I’m finally trying to be more active in fandom communities, so I figured I’d properly introduce myself lol
I draw when I have the energy, and it’s mostly fanart or my 2 sonas Starry and Polaris
What I’m into right now:
Tokyo Debunker (main one rn)
Twisted Wonderland
Obey Me
Black butler(mostly lurk)
Ikemen Villains (new, mostly lurk)
I love to talk with people so my askbox is always open, and I’m currently open for requests! although I can’t always guarantee that I’ll draw them as my motivation tends to fluctuate a lot
You can find my art under the tag #starry draws, and my yapping tag is #starry speaks
my art of my sonas is tagged by #Starry bun (Starry) #polar star (Polaris) respectively
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?
May I request the ghouls giving MC head pats (but like they found out she likes them bc she’s too shy to say it) for Romeo, Jin, Leo, Haku, Jo and Elias please? Thank you, I love your writing sm!!!
Yes of course!! I hope you like it!!
Food For The Soul
Featured ghouls: Romeo Scorpius Lucci, Jin Kamurai, Leo Kurosagi, Haku Kusanagi, Jo Kongoza, Elias Pratt
Tags: ooc maybe, fem!reader, prob forgot to italicize some stuff
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Romeo Scorpius Lucci:
Romeo firmly believed physical affection should be elegant, sophisticated, and graceful. Forehead kisses? Acceptable. Holding hands? Tasteful. A kiss on the back of your hand? Classic. Head pats? Absolutely not.
"They're undignified."
That had been his exact opinion.
Until one afternoon.
The two of you had been walking through campus when a group of first-years ran past, nearly knocking you over. Romeo caught your arm before you could stumble.
"You need to pay attention, BB."
"...Sorry."
And without thinking, he lightly patted your head.
Just once.
You froze.
Romeo blinked.
"...BB?"
"..."
"...BB."
"..."
"Why aren't you moving?"
Your voice came out as little more than a squeak.
"...Again."
"What?"
"...Please."
Romeo stared.
Then slowly, very slowly, he did it again. Your eyes immediately fluttered shut, and the tiniest smile appeared on your face. Romeo almost forgot how to breathe.
"...You..." His voice sounded strangely quiet. "...Like that?"
You covered your face.
"...Maybe?"
"..."
"...Don't laugh."
"I'm not laughing. I'm reconsidering my entire worldview."
"...Romeo."
"...I've spent years believing head pats were beneath me. Apparently I was catastrophically mistaken."
You peeked between your fingers.
"...Really?"
Romeo sighed dramatically. Then rested his hand on your head once more.
Pat.
"...If this expression is the result..." Another pat. "...Perhaps they're acceptable." You looked so impossibly content that even Romeo couldn't deny how absurdly cute it was.
Now it became a habit. Whenever you did something that secretly made him proud...
Pat.
Whenever you finished a difficult mission...
Pat.
Whenever you curled up beside him after a long day...
Pat.
Eventually you asked the question that had been bothering you.
"...Why now?"
Romeo looked genuinely confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You used to hate head pats."
He sighed and looked away.
"I still think they're rather inelegant." A pause. "...For everyone else, that is. Not you."
Your heart nearly stopped.
"Because?"
Romeo gently smiled. The soft kind. The one only you ever saw.
"...Because seeing you smile is worth abandoning a few principles."
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Jin Kamurai:
Jin discovered your weakness entirely by accident. You'd fallen asleep over paperwork in Frostheim's captain's room. Again. When he walked in, your head was resting on folded arms, papers scattered everywhere.
"...Idiot."
He sighed, walked over, moved the paperwork before you'd wrinkle it. Then, almost absentmindedly, his hand rested atop your head. A single gentle stroke through your hair. You made the tiniest sound, something halfway between a sigh and a hum.
Then—
Without waking—
You leaned into his hand.
Jin froze.
"..."
You looked comfortable.
Safe.
Happier than you had been during your whole relationship with him. All because of one stupid little head pat. He quietly withdrew his hand before you woke. He never mentioned it and neither did you.
Instead, several days later, you'd been having an awful afternoon. Nothing had gone right. Reports were piling up, everyone wanted something, and Leo had been teasing you all day. You looked exhausted.
Jin watched you for a long moment. Then simply walked over.
Pat.
You blinked and looked up at him.
"Huh...?"
Another pat.
Your shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Feeling better?"
"...Maybe."
“Thought so."
From then on, it became his silent way of checking on you. No long speeches. No dramatic reassurances.
Just...
Pat.
After difficult missions.
Pat.
After arguments.
Pat.
Before bed.
Eventually you gathered enough courage to ask.
"Why do you keep doing that?"
Jin looked genuinely surprised.
"Because you like it."
"...How did you know?"
".You lean into it every damn time."
"..."
"Like a cat. Don't deny it."
You couldn't. Because he was right.
"...Is it weird?"
Jin snorted. "No." He stepped closer. Resting his palm gently against your head once more. "It's cute. Besides," Another slow stroke through your hair. "If this is all it takes to make my girlfriend's day a little easier..." His voice softened. "Why wouldn't I?"
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Leo Kurosagi:
You never actually told Leo you liked head pats. Mostly because admitting something so embarrassingly simple felt... well, embarrassing. Instead, he'd discovered it completely by accident.
It had happened during a late-night editing session in his room. You'd spent nearly three hours listening to him complain about comment sections, algorithms, sponsorship emails, and "people who clearly have no artistic vision." Somewhere around midnight, while he was muttering to himself over a video timeline, he'd absentmindedly reached over and rested his hand on top of your head. Not even a real head pat. Just a lazy, thoughtless gesture.
His fingers had brushed through your hair once, twice, three times. You'd gone completely still.
Leo hadn't even noticed at first. He had continued rambling for another thirty seconds before finally looking over. "Honor Roll?" You hadn't answered. "...Did you die?" Your face had turned such an impressive shade of red that he actually leaned closer to make sure you weren't running a fever. "You're weird."
You'd buried your face in your hands.
"...Please don't look at me."
That was when he'd figured it out. And Leo, being Leo, had become absolutely insufferable.
Nowadays, if he noticed you'd had a rough day, he'd simply wander over without a word, lazily drop one hand onto your head, and gently ruffle your hair.
Every. Single. Time.
And your brain stopped functioning.
It didn't matter how many months you'd been dating. Didn't matter how many times he'd done it. The reaction was always exactly the same. Your shoulders relaxed, your eyes softened, and you unconsciously leaned into his touch before catching yourself a second later.
Leo noticed. Of course he noticed. His lips slowly curled into the most smug grin imaginable.
“Seriously?"
You refused to look at him.
"...Shut up."
"You leaned into it like some cat." ironic isn't it?
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
"I was just adjusting my balance."
"Your balance required moving directly into my hand?"
"...Yes."
"Honor Roll."
"What."
"You're adorable."
Your entire face immediately exploded into color.
"...I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"..."
"...You're blushing."
"...I hate you a little."
Leo laughed, really laughed. The genuine kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes. Then, before you could recover—
Pat.
Followed by another soft head pat.
"...There."
"...Leo."
"What?"
"...You're doing this on purpose."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You absolutely do."
"Hm." Another pat. "Maybe."
You sighed dramatically before giving up entirely, resting your forehead against his shoulder. "...You're the worst."
His hand remained on your head, gently smoothing your hair.
"...Yeah." A small smile tugged at his lips. "But you still came over here."
"..."
"Guess I win."
You hated how right he was.
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Haku Kusanagi:
Haku figured it out almost immediately, not because you told him. Definitely not because you told him. But because Haku noticed everything.
It started with Kaito.
One afternoon Kaito had excitedly ruffled your hair after you'd helped him solve a particularly difficult problem. You'd smiled. Not politely. Not out of habit. It was...different. It was soft. Comfortable. Content. And Haku noticed.
Later that evening, while the two of you were walking back toward Hotarubi…
"Princess."
"Hm?"
"You like head pats."
You almost tripped.
"...What?"
"You do."
"I...maybe."
Haku laughed quietly.
"I knew it."
"...How?"
"You smiled differently."
"...That's terrifying."
"It is?"
"You notice too much."
"...Occupational hazard."
Before you could answer, his hand gently settled atop your head. And unlike everyone else, Haku didn't ruffle your hair. He simply rested his hand there. His thumb lightly brushed your hair once. And you melted, completely. Your eyes slowly drifted shut and a tiny smile appeared. Haku's own smile softened. "...There it is. That's the smile I was looking for."
You looked up.
"...What?"
"You've been tired all week. I wanted to see you smile."
Your chest tightened painfully.
"...You really do notice everything."
"I try." Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead before giving you one more gentle pat. "My princess deserves to feel spoiled sometimes."
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Jo Kongoza:
Jo treated head pats like they were a language. Every one meant something different. A congratulations. A reassurance. An "I'm proud of you." An "I'm here." The first time he did it to you, you'd just finished leading a particularly difficult inspection.
You'd been nervous all morning. Absolutely certain you'd made mistakes. Jo listened patiently while you rambled through every tiny detail. Then smiled.
"You did well."
"...You think so?"
"I know so."
Pat.
His large hand rested warmly atop your head and your entire body relaxed before you could stop it. Jo noticed immediately, of course. "Ah."
You blinked.
"Hm?"
"You like this."
"...Maybe."
He laughed warmly. The sound was comforting all on its own. "Good. Because I think you deserve to hear 'good job' more often."
From then on, head pats became your reward.
Finished a difficult report?
Pat.
Helped another student?
Pat.
Finally remembered to take a break?
Pat.
One evening you finally asked, “Why do you always pat my head instead of just saying you're proud of me?"
Jo simply smiled. "Because sometimes..." His hand settled gently atop your hair once more. "People need to feel cared for." Another slow pat. "Not just hear it." And you suddenly understood why everyone in Dionysia adored their captain.
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Elias Pratt:
Elias was the last person you'd expected to become affectionate. He wasn't embarrassed by it. He simply didn't think about it.
Until one rainy afternoon.
The two of you had ducked beneath a covered walkway while waiting for the storm to pass. You'd quietly complained about your day. Nothing dramatic. Just one of those days where everything felt heavy. Elias listened, really listened. And when you finally finished talking, he reached over.
Pat.
You blinked.
"Elias...?"
"You looked like you needed one."
Your face warmed instantly.
"...I..."
"Too much?"
"No.” A pause. “...Again?"
Elias smiled.
"...Of course."
Pat.
His touch was gentle. Almost absentminded. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Better?"
"Much."
"Good."
From then on, he started doing it whenever you looked overwhelmed. Never making a big deal of it, never teasing you, just quietly reaching over.
Pat.
One evening, curiosity finally got the better of him.
"Can I ask something?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always smile like that afterwards?"
You looked away. "Because when I was younger..." Your voice became softer. "Nobody really... did things like that."
Elias' expression changed. The easygoing smile faded into something gentler. "I see." He stepped closer, resting his forehead briefly against yours. Then—
Pat.
"...Then I'll have to make up for lost time. Would that be alright?"
Your eyes stung unexpectedly.
"...I'd like that."
Elias smiled. That warm, patient smile. The kind of smile that made the world feel just a little bit safer. "Good." Another soft head pat. "Then we'll start today."
For the Tkdb gender headcannons, I’m attached to my genderfuck Kirisakis but I’m curious about your interpretation of them? It’s always interesting seeing how others view them lol
WIGGLES MY FINGERS LIKE A CARTOON VILLAIN
i 100% agree with genderfluid/flux zenji. in my brain he’ll respond to anything you use for him. you can make up your own pronouns on the spot he’ll love it. i feel like he doesn’t see himself as presenting as any which-way either — not wholly masculine, not wholly feminine, he’s just zenji!
jiro is very he/they/it to me. i feel like he doesn’t put a lot of thought into gender most of the time — if he had to put a name on it, he’d say he’s masculine, but not quite a man. some odd in-between. (i see him as agender, but i don’t think he would try to label himself unless he somehow learned about the term itself.)
honestly i could see some general student referring to him as “it” (see: the whole “Frankenstein” thing) and… not really being offended. that’s an option? people can be an “it”? hm.
@cloudcountry and Ritsu Shinjo are tying the knot on Saturday, July 18! Put on your nicest outfit, bring your favourite TKDB man as your plus-one, and we'll see you at the ceremony at 5:00 PM EDT 🩷
Information: The venue is a weapon-free zone. Yes, we're looking at you, Taiga. Rui's cocktails will be served at the afterparty. Drink at your own risk.
"the thing about paranoia is well what if I'm right" no actually I'll do you one better. what if it's the fourth wolf-crying incident in a row and I successfully manage to talk myself down and convince myself that I'm imagining all the ringing alarm bells bcuz that's what I did the last four times. so I ignore it and look away. and then. specifically due to me relaxing and turning around. The Fucking Wolf.
