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Do you think thereās a lot more going on with Yugamu than we think? Because as soon as he asked Takumi, āDo you hate me?ā in the Killing Game route, it made me wonder if he truly does care about what others think of him, despite acting like he doesnāt. And honestly, thatās a mood for me because itās something I deal with every day.
That moment always stuck with me because I didnāt expect him to ask that, and Iāve been coming up with headcanons related to it ever since. And it makes me want to hug him.
Of course he cares. He's a teenager, even Darumi shows she does care about his others view her, but tries to be u bothered by it.
Yugamu was raised in a very, very serious situation, in a sense he's not ALLOWED to care about how others view him. But in the academy even in the killing game route, he's finally in a place where his parents can't see him, where adults can't force him to fit the mold them made for him.
The mindset that was put into him isn't easy to separate from, so it's important to remember he's still a child. People's brains aren't fully developed until they're around 25, so he still has a lot of room and freedom to change.
The way I always viewed Yugamu is someone who was forced to not make connections, someone trained to have a plan to kill everyone he'd meet, and someone who forced himself to be okay with it. Because even if he ENJOYS it, it doesn't mean he'll always LOVE it.
He's making connections in the academy, so if I'm honest, he's probably terrified of how good it feels to have friends, and is scared to death of the idea of loosing them, so he covers it up under the thick layer of crazy he's crafted for years.
Most platforms hand you a menu of premade characters. SweetDream hands you a blank canvas. You're not picking from someone else's imagination, you're building from your own, looks and personality and voice and history all the way down.
That's the purpose that makes it worth it. The companion you end up with feels personal because she literally is. And thanks to the quality of the chat and the visuals, the person you imagined is the person who shows up at sweetdream.ai.
Just read your response to my question (even though I should be asleep. Insomnia is the worst, but Iāve been stressed lately). Iāve never thought of it in those ways, though Iām still not sure where to go from here. Maybe I have to figure out my own interpretationā¦? That could explain why Iām still at a loss on how to deal with this aspect of Yugamuās character where his romantic relationship with my OC Ichika is concerned.
Long story short, sheās a more traditional hopeless romantic (something I can obviously understand better lol) to contrast with his own twisted version of being a hopeless romantic. Sheās sweet, innocent, loves him very much, is protective of him, and would do anything for him, and is practically the only one who truly stays by his side instead of keeping her distance because of how eccentric, creepy, and perverted he is to others. And itās heavily implied sheās just as freaky as he is to a degree. So imagine how heād feel around someone who doesnāt react the way he thought she would.
I think a good way to find how you wanna write him is looking at other characters who are assassins.
Like for example the dude from Hells Paradise, then there's Mr Sakamoto, and Shikaku from Tatsuki Fujimoto Before Chainsaw Man 17-26.
Their three situations of assassins, one raised to be with strict and terrifying surroundings, one who built up himself as one but left it for a normal life, and one that was just a kid with strange habits who grew up to become an assassin.
Yugamu is complex like a lot of the characters, and with the different routes, he easily changes because he's still young and in a tense situation where growth forces change.
Like how in one route he'd want to be reborn as a creature who doesn't have to hurt someone to live, and another he'd want to be someone who can heal a child's pain and comfort them rather than kill as a school nurse.
Sorry this one took awhile to answer, life has not been kind.
"G-Gaku... You really are such- ah-!" Rei stopped, her voice coming out shaky as her body tensed up. Gaku's arms tightened around her waist as he pressed harder into her back. Her hands were reached out, braced against the glass of the classroom window. She could feel Gaku trembling against her back, his breath coming out in hot puffs, his pale fingers curled into the sailor uniform she wore, clinging to her. "... Doing this here... You perv..." The girl mumbled, but she didn't try to stop him, not really.
"S-Sorry babe..." The short boy mumbled a half hearted apology, his lips brushing the female student's skin as he tucked his head against the curve of her neck. "I-I just... Need- mh- need this..."
His worn out shoes creaked slightly against the hard flooring, their clothes making sound as the cloth shifted together with their bodies. "You smell so nice..." Gaku murmured in her ear, his voice filled with arousal and trembling, "Girls always smell nice... So so nice..."
Rei clenched her jaw a little, cringing at the tone of his voice, and his manga level phrasing. That weird tone he always got when he was being a horny idiot and reciting phrases from a H manga was also so...
"Rei... Baby... I-I'm gonna-" he held her tighter and he was practically vibrating against her back for a long moment. He held his breath as his fingers twitched against her stomach, before letting out a long, hot, exhale, the tension releasing. His arms loosened their grip, and he slumped against her.
"You're hopeless..." Rei told him as her idiotic boyfriend started nuzzling her neck, showing an odd amount of tenderness and affection he didn't normally show. "But you love me though..." He mumbled, dazed.
If youāre still doing fic requests (and this is gonna sound a bit ridiculous) can you make a Holy Jumonji Sword pov fic? (Any situation would due but preferably something about her love for Kyoshika)
This is an interesting one, so I'll give it a shot-!
Edit: Had this one in my Drafts for A WHILE. SRRY š
Aaah, it's another lovely day-! Or it would be... If the children were not bickering once more... Ever since coming to this strange place, it seemed barely a few days would pass without the children around my Kyoshika getting into some kinda argument. Arguments, mind you, my Kyoshika was far too mature to get into unless she was a mediator. Like now..
Even from my low vantage point, because of my dear Kyoshika's kind nature, we were within the middle of the maelstrom as Lady Oosuzuki and Miss Kako fought over a thing called 'Pudding'. Being a sword, I did not know the significance of this thing called 'pudding' or why Miss Kako eating the last 'homemade' one was causing such a stirr... But I couldn't help rooting for my dear Kyoshika as she tried to mediate between the two tiny girls as they bickered like hens.
This was an odd situation, seeing as the two young girls barely interacted on their own, so even in all her kindness, my dear Kyoshika was beside herself on what to do. My heart ached watching her become flustered as she tried to keep the two girls at a distance from one another. While my Kyoshika was a very strong girl, with a tall, noble build, she folded like wet rice paper in scuffles between comrades.
Really... This was no way for such noble ladies to be acting. Much less for them to be disregarding Kyoshika's willingness to cut into her training time just to keep the two from fighting. Unfortunately, being a sword, I couldn't properly scold either girl for their poor behavior in a common area, and I loathed to tell Kyoshika to speak my peace for me.
Eventually, the two bickering hens separated in a huff.
"Honestly, such a childish argument. Kyoshika, my dear, you should have scolded them." I huffed as my dear girl slumped at a table, exhausted from the argument. "It cannot be helped, Holy Jumonji," her sweet voice was heavy, tired as she let out a long sigh, "I know it is hard for you to comprehend, but to a girl, sweets are treasures. Especially homemade ones..." Though she tried defending their argument over such a trivial thing, her face resting in one hand as she leaned against the table, "Think of sweets as similar to the feeling you get when I sharpen you on a well oiled stone."
At her words, I recalled the wonderful sensation of my steel being sharpened against an oiled stone, the feeling of my blade being refined to an elegant point. "I suppose if you put it that way, I can somewhat understand..." I relented a little. Sure enough, if my favorite stone was taken by another, I would practically be shattered into pieces over it, "Regardless, they shouldn't have ignored your attempts to calm them down." I huffed in response.
"Heheh, you know how Lady Oosuzuki is, she doesn't listen to anyone by Nozomi."
Hi! Itās me again, the one who sent the message about wanting advice on how to write Yugamu. Iām now curious about something, which I havenāt seen others discussing (unless I didnāt look in the right places).
What does he mean exactly by ākilling with loveā? I still canāt seem to wrap my head around it. I know he finds it impersonal when heās pursuing targets that are basically strangers to him and just for the sake of finishing the job. Thereās also the part where he realized at one point there can be mercy in killing, which I wonāt get into so nobody reading this gets spoiled.
Iām still confused, even after writing all of this.
There's a lot of ways you can view it, which I'm sure is the point considering all the different routes.
One way you can view it, is Yugamu wanting a relationship he can completely be himself with.
Assassin's who do their job up close often need to model themselves to fit the targets preferences to get them close and alone.
So "killing with love" may mean that in a relationship where he can completely love a person as his real self with them. In a situation like that, where he can love and be loved completely would feel like being in a dream. He'd find peace and solidarity. However, Killing is still a part of his real self, and he knows how fragile and uncertain life is. So he might mean it as ending the relationship by killing that person before something can happen to end the happiness he feels. By doing this, he can keep those happy times with him after ending the 'dream' in a way that he can accept.
In another case, killing with love may mean killing a person who does know the real him. Assassins aren't exactly viewed well in most situations, and the feeling of weakness and vulnerability isn't something an assassin should feel. So, finding someone who can be that weakness or then can bring out that vulnerability he tries to cover up, may be someone he instinctively views as a threat to him, either physically or mentally. So killing that person, someone he loves that deeply, with 'Love' could mean killing the feeling of Love itself.
Hi! I love the way you write Yugamu. Iām sorry for the random question, but do you have any advice on writing his fascination for gore? Because Iāve been struggling with that for some time. Iām also writing a story from his perspective, and so far what Iāve been writing comes off as stiff and awkward to me.
Any tips will be greatly appreciated! I love Yugamu, but heās so difficult to get certain things right. XD
No problem! I totally know how you feel!
Yugamu 's view on gory things it's a lot more intimate and sexual, so it can be difficult to get right.
My suggestion is to look at characters like Maomao who get excited over their passions, or characters who are masters of seductive nature like Poison Ivy from DC or Jessica Rabbit. It'll help to get a better feel for the vibe you want.
You can also try talking to him on Character AI, if the person programming their AI does it decently, they'll give you an idea on how you should write him. I programmed my own to help me write him, but I deleted it unfortunately.
That the best advice I can give, hope it helps, and Im glad you like my stories. Sorry I haven't written in awhile, life has not made it easy to write again.
"Hey everyone! Clover here! My Mod wants t' let you know she's very sorry fer the silence, but life has not been very gentle the past two weeks while screwing her over-"
"And it's not gettin any gentler while doing it sideways neither..."
"But don't ya worry, she'll be a-okay soon, and when she's feelin better, she'll get back to writin and drawin"
your homosexuality is infecting me,,, yugamu x reader romantically ,,,, p l e a s e,,,
the people yearn for yugamu
Yugamu Omokage x Reader Headcanons
cw for mentions of gore and organs!
You'll have to make the first move. Not because heās shy, but because he genuinely doesnāt believe anyone would want him in that way. Despite his theatrics, he's well aware that he's incredibly disturbing and that most don't wanna be around him.
You and everyone else will know he's got a puppy crush on you, though. He just starts acting different around you; hovering near you more, personally checking up on you during and after battles, wanting to explore the ruins with you, etc. You probably won't get a formal confession from him unless you press him for it.
Physical affection makes him flinch at first, not because he dislikes it, but because it's something heās not used to. Once he is used to affection, though, prepare for him to be extra clingy when you're alone.
He likes just laying on you. When it's just you two alone, he's a huge fan of laying across your lap and laying on top of/under you, depending on height and weight difference. He likes melting into you without a care in the world.
If you weren't already squeamish before you started dating, you will be! Yugamu sometimes gets wrapped up in his fantasies and lets you know exactly how badly he wants to strap you to a surgical table and just go to town on you. You'll know much he just wants to cut you open and caress your still-beating heart right in his hands as your blood stains his hands and soaks into his clothes, and how warm your intestines would be wrapped around his neck like a loving embrace.
It's rare that you can genuinely fluster him, but when you do, it's wonderful. He just kind of... locks up with wide eyes. The first time you kissed his cheek mid-sentence, he blinked, turned bright red, and completely forgot what he was saying. He didnāt recover for a full minute.
You get closer to the others from second-to-last defense academy by association. Kurara is deeply unimpressed with your choice in men. "What, did he whisper sweet nothings about your organs into your ear today? How romantic." But they all think you're cute together! The four of them try and help set up cute dates for you guys all the time.
Yugamu doesnāt get traditional romance, but he tries. You mentioned wanting to go stargazing once, and a few days later, he silently leaves you a note that just says, "The moon will be bright tonight. Meet me by my room?" When you get there, he's awkwardly holding a bouquet of poorly arranged flowers, looking incredibly confused and asking, "ā¦Am I doing this right?" You reach over to take the flowers and kiss him, and you hear four girls squealing from behind you.
summary: gaku tries to cheer you up with some food!
a/n: there are so many days on the different routes where the characters are just going through it. so have some gaku trying to cheer you up, whichever route you're thinking of!
āi know you're there. open the door.ā
you could hear gaku's voice from the other side of the door, followed by soft knocking. and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to get up and open the door. not even for him.
āiā¦ i brought you some food i thought you might likeā!ā gaku called out, knocking once more. āi made it myself, so you know it's pretty good!ā
gaku was trying to stay positive for you, to cheer you up a little, but even he couldn't keep it up for very long.
ālookā¦ā he sighed softly, the sound of a plate placed on the ground following. āi know how you feel right now. it's not easy for any of us. so i won't force you to talk to me. but pleaseā¦ at least eat something, alright?ā
and with that, you heard gaku's footsteps slowly growing distant. you waited a moment, before opening a door, glancing down at the plate of food.
āhe even cut the vegetables into tiny heartsā¦ā you mumbled to yourself, fondly smiling, as you took the plate inside. you couldn't just ignore the food, after gaku put so much effort into it, after allā¦
ft. that one cg us poor thl writers keep using because goddamn is there basically nothing else to use for this man. HELP US
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Despite his many, horrendously apparent faults, you still ultimately took pity on him. After all, he's just so... so... pathetic? It's not like he bothers to hide it at all, either. Whether it's his typical loud whining or the quiet, solemn states you catch him in every now and then, every single thing about him practically screams "Pity me!" So, you thought that maybe showing him a little act of kindness would get him to perk up a little, maybe actually say something positive for once.
So why the hell has he been avoiding you since then?
Honestly, it was starting to get on your nerves. Like, really on your nerves. At the time, when you placed a present into his strangely sweaty hands, he seemed to appreciate it a lot. Sure, he froze up a bitāprobably from the shock of someone actually giving a crap about his complaints for onceābut you saw his wide smile. The way that his face flushed bright red, made even more obvious by his abhorrently pasty skin tone. There's no way that he's actually upset at you for a gift of all things.
And yet, you've somehow gone from hearing his obnoxious voice rambling about whatever grievance has popped into his head every couple of seconds to... nothing. Well, that's not completely true; you have managed to force out a handful of words from him from time to time, courtesy of mandatory group huddles and whatnot. Even then, though, the little dribbles of speech hardly can be called a proper conversation. There's always somethingālong pauses, stutters, trailing off, whatever elseāholding his tongue back. And here you thought that he'd never learn such a skill.
It's annoying. And today, your goal was to get to the bottom of this strange behavior, once and for all.
"Hey, Tsubasa?" You called out to her after spotting her lingering form in the cafeteria. Gaku must've dashed off to who-knows-where before you came in. How predictable.
"Hm? Oh, good morning! You need something?" She swiftly wiped a napkin across her lips.
"Yeah, actually. Do you have any idea where Gaku's headed off to by chance?"
Her body tenses an odd amount at the mention of his name. It takes her a few seconds to respond to you, and only after an obviously forced throat clearing.
"Oh! Uh, nope! Sorry. I don't know anything about that." As soon as she's done talking, her hands have already begun to shovel down spoonfuls of her breakfast at a rate you know can't be easy on her insides. Still, despite your dubious staredown, she seems perfectly intent on giving herself a self-inflicted stomachache rather than saying anything further to you. You huffed. It looks like you're at a dead end here.
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Your next stop for your detective roleplay was, of course, Kako. As much as she isn't exactly fond of the man in questionānot that you can blame herāshe at least knew a thing or two about solving cases such as your own. Finding her lounging around in the library alone, you settled yourself beside her.
"Good afternoon, oh great master detective." Thankfully, her demeanor towards you was far less bunnylike than Tsubasa's earlier.
"Oh please, I'm nowhere near skilled enough yet to be called that..." She blushed in embarrassment, but couldn't hide from your keen eyes the proud smile inching upwards on each side of her lips. "Do you need my help with something?"
"Yes, actually. I've been looking around for Gaku, but I can't seem to find him. Do you have any advice or tips?"
Remember what you thought about her acting normal towards you? Scratch that. At least Tsubasa managed to put in a token effort to hide her discomfort. This girl, on the other hand... As she stared back at you with huge eyes and an agape mouth, the silence and tension between you two grew only stronger and stronger with each passing second, as if her mind completely short-circuited. At last, her mind scrapped up enough social awareness to remember to reply.
"O-oh, well... I'm not supposed to say anything about that... but you shouldn't worry about it! I'm sure that everything will work out just fine on its own." Her eyes welled with a strange look as she spoke. It's hard to place exactly, but maybe something like fondness? Not the kind of emotion you'd expected from this conversation, but at least it's positive, you suppose.
"Right... Well, thanks for the help. I'm going to go walk around for a bit." You went to stand up, but to your surprise, you felt a sudden pulling on your sleeve. Looking back at Kako, her face had shifted back to the same panicked expression as before.
"Um, wh-where are you heading off to, exactly?" Your lips pursed in response.
"I don't know, just wherever I end up? Seriously, why is everyone acting so weird today?" Your brain looped through the oddities that today's interactions held. Everyone's been so dodgy and secretive. It's almost as if they're trying to hide something from you.
Are they trying to hide something from you?
Gently prying her fingers off of your clothes, you headed off towards the hallway outside, ignoring her worried noises coming from behind. If nobody's going to fess up when you talk to them, the only option left is to search around for clues. With how Kako acted over you simply trying to leave the room, it's got to be something within walking distance.
And so, your feet trailed back and forth mindlessly against the hard floor, vaguely on the hunt for anything at all that was out of place. You groaned internally. It would be one thing to search for a well-defined clue, but you were quickly finding out that blind searches were not the most effective strategy out there. Go figure. For a moment, you nearly gave up entirely on the matter. For today, at least. Who knows? Maybe after a good night's sleep, a Sherlockian-style ping of comprehension would carry you through to this case's elusive answer... or something.
However, this train of thought soon halted in its tracks as a sharp banging noise shocked you back into high alert. Making your way in rapid strides toward the perceived source of the sound, your feet found themselves parked right in front of the gym room. A quick press of your ear to the door taught you another fact: there were people in there. Several of them, by the sound of it. And one of those aforementioned people had a familiar, oh-so-obnoxious voice that you could never forget.
"Guys! You're supposed to be careful with that! Seriously." He audibly sighed, despite the fact that you still had a barrier between you two. "What if they hear that and end up walking in and ruining the surprise party?"
"Oh, so it's a surprise party." Unable to hold yourself back from making use of his rotten luck for the sake of humor, you waltzed into the crowded area. By the way that Gaku spun around and panickedly pointed at you, you would think you're some sort of serial killer about to slaughter him for fun. Then again... maybe a change of hobbies wouldn't be so bad. He held up his pointer finger accusingly at you, furthering your newfound interest in targeted violence.
"Y-you! When did you get in here?!"
"Just in time to hear you screaming at everyone else. So... why are we celebrating exactly? And why was I left out of the loop?"
For how used to pulling words out of his ass he should be by now, his shaking and floundering sure didn't show it. The most he could manage for a while were a few incoherent strings of words, too vague to really offer you any new insight. Eventually, though, he seemed to finally find his footing and spoke properly, this time with his signature pseudo-confidence added in.
"Well, you see. Everyone's been mopey and total downers ever since our last battle, so I decided to cheer us all up with a party! Get ready for the greatest DJing your ears have ever been blessed with!" His chest puffed out as he spoke. Before you could even point out the obvious holes in his poorly designed excuse, the boy was already gone and off to some hidden backstage area.
As you looked around at the colorful sights surrounding you, your stomach rapidly grew aflutter. Sure, he claimed that it was for everyone, but... Well, why else would he have been so intent on keeping you in the dark for so long? And of course, there was his uncharacteristic attitude towards you the past few days. Even the hues blanketing the various decorations strung about matched the ones you like to adorn yourself with on most days. Honestly, what kind of idiot would think you would believe that lie?
Still, as the night dragged on, and you and your friends slowly went down for the count one by one, you gently smiled to yourself. Maybe he was an idiot, but he was a sweet idiot, and you guess that's good enough.
You walked around slowly, careful not to wake up any of the sleeping faces as you passed them by. Most of the partygoers had crashed or left for their dorm rooms by now. Keyword being most. Once you made your way over to the music area, various clanking and dragging noises filled your ears. Of course he would be the one to still be up at this hour. Although, given the fact that you were here too, you couldn't judge.
"Hey, Gaku?"
The sound of some part of his body colliding with a hunk of metal rang out, making you wince and cringe. That couldn't have felt great. And now it would become your problem, too. Yippee.
"Ow, ow, ow..." He rubbed the sore area to prove his point. "Don't creep up on me from behind like that. That really hurts."
For now, you didn't mind offering him another dose of sympathy.
"Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to say thank you for all of this. The others enjoyed it a lot, and I did too."
Part of you wished that the lights weren't so dim. That way, you could see that silly look on his face that you knew he had to be making. The other part felt that maybe he'd gone through enough embarrassment for one night. Just maybe.
"You did? I mean, of course you did! Nobody can beat me at throwing epic parties, you know. That's my jam. Oh, and did you like the music I played? You totally did, right? I've always had a soft spot for folk music like that. It really gets me pumped up. If you want some more recommendations, Iā"
"Gaku."
Calling out to him was the only way you could think of to stop him from devolving into one of his many tangents. To be fair, it's been so long since he's ranted to you like this about something, he's probably bursting at the seams with conversation potential. All of that can wait for another time, though.
"You're pretty awful at handling people being nice to you, you know that?" He let out a scoff in response.
"What are you talking about? I'll have you know that I'll happily take any money that someone throws my way."
"And if it's not money?"
Suddenly, his hyperactive mouth didn't move an inch.
The two of you made a quiet agreement and teamed together to finish cleaning up the rest of the room. The company, even if still on the awkward side, made the time pass by much faster than anticipated. It wasn't long until only a few miscellaneous pieces of trash remained scattered around the gymnasium. As the two of you stood across from each other, a tiny little sound broke the silence.
"...Just not used to it."
You tossed the last piece of trash away and responded with a hushed voice of your own.
"I wouldn't mind helping you get used to it."
Maybe in the morning, underneath the sun's exposing rays, he'd make some snide comment. Blurt out something insensitive-sounding to make you retract your statement.
It's a good thing that the night sky gave him the sense of safety and shelter he desperately needed to let your words linger in the air, unanswered yet tangibly felt all the same.
