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Under the cut is just some infory about me if you wanna know. Thanks for reading and checking out my blog!₍₍ ◝( ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾
I go by Kris.
I’m a Christian and I believe Jesus died to save me and everyone. And anyone who believes in His death and resurrection is saved from death and has hope no matter who they are or what they've done. He has personally worked in my life and I see Him as my Father, Creator, and Savior. I will not force my faith on others, but I will openly speak about it because my faith is a core part of my life. I respect others and want to be open and kind to everyone, regardless of beliefs.
I am an adult (adding this for specific reasons, but I do not want too much info about me on here. And I don't want certain kinds of blogs spamming me. For that reason, I will not be posting my specific age. Just know I am above 18.)
Fandoms (Generally I'm not in the "fandom" but am a fan) (Also some of them I haven't completed yet)
Bungo Stray Dogs
Assassination Classroom
Bungo to Alchemist
Cells at Work
Death Note
Diabolik Lovers
Fruits Basket
Ikemen Prince
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
Ikemen Revolution
Ikemen Sengoku
Karneval
Ikemen Vampire
Ikemen Villains
Magic Kaito
Monthly Girls': Nozaki-Kun
My Hero Academia
Noragami
Ouran Highschool Host Club
Pokemon
Snow White with the Red Hair
Violet Evergarden
Yona of the Dawn
Your Lie in April
The Legend of Zelda
There's a lot more, includeding things that I need to get to watching more of, but yeah. I also like reading but I'm might put a list of books later.
I apologize a lot. So if I apologize for something that you don’t think I needed to apologize for, just know I’ll probably apologize one more time for apologizing.
A also talk, quite a bit. People just kinda tune me out now. So if I type out several paragraphs in response to you asking me what I ate for lunch...I just do that.
I highly appreciate brutal honesty. If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me. I won’t take it personally.
Hello!! Can I request a reader who hits themselves whenever they do something wrong? For example if they make a simple mistake they’d bonk themselves in the head with their hand, or pinch themselves if they got something wrong? With Boothill, Jiaoqiu, Aventurine, and Mydei? (If this is uncomfortable for you, you can just delete this!!!)
“You Don’t Deserve to Bleed for Mistakes”
Tags: Mydei x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Healing, Soft Moments, Subtle Angst, Trauma Response, Comfort After Panic, Slow Burn, Introspective, Found Family Themes, Internalized Guilt, Gentle Romance, Protective, Supportive, Mental Health Exploration.
Warnings: Mild Self-Harm, Trauma Responses, Low Self-Esteem, Negative Self-Talk, Emotional Distress, Mentions of Past Violence, Implied PTSD Themes, Guilt, Vulnerability.
Jiaoqiu first noticed it when you fumbled a tea cup.
A simple slip—ceramic against wood, a soft clink—and your reaction was instant: a sharp, scolding smack to your forehead. It wasn’t exaggerated or dramatic, but it struck him all the same. It wasn’t the sound, nor the movement—it was the habit. Mechanical. Rehearsed. Too familiar.
He paused mid-pour, his irises briefly peeking through heavy lashes before closing again.
“You bruise more easily than you think,” he said softly, refilling your cup with an herbal blend meant for clarity and calm.
You offered him an awkward smile. “It was just—I'm always clumsy with your things. I didn’t mean to mess it up.”
He stirred the tea with a long-handled spoon, the feather fan resting quietly beside him. “If I scolded my patients each time they spilled something, I’d have no one left to care for.”
His words were gentle. Too gentle. You felt the weight beneath them.
Later that night, while tending to soldiers in the makeshift infirmary, you misspoke a dosage reading. You realized it immediately—but before anyone else could react, your fingers pinched the side of your arm sharply, a punishment as fast as it was automatic.
“Don’t.”
Jiaoqiu’s voice cut through the air—quiet, but firm. You turned, startled.
He was standing at the threshold of the tent, the light of his cauldron reflecting off his pale hair. The soldiers turned away, sensing something personal in the air.
He approached, silent footsteps muffled by the dry grass beneath. “What are you trying to correct, little ember? Your actions? Or yourself?”
You stammered, “I just... I always get things wrong. I have to—”
“No, you don’t,” he said, and for once his eyes opened fully. You saw them clearly—the burning gold laced with pain, the damage, the compassion. “You punish yourself the way I once punished myself... for surviving while others didn’t.”
Your breath caught.
“I know how guilt festers. It whispers that pain is a price we must pay for failure. But that belief...” He gently took your hand, tracing the red mark you’d left. “...it eats away at you. It doesn’t make you better. It only makes you bleed inside.”
In the warmth of his presence, you felt the weight begin to lift.
That night, he taught you to redirect those moments—to press your fingers to your wrist gently instead, to inhale a specific medicinal aroma he prepared just for you. He didn't scold the habit, but slowly rewrote it—with care, ritual, and presence.
In time, you no longer raised a hand to yourself in frustration.
You reached for his instead.
Boothill noticed the first time you flinched at your own mistake.
You’d dropped a canister of ammunition while helping him load his gear. You muttered something angry under your breath and slapped the side of your own head with the heel of your palm, hard enough that he heard the thump over the noise of engines.
He tilted his hat back and looked at you, long and hard.
You tried to laugh it off. “Guess I deserved that one, huh?”
He didn’t answer.
Two days later, you grazed a panel wrong while hotwiring a transport. Pinch. Your hand jerked to your bicep. Boothill caught it mid-motion.
“Do that again and I’ll make you wear padded gloves.” His voice was flat, low, dangerous.
You blinked, confused. “What—?”
He leaned in close, shark-teeth flashing in a sneer that wasn’t aimed at you, but at the ghosts behind your self-harm. “Ain’t nothin’ you can do that’s worth hurtin’ yourself over. That’s my job—hurtin’ folks that deserve it.”
You tried to pull away, muttering, “You don’t get it. I have to. It keeps me sharp. Makes sure I don't mess up again.”
He grabbed your wrist again—not hard, but solid.
“I was raised where folks got beaten to stay in line,” he said, voice gravel. “Don’t mean it made us better. Just mean it made us quiet.”
You looked up at him, surprised. The Boothill everyone feared—silent killer, reckless bounty, face on a thousand wanted posters—wasn’t shouting.
He was steady.
“You’re part of my posse now,” he added, voice softer. “Ain’t gonna let no one beat on you... not even you.”
That night, he gave you one of his bullet bracelets—a charm for steadiness, he claimed. “Squeeze this when you’re mad at yourself,” he said. “Hurts less. Looks cooler.”
You started wearing it every day.
And in the months to come, when you nearly hit yourself again, you’d feel the cold metal between your fingers, and remember his words:
"That ain’t discipline. That’s old hurt tryin’ to wear a new mask."
Aventurine was the kind of man who watched people more than he let on.
He noticed every twitch, every breath shift, every adjustment of body language like a dealer tracking cards at a high-stakes table.
So when you apologized too quickly after knocking over a stack of data chips—bowing slightly, murmuring “stupid”—and flicking your temple with your nails, he didn’t say anything. Not at first.
But he clocked it.
And the next time, when you missed a calculation during an investment meeting and pinched your forearm under the table hard enough to leave a mark—he slid his chair beside yours.
“You keep doing that,” he said, smiling, voice a whisper of velvet poison. “Self-punishment. Quick. Dirty. Not even dramatic enough to be effective.”
You tried to laugh. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh no, no no no,” he whispered, eyes glinting underneath his hat. “Everything is something. Especially habits that come out under pressure.”
You turned your head away, embarrassed. “I just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”
Aventurine’s smile softened in a way that was almost imperceptible. “Darling, disappointment is part of the game. Everyone loses hands. The question is whether you walk away... or double down.”
You frowned. “What does that have to do with hitting myself?”
“Because you’re folding before the next card is even dealt,” he said, tapping your forehead lightly—not as punishment, but to make a point. “And that, sweetheart, is how the house always wins.”
He offered you a gold-trimmed chip from his pocket.
“When you feel the urge to hit yourself again—flip this instead. Call it a challenge to fate.”
You took it. The weight of it felt good in your hand.
Over time, you’d still slip—old habits were like poorly shuffled decks. But Aventurine never mocked you. Never lectured. He simply raised an eyebrow and whispered, “Feeling lucky?”
And somehow, you did.
Mydei was not a man of many words, but he felt deeply—and he saw clearly.
He’d witnessed countless warriors fall—not from blade or fire, but from themselves. Guilt could rot a person faster than poison. So the first time he saw you hit yourself for a minor error—when you misread coordinates during a critical deployment—his reaction was swift.
Your hand had barely touched your temple before his own caught your wrist.
He said nothing.
Just looked at you—those golden eyes like twin torches, steady and unflinching.
“I made a mistake,” you mumbled, heart pounding. “I should’ve double-checked.”
“Yes,” he replied, tone even. “But you are not a punishment.”
You blinked. “What?”
His grip didn’t tighten, but it didn’t let go either. “The world has enough swords. You do not need to be one against yourself.”
You felt your throat tighten.
“I’ve seen men break bones to absolve guilt,” he continued. “Fathers crush their hands for children they could not save. And I have watched them die just the same.”
You looked at him, eyes stinging. “Then what am I supposed to do?”
He released your wrist.
“Live.”
His voice was low. Strong. Like the sea crashing beneath the cliffs of Kremnos. “Live—and carry the weight with discipline, not destruction. Learn from the wound. Do not become it.”
He took the red ribbon from his belt and tied it around your palm. “This is a warrior’s promise. Not to be without mistakes... but to rise despite them.”
You never hit yourself again.
But sometimes, you’d press your fingers to that ribbon, still looped around your hand long after the threads had frayed—because he had seen you, and he believed:
Why ___ and I wouldn't work out: Ikemen Prince Edition.
Spoilers for Ikemen Prince. (Especially Clavis)
Other than the fact that I'm not nobility.
Jin Grandet:
He just ain't my cup of tea.
I'm insecure enough as it is without his... Interests... in women
I don't like to drink, I don't know if he'd care all that much, but still.
Chevalier Michel:
I'm mean enough to myself thank you very much.
I'm too emotionally fragile for all that.
I actually can be kinda stupid sometimes...
I'd probably tick him off too much.
I never shut up.
I crave affection. He's not very affectionate. Giving it sparingly even when in a relationship.
I'd be too busy falling in love with Clavis to spend much time falling in love with Chevy.
I can't pronounce his name correctly
Whenever he insults me I'd probably insult him back and then I'd be impaled.
I think he's extremely intelligent and I respect him a lot, but I also think some of his views are stupid... And knowing me I'd probably end up saying that to him.
We'd probably butt heads too much (If he doesn't just ignore/stab me)
Basically he'd straight up find me annoying and I'd probably enjoy annoying him anyway.
Clavis Lelouch:
We're both way too insecure.
I say stupid stuff impulsively.
We both have trust issues.
I would take his joking/teasing comments seriously (and would feel hurt.)
I'm very nosey.
I'm easily discouraged.
I'd try too hard to be cool around him and would make a fool of myself.
I overthink everything and often think things are my fault, so I would assume he dislikes me all the time.
He works too hard and I'm too lazy.
Either way, we both don't really take care of ourselves that well.
I don't really agree with him about Chev, so we'd probably have to avoid that topic entirely.
I'm not a necessarily a morning person, and I stay up late.
Leon Dompteur:
I would find him intimidating, but like in a "I think you're amazing, so I'm gonna keep my distance from you because you're kinda overwhelmingly dazzling" kind of way.
I wouldn't trust his kindness.
He's a people person and an extravert. I like people, but not a lot at once and I get tired of socializing after a bit.
I'd compare myself to him and others all the time.
Yves Kloss.
I have a feeling he and I wouldn't really get along.
I don't dislike him, but I just have a hunch that I'd get on his nerves and/or vice versa
I would immediately take his haughtiness as a challenge.
I'd probably take every little comment personally.
I would enjoy messing with him as well.
I wouldn't necessarily want to be in conflict with him, but we wouldn't have a very peaceable relationship.
We're both too much like a cat.
Licht Klein:
Ummm yeah.
We're way to similar for that to be a completely healthy relationship.
I related to him a bit too much during his route.
Also, if he tries to push me away, it wouldn't fully work... But also it would.
If he said he hated me, I wouldn't really doubt him.
I'd find his view of himself ridiculous and try to fight his reasoning with logic.(and be a complete hypocrite in doing so.)
I'd get too angry on his behalf and would probably get in way to many fights with people who mess with him/slander him.
I'd think I wasn't good enough for him.
Anyway, my issues come from a completely different source than his. But we're still similar enough that it could be tough getting through to each other.
Nokto Klein:
Just not interested in that way.
He would make me uneasy.
Yet another I would probably butt heads with.
Luke Randolf:
Honestly, I can most realistically see myself dating him.
Except I think I'd like him more as a friend.
He just seems like a nice guy friend.
I don't know as much about him yet, but I'd be a mess no matter who I dated so there's that.
After having read one of Luke's routes now, I take it back what I said about him being the one I could most realistically be in a relationship with. I was way off╮(＾▽＾)╭
I really like Luke's character a lot. But I think I'd be better with him as a friend? Although it'd still be a complicated relationship either way.
Reasons the Ikemen Prince suitors and I wouldn't realistically work in a relationship:
Part 2.
(spoilers)
Note: just fyi, I haven't finished all of their routes yet. ((I've been busy (╥﹏╥)) So it's possible that these reasonings won't be the best.
Also warning to Silvio lovers, I diss on your man a lot. Sorry (*﹏*;)
Silvio:
He makes me mad (literally could barely make it through the first couple of chapters)
I would probably smack him despite my better judgement. And then get executed or something
He's just... Kinda ugly? (No offense to Silvio fans)
He'd probably overstimulate me with all the clinking noises when he walks.
If would drive me CRAZY when he treats me as less than.
I have too much of a mouth and a death wish to deal with his nonsense.
I'd probably get in trouble for swearing at/with him too much.
He can't be going after my homeboy Rio like that. Leave the poor man alone.
Also leave me alone, don't sexualize and threaten me as a woman and then get all spazzy and weird if a women touches you even by accident.
I've had to much trauma experience with men like him to deal with his bullshit
Like he's so full of himself bro wrote a book about his life story and how he tRaVeLeD ThE wOrLd, like please you're in your twenties calm down.
I did not finish his route at all, so I really don't know much about him. But from the interactions with him in other routes and the beginning of his route? No thanks.
TLDR: I just don't like him very much. He'd be fun to mess with once or twice but nah.
Gilbert:
Would still make me a pretty mad, but also like, I'd just find him alluring and get sucked in too easily. I have a habit of wanting to befriend people who everyone says to avoid.
Ok, so do I have a double standards, a little bit yeah.
Also big one, I'm pretty easy to manipulate apparently (Like I just recently got out of a really bad friendship where I was used and bullied and still stayed)
I'd see the signs of him isolating me too late. And would probably assume it was my own fault.
I'd probably fall for his gaslighting and become emotionally dependent on him oops.
I am a big-time yapper. I don't know if that would be a problem, but I assume he'd be a little peeved if I never shut up.
Continuing that, I like talking to other people. So this whole, "oh only focus on me, you can't have other friends" that's not gonna work out very well.
I'm like a cat with separation anxiety. Oh, you wanna lock me in my room? Ok, constant knocking and loud yapping till you open the door. He'd kill me
I'm clingy. But also not? I just don't like being shut out but I do need space sometimes.
On that note, back off my business and give me some space, damn.
I'm way to nosey. And even when I know not to be, I can't help but notice things and over analyze them.
"Wait are you sick?" Dead.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH THE ANIMALS, WHY'D YOU BRING THEM HERE THEN? LOOK AT THEM, I ALREADY LOVE THEM.
WHY ARE YOU RELYING ON ME TO MAKE THIS HUGE JUDGEMENT I'M JUST A GIRL
WHY ARE YOU MAD? I TRIED TO SAVE YOU? BACK THE FUCK UP.
Yeah that thing he does where he gets all bloodlust-y and starts walking towards belle like he's gonna do something? Nah, I'd have a breakdown. That hits too close to home.
Anyway.
He'd say something really twisted and I'd be like "ooh promise?"
So how you gonna tell me it's betraying you if I die but then you gonna be dying? Hypocrite.
"Gil, no. Don't be mean... Ok, I'll shut up."
-a daily interaction.
gotta stop threatening to behead every person I befriend.
Stop threatening me I just want to love you.
I wouldn't want to be in another relationship where I have to walk on eggshells constantly.
"Why yes my love, I do have that gift from you on me. I painted it purple and added little hearts. Please stop threatening to start massive warfare everytime you see it. I will use it but I won't kill you. I'll just shoot you in the ass cheek."
"Gil, love of my life. I'm dense, remember? Use your words, not your teeth! ITS BEEN THREE HOURS I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE UPSET."
Keith:
Hehe, low self esteem buddies.
Omg, your dad tells you you're a failure? What a coincidence! Mine too!
Anyway, we can't both be constantly apologizing.
I don't think I'd get along with Liam.
I feel like I'd notice the change to the other Keith, but I would think he just secretly disliked me and it was slipping thorough. At first anyway.
I'd probably get upset the first couple of times he would "forget" things (after switching back) but wouldn't make a big deal out of it and would just chalk it up to him having gaps in his memory because that's normal.
I'd want to tell him I love both sides, but I'd probably end up just saying something stupid.
Would get way too angry on his behalf.
Alter-Keith would probably make me uncertain about myself once or twice.
I would want him to have more confidence in himself.
I honestly can't think of too many reasons. I'd really like Keith.
WHY DID THEY CLOSE TOKEN RANBU I'M SO CONFUSED. I JUST WENT ON TWITTER OR X OR WHATEVER AND SAW THEIR POST AND I TRIED TO GO ON THE APP AND IT DIDN'T WORK. WHAT HAPPENED??😭
hi! i saw this picrew going around on twitter n wanted to bring it here :):)
irl vs online persona !
link to picrew here !
taggin @anxiously-scared @tpwkatsumu @vanilla-beanzz @fukoronoko @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum @bisexualmattholtstan @b0ku4ka @thechrysialid and anyone else who’d like to do it :)
I'm cutting off reblogs but thank you for the tag Lati!
irl vs online persona !
link to picrew here !
Irl I'm pretty quiet and keep to myself. Not because I'm shy or anything but I don't really talk to people unless I need to. But online I'd like to think that I'm pretty open and approachable haha.
Thank you for the tag Sheep! This picrew is always so pretty.
I guess today's a good time to say I decided to destroy my scalp and dye my hair silver for my bday. It was either this or getting a tattoo and this feels a tad bit less permanent
irl vs online persona !
link to picrew here !
Irl me and Online me are pretty much the same. I think I'm a lot more social when you first meet me online cause irl, I need to warm up to you a bit more.
Thank you for the tag @mrpenguinpants-alter-ego ! Im sure this was a long time ago, and i forgot that it's in my drafts jwjsjw
irl vs online persona !
I'm pretty much the same. But i tend to be more reserved and serious irl,, compared to my online self where i tend to be more outgoing and chatty,,, like my thoughts are always posted online, but irl i just keep them to myself lmaooo
link to picrew here !
Tagging: anyone who wants to ,, since ive been inactive for some time, i only know @yostresswritinggirl who's still active lmaooo (so im tagging you! )
Thank you for the tag Kaf! Always down for a picrew.
Kris vs me IRL. (Although I wish they had a darker brown for the hair.)
I can be all over the place in irl, but I feel like I fit my online persona in most ways. IRL I cuss a bit more (something I'm personally trying to do less), I have a bit of an RBF, I'm more awkward when talking, and I'm slightly less open to other people about my interests.
Anyway~
I'm tagging:
@boyimtrash @kaeyas-beloved @the-ladyofnight @yuikomorihotline @lovely-romancea And anyone else who sees this and wants to join in! (I apologize if I tagged you if you didn't want to be!)
#why did i get a powerful sorta shady blue haired guy like the moment i started playing
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Honestly you def give off some Thoma vibes :)
That's a compliment if I've ever heard one!<(￣︶￣)>
Thanks!
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Noooooo(ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻
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#3
I swear, if Chev beats Clavis in this election I'm gonna cry.
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#2
I'm probably several years late to this topic, but...
WHY IS TOUKEN RANBU NOT AN OTOME GAME?
WHO'S IDEA WAS IT TO MAKE CHARACTERS
THIS
See the full post
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My #1 post of 2022
Why ___ and I wouldn't work out: Ikemen Prince Edition.
Spoilers for Ikemen Prince. (Especially Clavis)
Other than the fact that I'm not nobility.
Jin Grandet:
He just ain't my cup of tea.
I'm insecure enough as it is without his... Interests... in women
I don't like to drink, I don't know if he'd care all that much, but still.
Chevalier Michel:
I'm mean enough to myself thank you very much.
I'm too emotionally fragile for all that.
I actually can be kinda stupid sometimes...
I'd probably tick him off too much.
I never shut up.
I crave affection. He's not very affectionate. Giving it sparingly even when in a relationship.
I'd be too busy falling in love with Clavis to spend much time falling in love with Chevy.
I can't pronounce his name correctly
Whenever he insults me I'd probably insult him back and then I'd be impaled.
I think he's extremely intelligent and I respect him a lot, but I also think some of his views are stupid... And knowing me I'd probably end up saying that to him.
We'd probably butt heads too much (If he doesn't just ignore/stab me)
Basically he'd straight up find me annoying and I'd probably enjoy annoying him anyway.
Clavis Lelouch:
We're both way too insecure.
I say stupid stuff impulsively.
We both have trust issues.
I would take his joking/teasing comments seriously (and would feel hurt.)
I'm very nosey.
I'm easily discouraged.
I'd try too hard to be cool around him and would make a fool of myself.
I overthink everything and often think things are my fault, so I would assume he dislikes me all the time.
