I'm just saying if I was the new doctor who showrunner I would unpack my dw fanfic from before I knew it was fanfic when it was in fact a matter of "this is what I'd do if they let me write doctor who":
Get me a lanky white man and a child actress who can pass for twelve. We r reliving the glory minutes of The Eleventh Hour when we thought Eleven would get to travel with child Amelia and in fact every ad suggests so, with the Girl occasionally somewhat behind the Guy, though she does get to put a hand on the sonic screwdriver on the cover picture. Episode one comes out with the Girl lost and confused on the streets of London. Guy comes out like hey kid r u okay? Kid is like why r you calling me that. Guy is like uhhh well what's your name then. Kid goes I'm the Doctor. Roll theme song.
Summary: Timebomb x reader matching things (accessories, clothes, tattoos or etc) because they would like to get married but uh you know (request)
Warnings: no plot, fluff, gn!reader, not proof read
Pairings: Alternate!Powder x reader x Ekko
A/n: since I didn't know if the request was meant for alternate powder or Jinx, I did both. Enjoy!
Alternate! Powder and ekko
I think if they want to get married, but they can't, they'd be the type to have promise rings.
Probably one with either three small gemstones of the colour of each (blue for powder, white or orange for ekko and whatever colour you like) or one with each of your initials engraved (as in EP and your initial)
Powder would probably have it on a chain around her neck, and Ekko either on his finger or in a chain too. Under his shirt probably, to not damage it or lose it.
You're just sipping on your drink, waiting for your two partners in one of the tables of the Last Drop. It's a lazy day, slow, sunny, nothing you wouldn't like to go out in. Vander is cleaning glasses when he notices the ring.
"What's that? Getting married already?" He teases, watching Powder and Ekko come in, light catching on the silver around Powder's necks. It isn't until Ekko puts his hand on the counter that he notices the gems on his finger. "Matching rings hm? Get engaged already" He teases again, serving them their drinks.
Benzo has about the same reaction when he walks in, a playful scowl on his face. "You're too young to be thinking about marriage" He scolds, not so playfully. But you all don't care, simply happy to have matching rings.
Then there's more permanent stuff, for example tattoos
I'd see ekko being a clock, and powder either a raven or some gears. Or then you could have the moon (powder) the sun (ekko) and the stars (you). Anything that is symbolic. The three of you would have the same tattoo with the three symbols.
I don't think they would outright tattoo their partners names on their skin, it feels too... impersonal in a way. Or maybe just not like them.
You were all lounging in Powder's hideout, thinking, talking. "What about tattoos?" You proposed, and immediately ekko started doodling.
"Yeah, maybe we could do like... I don't know, birds?" He chuckled, making various different designs.
When you finally picked your designs, you went to a tattoo artist, giving him a few days to create the stencil. In the end, Ekko chose to have his on his shoulder, and powder on her calf, the three of you showing it off once it was all done.
To be honest, it's probable all of your parents were quite sceptic about the tattoos. But once it was done, it was too expensive to get it off. So no one could do anything else than warn you it might not be a good idea.
It was. You kept it forever.
If they feel more like matching things casually, then there's three options
For clothes they'd probably go off a colour, for dates, for example, today everyone goes with a red item, like a jacket, a dress, etc.
Or maybe color coding, like, everyone wears a red top and a blue bottom.
Or maybe simply pattern matching. Something like that.
"I think we should do blue" Powder argued.
"But I want to wear my red jacket!" You complained. Ekko just laughed at your antics.
"But red doesn't go with my hair" she argued.
"It does, stop being a bitch." You muttered, shoving your red hoodie at her, slipping on your red jacket.
"You're finished?" Ekko mused, red coat already slipped on. "Were going to be late"
Powder pouted, nodding as you tugged her out, on your way to meeting with all of your friends. Everyone stared at the laughing couple you were, but how could you care when your girlfriend was snickering along with your boyfriend?
You could also match a piece of jewellery you would wear every day, so for example some earrings, a bracelet, a necklace, maybe everyone a different one but theme coded.
So let's say you do earrings, powder would be blue, ekko gold. So, you could be wearing sapphire gold earring, or a gold necklace and a blue gemstone.
More than everyone wearing the same piece of jewelry, they'd do like a theme and each wears their partner's theme. So ekko could be wearing a blue earring and a ring with your theme.
Or it vould be a charm more than a colour.
Everyone noticed it, from night to day, all of you had changed the usual jewelry you wore, ekko's plain silver earings had now each a small charm, different. Powder's necklace had, added to the crystal it used to have, two more charms with it. And you wore the same, well, not excatly, they had one you didn't, and you had one each didn't have.
And finally, the third idea I'd have would be key chains or trinkets. Something that reminds you of your two partners. Maybe custom stickers, or a key chain that says E and P, etc
You could have a phone cord made by powder with blue and golden pearls or maybe gears and clock charms, or a special key chain.
And they'd have the same. Of course, you add whatever feels like you to it. So let's say, you're red and roses, you would each make a phone cord or key chain (depending on preference) with blue pearls, mechanical charms, red pearls, rose charms and golden pearls and clock or clockwork charms.
"Wait- put more blue ones" Powded shoved more pearls towards you, your key chain having a majority of gold and your color. "Please" She pouted.
You willingly agreed, chuckling as she shoved the same pearls towards Ekko. "You too, there's almost none" she complained, like a child. Even if the majority of Ekko's was of both of your colours, barely having gold.
"Powder, we're going to end up with all blue ones" He chuckled, amused at her antics.
"Well that's good, everyone needs to known you're my partners." She scoffed, tugging you closer to her.
You ended up with an almost all blue key chain with mostly charms for Ekko and barely anything for you. Not that you were complaining. Now you had both your partners always in your pocket.
You could also wear matching nails, I feel like Ekko would love to paint his nails. Maybe a colour for each partner or the same colour for everyone. Although that feels less like their chaotic energy.
You held Ekko's hands, painting his nails, one blue, one gold, one of your color, another gold and another blue. Powder was besides you, shaking her hands to make them dry faster.
Soft music played in the background, humming along with it. Your nails had been painted by Powder and hers had been painted by Ekko.
"Do you like it?" You asked softly, examination his hands for any flaws in your paint. "It's cute" you hummed.
"I love it. It's really pretty" He chuckled, taking your hand and kissing it. "Like you" he winked.
"You're gonna mess up your nails" You complained, showing them off to powder. "Look, they're gorgeous"
"Like you" she hummed, grinning. They both stared so much you couldn't help but blush.
Jinx and ekko
If we're talking about Jinx, she would probably go the extra mile and get something more than rings, who knows how far that woman would go
If you're not much the extra type, she would do rings, and so would Ekko. Just like alternate timebomb, they would have something matching in the rings
Maybe three stones again, golden, blue and your colour, or maybe more like your three names together, but jinx would probably put yours in the middle
Ekko would just be the type to follow her ideas, as she's a wild card but in the good way. And she's dedicated
"And I mean, worst that can happen is that we have to make it ourselves" she joked, already picking scrap metal. She was going to make it herself, no matter what you would argue.
And then, a few days later, you would have each a ring around your neck, on a chain. Vi would ask her about it, and the firelight's children would definitely ask Ekko. But they would keep it to themselves, just happy to know they have their partners around their neck.
If we're talking tattoos, Jinx would get the biggest tattoo ever for you and Ekko, wherever you ask her to. Ekko would probably get it somewhere more discreet, he doesn't seem like the type to get visible tattoos, it's more something for you and her
The design would be way more attention calling, you could do birds, a raven, an owl and a bird for you, or symbols, her monkey, ekkos clock or gears and whatever you feel like fits you.
Jinx would totally tattoo your name if you ask her to, but ekko would probably tell her it's not the best idea, especially since she is still a criminal and the three of you are often in danger. Giving directly your partners' names isn't the best idea.
She showed up a few days after choosing the design, showing her back and moving her braids aside. "Look toots, I got the tatto" she giggled, showing off a monkey, a clock and your symbol. "It's about time yall get yours" she pouted.
Ekko shook his head, smiling. At least he had managed to convince her to not get your name. She went towards him, throwing herself on his shoulders. "Whatcha mocking me about hm?" She scolded playfully, glancing at your soft smile.
For casual matching, or date matching, jinx isn't the type to own a lot of different clothes, so she would probably add something symbolic of you to her outfit, like, let's say, a clock for ekko (I'm obsessed with the idea of clocks representing ekko) that she would wear every day
Ekko would do the same if you're up for it.
But if we're talking proper clothes matching, Jinx would just steal something, either from you or from piltover. She would do anything to make you and Ekko happy, your wish is her comand. And Ekko would just follow the vibe, he seems like the more passive type for some reason
If we're talking jewelry, Jinx would love to wear matching jewellery for you. Whether it's the same necklace, or a similar one, she says yes immediately.
Ekko might be a bit more difficult, but he would take an alternative. He would never outright refuse to match with you, how could he?
So for example, you could buy a matching set of earrings, necklace and bracelet, or something like that and they would each take one (jixn the necklace, ekko the earrings probably)
"Hey look what I found" you smiled, showing them three pairs of earring, one with a white crystal, one blue and one of your colour.
Jinx immediately threw herself to you, catching the earrings and gushing about them to Ekko. She took one of her colour, helping ekko put it on and begging you to let her. If you didn't have your ears pierced, you better have them pierced now.
Finally we have key chains. Well, I don't think any of them would be the key chain type so they'd probably do more like... charms that they put on their clothes and belts
Maybe something Jinx and Ekko would make for you, or that you make with them. Small trinkets you'd stick on your stuff
Ekko finally finished sculpting the same monkeys that were on his machine. He added a small key ring on top, putting it besides the other two. He just had to make the three clocks now and they would be done. Jinx would love to add the chains He thought.
"Almost done pretty boy?" You kissed his cheek. It was late, you should both be asleep. Jinx was already snoring on the couch, Isha laying in her arms.
"Almost. Go rest, I'll join you later" he murmured back, hugging you and tugging you on his lap. Maybe you should sleep in his arms, while he works.
And nails, jinx would love to do your nails like hers and also ekkos if he let's her. Just imagine, jinx seeing you wear her colours, I think she would be so happy and proud.
If not maybe Ekko would help you do your nails and you'd do his the same way, and you'd beg Jinx to let you do hers too.
I think that would be cute, that the three of you do each other nails, and make matching little designs and stuff
She was giggling like a school girl, painting your nails the same colour as hers. Your back was against Ekko's chest, his legs on either side of you, his arms around you.
As soon as Jinx finished painting all of your nails you pulled her in, wrapping your legs and arms around her, pressing her back against your chest. And that's how you spent the rest of the evening, all cuddled up.
Something else Jinx would love to match would be stuff in your hair. If you have it long enough to braid, she's sticking stuff into yours and Ekkos hair before you even know about it
Maybe just the same golden stuff she has or maybe actual little trinkets and charms that she made or found
"Your hair is so pretty you know that?" She murmured, braiding your hair, adding the same golden charms she had added into her hair and into Ekko's. "So soft, so shiny, how do you do it?" She pouted a bit.
Ekko watched her with a smile, adding the same charms to her own braids.
A/n: my phone hates me and I think this isn't the right version. But have it anyways because I will not proof read this. I'm sleep deprived and I have to sleep. I hope you like it ;)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Gallavich Kinktober
Day 26
Prison Sex
*In this AU, Mickey has been in prison since 18 and meets Ian in prison*
Read on ao3 or below the cut
Tap Tap Tap
The rubber end of the pencil hit the blank page of the notebook, its beat rapid and consistent. The two hours before lights out, when Mickey was trapped in his cell, were usually spent winding down for bed by drawing, but tonight he couldn't focus.
Gallagher wasn't reading in the bunk above him. He couldn't hear the turning of the pages or the shuffling of socks against the thin prison mattress. Gallagher wasn't up there, because he had been called away to talk to his lawyer.
His time was almost up.
Mickey knew Gallagher's time as his cellmate was limited to two years, but it had been the best two years of Mickey's ten year sentence.
Selfishly, he hoped Gallagher would come back with bad news, because the worst news Gallagher could get would be the best for him.
God, he deserved to be in here, to wish that upon his cellmate.
Footsteps on concrete. Their cell door sliding open. There he was, paper in hand, gaze toward his slip on shoes.
Fuck, Mickey didn't mean it. He really, really didn't mean it. Gallagher deserved to be free.
That red head didn't raise until the door was closed and footsteps on concrete faded away. Pencil and notebook abandoned, Mickey was up off the bottom bunk and too close to his closed off cell mate, looking for a way in, looking for some indication -
There were unshed tears pooling in the rim of emerald eyes.
“They can't keep you here, man.” Mickey insisted, a flare of indignation he never had for himself sparking for the other man.
“They aren't.” The tears were falling now, one landing on the paper as he passed it to Mickey.
“Two weeks.”
Mickey didn't bother reading the paper, full of legal jargon and letters that would dance around before his eyes. He didn't need to read it. He trusted his cell mate's words.
“Congrats.” Mickey's smile, and words, we're genuine even if not overly enthusiastic. “You can finally go meet that nephew of yours.”
Mickey slugged the taller man in the upper arm. Friendly. Distant.
But the other man wasn't having it.
Mickey was enveloped in long, strong arms. Damp breath cascaded over his neck and down the opening of his jumpsuit. Wetness absorbed into his starchy yellow collar.
“I can't do this. I can't lose you.” The words were muffled into his neck, the way so many words were exchanged when the lights were on. Muffled, whispered, hushed. If Mickey was able to take a few steps closer to the door he'd be able to see the clock, see how long they had until the lights turned off, but he wouldn't with 6 feet of blubbering cell mate in his arms.
“You don't belong here.” Mickey grabbed his hips, kept him close, kept their words hidden between them.
“I belong with you.” A face, wet and blotchy, removed itself from Mickey's neck to look him in the eye.
“Yeah, well you don't get to be with me. Not now. Not like this.”
The buzzer sounded and a couple seconds later the lights shut off and the cell mates were only able to see by the lights outside their small cell. One small square with barred windows allowed them to see each other now via the outside floodlights. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to reveal Mickey was gathering tears of his own.
“I love you.”
The words were said with more confidence in the dark, and the hand that came up to cradle Mickey's face wiped away his tears.
“I love you too.”
They held each other close as their lips met. Trails of salty wet tears mingled on their cheeks. Mickey could kick himself for resisting Gallagher's lips for so long, for keeping their relationship purely physical. He could have had a lover and a best friend from day one of the redhead's sentence, but he was stubborn.
Two weeks. That's all he got.
“Tell me goodbye.” He whispered against trembling lips, sniffing up the remaining emotions.
“Every night. All night. I want to feel you even after you're gone.”
“Mick-”
“No, Ian.”
Lover Mickey, friend Mickey, grieving Mickey was gone. He wouldn't stand two weeks of blubbering when they could be banging. Prison Mickey, the one Ian met day one, the one who kept him protected for two years, would have to be who Ian slept with for the next two weeks.
Mickey would cry through the moment between Ian's departure and his new cell mate, however long that would be.
Between his last cell mate and Ian he was alone for 4 hours.
“You're not going to mourn this. We have two weeks and then you're gonna go see your nephew.” tattooed fingers pulled Ian's jumpsuit roughly from his shoulders.
"You're gonna go home,” he crouched down and tugged the jumpsuit off freckled hips, “sleep in your own bed.”
The redhead toed off his shoes, letting Mickey slip the ugly yellow garb off his pale body.
“And until then we're gonna bang.” Raising up Mickey quickly shed his own jumpsuit, shoes already long discarded.
“But-”
Mickey wouldn't entertain any buts except his own. Planting his lips back on Ian's, his tongue demanded entry, demanded partnership, demanded cocks to get hard and shit to start happening.
“Please, Ian. Please.”
He could feel the moment Ian trusted him, leaned on him to know how to react, what to do. Firm fingers gripped the bit of fat above his prison issued boxers and manhandled Mickey down onto his bottom bunk, covering him like a wriggling, ginger blanket.
Mickey would happily die like this, right now, as long as Ian wasn't blamed and sentenced to more time.
It felt like the beginning, when they clawed and grabbed and roughly took what they wanted. It felt like pain and anger and hopelessness. It felt like love. It felt like them.
Ian's hips pistoned against Mickey's ass. His short legs braced against the top bunk. Thin white tank tops gathered under armpits, plain white boxers tangled at their ankles. This is what they were allowed to have here in the dark, behind four walls designed to hold them, in a place that only saw them for the bad things they did. This is what Mickey would lose in two weeks, but the walls would still be here and Ian would be on the other side.
“I'll wait for you.” Ian promised against his lover's neck, pumping hard. It was the way they both liked to make love given the circumstances. Hard and fast, quiet and intense. They'd get their first fuck out then lay tangled together before going again, just as quiet and intense but slower, longer.
Mickey grabbed his cock, every feeling too strong, every feeling trying to reach the top of his being and ring the bell, but the strong and focused grip on his dick kept everything in the horny, lustful haze he wanted to be in for the next two weeks.
Ian lifted his upper half away, the back of his head bracing against the bottom of the top bunk. The low fluorescent lights just outside their room lit Ian enough for Mickey to see the jut of his chin. Of course the man was gonna blow his load into Mickey and make it romantic.
“You're gonna be good and get outta here and we'll be together.”
It sounded like heaven paired with his organism and the feel of Ian reaching his own end. With a kiss to each inner ankle Ian eased Mickey's legs down and fitted himself next to his lover on the tiny, thin prison mattress.
Ian sounded so sure. With 10 years down and 5 more to go he just couldn't see it. He had failed to appeal every year since he served the minimum 8 years, what's gonna change?
He'll have a reason to try.
He'll have someone waiting for him on the outside.
My Star Trek characters that I made up. Most of them were created while I was sick.
I made a little crew for Starfleet.
Long post, more under cut.
The captain is a human named Terry Madison Keys, she is awesome. Her first officer is a changeling named Tiko who tales a solid form that is similar to an Andorian(why Tiko works here and why Tiko isn’t with any other changelings is still a little bit in the air rn, but I like Tiko, so Tiko hasn’t been removed yet.) The CMO is Doctor Margaret Lindsel and the nurse most relevant to the plot is named Thomas John McCarthy. We have Freddy who is a normal ass Terran cat that is in charge of eating whatever small pests(mostly tribble based contraband) get onto the ship, the ship is named after him. Yes male calico cats are a thing, they’re just rare and sterile most of the time. He has a rank as a senior officer and his rank of his collar. Starfleet decided to let this happen, Freddy is invited to meetings, this cat has rank, people are outranked by a cat. In operations we have a Vulcan named T’preek who is an absolute champion. She needs to be paid more. In engineering is Torg, a Klingon who also needs to be paid more, why is everyone around here insane? He thought the whole goal of this job was to NOT make things explode. Then there’s the Cardassian officer, Dhev Kuzkat(he goes by Kuzkat,) he’s in charge of security measures on the starship and of keeping an eye on everyone. He’s stern and is only close with a select few on the Calico, those people being Torg, Tiko, and Keys. He does gradually trust more crewmates enough to become friends with them, but that is after some serious development. He’s also horribly afraid of tribbles. The reason is still to be decided.
But yeah, this is a short post to name all of them. More in depth lore and explorations of ideas for each individual one later.
summary: Lazy morning with George on his birthday and a ruined (sorta) surprise.
a/n: Just a very quick writing since I didn’t have a lot of time the past few days. Also I need to learn how to write dialogue better, need to increase the length and my vocabulary… plus everything else. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GEORGE!!
Her mind was still clouded with sleep, happy in the current position. The sleepover wasn't planned but their Valentine's date night stretched out longer than planned and George simply didn't want her to drive home in the middle of the night. That’s one of the things she absolutely loves about him, his caring and overprotective side that always comes out when she’s around.
She slowly stretched her arms a bit careful to not hit her boyfriend and wake him up by accident. It wasn’t exactly easy for her to roll out of his arms but she managed. His shirt was the only thing covering her body in the cold morning hours. Normally she would probably stay in bed with him, enjoying the warm and lazy morning but she had a different plan.
Today was a special day, his birthday and what better way than to kick it off with breakfast in bed. While it definitely started differently than she imagined a few days ago and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She tiptoed around the room, careful to not wake her sleeping boyfriend up.
She managed to find his kitchen but manoeuvring it and finding everything she needed to make breakfast turned out to be harder than anticipated.
She thought that it would be a nice thought gesture after all he spoiled you rotten. Thankfully he had everything in the fridge but finding pans and plates well that was the problem.
She didn’t hear him shuffling and coming into the kitchen, leaning casually against the kitchen counter and watching her prepare breakfast for him. The kind gesture made his heart swell with love. “Need any help darling?” he asked her.
She turned around fast at his word not knowing he was already awake and up. She smiled at him, quickly walking over and hugging him. “Happy Birthday baby,” she mumbled in his shoulder, “what are you doing awake?”
“Missed your warmth in my bed”, he replied while pressing lazy kisses on her head. “Please come back darling, we can eat your breakfast later.” She turned around and looked at that halfway finished breakfast. “Please” he added again. She gave in and followed him back into the bedroom.
“You know you just spoiled my surprise.” she told him playfully while laying back down. “Don’t care, just want you here with me now.” George pulled her back into his arms. That’s how they spend another few hours in bed before they start their day.
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Next up either an Oscar or Carlos writing. Any preference?
his name means unlucky, but unlike what his name may make you think, that he's a doomed character or has bad luck, he's just a normal guy
he works as a librarian in a college/university i made up, i'm pretty sure the name of the college is Campridge U? smt like that
this is my Moon Child
i don't think i have any more information about him than that
he's a moon god's kid, he's a child, he likes colourful clothes
i think i really like the idea of Moon Child and Maloret being friends/knowing eachother/maybe even some sort of pseudo-siblings? i made a Lot of piccrews last week of Them and it's gotten into my mind now
looking through my texts for information, his aesthetic is Kidcore
this is Mr. History
he works at Campridge U (yes, the same one that Maloret works at! they're coworkers :]), an 800 year old small, local Uni/college
it's not big enough for someone more than 3 towns away to hear about it unless someone who went there is talking about their college days
if someone who graduated years and years ago were to come back then they would note, distantly, that Mr. History doesn't seem to have aged at all
this is especially unusual when the graduate is now in their elderly years and they graduated at about 25
the reason nobody can find any paperwork of Mr. History working at Campridge U is because they're thinking too small, not going far back enough. if they went back to the begining, they would find the very first application, of one Mr. History, for history prof.
if someone were to look that far back, they would realise just why Mr. History seems to know so much about what he's teaching, why he tells the students about like he was there. because he was. because if Mr. History started working at Campridge U, then Mr. History is over 800 years old, just counting how long he had worked at Campridge U
he has only ever been seen subsisting on coffee and cereal, and many students theorise that he would be the type to pour coffee into his cereal
his aesthetic is smt like this:
and i've seen that called dark acadamia before i think, but definitally not all dark acadamia is his style
Mr. History is i think smt of a crack character for me, he's just amusing as a concept and really easy to build on and expand, as well as adding a lot of worldbuilding possibilities to whatever world Campridge U exists in
apparently i don't actually have an up to date piccrew of Yoru, so imagine some sort of amalgamation of those
Yoru Kurakawa is my main boy. he is the Default character, and whenever i'm writing, he gets changed and moulded differrntly
originally he was supposed to be my self insert, my idealised version of me and who i wanted to be/look like, but he's grown a lot since then and is his own character now
he is deffinitally the character that i traumatise the most, over and over again
this is Yoru Kurakawa, and Kazuki Oyama
this is an Au (is it rlly an au if there is no original universe? is This the original universe?) where Yoru is a dragon, and was Stolen by humans
this is the story and lore snd worldbuilding that i have so far written down, not actually part of my Writing
also apparently i entirely left this out of my worldbuilding even tho it's really important, dragons can shift between Human, Dragon, and anywhere inbetween at will, though Dragonets tend to need to be taught how to, and Stolen dragons definitally need to be taught or guided in how to access their magic and trigger the shift
Kazuki Oyama only exists in this story, and in Au's of that story. the first time i wrote him, and got to know him, was in this story. in all iterations of him, eventually he ends up meeting, taking care of, or loving Yoru (as his kid, never are they together romantically or otherwise). i think, if one day i feel horrible, i might write a version where Kazuki meets Yoru, and he tries to help Yoru, but he's just not enough. but as of yet that story has not been written. and if that does get written, i think that should be a day i should be watched very closely. Yoru was my self insert, after all
Kazuki is a bit of a difficult character for me, he really is, but at the same time he is so thrilling to write and draw and it makes me feel extremely hood when i feel like i get him Right.
Yoru is not the same way; Yoru is malleable and however i write him in that moment is right, simply because of the way he is designed and what his purpose is. he can br quiet, loud, timid, brave. he can be scared or confident or self-sacrificing or bitter. Yoru is, truly, the Default Character, and i think i use him to explore how he would react to different traumas and upbringings, and sometimes i tweak it and go
'well... i know he would react this way but... what would he be like if he reacted this other way? how would he react that way? what does he do after that, what does he do with it?'
Yoru is, i think, a really good outlet for me and a way for me to explore writing and characters and people, and to understand how they think, what drives them, what they need to be able to recover from what happened to them
wow this i think went a bit off track snd changed the theme of this post a little, but it's still kinda really what i wanted to do, which was share my characters! i just, really, really like Yoru, and especially Yoru and Kazuki
