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Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle - X Reader Headcanons (GN) Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere Matthias Czernin -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

i am not ready for whatever the fuck happens in the next lucid

he tastes like apple juice and peach

Ganji does his best to rescue you against Fools Gold, in the end failing to do so despite his determination. you, on the other hand, focus on something a little sweeter.

genre: soft angst(?) with ganji, tho it ends fluffy !

(sorry if it's bad, this was written on a whim)

a howl and thunk of a ball crashing against the hip of Fools Gold brings you back to reality, especially when you're dropped and a head of fluffy black hair rounds the corner.

he's yelling words you can't understand, blood and your own heartbeat clogging the ability to hear, but you get the gist when he slams another ball into the hunter and mouths 'GO'.

a shiny portal stands a bit away, ganji trying to guide you and simultaneously protect you towards it. the opportunity arises when william, the forward, crashes into Fools Gold, communicating something towards ganji, whose hand situates itself by your hip, trying his best to tug you along.

he tries and fails to say something again before, seemingly letting out a curse; his dirty gloves are quick to grasp the sides of your face, crashing his chapped lips against your bloody ones.

before you can even utter a word, he shoves you through the portal, fiona priming the cipher on the other side before she let's go to heal you.

the exhaustion subsides while she helps you back up, whispering a command to head to the door in preparation for the pop; which you follow obediently.

in the end, it comes to a tie, you and william getting downed, trying to open the back gate, launching back to the manor with tired smiles and blood-soaked skin.

when awakened, you realize ganji sits besides your bed in your room, his now gloveless hand holding yours.

he only moves when you give his hand a squeeze and croak out a greeting. "save your strength." he grunts back, thumbing the now clean skin of your hand.

though you only respond by dragging his hand up to your lips, pressing a light kiss to the inner wrist; smiling at his cheeks growing pink.

"what was that for?" he grumbles but doesn't pull away, instead bring both his own hands to grasp yours, returning the favor by shyly peppering his own kisses along your skin.

"you started it. just wanted to get the shared feeling across." you hum, quietly giggling at his puppy faced look.

"thank you for protecting me, ganji."

May I ask for some yandere Headcanon with Andrew and an SO that has been kidnapped ?

Hope you're doing good 👍

Yeah I’m doin sorta okay- allergies are kicking my ass rn. Considering adding some new fandoms to the masterlist, dunno tho. Anyway- hope you’re all well:)

-Despite appearances, Andrew isn’t as aggressive n shit as people stereotype him to be, but he also isn’t some boy who needs to be babied. He’s a grown man with issues, but has a damn heart for fucks sake.

-Andrew wouldn’t treat his abducted darling harshly, if anything, he’d feel guilty for what he’d done. But he knows it’s already too late to turn back at that point either way.

-Because of this, don’t expect much talking for him for awhile. It’s mostly just mumbled apologies and avoiding eye contact when he brings some food to your room or something, but that’s about it. Eventually, once he tries getting over the guilt of taking you away, he’ll start thinking about delusional possibilities for the future.

-He’ll warm up eventually. Greet you, try to smile a little and touch your hand when giving you something. Things like that. Thought, as stated before, he isn’t a man to be babied. Don’t think he’s some soft fool that’ll roll over for you with a snap of your fingers. He knows what he wants, and that’s a relationship with you. He plans to get that one way or another.

-He wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, but he’s definitely had to leave the room a few times in fits of anger because of your insults and behavior. But, he quickly turns around and comes back soon enough with a hesitant smile on his face, writing it off as you being in a mood that day.

-I don’t think Andrew would ever turn to violence. He’s not that type of man. But, he isn’t against manipulation, making you think you want and need him, just as he does with you. It may start with simple things, like guilt tripping you about his childhood, for one. But also taking advantage of your isolation, saying that you need him with you.

-He’s a strong man, I wouldn’t suggest trying to fight and flee. If anything, you’ll just worry him. This man dug up and carried coffins for a living, he’s clearly not weak. But as stated before- he wouldn’t hurt you. Just a little restraining you until you tire out should do the trick.

Relationship HCs with the Puppeteer 🪡 written before his release >< if canon debunks these, lets just pretend ♡

Matthias knows a handful of ballroom dances. In his early teen years, he was expected to dance at galas or debutante parties with potential marriage candidates. But he found social events stressful which ruptured any love he might've had for dancing back then. Even so, he still knows his whisks from his chasses.

He'd be willing to try it again for you, albeit reluctantly. He'll say that his fingers are better dancers than he is — he can work his puppets to perform a couple of folk dances — but he thinks he has no sense of body rhythm.

Honestly, he's not as bad as he thinks. You might even be the reason he starts to enjoy it again. He likes taking your hand in private, spotlighted under empty street lamps, or on the theatre stage after the audience clears out.

He's not used to being touched. He's still figuring out how he feels about it. He craves your touch when you're not there; he feels too overstimulated when you are. Feeling so desired (and having it be mutual) is something totally new to him -- it's a confusing thing to process.

He wouldn't voice his discomfort, even if he desperately needed space. He's afraid of disappointing you. You're the first person who's ever showed so much interest in him, and he's frantic not to let that go.

His fingers are often covered in splinters/cuts from working with wooden marionettes. He doesn't remember the last time his hands were completely blemish-free — nor does he really know how to take care of them. He starts wearing gloves 24/7 to hide them from you.

You'd have to reassure him that he doesn't have to "perform" around you. He is very gentle, but thinks too much of your comfort before anything else.

When he first sheds his gloves, he'll start a habit of clasping his hands, as if still uncomfortable with exposing them fully. It also takes time for him to work up to holding your hand again. Instead, he hooks a few fingers around yours, loosely, easy to pull back again.

coloured this page from chapter 11

No request with this one, just me being self indulgent because I'm an IDV addict again and I love Postman!!! Wrote this all while doing rank, congratulate me on multitasking

Paperboy x Reader

I'm an avid believer in all the skins having different personalities

So while default Victor is more reserved (NOT shy, The Prince is the shy one), I believe Paperboy is the most extroverted right behind Keyboard

He's a different kind of extroverted though

He's more focused on his blog than real life people, and so most of the conversing he does is through online forums and the like

DOES NOT mean he's afraid of in person convos!

His whole propaganda gang is trying to get people to STOP relying on tech, of course he doesn't mind talking to people irl

He's way more outwardly neurodivergent than the other variants, could probably rant FOREVER about product design, logos, hmtl and css, etc. He's really passionate about what he does

He's definitely lacking in friends though, despite all that

Other than his Call of the Abyss gang, he really doesn't get to talk to many people

It's pretty saddening, because after the fourth (read: ten-thousandth) rant about Have Fun, the only one who will listen is Luca, maybe sometimes Will

He really doesn't mind, but he does wish he could tell more people about it, people he liked

This is where YOU come in!!!

Someone new to the squad, someone who's interested in what he has to say!

Plus, even if you don't understand any of it, he has a cute puppy, isn't that enough to lure you in?

Speaking of Wick (whomst I will be referring to with all pronouns because I've been told that dog is every gender and I don't know what to believe anymore), he's the sweetest puppy ever!

When she's not ruining Jose's little dj gigs and radioshows, they're the most well behaved dog you will ever meet!

Play fetch with it, he will bring the ball back and give you puppy kisses while she's at it!

Victor LOVES seeing the two of you interact, it makes his heart explode with joy

Yes, he does talk to Wick like they're a real person. No, you cannot stop him. No, he does not use a baby voice, he is entirely serious about it.

Write him letters, he's never gotten one, none of his variants have except for maybe Prince.

He'll be SO SO SO HAPPY he'll love you forever

That's probably what kickstarted his little crush, actually, because he definitely fell first AND harder

You probably sent him an anonymous fan letter, just trying to make sure he knew people liked his blogs

He nearly CRIED running around showing everybody else, and you just laughed all joyfully at his excitement

He vowed he would find out who wrote it and write them back a thousand more word of appreciation

Imagine his joy when he found out (read: doxxed the letter for info) it was you!!

Yeah, he actually cried this time

Happy tears, I swear!

He promised you he would never ever forget it, and you KNOW he didn't, because he still brings it up years later as the happiest day of his life

Since the Call of the Abyss movement advanced and began making a motion, he'd received so many more fan letters, messages on his blog, and other things of that nature

But yours? Pinned up on his wall, FRAMED in gold

Takes every chance he gets to show it off, even if everybodys seen it before

Back to more general headcanons, Victor is completely nonverbal

He communicates through his lil mask thing, projecting words on it

He also uses it for more practical things

Like spreading more anti-Metropolis propaganda!

When he wants you to understand some niche thing he's into, he projects a video essay on to the screen, makes you watch it like a movie

Even with his eyes obscured and his words filtered, he's still extremely expressive, and its easy to tell what he's feeling

His face goes REEEEED when he's flustered or embarassed

And his lips are so so cute when he pouts

The only person he actually talks to is Wick, he does it in private, very few people get to see it

Even with you and the others, he's never spoken, only grunted or giggled or something small to acknowledge what you've said

When the plan to expose the Aurora finally closed in, and the final day was approaching, he excitedly ran around showing off his latest design

The first real print he'd made, he'd been banned from most shops and had to be careful entering them because of the guards, so he hadn't gotten the chance to bring them into reality

But finally, after Luca managed to get him a nice printer and a lifetime supply of ink, he did it

They were gorgeous- or- not the right word

They were effective.

He's really a genius in the graphic design department, slaving away hours over his laptop creating the perfect logos to draw in attention

He was incredibly excited that he finally got to spread it the way he's always wanted to

And he really hopes its as effective as he's been told

Hopes that it will encourage people to go find the sun once more

Back to the cute fuzzy romance!

It's a little awkward to kiss him, considering he almost NEVER takes off his little mask

Sometimes he does, but he really wants to save it for when the sun rises on Metropolis, it's a big dream he has

You really have to tilt your head, but its very worth it

He's soft all around, hands, arms, lips

And also, he smells like lavender

Dont ask me how I know, but its canon, I was his perfume

He really likes flowers, even though he's only seen pictures

He thinks they're gorgeous, and he believes they'll smell even better in person, better than any scent a cheap perfume shop could provide (sorry Vera!)

While he may be hard to kiss, he loves hugs, the tighter the better

Even if he feels like he's being squeezed apart, the closeness makes him feel safe

He hopes sunlight feels that warm

Sometimes, he takes you out to the theatre to watch the Aurora

"To research," he'll tell you

But really, he's just a hypocrite

Even if she's false, she does have a beautiful voice

He would never deprive you of beautiful things

He figures two extra tickets can't do too much harm, right?

Take that unsure answer as you will.

my favorite you (rui kamishiro x gn! reader)

warnings! slight suggestive content, fluff, angst

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"Ah..." Rui's voice was quiet as he pulled back the curtains covering the windows of his room. Outside, the rain was relentless, pouring down seemingly endlessly and filling the room with the sound pitter-pattering raindrops. His amber eyes seemed to sparkle as he turned to glance at where you sat on his plush bed, yawning. "Looks like you'll have to stay the night."

"Eh?" You glanced up at the male, eyes widening. "S-Stay the night??"

The purple-haired man shrugged, a smile playing at his lips. "It's either that or~" He gestured toward the ongoing torrent outdoors. "Having to walk home though that."

"But-"

"It'll be fine~ After all, there isn't any school tomorrow, so I don't see why not... unless you have some other unknown motives?" Rui smirked at you as he strided over next to you, sitting at your side.

"It's not that..." You felt your face grow warm at his accusation. As subtly as you could, you cleared your throat and turned back to Rui. "But my parents would get mad at me..."

"I'll text them." Rui smiled at you, still waiting for you to come up with a better excuse. "They'll understand, and they'd trust an all straight-a's student~"

You highly doubted his statement, but protested nonetheless. "But there's only one bed-"

"But there are multiple sleeping bags. You take the bed, and I'll take the ground. How about it? And if you get too cold, we could always share one~" Rui didn't take his gaze off of you, his golden eyes watching your every embarrassed movement. Your face flushed at the sensation of someone watching you, but you felt something inside of you cave in.

"Alright..." you half-sighed, half-said, slumping your shoulders. You were way too tired to be dealing with this. "Whatever then. Let's do it."

"Do it?" Rui's smirk never let his face as his expression only grew more cocky. "My, my, already becoming that suggestive, are we?"

Face burning at his nonchalant words, you whipped around to face him, which you were avoiding before. Pouting, you glared up at him accusingly. "You know that's not what I meant!!"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Now then, if you've calmed down enough, let's get ready for bed, shall we? I would cook dinner... but you know how that'd go..."

Still mildly seething, you managed to recall the last time Rui tried to bake something, instantly shuddering at the thought. "Let's not relive that."

Rui silently agreed, which was almost funny, since the two of you had hardly agreed on anything the past few days. The two of you bustled about the house, opening cabinets and grabbing fluffy blankets and snacks. As you wrestled the sleeping bag out of the case, you spotted Rui smuggling more than a few packs of grape soda candy along with the collected snack pile, but you decided to keep silent.

The two of you were nice and comfy, Rui being on the floor and you laying on his bed at his insistence. You had wrapped yourself up in several warm blankets and Rui merely had one draped over his shoulders. As the rain outside ceaselessly pelted down from the sky, Rui glanced up at you expectantly.

"Hey." His voice was soft, so much so you almost didn't catch it.

"Hm?" Rolling around, you peeked down at him. "Need something?"

"You were with Toya yesterday. Toya Aoyagi." Rui's tone was still gentle, but not so much as before. "Why?"

Blinking, you replied with an air of confusion. "Ah... because he's my friend?" Not really understanding his question, you settled back and waited until Rui found the words to elaborate more.

"Friend... just a friend?" His question is short, but it took you aback.

"Well, yeah..." Still startled, you rambled on. "I have lots of friends, you know. Not just him. There's Akito and Tsukasa and Mizuki and Haruka... I could name a lot." You let out a quiet, airy laugh. "Why do you ask?"

Rui smiled, an expression without any malice or suspicious motives. Instead, he just seemed... sad. His daffodil colored eyes were pained as he stared up at you, whispering, "Am I just a friend to you too?"

"...What?"

"A friend. You said you had a lot of friends. Am I one of them?"

"Of course-" You cut yourself off as you saw Rui's resting figure slump. "But..." Still struggling to find the right words, you patted the pillow beside you. "Here. Lay here first, and then I'll explain."

Rui didn't hesitate, but he didn't say a word to you either. Slowly, he got up, blanket trailing behind him, and eased his way onto the mattress. Filling the space to your right, he trained his eyes on you. "I'm waiting."

Nodding, you tried to swallow the fear bubbling about and stopped your hands from wavering. "Rui... the question you asked... it's actually something I think about a lot too. S-Sometimes... I feel like we're just friends - y'know - during play rehearsals or lunch break. But other times..." Your voice trailed off, tone shaky. "Other times, when it's just the two of us, I can feel myself blush and I can hear my heart pound. I'm not an idiot, Rui. I-I know what this means... and I've been putting off saying this for a long time. Longer than I should've. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you." You couldn't trust yourself to say anymore, afraid of saying something you shouldn't, afraid of saying something that would ruin, well, everything.

Rui stayed silent for a long time. So long that you were beginning to fear that he had fallen asleep, and right when you were about to call out his name, he spoke.

"Is that how you feel? Is that your answer?" In the dark of the room, you couldn't make out anything more than the movement of his lips.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll let me do this, won't you?"

And just like that, the rain stopped. Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room with a glow. On rhythm, Rui turned to you, eyes shimmering. He pulled you close, so tightly you could hardly breathe, and stole your breath away as his lips met yours. Everything is warm - too hot. Rui doesn't seem to notice, nor does he seem to care, and you might as well not care either as the purple-haired male cups your cheeks and brings your head to meet his. Warmth surges through your body as your heartbeat echoes in your ears. It's fast, almost unbelievably so, but it's easy to forget it when Rui is right in front of you. His golden eyes gleam as he closes the space between the two of you again, and this time, you can feel a smile gracing his lips. And in your ear, you can barely hear him whisper three words:

"I love you."

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