okay so. ofc vic is my fave so i drew him first and u can clearly tell from this but lets ignore it
Notes under cut:
it is not suuuuper obvious, but i made Will's lashes white like his hair, n tried making his hair as swoopy as i could. His pupil is a heart shape.
for Liam, i tried going for a catshaped face? if that makes sense. I tried mimicking cat proportions, so big eyes, small nose, n :3 mouth. His pupil is supposed to be catlike, but softer. ofc the clear diff is that i made his hair have loose curls, n i am rather proud of it!! i think he look sprettyful!
I do NOT like how Harri looks, i think i made his hair too sharp?? in places that it shouldn't but oh well. His eyes also look wonky to me but wtv. His pupil is sharp, n i imagine it can slightly dilate when he uses his ability. Nothing much else to say, i think? his jaw is rather square, i tried keeping him having sorta sharp edges to show he is not trust worthy lol
Elbie... He is so prettyful i'm so sorry pookie... anyway he also got the light lashes treatment, tho i think it is pretty canon? and gave him long lashes. his hair is p/much the same no comments there. his pupil is like, weird. is how i used to draw Usu with, which is like, a buncha lines that give this appearance of heavily dissassociating at any given moment. Overall gave softer features to give that ethereal look Elbie has
Al is like... the same as canon p/much too, just in my art style. His nose has a slight bump, why? bc it is cute n al is cute in design to me. Made his hair sligtly more swoopy bc ofc i did. sharp mouth shape, it fits him.
Also, his pupil is a square, bc he is the mirror so i made it like... mirror shaped? idk my thought on this one bro </3
Roger was HARD. I deadass kept thinking "is he too much like Trey Clover?" n the fact roger DOES look a lot like Trey fucked it up even more for me lmao. Everything P/much the same, gave him VERY defined jaw, bc i think that fits with more buff characters? big nose bc it's cute. His pupils r a + shape, bc a cross looked too weird, n a + shape works for showing that he is the doctor of the group.
Jude's hair is A FUCKING PAIN TO DRAW MAN, OMFG. anyway, sharp hair, softer features lowk (not the softest). I wanted the tip of his nose to be more pronounced than the bridge, i thought it looked pretty on him. some of his lashes r white, some r black. His hair is teh same, just my style. smaller irises, n his pupils r a diamond shape. i usually draw him fucking pissed, n i love it. brother is getting those wrinkles early, trust me.
ELLISSSSS HE LOOKS SOOOO CUTE TO ME I LOVE HOW I DID HIM!!! His hair is curly, ofc, which looks almost implied in his sprite to me, so i just made it tighter curls instead of wavy/loose curls. soft eyes but rather sharp jaw. gave him a bigger nosetip like me bc i love him lmao. His pupil is the easiest, just a big ass circle, bigger than i usually do.
last but def not least to me, Vic <3 <3 <3 <3 made his hair as swoopy as possible bc i love doing that with longer hair. sharp eye shape, with the most average ass pupils i'm sorry i did not cook with vicky </3 higher nose bridge with average nose tip, small upper lip with a bigger bottom one. nothing much else to say, really. I love him <3
Tags: gn reader, fluff, yandere behaviour if you squint, a little something something, possibly a bit ooc? (I haven’t read the gachiakuta manga yet please no spoilers), imagine whoever you want
He’s done for the moment he sees you. The sun peeking through the stained windows acts as a halo behind you, making his eyes water and his chest fill with something he’s never felt at such a capacity. So overwhelmed with joy he can’t seem to stop his tears. He’s quick to wipe each tear away in hopes that he’ll get to see this moment a little clearer. Tender eyes fall in line with yours as the gentlest hands grasp yours. He has to take a second before reciting his vows to try to calm down, smoothing his face into a tender smile.
Choso, Harrison Gray, Follo, Tristamp Vash, Gepard, Express Sunday, Rafayel
2. Devoted Eyes
The intensity in his eyes never seems to leave throughout the ceremony. His eyes flick over each of your features with each step closer. Your eyes, bright with a certain twinkle and your hair styled in a new way that makes his chest tighten and his cheeks warm. He has a soft upturn to his lips in the peace of the moment. Though he’s enraptured in this present moment he can’t help but see the future. When he looks at you he sees grey hair and soft wrinkles. A glance at you is his entire life. Finally, after all this time you’ll be together.
Nanami, Gris, Dan Heng, Caleb, Xiao, Jing Yuan, Xavier
3. The Biggest Smile
The moment he has his sights on you he’s grinning ear to ear. Even if he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He shifts his weight from one foot to another, waiting for you to finally reach him. It’s mere seconds but it feels like an eternity when he can finally join his hands around yours, rubbing circles into the back of your hands. He may sniffle once or twice but he’s beaming the whole time. He’s already leaning in before he hears the end of, “You may kiss the ____.”
Takuma Ino, Gojo, Enjin, Sampo, Phainon, 98 Vash, 98 Wolfwood, Varka, Phainon, Boothill, Caelus, Sam (sdv), August
4. Perfect Adoration
Before the ceremony he smoothed over his hair and adjusted his cuffs, repeating these actions a couple of times over.
On queue, the music began to swell. He looked towards the opening doors ready for your arrival. Your clothes, gold embroidered over a stark white complimented his suit perfectly. Though he already knew what you’d wear he looked as though he was truly seeing you for the first time. Eyes widening ever so slightly before relaxing into a warm gaze. With soft, disarming eyes and a gentle upturn of his lips his gloved hands held onto yours. Performing his vows with a fondness in his voice. Truly an angelic sight.
Tamsy, Penacony Sunday
5. That Look
He cant help but laugh in this moment. Life has a funny way of playing tricks doesn’t it? Because no amount of deep breaths and counting over and over could stop the tightness in his chest when he saw you. You looked as beautiful as the day he met you. In that moment he wanted to run to you, but his feet stayed planted at the end of the aisle with a soft smile on his face. When the time to exchange rings came, he gazed into your warm eyes. That of a roaring fireplace in the rigidity of winter. A warmth he could bathe in, that seems to only grace the groom. The smile on his face flickering ever so slightly as he watches the two kiss.
I’m seeing a pattern with the last one that’s making me miserable
First multi character post! I’m not sure if I like this style of writing because I feel like the characterization gets a bit vague but it was fun to try. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3
soooo, i decided to try to see what voice the cursed boys would have if the game somehow got a dubbing, and i made this video (with notes on my thoughts). to actual decide on the voice i thought of a couple of things:
the original voice actor -> i looked at the characters they voiced and found the english voice actor for them
i tried to focus on british/german accents for said voices
thought about comparing chosen voices to jp voice i.e, cadence, tone, pitch and other things
and i ended up with this! let me know what you all think! :))
Angert coming back from an away mission in the deep hours of the morning, achy, tired, ready to strip his gear off and collapse into bed with his mates lovers.
Only to find a few brave candles spluttering in the gloom of Meghill's study as the clan chief hunches over his desk, piled with scrolls and ledgers and various items, all vying for the man's limited attention.
Angert sighs to himself, slipping into the room in plain view but it's not until he gently lays his hand across the scroll Meghill's frowning at that the silver-haired man notices his presence, startling slightly before he turns to give Angert a tired but genuine smile.
"And how many nights has this been going on, hm?"
Meghill's face immediately turns sheepish and he looks away. Angert's groan of frustration, annoyance, and worry is soft, as soft as his headbutt when he presses his forehead onto the top of Meghill's head and lets himself rest there.
Angert feels warm, calloused hands wrap around his waist, drawing him foreward until Meghill can press his face into Angert's exposed stomach, his exhales soft and grounding against the other's skin. Angert reaches up to begin carding his fingers through the silky hair practically glowing in the candlelight.
"Are you really going to tell me you left our little pink jewel all by herself while you sat out here with bad posture, working on your frown lines?"
"He did, actually."
Both men whipped their heads up, draconic eyes immediately honing in on the slender figure draped in filmy, whisper-fine silk, leaning casually against the doorframe leading into Meghill's private residence. Her hair hung loose and wavy, falling out of the half braid she often wore to sleep. Tired brown eyes sparkled beneath drooping lids as she smiled ruefully.
Angert let himself be moved backwards as Meghill stood, pressing a sneaky kiss to his cheek and moving away before Angert could reciprocate. Meghill strode over to Nikki, one hand holding hers as he gently tilted her face up with the other.
"Forgive me, Starsoul, I did not mean to keep you waiting."
He felt Angert come up behind him, the sinewy arms winding around him as lips nibbled playfully on one of his pointed ears. Meghill couldn't suppress a shudder, and he both felt and heard Angert's breathy chuckle behind him before the dark-haired man lightly tucked his chin against Meghill's neck and grinned down at the woman in front of them.
"You owe me ten Blings, cevher."
Meghill's brow furrowed as Nikki stuck out her tongue playfully. "Did you two bet on me?"
"She did. Said she could get you to bed at decent hours the whole time I was gone, all on her own. I bet you would get lost in your work at least once before I got back."
There was a momentary war in Meghill's mind, between exasperation that his mates lovers would actually place bets regarding his behavior, and the fact that Nikki was so sure she could manage without Angert that she was willing to bet on it - and Meghill had failed her.
And then all of it was instantly eclipsed when Nikki pulled her arm up to politely cover the yawn that unexpectedly popped her jaw.
"Ow."
Both men cooed sympathetically, Angert leaning around to reach one arm up, mirroring Meghill's hold on Nikki's cheek and using his thumb to rub gently at the sore joint. Meghill naturally did the same against her other cheek, larger hand cupping her jaw. Nikki smiled, leaning into the ministrations as she let her eyes flutter closed.
"Our Starsoul is still tired, I am exhausted, and you - the big idiot you are - need to sleep." Angert dug his chin into Meghill's neck when the man opened his mouth to protest. "I don't care how much work you have to do, you owe it to us, both of us."
"Three of us. You owe it to yourself." Nikki reached up, wrapping her slender fingers around both of their wrists and tilting her head slightly, giving Meghill a soft, pleading pout.
The clan chief had the good sense to know when he was beat, and sighed heavily, though they could all hear the amusement beneath the resignation. "If my ruheşi demand, so shall it be. I do owe our Starsoul an apology for making her lose that bet…"
Angert's arm tightened around Meghill's waist, creating a vice as he began walking them both through the door Nikki was backing into. "You certainly do. What do you think his punishment should be, cevher?"
The sleep vanished from Nikki's face, replaced by a raised brow and a sweet, dangerous smirk. "I can think of one or two ideas …"
Immediate situational awareness flashed bright and clear in Meghill's veins. "Wait, now, hold on a second, I said apology, not punishment--"
"Too late to back out now, Clan Chief, you wouldn't want to break your word, would you?"
The door closed on Meghill's quiet pleading and Nikki and Angert's devious laughter.
A.N
I decided to use Turkish (Google Translate, don't hurt me) since I'm pretty sure the Boneyard pools are inspired by Pamukkale
Even if it rain - Infinity Nikki fanfic (Meghill × Nikki)
A Meghill × Nikki fanfic
Even if it rain [Chapter 1]
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Infinity Nikki. All characters belongs to their original creator. I merely own the story of this fanfic that are based of my headcanons.
⚠︎ Stories are made for fun and for my own self-indulgence. If you don’t like it, don’t interact. ⚠︎
╰› Summary: “Will you let me stay like this, just for a while?” It wasn’t a request, nor an order. But a silent plea hidden behind a front, slowly washed away by the rain, revealing a side that he had buried deep within. Yet the girl remained smiling, holding him in her embrace as they stood under the cold rain.
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Days after the memorial ceremony at the Tidefoam Beach, the Parksolians resumed their daily lives. Despite everything that happened, even if some left scars or traumas or regrets that may haunt them from time to time, they had to keep on living.
Meghill knew this very well, especially after what had transpired not too long ago, and after losing his one and only sister.
However, as the Parksolians’ clan chief, he has duties to uphold; manage his clanspeople and to prepare for a change that was bound to take place once he revealed the truth of what he learned of his clan’s history.
But for now, he simply had to continue overseeing and protecting his clanspeople as they carried out their duties.
Everything seemed to be back to normal, and it would have just stayed that way if it wasn’t because of one particular Parksolian that suddenly paid a visit to his workplace.
The pen on his hand hovered above his report as he turned his gaze towards his guest, “I’m…what?”
“Overworking yourself.”
The figure by the entrance was none other than Angert; his childhood friend, a family, and probably the only one he could trust the most with his secrets and anything that he kept to himself.
Seeing the confused look on Meghill’s face, the dark blue-haired Parksolian lets out a sigh, “If you thought I wouldn’t notice, then let’s just say that you’re just THAT bad at hiding it.”
“Is that so?” He stopped his paperwork and directed his focus towards his friend, “What makes you think I am as you claimed to be?”
“...Seriously?” With his arms crossed, Angert’s face changed from shocked to disappointed, “You’ve been working non-stop, drowning yourself with paperworks, patrols, and healing soulrifts–even when you didn’t have to.”
“You know that’s what I’ve always been doing ever since I took over as the clan chief.”
“Of course I know that. But this time, you’re doing it way more than usual, Meghill. Even when there’s nothing that requires your attention or involvement, you still went out to find if there’s some ‘work’ that needs to be done.”
“It’s part of my duty,” Meghill’s answer made Angert lightly scoff, eyes rolled in a manner that he had enough of hearing the same thing over and over again.
“And since you’ve brought this up, weren’t you supposed to be on patrol today? Did you finish early, or are you skipping out?” Meghill’s question threw the other Parksolian off.
Baffled, Angert gave him an insulted look, “Bold accusation there, chief. But hey, we can talk about that later! My concern right now is about YOU. And trust me, it’s not just me, but ALL of us are.”
And there it was. He knew it was bound to be noticed. In fact, Meghill wasn’t unaware of how obvious he deliberately occupied himself with work. And he knew that other Parksolians would have eventually noticed it as well.
The anxious looks by those around him when they saw him patrolling outside all by himself, or when he visited the healing ground to take over and heal soulrift-inflicted Parksolians despite the healers weren’t fully occupied or busy. Not even Paxienne's persuasion to leave the healing to them managed to make him stop. Back at Great Lumieville, even the young children he comes across would directly ask if he hasn't been resting well, claiming that he looked restless and never seemed to stop walking around for hundreds of times in the same area.
Yet, he simply told them it was his duty to take care of his people, ensuring their safety and wellbeing while pushing away those worried gazes they had on him. Just as he had always been.
A firm touch landed on his shoulder, prompting him to stop his train of thoughts. Meghill turned to see Angert looking at him with a concerned look, one that he rarely wore unless it truly mattered to him.
“Look, as your friend, and your ONE and ONLY close friend,” Angert’s grip on his shoulder tightened, “I’m only asking you for this one thing. Please, take a break. Even just for one day.”
Meghill remained silent. The idea itself sounds tempting, but it never once crossed his mind.
“Thank you for the concern. …I’ll think about it,” the pause in between didn’t go unnoticed despite how calm Meghill responded. But Angert chose not to question further and just let out a sigh, making his way out of the room.
“Alright then, I trust you know what to do now, chief,” the blue-haired Parksolian said without looking back. Until he suddenly stopped on his tracks.
“Anyway, catch.” Angert threw something over to him, and Meghill caught it with ease. Looking at the item in his hand, his eyes widened slightly. A Soul Ocarina. And not just any ordinary one.
It was the one that he gave to Nikki.
“This is Nikki’s…” He stood up, “What happened to her–”
“Now hold up. Before you get all worked up and start giving orders to search the whole Boneyard for her whereabouts, she’s fine. She’s at the Cultivarium with the children–” Angert shrugged his shoulders, “–safe and sound.”
Meghill went completely silent as he soaked the information in. Staring at the ocarina in his hand, he began to ponder. How did it end up in Angert’s possession?
Did Nikki lose it? The young woman didn’t come off as clumsy or forgetful from what he had seen of her.
Was it broken? Didn’t look like it.
“They why do you have–”
“–I think she got so invested playing with the children that she forgot to put it away after teaching them Ferry Song.” Angert cuts in, almost unapologetically so.
A small frown began to etch onto Meghill’s face and his eyes had those doubtful gaze within them when he turned to look at the dark, blue-haired Parksolian. Seeing that change of expression on the clan chief’s face, Angert swiftly made his way out.
“Anyhow, I’ll leave that ocarina in your hands. It’s better if it was you who brought it back to her instead of me~” The teasing tone did not escape Meghill’s hearing. At that point, it was obvious something was up.
“It’s ironic how you’re asking your own chief to work after all that talk about taking a break, Angert.”
“What’s that? I didn’t quite catch it! Got to run and focus back on my patrol!”
Watching Angert’s retreating figure until he was out of sight, Meghill shook his head in disapproval.
Speaking of patrol, the clan chief thought that this was a great opportunity to do the same. And it happened to align with his plan as he did have some business at the Cultivarium today. Along with Nikki’s Soul Ocarina in his possession, he decided that it was the perfect time to set out.
But before that, he should prioritize bringing the lost ocarina back to the owner first.
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For once, the ever composed Meghill; the most calm and collected clan chief of the Parksolians, was so close to letting out one of the most disappointed and heavy sighs he would ever muster. But fortunately, he still had his restraints, especially because it was not supposed to be directed to the ones standing in front of him.
“So what you’re saying is...it just disappeared from where you left them?”
“Yeah, and the weird thing is, only Nikki’s Soul Ocarina went missing. The other kids also left their own ocarina back at the Cultivarium but they were still there where we left them, completely untouched! It’s so weird.” Momo’s concerned tone was not left unheard.
Meghill couldn’t blame him for that. Who wouldn’t? The fact that it happened at the Cultivarium, which was constantly surrounded by many Parksolians, it was safe to say that it left them anxious.
“It’s okay, Momo. At least Meghill found it and brought it back to us,” Nikki smiled down to her little partner, showing the previously missing Soul Ocarina safe and secured in her hands.
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess so…” the little white cat slumped his shoulder in relief, until he suddenly straightened himself back up with a scowl on his face, “But who would actually just steal your ocarina in the first place!?”
“I’m…not so sure about that myself too, Momo.” It was evident that Nikki wasn’t comfortable in pointing fingers on who the culprit could be. Not to mention, there were many scholars and young Parksolians around. Surely none of them would have the heart to commit such acts, nor even if it was done as a harmless prank.
“Speaking of which,” Nikki turned to face the clan chief, “How did it end up on you, Meghill?”
The white-haired Parksolian pondered on how to respond. In all honesty, Meghill had already suspected that Angert might have played a role in this. He was daring enough to make excuses and flee from the responsibility, just so that he didn’t have to be the one to send it back to the young woman. What’s even more audacious was that he forced his own chief to go out on his behalf.
Though the intention behind the action remains a mystery, the clan chief decided that it was best to not even mention his friend’s involvement in this.
“Someone brought it to me, saying that the ocarina looked similar to the ones I’ve had as a spare before I gave it to you.” Meghill answered so confidently that Nikki couldn’t even find herself to doubt him.
“I see. I guess that does make sense,” she nodded her head, completely persuaded with little to no hesitation.
“So, that’s it? It was all just a…misunderstanding?” Momo pondered out loud, rubbing the back of his head as if contemplating if it was really just because of some simple ’misunderstanding’, if they could even call it that in the first place.
“I was just as surprised when they stopped by to give me her Soul Ocarina. But I assure you, that if there’s even a slight act of malice or ill intent towards Nikki or you, they will have to answer to me,” Meghill said with a stern tone, “And if you want, I can look into this matter myself if it means to reassure that you are safe as long as I’m around.”
“No, no, there’s no need for that, Meghill,” Nikki quickly dismissed the idea, “I’m sure it’s as you’ve said, someone might have thought the ocarina is really yours and never knew you had given it to me. And…”
He noticed the sudden pause, “What’s wrong?”
Nikki seemed hesitant and had that worried gaze on her face whenever she looked at him. In fact, she had been doing it ever since he arrived.
“Nikki,” Meghill approached the young woman, his tone soft and gentle, “If there’s anything bothering you, you can tell me. I will do my best to help you.”
Nikki remained silent as she stared at the white-haired Parksolian. Their eyes locked for a while, and at that moment, it felt as if she was searching for something within his gaze. Not long after, her lips broke into a small smile as she shook her head in response to his offer.
“It’s okay, Meghill. It’s just that I…” The words were dragged as Nikki twiddled with her thumbs and her eyes cast down onto the ground before facing him once more, “...I was just thinking back to what Angert had said earlier when he stopped by, and I guess he was right.”
He blinked, confused by this individual suddenly coming into the picture, “You met Angert?”
The young woman nodded her head, “He said he was patrolling nearby and saw us. We talked for a while until he brought up the topic about you. Things like overworking yourself, and never taking a break.”
Momo also added in, “He said everyone was worried that you were pushing yourself too much and wished you would just take care of yourself first before taking in other’s concern and problems into your hands.”
Meghill could feel a headache formed in his head. He should have known that this was something Angert would pull off if he was serious about it. But involving Nikki and Momo into this was too much. And just for once, he let out a soft, low sigh.
“I apologize if Angert had said something that caused you to be concerned for my wellbeing. But I assure you, I’m fine. This is all just part of my duty, especially after everything that happened recently,” he said. Though he said it with calm composure, it was not enough to dismiss the unease on the duo's face, especially from Nikki.
“Please, cast your worries aside. Like I’ve said, Parksolian are known for their persistence. No amount of work could ever bring me down,” he reassured her but it wasn’t enough to fully convince the pink-haired young woman.
“But you’ve done so much already. I’m worried if you keep this up, you’ll end up carrying more than you should, and eventually, it’ll come back to hurt you, Meghill.”
“Nothing I haven’t handled before,” he responded, firm and unwavering. And that was all it took for Nikki to understand that there was nothing else that could change his mind.
“If you’ll excuse me, Nikki, Momo. I have matters to discuss with the scholars here. Plus, I wouldn’t want to hold you off longer than needed, lest you have other plans to do.”
The duo looked at each other and nodded their heads. As they bid each other goodbye, Meghill saw the hesitant look in Nikki’s eyes before they parted ways. Somehow, deep down, he felt bad for making her worried. This wasn’t something he wanted her to be concerned about. And he hoped it stayed that way.
Not long after he had finished his business at the Cultivarium, he proceeded with his patrol along the Blue Pools, and even visited the Soul Observatory for a follow-up status on their research as well as doing his part of studying the symptoms of Soulrift. One would look and be in awe of his diligence, but seeing him coming over almost everyday and drowning himself in his work, it almost felt pitiful.
But to Meghill, it was simply his duty as the clan chief.
The sky was dark by the time he left the Soul Observatory. Grey clouds hovered above, taunting with its presence that soon enough, it will release its rain down on them. Fortunately, Meghill had done his job around these parts.
And all that’s left was to head back to Great Lumieville.
Just as he was on his way back, Meghill received a notification on his Pear-Pal. Much to his surprise, Nikki had sent a few messages to him.
‘Sorry to bother you, Meghill.’
‘I suddenly remembered something and I thought I needed to tell you about it.’
‘I was wondering, if you’re free right now…’
Meghill stopped in his tracks, and waited for the last message to appear.
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