Posting This Separately So I Know People Actually See This

Posting this separately so I know people actually see this

Poorly drawn twisted wonderland quotes cuz I wanted to draw, but it was also 5 am and I hadn't slept

⛓Nanbaka⛓

General Staff

👑Sauzando Shin

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🎙Hitokoe Mitsuru

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🍱Shiro

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Building 1

🐰Ichijou Tamato

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🔩#01396 Zakuro

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🍓#0117 Hina

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Building 2

🐱Nimaijita Mao

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🐯Nikaidou Taiga

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🐆Nikaidou Kotetsu

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🐈#0235 Mike

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🐅#02106 Tora

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🐈‍⬛#0287 Hachi

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Building 3

🦚Mitsuba Kiji

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💄Ahato

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❤#0382 Honey

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🔧#0303 Trois

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🌸#03320 Haru

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🍁#03922 Aki

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Building 4

🐶Yozakura Kenshirou

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💅🏻Suguroku Hitoshi

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🔥#04634 Musashi

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Building 5

🐒Gokuu Samon

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🐗Hakkai Inori

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📿Sanzou Houzuki

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🦖Daisen Youriki

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🌺Daisen Kokoriki

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📦Daisen Rokuriki

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🦎Gojou Ruka

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🗻#05900 Gokuu Enki

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🐉#0502 Liang

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🌿#0517 Qi

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🙏#0558 Upa

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#0508 Hachiman

Building 6

☠Damien

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🗝Vi

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🦇#0689489 Hakushaku

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📢#06262 Tsumuji

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🪴#06810 Baio

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⚙#061066 Toroichiru

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🍩Nanairo Nijimasu

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🔴#0727 Nina

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🔵#0737 Mina

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🟡#0747 Shina

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🐍Orochi Yamada

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🐬Mizuki Tanaka

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🐡#08109 Rokurajin Murakami

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🌷#081486 Ishal

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Building 9

🦊Kyuubi Koinosuke

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✝️#0944 Sith

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Building 10

🦨Jubaco Tatsumi

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⚡#1030 Dhi

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🪐Rianni Ju-Ichigo

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🌌#1124 Yupiter

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🏜Scara B Kepri

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🕌#12716 Nile

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🛖#12316 Mummy

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🦍Suguroku Hajime

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💪🏻Godai Yamato

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⭐Tanabata Seitarou

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🔓#1315 Jyuugo

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🎲#1311 Uno

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🍽#1369 Rock

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📺#1325 Nico

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🥷#1399 Tsukomu

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♨️#13243 Fuji-San

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🏞#13932 Kusatsu

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so your q&a link is broken for me but did u delete some of your older hcs?

Thanks for pointing it out. I fixed the link issue

It might still come up with some links, I'm already on it to fix them

Yes, I did delete some. I didn't deem them written well enough

You can send an ask requesting the hcs you're missing. I can redo them then

I absolutely love this, thank you for sharing

Rush

//i may continue this as a slowburn fic with more chapters//

no trigger warnings, maybe just feitan being his own warning

Now you were definitely lost. You clutched the steering wheel and let out a loud grunt. The navigation gave up on you an hour ago. Unbeknownst to you how, the thing’s screen just went black with a slight buzz. Completely on its own. 

Okay, maybe you were partly at fault there. Mashing the buttons just to stop it from being frozen definitely did not help it. Well there might be more to the story – like for example, when you threw it on the backseat of your car. Maybe those anger management classes your therapist advised were not totally a bad idea. 

Though you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place if your junk of a car had a built in navigation. But it was hard to put the fault at the car, after all, it was everything you had. Everything you owed. You said you wanted to get away from your life – your family, overly toxic relationships, all that stress and expectations you struggled to meet. Travel god knows where without any idea or a plan. But somehow you could never travel without a destination set in your navigation. You found it hard to just start the engine and drive, to not think about what comes next. 

Noticing a traffic sign saying that a gas station is nearby on your way, you decided your next course of action. Again, you were choosing a destination, a goal, making a plan or schedule for you to go by. You blamed the absence of your spontaneity on your upbringing. It’s still hard for you to break the habit. But you can’t help but to listen to the logical part of your brain saying that you are at least going to need a map if not a whole new navigation. Besides, you were getting hungry. There’s no helping that.

Turning the direction indicators on you moved to the lane on your right ready to drive in the station. Feeling collision you harshly stepped on the brake almost throwing yourself through the front window. There definitely was something black and pale that just flew ahead of your car. It couldn’t have been a person right?  You weren’t going crazy just now right? You could swear that the speed it appeared, whatever it was, in front of your car was inhuman. Or were your reflexes just slowed down due to exhaustion? With your breathing picking up due to panic, you start to shake. You barely see anything through your watery eyes as you try to shakingly get out of the car. 

Whatever it was, you have to check. 

Holding onto your car for dear life you hurried in front to check. But there was nothing. No black piece of clothing, no blood, no person. You missed a few breaths as you hurriedly started checking your surroundings. There was nothing you could see that wasn’t already there before. The motorway you drove off. The somewhat bleak scenery. Cloudy weather with no sun soon in sight. As if it was just a fruit of your imagination. Delusion of your tired self. You decided that it’s probably for the better if you stay in the parking lot of the gas station for the night and try to get yourself together. 

You jumped as you heard the honking of a car that you accidentally blocked. Red in the face you hurried back and drove off to park your car. You weren’t exactly low on gas and now you were far too embarrassed to go tank your car among the people you just annoyed by your reckless behavior. Besides you need a second to actually catch your breath. 

Besides three other cars, the parking lot behind the station was almost deserted. Even though you should be happier about sleeping with less strangers around, it somewhat had an eerie undertone to it. You didn’t feel comfortable being this alone. 

Turning of the engine you slumped down your seat and let a deep breath out. No other cars behind you seem to have seen anything that you did. At least no one cared enough to point it out and alarm everyone about the situation. Maybe it really was just your own mind playing games with you. You didn’t feel like you have been awake for that long to be tired enough to see things. 

You heard quiet squeaking outside your car. Mice? No, it sounded like leather rubbing against the surface of the car. Hiding behind your seat, you searched your pockets. You kept a pocket knife on your person for all kinds of situation. Reaching in deeper, the only thing you could find were old receipts you forgot to trash away. No sign of your weapon. 

“Shit.”

Where was it? You shakingly started searching floor of your car. You couldn’t have lost it right? It was your only means of self-defense. Now you even hear footsteps closing in. That’s definitely a person. You turn the engine back on and whatever you heard seems to have fled. Turning it off again, you quickly get out of the car. 

But there was nothing. Nothing. No human being would be able to get away so fast. You checked under the car. There really was just nothing. Checking your pockets, you found your knife again. You were far too tired. It was probably just all in your mind.

Right?

You have to buy something to eat. You have been abusing your own health far too much. Walking to the station, your surroundings feel lot more peaceful. The cold air burning into your skin. Leaves rustling all around you. Cars rushing by. No more suspicious phenomena’s creeping up on you.

Still, you felt oddly unsafe. 

You kept your head low as you walked into the store. You did not want to see any of the angry people you blocked with your car earlier. 

“Sir, will you please stop unpacking that first aid kit before paying!”

From behind the shelves, you heard the young girl’s voice who you presumed work at the station. She was pulling onto a shorter person who seemed to not respond to her cries. You froze on the spot. That black fabric, that pale skin peeking from behind it. You recognized right away from the earlier car accident. 

It was no illusion. You actually ran someone over.

“I’ll pay for it.”

You definitely did not think anything through before saying that. But ultimately it was most likely your fault that this stranger was injured. Despite their strange behavior, you had to help.

“Thank god! I don’t know what my boss would have done if he knew I let someone steal something again…”

The girl almost fell into your arms crying. Though you thought that her manager probably would not mind if she let this one slide and helped to treat the injured. While she was telling you almost her whole life story, you examined the strange person before you. 

Upon closer look you noticed that he’s a guy with rather a short stature. He did not seem to pay attention to any of you two. His coat was wrinkled and torn, you could see some blood stains along the leather. Knee-high shoes were completely covered in dirt and something you did not dare to identify. Half of his face was  covered by a bandana with a skull motive. And the rest of his face… Well, you couldn’t really see as it was covered by his messy raven black hair.

He grabbed his coat and started to take it all off along with his shirt over his head. You saw the cashier freak out. And frankly, you were freaking out right now too. The more you looked at him, the more wounds and blood you saw. 

“Please! Stop!”

You grabbed his arm and he halted all his movement. A pair of cold angry eyes stared at you through the hair. You froze on the spot. Just a look made you realize how dangerous the man standing mere centimeters next to you is. It was too hard to look him in the eyes. It felt like he was skinning you alive, you rather averted your gaze.

“I’ll help you… But let’s not do this here. Let’s go somewhere more private. Like the bathrooms… Alright?” 

“Private?”

He turned completely to you and raised an eyebrow. You realized the kind of connotations your suggestion might have had. Redness coming onto your face, you kept telling yourself to calm down. This was a strange dangerous and injured man who you might have hit with your car. 

“Sure.” He suddenly complied tearing out of your grasp walking towards the bathrooms. Walking slowly, turning back making sure you were following him. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this choice later. Your stranger-danger alarm was going off violently in your head. 

His figure disappears within the men’s bathroom and as much as this situation makes you uncomfortable, you follow him inside. Sudden force pushes you to the wall and before you can even realize, his inhumanely sharp nails are threatening to slice your throat. 

You forget to breath. How does even breathing works at this point? Sincerely – you have no idea. Forced to look into his cold eyes, you almost feel like crying. They are beautiful in a terrifying way – colorless and bone chilling. 

“Your deal?”

It’s almost as if he doesn’t talk but hisses. You feel the nails digging into your skin painfully slow. He’s so close his hair almost touches your face and you can feel his quiet breathing.

“I’m so sorry I ran you over!” 

You blurt out and close your eyes preparing for the worst.

“I’ll do anything so please don’t kill me!”

Peeking behind your eyelashes, you test the waters. It almost seems like he’s laughing at you. Second after that you are released falling to his knees on the cold dirty bathroom tiles. You can breathe again. Your heart is beating as if you just ran a marathon. This felt too surreal. 

He steps back and starts shedding his clothes. If you couldn’t tell from his strength before, now you could see his muscular body. Due to his baggy attire it was rather hard to tell at first glance. Deep slashes and cuts were littered across his pale skin, some older some newer than others. You could see that he tried to patch himself up at most places and that even if he did a good job, there were some wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach or take care of well. This is where you can make yourself useful. You have some medical knowledge from the days back before you abandoned everything.

Picking up yourself from the floor you unpack the kit. You can feel his stare on your back. Thankfully he kept on his pants – you weren’t in that type of danger. He lifts himself up to sit on the row of sinks and leans back against the mirrors. If he weren’t so wary of you, you could swear he would pass out of exhaustion right before your eyes. For a moment he almost seemed vulnerable. 

“I thought you someone else.”

He explained in his broken way of speaking. You didn’t expect of him to give you an actual explanation, why he attacked you – till now you didn’t even think he saw you as a person. At first you were to him like a mouse or a little ant he could squash any minute. Now you were another human being. You start working on his injuries making sure not to touch him too much. Any move could possibly agitate him again and then it would be over for you. 

“Can I ask… If it wasn’t me who did these injuries – then who?”

It may have been a bold move to ask him that. 

“Dead people.”

You stop and look up to him. Looking into his eyes seems much more easier now. Maybe you are getting more comfortable with him – perhaps too comfortable for the situation. 

“Maybe… Maybe I’d rather not know.”

Under your fingertips you can feel his body vibrate from his laugh. Though it’s more like a screech than a laugh, it makes the corners of your lips lift up too. No matter how odd the situation may have seemed, you felt oddly at peace. The adrenaline that ran through your veins just a moment ago gave you a feeling of rush, perhaps the one you were searching for. 

You resume your work.

“Feitan.”

“Hm?”

“My name.”

Strange feelings of excitement overcome you and even though you know that giving your name to a stranger covered in blood is a dumb idea, you decide to do so anyway. You give him your name and seal the acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“Nice to meet you, Feitan.”

Hiiii!! I was wondering if you could make some Mystic Messenger x Reader headcanons were the s/o usses age regression/little space as a copping mecanism. I would like the characters to be Jumin Han and 707, if that's ok with you. Also, male pronouns for reader.

The situation could be, like, how would they react to that and all... Please!

Sorry if I didn't explain myself properly, English is not my first language and the translator is trash...

Love your headcanons, btw! <3

Heyyy

Sorry, I have absolutely no knowledge on this topic, so I'm unfit to write anything about it

-do u take multiple requests, or just one?

One request and one fandom per ask!

If you have multiple requests, you can send them in individual asks.