TW: Mention of marijuana & cigarettes, nicknames used: baby, sexy
NSFW under the cut: mentions of pu$$y, d1ck, oral (both), piercings
Wears hearing aids because he’s going deaf from his own quirk.
For sure has ADHD, like without a doubt. Constantly loses his phone, keys, wallet, hearing aid batteries, etc. He’s bought the same charger at least ten times.
Sometimes forgets to put his hearing aids in and just guesses what people are saying.
Always smells faintly of smoke, cheap body spray, and whatever energy drink he’s currently obsessed with. Lemon-Lime is his favorite.
Natural blonde, but always dyes his hair random colors depending on his he feels that week (he loves red streaks or neon green tips).
His hair changes color so often that when people get shown baby pictures of him they’re shocked it’s not actually his twin Atsushi.
Has a collection of piercings he’s collected over the years, but always seems to wear the same ones unless asked specifically to wear another.
Has one tattoo that he absolutely regrets and refuses to explain. He got one of his old favorite musicians names tatted, unfortunately they turned out to be a shitty person so he tries to hide it the best he can.
Has several tattoos that have meanings but pretends they’re all just impulse tattoos. His favorite being the two music notes on his chest near his heart for his dad and brother. If asked about it, he just shrugs it off with ‘music is close to my heart’
Always listening to music, it helps him focus. It has to be pretty loud due to his hearing impairment—everyone else can hear his music too. His wireless earbuds are always dead because of it.
Sings constantly. Under his breath, while cooking, while cleaning, while grocery shopping.
Has an amazing voice that catches people completely off guard—he has a hell of a metal scream.
Can play the guitar, but prefers to sing. Still owns his first guitar even though it’s beat to hell and covered in half peeled stickers.
Tried to start a band once, didn’t get very far. His dad and brother have the burned cd’s though.
Doesn’t eat much, mostly survives off of energy drinks and gas station snacks. Drinks enough caffeine to concern everyone around him, but he doesn’t believe “you can have too much caffeine”
If someone cooks for him, he gets weirdly touched by it—he will refuse to admit it till he’s in the grave.
Sleeps only in his boxers or naked: he’s not ashamed. Though his family is used to it he for sure has invited you over and walked around naked, much to your shock. The first time he walked around naked in front of you, he genuinely didn’t realize it was weird because his family stopped caring years ago. Bonus: If you got embarrassed, he’d laugh while teasing you. “It’s all me baby, nothin’ wrong with that.”
Renji and Kaia have multiple matching tattoos. 99% of them were on impulse. They absolutely dared each other into stupid things as young teenagers. He’s got the scars to prove it.
Sits in the weirdest positions imaginable. Upside down on the couch, sprawled across chairs, half hanging off his bed—though his favorite spot is with his head between your thighs.
Definitely a stoner. HUGE oral fixation: has a cigarette or a blunt or gum in his mouth…or you if you let him.
FOR VAGINA HAVERS: This man eats pussy like a man starved. He’d devour you for hours if you’d let him. His tongue piercing flicking against your swollen clit makes it so hard to deny him. “C’mon baby, just one more.“ It’s never just one more.
FOR PENIS HAVERS: He’s immaculate at sucking dick. The way his tongue piercing feels against your cock is incredible. The way he swirls his tongue on the head, teasing you endlessly. “You gonna cum already, sexy? My tongue feel THAT good?”
He’s on the safe size for girth, but makes up for it in length. He’s cut, 6.2 inches long, and it slightly curves upward. The head is a pretty pink, leaking pre just from his mouth on you. He’s not really someone who manscapes, keeping it long and unruly with a happy trail that peaks over his boxers.
He loves being marked up. Bite him, leave hickeys, claw at his back while he slams into you? Yes please. Bonus: If you really want to get his attention, tug on his nipple piercings with your teeth and he’ll have you coming all night long.
Authors note: I’m on my period and lowkey feral so mb for writing this at 2 AM 💀
YOU ALREADY KNOW I GOTTA ASK GENERAL HC AND LITTLE BKURBS OF MY FAVOURITE BOY CARVER!!!!!!!!
Sincerely, the one Carver simp 🔪
You ask, so I shall provide! I haven’t slept in 2 days and now I’m thinking about carver at 1 am like a crazy person. Sorry this took so long! This isn’t organized because I’m tired. Lots of love 🦴🔪🩸
TW: extreme body horror, lots of gore, obsession, bones breaking (obviously), death (of others), Noncon mention
Carver (Jin Aoyama) headcannons - Dead Dove Do Not Eat & NSFW are included under the cut. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to those topics above!
He cracks his knuckles constantly… except it isn’t just his knuckles. Sometimes it’s his wrist, collarbone, shoulder, or even a rib. The sound is enough to make everyone else in the room visibly uncomfortable.
He sleeps like he’s been dropped from a second-story window. Limbs everywhere, blankets on the floor, one foot hanging off the bed.
He has an absurd pain tolerance, but still flinches when someone cleans his cuts with rubbing alcohol. “It stings,” he’ll mutter, annoyed that that’s what bothers him.
He has a habit of absentmindedly tracing old fracture lines on his arms while he’s thinking.
He likes thunderstorms. The pressure in the air makes his old injuries ache, and somehow that’s comforting.
He has a favorite bone- it’s the scapula! (Shoulder Blade).
He doesn’t understand why people fear scars. He thinks they’re beautiful. Every scar tells a story. Every healed fracture is proof someone kept living. He’ll sometimes ask about your scars (if you have any) with genuine curiosity.
“…How’d you get that one?”
He enjoys having his scars touched. Most people either stare or avoid them entirely. Someone running gentle fingers over an old scar without flinching is surprisingly intimate to him.
He’s oddly gentle with jewelry. If you wears rings, necklaces, or earrings, he’ll absentmindedly fidget with them while talking, almost like reassuring himself you’re really there.
He unconsciously mirrors injuries. If someone rubs their sore shoulder…He rubs his own. If someone favors one leg… He notices instantly. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out one day.
Hospitals make him deeply uncomfortable. Not because he’s afraid of them, but because he associates them with being restrained, examined, and pitied.
He remembers every broken bone he’s ever had and can tell you exactly how it happened. Even cracked his skull once just to see if he could manipulate such a major part of the skeleton.
He forgets other people can’t tolerate pain like he can.
“You can just walk it off.”
“…Jin, my ankle is broken.”
“…”
“…Right.”
Despite looking intimidating, he loves cheesy horror movies and loudly critiques all the unrealistic bone injuries.
“Nope. Femur would’ve snapped first.”
“…Jin, it’s a zombie shark movie.”
Jin doesn’t see pain as cruelty. He sees it as proof. To him, pain means your body is still fighting to exist. He genuinely believes people waste the gift of being alive by avoiding discomfort.
His favorite method is the “human pincushion” where he uses his bones as shrapnel till they bleed out. He does like to experiment sometimes, hitting major arteries and watching the concrete stain crimson.
He’s surprisingly meticulous about sharpening kitchen knives, even though he could make one out of his own bone or yours.
He has a collection of things he’s taken off of his victims bodies- he prefers the bones of course.
One evening you’re looking for spare batteries. You open the wrong box. Inside…Rows of old teeth. Clean. Carefully arranged. Almost lovingly. For a heartbeat the room goes completely silent. Jin appears in the doorway. “…You weren’t supposed to see that.” Not angry. Not embarrassed. Just… disappointed that the surprise is gone. He gently closes the lid. “They’re not important.” You can barely speak. “…Not important?” He shrugs. “Teeth are common.”
His body is covered in thick scar tissue, calcified patches, skin stretched over oddly healed fractures, and bumps where bones healed crooked. When you saw him the first time and didn’t run screaming he knew he had to keep you.
He’s a little bit (extremely) obsessed with you. Watches you sleep, steals your things for his shrine of you, carves your name into his skin with his own bones…
Jin breathes heavily, you look so peaceful slumbering in his arms. “I love you Y/N,” his breath hot against your skin. His pointer finger splits through the middle joint, a sharp cream painted red with devotion. He carves your name into the meat of his thigh, wide and deep. “Mine. My Y/N. So perfect.” He loves how the blood rushes down his leg, marking the occasion permanently on the blankets you’re both tangled in.
If you tried to run away from him, tried to escape his grip, tried to leave him- he’d snap your bones like twigs. He’d apologize as he does it, not for hurting you- but for letting you think you could leave. He holds you, petting your hair as you sob in unbelievable agony.
“You shouldn’t have ran, look what that caused you,” he licks your tears. “Poor thing… how deliciously pathetic.”
Jin loves being marked up, and marking you up. He enjoys being bitten quite a bit. He’ll absentmindedly trace the bruise or crescent-shaped marks for days afterward.
You notice a bite mark you left on Jin’s shoulder has become visible beneath his collar. “You should probably cover that.” He glances down. “Why?” “…People are going to ask.” “They can ask.” “Aren’t you embarrassed?” He smiles, faintly. “No.”
He likes matching scars. If you let him he will engrave matching ones, kissing the tender skin sweetly as they heal. You can even pick the design!
His hands are probably his most memorable feature. Large. Calloused. Covered in tiny scars. Knuckles permanently swollen from countless breaks. His fingers are long enough to look elegant…until you notice they bend a little farther than they should. Sometimes you’ll hear a tiny click when he flexes them. The good news is he’s incredibly talented with with same fingers!
He’s tall and lanky, 6’2”, so his dick matches. He’s 8 inches long but not very girthy, cut, a milky cream tone to match his natural skin that flushes red at the tip.
He’s not a very hairy man, takes care of himself in that way. He has some fluffy tufts that tickle your nose when you take him deep in your throat. He’d keep you on his dick forever if he could.
He’s a switch at the end of the day but 9/10 times he loves to dominate you. He just likes to have control over you, pounding you with his hand around your throat until you see stars.
Hasn’t given head very many times, so you’d have to teach him how you like it. If you praise him while your fingers are tangled in his hair, guiding him steadily, he’ll instantly cum.
If you let him, or don’t, he’d love to tie you up, cutting those pesky clothes off—he’ll buy you more clothes eventually—and pleasure you till you can’t walk for a good week.
