch119, the last panel on the bottom right), Allen and Lenalee’s dreams and the constant imagery of the world being nothing but a stage actors play on, it’s tempting to think there’s a timeline distortion/alternate universe or whatever plot line going on in this story.

It’s also interesting to note that for an unknown reason, Wisely interrupted Bookman’s questioning and refused to reveal whatever he read in his mind (eg. Road’s relationship to Neah), as Tyki reveals it in ch225:

▶ « Howard Link »

Compared to the third generation exorcists, who began as Crows just like Link, why is Link the only Crow to have a last name? If I’m not mistaken, Hoshino doesn’t use the Japanese naming order (family then given name) eg. Allen Walker, Cross Marian. So Link’s first name would be Howard.

In Link’s flashback in volume 21, Tewaku called him « Lin-niisama » (could this hold some significance in the manga later on?):

Was his first name Lin? I don’t believe Tewaku would call him by his last name as a child. If it’s the case, why would they swap his first and last name later? Or were the Crows ordered to call each other by their last names, since the flashback seems to happen when they became Crows? Is Link’s first name important somehow?

Before becoming a Crow, was his name Lin, not Link? Or was it just an affectionate nickname given by Tewaku? Where did Howard come from?

Or did they have no name at all or no name they could remember, like Red?

I was always under the impression that Link was his first name for some reason, I was a little silly haha

Aside from Tewaku, the only moment the third generations interacted with Link was when Goushi accidentally hurt Allen. Unlike Link, who calls them by their name, Goushi here mentions Link by his full name and title in quotation marks: « Inspector Howard Link ».

I don’t really know what to make of it. The formality would be pretty normal as their functions as Crows call for it, but it still seems weird to me as the 3rd generations call each other by their name.

Perhaps some distance gradually came to form between Link and them (eg. their training as Crows that seems really harsh and impersonal, or the influence of the Akuma cells)? (It also could be that Goushi was visually impaired, and recognized Link by his voice!)

Also when Tewaku cries for help, she asks for Madarao, Tokusa, Goushi and Kiredori but not Link.

▶ Artificial Exorcists Arc parallels

The artificial exorcists were, in retrospect, pseudo-Noahs created by the hands of humanity: they were given great regenerative abilities and a predestined role, to become exorcists in this war. The Order forced on them previous existences from which they would gain the ability to synchronize. But the memories of their previous lives threatened to overwhelm them, affecting their mind and senses, the Order would then deem them as ‘failures’. With the third generation, they intended to perpetuate these abilities for generations but Alma’s hatred was too deeply rooted.

There are also visual parallels between Kanda, Alma, Mana and Red/Neah:

Allen’s current situation also parallels Kanda’s past anguish with unknown memories flooding his head and the fact that both Alma and Mana were alive was hidden to them.

▶ Influence exerted through hands (TW: child abuse and domestic violence)

(Now I’m expecting a flashback from Link’s pov of the operation to instill Crow’s ability to cast magic with this kind of hand imagery, it would be interesting)

The hand is also accentuated in two other pages when Apocryphos attempts to merge with Allen:

There were also these panels in volume 27 (my stomach churned when I searched them again for this post)… The last two panels fill me with pure disgust, I turned these pages really fast because that was too much.

Hands can convey many messages and symbols like that in the way they’re framed, the ones above are drawn by Hoshino in a way that inspires horror and abuse.

In DGM, sometimes they’re a symbol of connection (eg. Allen and Suman, Johnny and Allen), sometimes a symbol of influence, control and violence.

Violence was also represented in other ways:

-> In Lenalee's past:

When Lenalee remembers her past, the Order and the Crow’s uniform is a symbol of her suffering: the personnel’s faces are obscured, contrasting with their outfits.

It’s the same when she remembers the experiments that forced victims into Fallen Ones. Their hand grasping the boy as well as the boy’s waving her are also highlighted. The profusion of the scientists and executives’s comments and orders, represented by bubbles gradually taking all the place, desensitized and disconnected to the cruelty of the experiments we see depicted behind it.

Luberrier’s figure in the page on the right is the only face with distinctive features she remembers, concentrating her fears.

(And ironically, Lenalee’s Dark Boots feel very heavy and could be a symbol of all her fears and hatred shackling her: they empower her but at the same time weigh her down emotionally. Her scene with the head nurse giving her her boots destroyed me ;;;;;;;;;;;;;)

In the Destruction of the Black Order arc, the ghost even forgot her name, but the memory of the experiments along with (supposedly) a Luberrier dragging her by force remain.

Luberrier and Link’s introduction in the manga also represent them with their teeth highlighted:

-> The experiments on Kanda and Alma were often visually associated to the Innocence and the Crow’s silhouettes. When Kanda and Alma are chased by Crows, the focus is on their hands: they emerge from the dark to cast binding spells. Just like Lenalee remembers Luberrier, Kanda remembers the horror of the experiment with Sirlins Epstein baring menacing teeth.

-> The cage which is also mentioned in the Lost Fragment of Snow novel:

I said it in a previous post, but the manga My Hero Academia also does it and it’s gutting. Hands are represented as vectors of both violence and sympathy/love.

(SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE MHA SERIES!!!!!)

Three character arcs illustrate this poignantly: Eri and Overhaul, Tomura and All For One (he literally embodies this image as it’s part of his character design and powers), and the Todoroki family and Endeavor.

[shoechoe]

Donatella and Diavolo for the ask game? (And maybe Squatizi? 🦈)

For Squatizi- I remember the mix of surprise and excitement I felt when I saw the two of them on my first watch of VA. At that point, I had kind of just assumed that Jojo had no actually on-screen LGBT+ characters (The only canonical non-cishet at that point was DIO, whose bisexuality was only confirmed by Araki and is never actually stated or shown in the work) and was simply popular with the community due to its general nature (which does appeal to a lot of gay subcultures and tastes in that way). The notorious Bury-Your-Gays moment with Sorbet and Gelato didn't help either.

So, when Tiziano and Squalo showed up, going so far as to fondle each other on-screen, I just went "holy shit". These two are actually gay? And we get to see it? Honestly, I cared less about the fight in that arc and was just interested in seeing what would be done with those two- I suppose it wasn't explicitly stated they were together, but the on-screen groping was kind of enough to tip you off. Just for that reason, I do have a fondness for them, and I do understand why people love them and mess around with them so much in fanon.

Though, while the novelty of an actual gay couple in Jojo excites me alone, much of their writing still frustrates me and they were far from what I'd consider "good representation". They had very little screentime and were really less two individual characters and more just two halves of one whole. The fight itself was underwhelming (which you articulated perfectly in a previous post of yours) and Squalo dying almost instantly after Tiziano instead of putting up any sort of fight after his mantra of revenge was disappointing. While "good representation" is not exactly my expectation knowing... the way Jojo is, it was still annoying.

I do like them and enjoy how people take their characters and expand upon the underwhelming amount that canon gives. They're not my favorite couple and I don't talk about them a lot, but I certainly favor the pairing and see why people focus on them so much.

As for Diavolo and Donatella: As you might've guessed, I have many thoughts about the two of them. I don't know how long this is going to be, so I'll put this under a cut.

I would not say I think about Donatella and Diavolo as a pairing in a particularly "shippy" way. In a lot of ways, I don't even really see them as a romance. They only interacted for an extremely short period of time, at about a few weeks maximum, and despite apparently growing attached enough to sleep together, they barely found out anything about each other and Diavolo abandoned her without so much as giving her his name.

I find Donatella incredibly interesting (and frustrating) to think about just for that reason. Diavolo is obviously extremely avoidant of people and has been so for his entire life, using aliases since he was young, killing his mother and burying her under his house's floorboards, and then killing his adoptive father and burning down his town when he found out. In all other ways, he shows dangerous precision, determination, and intelligence when it comes to erasing himself from the world.

So, on one hand, Donatella is a really interesting deviance in his behavior and a representation of the moral of Diavolo's character. Connecting and being known by other people is simply a part of being human; Diavolo tries his hardest to scrub every trace of his existence away and isolate himself in the search of evading the inevitable pitfalls of being human, but this is an impossible task. Even one little connection from years ago- in this case, a brief fling- spiralled into an unignorable marker of his existence, and that led to his downfall.

For anyone else, a brief date as a teenager would hardly be anything remarkable or consequential, but for Diavolo, his goal to erase himself completely just multiplies the consequences of any and all relationships he's had. What would likely be a connection anyone else would overlook is instead the main reason for the fall of Diavolo's empire. (You also have the fact that Diavolo was apparently irresponsible enough to get Donatella pregnant, which could say something about how Diavolo's avoidance of relationships makes him act haphazardly and make big mistakes in the relationships he did have.)

However, at the same time, Donatella is... odd to think about (and I believe this is also part of why she's talked about as little as possible in the story). It's very hard for me to imagine Diavolo, someone shown to be secretive since he was very young, having a fling with a random girl out of nowhere. Sure, him having a relationship could work, but a seemingly random brief date leading to an accident-baby just seems off and hard to imagine considering everything else we know about him. Believably expanding upon the idea with more detail while keeping Diavolo in character sounds rather difficult, which is why I think Vento Aureo just doesn't bother doing it. (Also, why would someone date and then sleep with a guy whose name they don't even know?)

Not to mention, throughout the entire story, in all of Diavolo's spiels about how the past is coming back to haunt him, I do not believe he ever even says Donatella's name. Trish only mentions her once when prompted in the Notorious B.I.G. arc, and the only information she gives about her father are the basic facts that he was Sardinian and briefly dated her mother as a teenager. We learn essentially nothing about the relationship that these two had to Donatella, and that's a big problem.

Diavolo is at least built to be mysterious, but Trish... isn't. Could she not have asked Donatella about what her father was like personality-wise during any point in her life? Did she have no opinion on what she was like as a mother? Did she garner no opinion on her father before it was revealed he was a crime boss?

While I can speculate, it's obvious to me that Donatella pretty much only exists in the story as a plot reason why Diavolo has a daughter and not much thought was put into her or this detail of Diavolo's past beyond that. I think it's equally hard for others to envision this, which is part of the reason why the misconception of Trish actually being Doppio's daughter is a thing; the anime even plays into this by expanding on their backstory to have Doppio be the one to meet Donatella instead.

However, as I've said before, we know that this isn't true and this anime addition is in fact kind of a plot hole. We see that Doppio doesn't recognize Donatella, being unreactive when holding a picture of her in both the manga and anime and laughing at the concept of having a daughter or a girlfriend.

This anime change is especially irritating considering the fact that there are other implications in how Donatella apparently knew Diavolo and not Doppio. According to their backstory in the manga, the described personality that their adoptive father and village came to know them as is "cowardly and clumsy, yet open-hearted"- describing Doppio to a T.

For clarification, the manga goes on to state that in the Jojo universe, people with DID have alters that are fully present since adolescence.

This suggests that both Diavolo and Doppio were around since early childhood, but the village people and his father only knew Doppio- which makes sense, because knowing Diavolo, he would probably keep to himself. So, then, the fact that Donatella apparently knew Diavolo and Doppio doesn't even recognize her would say something really interesting about their relationship alone; what made Diavolo comfortable enough to show himself to her? What prompted him to go out and meet her in the first place?

Also, this may be a bit of a tangent, but I really dislike how they attempt to characterize Donatella in the anime. Her dialogue comes across as extremely stilted and odd, which makes sense, considering it's just her repeating the list of Trish's interests in the manga. (Literally- rewatch the scene and compare it to the page.)

Unlike Trish, she gets no characterization beyond this "I love sparkling water and I hate smelly men and anything that isn't beautiful" spiel- honestly, she somehow comes off as more shallowly written than the grand total of zero lines she got in the manga... but I digress.

Diavolo and Donatella are really interesting to me, but the information we get about them in canon is almost less than bare-bones, which I find to be one of the major flaws in the story. (Seriously, Jojo's creation of really interesting implications about characters and then simply refusing to do anything with them is one of its most annoying tendencies, and it especially shows with Diavolo.) I do enjoy people attempting to expand upon them in fanworks with the very little we get, but I don't know if I'd call that "shipping"; just expanding upon a hinted relationship. All in all, it's a pairing with a lot of food for thought.

[dreamcast641]

SCP OC: DMITRY VASILIJ MAKAROV

My boy is having a bio too finally! He is even older than claire when it comes to when I created him (2016) and he went through a lot as well. This bio will not be completely done either but otherwise I hope you like him as well. Please reminder that Dmitry is NOT a good character and It'll explain why while you read ----------------------------------------------------------------- GENERAL INFORMATIONS:

Full Name: Dmitry Vasilij Makarov Aliases/nicknames: None Age: 26-30 years old Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Sexual orientation: Aromantic and Asexual (AroAce) Date of birth: august 3rd Place of birth: Unknown but it's somewhere in the USA Current residence: site 5c Nationality: American with slavic origins Spoken Languages: American English (main), Russian ( ONLY with his dad) , American sign language (ASL) and braille Affiliations/organizations: SCP foundation Occupation: Medical department operating as psychiatrist and researcher, specialized in oneirology. Works sometimes along with the omicron rho (the dream team) and ISD (internal security department) agent. -------------------------------------------------------------

APPEARANCE

BUILD: Skinny/slender

— Dmitry is a man of impressive height, he reaches almost two meters but unfortunately he is really thin and manages to hide it well thanks to the clothes he wears.

— Dmitry doesn't take much care of his image and his being very busy often distracts him from having a correct diet. He doesn't eat often and if he does he doesn't get enough protein. it is Claire who reminds him to eat, often making time to prepare his meals.

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SCARS: acid burn scar all over his right side of the face

— Dmitry has a large, visible burn scar on his face and the contrast with his naturally pale skin makes it stand out even more.

— it's been years since the incident, yet he still can't fully talk about it. too many bad memories are linked to his scar and he usually avoids mirrors so as not to see his reflection in them.

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VOICE: Cold and low

— Dmitry speaks slow, his voice seems monotonous

— His voice seems to have no soul. It is cold and emotionless. -------

EYES: Purple/pinkish and blinded

— His left eye looks purple, closer to a purplish while the right one completely destroyed by the acid.

— If before he had difficulty seeing, now he can be considered almost blind and his eyes are the reason he is learning braille. His right eye is completely destroyed by the acid, the iris is opaque and the sclera is red. The remaining eye of him is not the best, the iris transparent and the pinkish color is due to the blood vessels visible in the eye.

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FASHION: casual

— casual, doesn't really care for fashion.

— He just grabs the first thing he could find. He is in his office the whole day so no one really sees him. ----------------- More about his aspect: -Dmitry is 193 cm tall or 6'3ft -He suffers from albinism that make his skin completely pale and his hair, including eyebrows and eyelashes, white due to absence of melanin

FAVORITES -Color: Purple -Food: very salty fries -Drink: Black coffee -Song: Man on the moon (zella day) -Flower: Poppy and black Rhododendron -Hairstyle: Ponytail or messy bun ------------------ PHOBIAS : Atychiphobia is an intense fear of failure. It may cause you to put off or avoid any activity or scenario that has the potential for an unsuccessful outcome. Someone with this condition may be scared to try new things, take risks or embrace growth for fear of failure. Cynophobia is the overwhelming fear of dogs. ------------------------------------------------

PERSONALITY: -Moral alignment: Lawful evil -Myers-Briggs: INTJ POSITIVE TRAITS: -Smartass. To be a researcher of the foundation, one must also be intelligent and Dmitry certainly is and this is to his advantage in many areas, even when it comes to escaping from unpleasant situations. -Dedicated only to his job. So dedicated and passionate about his work that he almost forgets to eat. He loves his position as a psychiatrist, it's an area he's always had a fascination with. The human mind is so full of mysteries to him. -Great team with Claire when it's possible. The smart one and the one who gets her hands dirty. Overall the two make a good team together and are able to overcome to almost all challenges NEGATIVE TRAITS: -Empathy? What is that? Despite his work as a psychiatrist, Dmitry often finds himself not empathizing with the patient in front of him or with anyone else. -Aggressive and often cold. His personality and lack of trust in others has made him an empty shell. Most of the time he comes across as distant and very confrontational with everyone, even with who should be the people closest to him. -Manipulator...and gaslighter. Especially with his sister, Dmitry is very manipulative. He often invents scenarios that never happened just to make her feel bad about it for days. To say Claire feels bad about this is an understatement. -Silent treatment. If he's angry he doesn't say why and when he does he can be silent for days. It is a torture for the others. -Ambitious. Ambition is good but not when it comes to his own where he would do anything to achieve his goals. -Smarter and above everyone. His thinking that he could decieve everyone and everything would be his own demise at the end.

TRIVIA -He has a ball albino python named diablo. He feeds him frozen rats or the ones that the janitor gave him for the snake. -He still has morals and can't stand people doing harm towards children or animals. -NPD (narcissist personality disorder) -His office it's almost always dark as he can't stand the light. -He hates when people touch his hair. He loves them way too much to even cut them and, in fact, they are long af. -Dmitry is anomalous. -He is a psychic than can walk through other people's dreams. -He can replace memories thanks to that. -The SHRP would be the ones that kill him at the end. He stepped way too forward with his experiments and pissed the wrong people off. -Victor penz would be the one to kill him with a gunshot

SUMMARY OF HIS STORY (STILL NOT SO DONE)

Dmitry was the first of the two to be born within two minutes of his twin sister Claire. It is not known where they were born, only that their mother gave birth to them somewhere in the United States. Raised in the hostile environment of the foundation but with the loving care of their mother Mandy Ross, a former nurse in the US Navy. Their father? Locked in the same site where they were born, metal walls separating this potentially dangerous man due to the toxic, potentially lethal nature of his body. In the early years of their lives, the twins immediately reveal themselves as curious troublemakers, always looking for other children like them to socialize with and will end up bonding closely with one of them in particular: Ira Watts, whom they will consider for life as a brother. Mandy, for reasons still unknown to them, decides to leave them and the foundation to join the GOC, leaving the twins and the adoptive brother to look after themselves with claire being the main caretaker for them with the help of Maria, who Dmitry would get extremely affectionate to as she is the one to guide and assist him during his studies. As the three separates just when they reach their adolescency, Dmitry was sent for a few years to study medicine and later psychiatry at a different facility than the site where he was born. Unfortunately here, the foundation will learn of his anomaly and some experiments will begin that will cost him whole days. Unbeknownst to him, they'll make him sleep a lot to see what he can do in other people's dreams. Eventually, at the end of his studies, he will reunite with his sister and soon after the accident with his father will take place which will leave him permanently injured not only physically but also mentally. The gases that he will inhale thanks to the acid will cause him to go into a coma that will go on for a few days, where he will hear everything and especially what the doctors will say, realizing that he means nothing to the foundation. The experience will leave him completely changed, developing questionable behaviors to say the least, especially towards his sister and without any specific motivation other than that he considers her a good-for-nothing who hasn't lifted a finger to save him. Their relationship will be so ruined that it will no longer be repairable. later on the two were approached by a man from the Internal Security Department (ISD) who was determined to recruit them as they were loyal members of the foundation. The two naively accepted and it was that meeting and that assignment that led them to site 5c where they still reside nowdays.

SITE 5C STORY LINE

(coming soon)

[paintgoose]

Jason Todd has always been the most cryptic Wayne/batfamily member.

Even as a kid, Jason was still a bit of a cryptid. Sure, the others were strange, but not like him.

Dick was a weird circus kid who liked swinging on chandeliers. He seemed really cheerful and adventurous (he never showed guests his anger, despite wanting to kill Tony Zucco). Tim was already an established rich kid, and he was too smart for his own good.

You see, the others were a strange outsiders knew. They thought they understood the oddities. Jason, though?

Guests had no idea what to think of him. He was nervous to be around so many people, to have so many eyes focused on him, but he was bright and cheery all the same. When uncomfortable, the boy could disappear so quickly. He was tiny from years of malnutrition, but he was fast. Nobody really knew his story. Obviously, he was found on the streets, but nobody knew much else about him. Then one day he disappeared and the next news of him was that he was dead.

Months after his death, there were people who would swear they'd seen his ghost while they were walking. One day the sightings stopped and the young ghost was never seen again. Years later, someone who looked like Jason Todd if he'd been given the chance to grow would be seen walking around Gotham.

After crawling from his grave, Jason was a mysterious John Doe at a hospital for a while. Nobody knew where he'd come from or how he'd gotten such terrible injuries. One day, he just disappeared, after being unresponsive for his entire stay. On the streets, there was some weird kid who nobody really knew. He didn't react to their attempts at communication and pretty much just walked around as a zombie, but he fought like a demon if provoked. Then one day some people from out of town started asking about the kid and he just disappeared forever. Nobody saw him again.

As a civilian after he comes back, he's some young guy who's super muscular (seriously, what's his workout routine?) and nobody really knows where he came from. He doesn't seem to have a job, but he has plenty of money. They don't even know his real name, and every time he uses one it changes (aliases to keep anonymity. He doesn't really have much of an identity outside of red hood or Jason Todd, a kid who died years ago).

As the Red Hood, he rarely even takes off his helmet (unless it was broken off, like when Bruce fought him, or he was purposely showing someone who he is). They don't know his age; he just showed up one day in full body armor ready to become a crime boss. He's got a rule against hurting children and is incredibly skilled in combat. He's too smart and calculating. His move with the duffel bag made him infamous, and he was able to evade Batman by himself for months.

Even to other members of the family, Jason is a mystery. Not much is known about the years in between his death and his return as the Red Hood. His confrontation with Bruce isn't discussed much by either of them, and Jason just sort of does his own thing most of the time. He's had several odd team-ups, and they never really get context as to how or why they meet and decide to start working together.

[smartzelda]

I am once again thinking of how we never actually see the name that killed L, just his legal name in "Death Note: How to Read".

I'm thinking of Rem ripping out the pages in her death note she'd written on as she turns to dust, taking too the only written instance of name that killed the world's greatest detective, quite possibly as one last act of defiance against Light Yagami. Thinking of how if she hadn't, Light would have read the final name she'd written, kept inside him the knowledge that he's one of the only humans alive to keep the name that L felt was *his* at the day he died. Sure, he could've just attached hard to how he wanted to remember L, but it doesn't take away the fact that it feels as if he *doesn't* know L's name (because with all the focus he had on finding it out it doesn't erase the care he put into finding it)

I'm thinking of L, who's never really identified himself with a name. Not his legal name, given to him by his guardian, nor any of his number of aliases. He might as well have been L Lawliet just as much as he was the detective L, or Eraldo Coil, or Deneuve, or even his brief stint as Hideki Ryuga. He's been called so many names in his life, but doesn't identify with any of them. I'm thinking of the fact that Near and Mello clearly identify themselves as their legal names despite their similar use of aliases, the way that their legal names are explicitly the names needed to kill them. However, with L, we never see his legal name written down in the note nor do we get to see the name floating above his head. Unlike others from a similar background, we don't know the name that killed him, nor does he seem to identify with his legal name.

Of course, this brings up exactly what the name had killed him was, and if it simply was his legal name, why it wasn't just shown as with other characters. For someone who couldn't seem to form an attachment around any of the many names they've been called, I almost wonder if the name that killed him was something secret, played around with in his head, something only he (and someone with the eyes of course) would know.

[ibreathebooks-42]

A fic I probably won't write

Throwing this out into the world in the vauge chance someone else will run with it- figure that's better than it sitting with all the other bits of fics in a bits and pieces doc until I completely forgot about it. This is just what I happened to get down before the muse ran out, feel free to take it where you will! If someone does happen to write something though, I'd love a heads up so I can read it :)

Leverage/Sandman x-over - nooooo, why brain???

Leverage stealing something from Burgess estate- family of past cult member heirloom??? Something.

Uber sketchy this place

“Nate?[Guys?]  We have a problem”  “What is it Eliot?”  “They aren’t keeping a vault in the basement, it’s a guy”

Or parker finding Dream?

Yep, we are stealing him now

Parker and Dream head tilting at each other

Break him out, bundle him up

Dream too weak to return to the dreaming

Held back from first rush of power so as not to hurt leverage?

Idk, he is stuck now. cause fic.

Uuuuhhh, what do we do with him now?

Dream tells them Robert Gadling and then becomes mr unconscious

Hardison looking for this dude, like- what’s with all the aliases every so many years, hid his trail as much as possible

Finds a rare photo- Uh guys!?  Either this dude’s genes are REALLY strong, or….

Some of them go to pub to find him

Eliot is seeing this guy and like- that’s distinctive this, that’s distinctive that, wtf

Hob is suspicious of random americans who are calling him a name he hasn’t used in years

Reunion!

Angry Hob is angry- what did you do!  What? No! We rescued him! (Angry Hob is possibly plotting vengeance, Burgess should be scared)

Dream gets wrapped in all the blankets

Immortality reveal

Leverage going after ruby???

[dnangelic]

CHARACTER INFO SHEET

Name: daisuke niwa / dark mousy Name meaning:

丹羽大助 (niwa daisuke) 丹: red 羽: plumes, feathers, wings 大: big or 'great' 助: help/assistance

dark's name is usually rendered in katakana as ダーク (マウジ). dark: the absence of light in a place. mousy: of or like a mouse/shy or timid. lol Alias: generally speaking, they are each other's aliases. Ethnicity: jp!

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

💜 dark has a very good singing voice, (here's onosaka's travelog for an example,) but he doesn't use it often because he doesn't really have a reason to or much interest in singing for himself. somebody has to pull him in for a duet sometime i think 💜 he says he 'has no choice' when it comes to wearing emiko (daisuke's mom's) outfits for him and daisuke, but that's a lie. he absolutely hates looking shabby and is the only reason why daisuke looks slightly above boring and presentable in verses like genshin sometimes 💜 he's really not used to eating. you'd assume he didn't even need to eat since he never brings up human necessities + usually leaves it all to daisuke to handle. but the body still needs calories, even if eating is still really weird for him to do, like, personally. 💗 painting is basically daisuke's 'thing,' but he has and will try a lot of other artistic endeavors! this includes things like flower arrangements, sculpting, pottery... it's okay if he isn't any good, he just wants to enjoy everything that he can. inviting him out to a workshop or something similar is an experience and memory he'd really treasure. 💗 he wants to be taller..... without having to transform into dark. he's a late bloomer, and is generally one of the shorter people in his class. it's not for the sake of height alone that he wants to be taller, though. he just wants people to stop making fun of him and to come off as manlier, even if just by a little. 💗 his thoughts are packed full of all of the artworks he's ever met. when he isn't thinking about dark, then he's thinking about freedert and the second hand of time, or rokuto/insomnia. he sincerely wishes he could have had even just a little more time with freedert, or a better, genuine conversation with rokuto, especially since rokuto was his 'best friend', (even if the memories/idea had been planted into his head by rokuto in the first place.) it's complicated- it doesn't help there isn't really anyone daisuke can usually talk about these sorts of things with aside from dark himself, either.

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

💜 sleeping. 💜 flirting. 💜 stealing. look he technically doesn't get a lot of free time okay

💗 painting. this remains number one for daisuke! 💗 calling/talking to or outright visiting any of his friends. daisuke's the sort to run over just to check up on anybody if he's worried about them at all, but he really does enjoy being with others since he has some unsettled feelings of loneliness and isolation himself sometimes. 💗 general loafing around. napping in the sun, watching tv, petting and feeding wiz, his life is pretty busy (and plagued with crazy amounts of anxiety,) so the rare moments when he can just kind of relax and do nothing are valued by him.

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

💜 manisumea. dnangel's lilith figure + the artwork that had freed dark from imprisonment once upon a time. they share a sort of relationship that dark will most likely never have with anyone else; that of an extremely old and familiar friend who was there for him. she's a part of baku/defective now, and dark is relieved that she didn't have to break and perish in front of his eyes like so many other artworks. 💜 yuu. the first girl who had ever 'saw' and 'heard' him, as 'dark' and his own self, rather than the niwa he was a part of. 💜 emiko. daisuke's mother. he knows how much she wanted to become a phantom thief and has already helplessly witnessed her tears, but he still thinks she's best as just a good mother taking care of daisuke and helping him to properly develop and grow into an adult. 💜 menou. daiki's original love interest and the girl who became a ghost, bound to the earth for as long as she wore the unbroken agate links. dark hopes that she's found peace somewhere, especially after her wish of seeing the phantom thief again was fulfilled just as she disappeared. 💜 towa. she's funny and cute, and while he's been (admittedly, now,) kind of a jerk to her before, he has to admit that she does a really good job at what she does, and has helped him and daisuke out of a lot of pinches before. 💜 wiz. obligatory wiz appreciation. that rabbit does so much all the time for dark and daisuke both, but wiz's history with dark goes on for much longer than daisuke's. the magical phantom thieves are nothing without their funky little magical rabbit mascot. 💗 risa. he still likes her as a friend even after his own rejection, and she's been an enormous influence on him from the start; first someone he worked up the entirety of his courage to confess to, then the trigger for his very first transformation into dark. for the most part, they're on good terms. 💗 riku. the other harada twin with a completely different personality from risa. sometimes he's a little chagrined over her stubborn and independent attitude, but he sincerely likes her for the strength of her personality and is grateful that she doesn't seem to think he's a loser. 💗 satoshi. the curse's 'other half,' his destined rival that he was intent on befriending, the person who was supposed to capture him and dark but who had helped him time after time again instead. as his total opposite, daisuke genuinely admires a number of hiwatari's aspects, but he's also deeply frustrated by the fact that he can't help or save satoshi from the short-lived fate of the hikari lineage. 💗 kosuke. that's his dad! in a family of active thieves kosuke still serves as the informant and the researcher, the level head who can maintain a detached perspective from those directly involved with dark or dark's presence. while i hc that daisuke didn't see him very much and likewise doesn't have very many memories of them together as a child, (at least, definitely not as much as he spent time with daiki or emiko,) daisuke still deeply respects and appreciates his father for every word of advice and assistance he's ever given. 💗 argentine! yeah, he kinda hated argentine at first and even got so turbo-pissed that he forced dark to manifest and knocked out for two days, but argentine's already become an important person (artwork?) to him as 'someone that was saved.' dark was entirely intent on breaking argentine at first, but daisuke's relieved that another artwork's corpse and husk didn't have to be added onto the pile. as an artwork serving the family as a butler and artwork repairman now, daisuke tries to keep argentine as a reminder that others can not only change, but some are just trying to find answers to questions that they're looking for. 💗 freedert. daisuke's first experience with loss and grief and his own human helplessness. he wanted nothing more than to save freedert and the second hand of time but couldn't; it especially hurts since freedert had also merged with the second hand of time, just like himself and dark. he'll always remember her last words to him, though.

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

💜 being born. this one is no joke, because dark's birth wasn't actually his fault as opposed to the hikari and niwa ancestors'. canonically it's implied that dark has the capacity to hate his birth + humanity as a whole for creating him, but since hating anything is too tiring (all-consuming) and just all around 'no fun,' he resigns to simply holding dead-silent regrets over his creation instead. the cultural reformation refers to what's basically an art-pocalypse that happened due to the kokuyoku (that's dark and krad themselves) as being decided 'too dangerous.' the body count of countless artworks being burned, shattered, and destroyed is one he blames himself and takes a personal responsibility for, thus partially motivating his actions as a phantom thief, though he's also guilty of being an obstacle (self proclaimed 'meddler') that gets in the way of the niwa's mundane lives as well.

💜 attempting to merge with daisuke. he truly did want to take advantage of, manipulate and ultimately take in the boy at first so he could finally obtain his own body, but over time dark has learned that not only was there not any need for it, but daisuke had 'already been his' from the start. this is a new development compared to dark's relationship with the rest of the niwa, who dark had continuously tried to manipulate into merging with him, but overall failed until they found their loves reciprocated, and he disappeared from them.

💗 moping around on the birthday that he had first transformed into dark on. he reaaaally should have listened to what his grandpa and mom had to say instead of getting were-bishonened with absolutely no warning. he's also moped around during a lot of other crucial moments, mostly ones wherein he was separated from dark. without dark's extra goading pushes or encouragements, he tends to struggle and sulk. he's trying to, or at least wants to, be able to get over that part of himself, and be capable of standing up and taking steps forward without thinking to himself that he's 'absolutely no good' (and hopeless/useless) without dark.

💗 lying. always and always to everyone, lying. daisuke really doesn't want to around those he wants to trust and cares about, but due to dark's presence, he feels as if he has no real choice. he's actually gotten better at lying lately, (that is, being able to tell some without breaking into a cold sweat or stuttering,) but he's still pretty much awful at it. it's not only the act of lying itself that he regrets, but the fact that it makes him appear weird and potentially could hurt or devastate others' feelings that really torments him.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

💜 fear of being forgotten. 💜 fear of being alone. 💗 fear of being hated/rejected. 💗 fear of not being able to help or save others.

[hannahhook7744]

Harry Badun Application revamped;

Name: Harold Everett Badun.

Known Aliases: Harry, Detective Harry, The leader,and Detective Badun. 

Nicknames or Other: Detective, Harry #2, Har, Har Bear, Harry B, Badun, Toothbrush Shank kid, Stalker kid, and Oldie. 

Date of Birth or Best Guess: March 2nd, same year Carlos was born. 

Place of Birth:De Vil Manor, better known as Hell Hall, or as I like to call, the place where dreams (and living things),come to die.

Favorite Color: Any color other than Red, White, and Black. 

Favorite Activity: Taking pictures, solving mysteries, fighting crime, and writing down everything that happens so SOMEBODY will remember because you, Auardon, clearly don't care to. 

Favorite School Subject: Evil Schemes and Nasty Plots, Unnatural Biology, Scheme Management 101, P.E, and Tall Tales and the Tellers Who Tell Them. They're my favorites because they help me and my friends' Detective work easier and more possible.

Father's Name (or alias): Horace Badun.

Mother's Name (or alias): How am I supposed to know?  My dad's had many wives (surprisingly). 

Father's Profession: Cruella's bumbling, obedient servant basically. 

Mother's Profession: Again, I have no idea. 

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer. 

Carlos because he was like family to me before we accidentally read his diary and found out that he saw us as nothing more than his "fake" friends. 

Thanks alot for that Carlos!

I don't really know how Mal and Jay are over there but I didn't like them too much while we were growing up and I didn't know Evie that well when they left for Auardon. 

So Carlos is my favorite if I have to choose. 

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auardon. There is no wrong answer.

I want to come to Auardon so I don't end up getting murdered by Cruella like all of my siblings, cousins, aunts, and stepmothers were. 

I want to go to school with my cousin and my friends, and Carlos and learn all the things we see on tv. 

I want everyone to know about what all of us have gone through because of Auardon's horrible decisions. 

I want to go because the isle is poison and slowly killing all of the innocent (or less evil, at least) people here. 

The time does not fit the crime, especially for those of us who did nothing more than be born. 

We don't deserve to die for our parents' sins.

We don't deserve to die young without ever seeing the sun and without ever having fresh food and new things that didn't come from the trash.

I want my cousin and I to sleep somewhere other than Carlos's treehouse. 

I want Hermie to live somewhere other than a circus trailer.

I want Reza and his adoptive parents far, far away from his birth father and Yen Sid so he stops hating himself and so he's safe. 

I want Eddie to be able to find help taking care of his elderly parents so that he actually gets a childhood.

I want Yzla to be able to actually spend time with her father. 

I want all of the kids of the isle safe and free.

I want to be able to give all of the dead of the isle the proper burials they deserve. 

I want them to be remembered. 

You OWE us that much. 

You left us here.

We did nothing and you abandoned us.

Is that too much to ask for?

That you pull your head out of your asses and start owning up for what YOUR neglect had caused?

What did we do wrong? 

I hate you.

I hate you.

I HATE YOU. 

Every last one of you.

You're all murders with the blood of innocent BABIES and CHILDREN ON your hands! You're why my family is dead. Why me and my friends didn't have childhoods. 

I hate you. 

I hate you. 

I'm only filling this out because Jace, the other de Vil cousins, and my friends are too, and I'll be damned if I'm left behind. If I get forgotten. 

No one's gonna forget me or the other kids. Not on my watch. I'll make sure of it. That you'll see us. You can't erase us. You can't erase me. You can't erase JUSTICE. 

(STOP CROSSING SHIT OUT GUYS! THEY NEED TO SEE US!)

P.s I miss you Carlos. We all do. Even if you don't miss us, we miss you. 

Your inventions, designs, and Beezlebub are all safe. 

Just like I promised. 

Now do what you promised.

 Answer us. 

You haven't forgotten us have you?

Why haven't you written us? 

Why did you write all those awful things in the journals you gave us? 

I thought you were DIFFERENT!

Signature:

Harry B.

[katsushika-division]

APB: “Cinder”

ATTENTION ALL LAW ENFORCEMENT THIS IS A APB (ALL POINTS BULLETIN) FOR THE CRIMINAL KNOWN AS “CINDER”.

BY THE ORDERS OF OUR ESTEEMED PRIME MINISTER OTOME TOHOTEN SHE IS TO BE BROUGHT IN FOR HER CRIMES.

DEADLY FORCE IS ALLOWED IF NECESSARY.

Known as “The Most Villainous Girl of Japan”, “Anarchy Incarnate”, and even “The Second Coming of The High-Rise Bomber”. However, it is “Cinder” that strikes fear into the hearts of many. Stepping on the scene two years ago, Cinder has since made a name for herself all throughout the criminal underworld. It's unknown where she came from or even why she's doing this exactly. What is known is that Cinder seems to carry an absolute hatred of humanity or, to be more exact, a burning hatred of society. Only saying “Humanity pushed me into hell, and I made a deal with the devil to come back” when asked. With an ax to grind, Cinder has sworn revenge, claiming she won't stop until she has the world on its knees. No one can say for sure why Cinder feels the way she does, but there's too much anger running in her veins (At what? The world? Herself? Or someone specific?) for her to let bygones go by. To say this girl is a ticking time bomb is an understatement. 

A genius with few being able to match her, Cinder is capable of making awe-inspiring creations just as much as she can bring everything to ruin. Many in the underworld have been the unfortunate victims of her inventions. Cinder doesn't care about the pure destruction she leaves in her wake. Her most infamous moment was when to the shock of the entirety of the underworld poured molten metal on someone’s head. Showing everyone that she wasn't someone to mess with unless you wanted to be next. No one could deny that Cinder was now a frightening force to go up against. Since then various gangs, multiple corporations, and even the government have learned why Cinder is considered so dangerous. 

 Now depending on who you might ask, Cinder is either a “Revolutionary who'll do whatever it takes” or a “Sociopath with no regard to the sanctity of life”, either way, this young girl is leaving her mark on the world. For better or for worse. Even now no one is sure what she plans to do next. All that is known is that Cinder is determined to save the people who matter to her the most from their fates. The rest of the world be damned.

“Cinder”

Name: [UNKNOWN]

Age: ??? (Approx. 15 - 17)

Gender: Female

Aliases

“Cinder” 

“Hell’s Favorite Daughter”

“The Witch of Damnation”

“The Devil's Spawn”

Affiliation(s):

Herself 

Scorpion Den (Occasionally) 

The “New” Yozakura (Occasionally) 

Death Row Block

Weapon:

Dual Shotgun Gauntlets 

Hypnosis Microphone

Gadgets:

 “Astarte” (Dragon Bot) 

Electric Baton 

Plasma Knife 

High-Grade Explosives

Rocket Boots  

High Tech Goggles 

“The Hellhound” (Anti-Gravity Motorcycle)

Skills and Abilities:

Genius-Level Intelligence

Hacking Prowess

Combat Skills

Adaptability

Athletic Prowess

Engineering Expertise

Multilingualism 

Chemicals Expert

Crimes:

First-Degree Murder 

Terrorism

Resisting Arrest

Arson 

Assault with a Deadly Weapon

Numerous Counts of Vandalism/Property Damage

Joyriding

Theft 

Status: Wanted

Notes:

It's unknown how Cinder acquired a Hypnosis Microphone. However, Cinder claims that she built it herself. A claim that immediately placed her on Chuohku’s most wanted list.

A total of 26 murders have been linked to her.

While not a member of either group, she has been known to team up with both Scorpion Den and the “New” Yozakura on occasion. 

Cinder seems especially fond of the members of Scorpion Den, referring to them as “the few friends she had on this god-forsaken planet”. She is particularly fond of the member known as “Trickster” saying “He reminds me of someone very precious”.

She has struck multiple companies. Arakawa Tech Industries and Sigma Incorporated, to name a few. 

Several gangs have placed a bounty on her as well. The Katen Family of Yokohama, The Kito-gumi of Shizuoka, and The Crossroads of Ginza have each attempted to hunt her down. 

“Why should I give a shit about humanity? Humanity didn't give a shit about me.” — “Cinder”

[sondering]

[      arsema thomas  +  twenty seven  +  cis woman  +  she/her     ]      the  city  of  new  york  welcomes  efemena 'effie' dormer  to  the  social  season  of  1887.  known  to  be  resourceful  and  persuasive,  their  rumored  meddlesome and  opportunistic  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  street  musicians  often  string  along  a  tune  that  sounds  like  king by  florence and the machine whenever  they  are  near,  hoping  for  a  coin  or  two  as  a  reward.  unbeknown  to  their  peers,  efemena  views  the  social  season  as an opportunity to grow business and fulfill her father's wish to find spouses for herself and her siblings,  but  when  holding  a  secret  such  as  she has been working with the books for the family business for years and wants to be a business partner to her brothers rather than someone else's wife,  it  would  be  best  to  keep  their  opinions  to  themselves.

basic statistics :

full name : efemena dormer.

nicknames or aliases : effie.

age : twenty - seven.

date of birth : may 12th 1859.

occupation : businesswoman.

parents : mr. dormer (d. 1886) + mrs. dormer (d. 1874).

siblings : two older brothers, one younger sister.

marital status : unmarried.

sexuality : greysexual.

the secret :

on the outside, effie is perfectly poised, distant from all that may tarnish her family's name - - and perhaps eager to escape its shadow - - but, truly, she is nothing if not ambitious to make the dormers rise further and she can only see that happening by her hand. while she is not looking to dethrone or rob her brothers' of their role within the family, she wants one of her own, and has been working with the books and most documents of the family's business for a few years now.

thoughts on high society :

she was raised within it, even if at times the dormers have been treated as outsiders and words were whispered about them. effie does not exactly care for it, but she is ever eager to keep carving a role for herself and her family, careless of whom she may have to please or hurt to keep her family on the inside.

headcanons :

tw: terminal illness.

by the time efemena was born, the dormer riches were already done. as a child, she'd hear the embellished story told by her mother as she sat upon the matriarch's lap — father had made some money, inherited through a distant uncle and made it grow with proper investments.  a success story, much like the one of astors and whoever came with the mayflower and prospered. 

the truth was not far from it, but efemena would never truly understand why their story was less palatable than any of these families' who did not have noses turned their way. if anything, she thought the dormer's story was much more interesting — truer in the sense that they had grown their wealth and they kept it, and she did not turn her head away from the hypocrisy that was that it was not only them that grew rich with their investments.

of course, her interest in the family business was not entirely encouraged. instead, it was mother and father's insistence that she would pull herself from it as much as she could — she would attend the best finishing schools, remove any tarnish of accent picked up from father's, dress better than any of her colleagues and only pick the best company. it was not something she minded, you see. she enjoyed looking good and acclimating herself with the right people.

but she also enjoyed sneaking into father's office and looking over old books with names and sums, write them down for herself; when father was away, she would not rest until one of her brothers took her to the cassinos, hidden in the cover of the night, so she may become familiar with the family business. still, it would take her years to be acknowledged by the patriarch; it would take her many tears (false and true), begging, tantrums and, finally, mr. dormer's ailing wealth for her to receive a seat at the table (which, by then, had been her father's sickbed). 

by the time her father passed, she had become well-familiarized with the books, but only barely. the empire amassed is great, but not without its chance to crumble if they do not tend to it as mr. dormer himself had in the past — effie is nothing is not a doting daughter in that regard, hellbent on making sure they stand strong and grow better, by whatever means necessary.

[artificialintolerance]

[ SURGE FINDINGS #1 ]

january 29th.

extensive research over the last few days into ‘surge corp’ has lead me next to nowhere. i found an old website, nothing on it besides a whole heap of unnamed audio files. i’ve tried editing them down to post here, but my editing software has crashed enough times for me to give up on that entirely.

i’ll be writing out transcripts for some of the files until i can get my tech to cooperate with me. the “names” ( letter aliases ) used are my best guesses, using context clues.

TRANSCRIPT #1

S : “October 7th, 1985, 8:02am. I got about two hours of sleep, if I’m being generous. I’m starting to think there’s only so many times you can be called to investigate an alleged ‘rabid, human-dog hybrid’ before you suggest people start taking their meds.”

C : “Someone’s hypocritical. So early, too.”

S : “Shit- ….’s that mine? Thanks, man.”

C : “Sure. Are you making one of those audio…things, again?”

S : “Such a way with words.”

[ noise of gentle impact ]

S : “Yes, I’m making another audio log.”

C : “Been helping your memory?”

S : “More or less. It also helps for future reference, y’know? People wanna investigate this sorta stuff themselves…”

C : “And waste their time?”

S : “I don’t think it’s a waste and you know that. If it does exist, if that dog-“

[ audio distortion, lasting just over three minutes ]

C : “Keeps your brain sharp?”

S : “Sure does. Never done a crossw-?”

C : “You’re twenty one!” [ laughter ] “If you need to keep your brain sharp, what hope does that give me?”

S : “At your old, decrepit age?”

C : “I’m thirty t-“

S : “Slim to none.”

C : “Wow.”

S : [ chuckling ] “You could always do the sudoku on the back page. I never touch those.”

C : “I think I’d have a better shot finishing your crossword.”

[ phone ringing ]

S : “Be my guest. Duty calls.”

C : “So early, too.”

S : “Said it yourself,” ( faintly : “that’s when crazy works best.” ) “Good morning, you’ve reached Surge Corporation.”

[ audio cuts for twelve seconds ]

S : “-try your best to……..inside? You’re sure it’s……?”

[ approaching footsteps ]

C : ( faintly : “What is it?” )

S : “Just remain hidden and stay calm. We’re on our way now. Do not move. I- …yes, I promise, just don’t move, okay? Do you understand me?”

[ rustling ]

[ another audio cut, lasting fifteen seconds ]

C : “I told you, he’s not well.”

S : “And I told YOU that you don’t have to come with me.”

C : “You’re just gonna go alone?”

S : “You don’t think there’s any danger, why shouldn’t I?”

C : “What if he hurts you? What if he-?”

[ audio buffers loudly for twenty two seconds before returning to normal volume ]

C : “-kills you?”

S : “You’re being ridiculous, Cl-“

[ audio jumps ]

S : “I’ll take-“

[ another audio cut lasting five seconds. ]

S : “You know his address.”

C : “Number-“

[ door slam ]

C : “…..eighteen.” [ sigh ] “…….and he left his stupid fucking recor-“

[ recording ends ]