Kyoya Having Shiptease With Literally Everyone

if you are willing. Please expand more upon the hikaru/haruhi/kaoru dynamic

This is going purely off of the manga; the anime never gets this far so if you’ve only seen the show then this answer probably wont make much sense. But the chapters between Kaoru’s realization of his own feelings for Haruhi, up to his decision to step back & let his brother pursue her instead, and the way he goes about communicating those thoughts to Hikaru in the most convoluted manner possible; I find those scenes to be some of the most captivating in the series. Hikaru and Kaoru have a toxic codependent relationship to begin with, and it all comes to a catastrophic head before it gets better. But it could only get better in part because Haruhi did not feel the same way about Kaoru as he felt about her. While Kaoru, Hikaru, and Tamaki all behave as though Haruhi’s affections are something malleable, something that can be won, they are absolutely not. Haruhi is in love with the person she loves, regardless of anything anyone else does, and that person is Tamaki.

So because of this, I always wonder what would have happened if the person Haruhi happened to so resolutely fall for was Kaoru. If that were the case, then she would have loved him regardless of his willingness to step aside. What then would become of the relationship between Kaoru & Hikaru? Like I mentioned before they are already in a toxic codependent relationship that comes to a head when Kaoru takes Haruhi on a (semi-fake) date. How much longer & greater would the friction be then, if Haruhi had reciprocated? How much worse would the fallout be? Kaoru has been the most important person in Hikaru’s life for his entire existence. Unlike his late-stage rivalry with Tamaki, Kaoru is someone he can’t walk away from when things go sour, even temporarily. It would be torturous for him to see Kaoru and Haruhi together. And it would be torturous for Kaoru to be in this position as well, with no possible answer that wouldn’t hurt both Hikaru and Haruhi in the process. I do believe that the twins would eventually make up and come together again, but it would be a much longer & more painful process than what happens canonically, both between them & between Hikaru & Tamaki, because of how tightly interwoven the twins are with each other.

Haruhi and Tamaki playing with sparklers 💕

They make me so happy 🧡

Haruhi, Haruhi, I just saw the most horrible thing! I was just posting photos of us to Instagram-- but Haruhi, you look so cute in them! Don't be mad at me, I just want everyone to see how cute you are...but I saw this video on Instagram, and Haruhi it was just awful! There was this ginger cat and he had a ginger cat wife-- well it was OBVIOUSLY his wife! They had rings and everything! Haruhi, they were cartoon cats, don't change the subject! But Haruhi, he went working all day at the cat offices-- yes, he has his own business and everything-- and she went to the gym and, Haruhi it was just awful! She had a (dramatic whisper) affair with her gym instructor-- Haruhi, I don't think "why are the cats at the gym" is the focus here! Perhaps cats too care about staying young and beautiful! What matters is this horrible story! And Haruhi, she becomes (covert glance around) with child. YES, KITTENS!!! And then, Haruhi, it was so awful, the cats are in the grocery store and she EXPLODES! Where did I-- Haruhi I saw it on INSTAGRAM, can you focus on my story! And they rush her to the hospital-- no it's not a VET-- and she has a kitten but the kitten isn't ginger, Haruhi, it's not even his kitten! And she EXPLODED! In the commoner cat grocery store! And and Haruhi stop laughing at me, the cat reminded me of Kyoya because he's always working too and Haruhi what if he DOES get married and then his wife has an AFFAIR and then EXPLODES! Wh-- I SAW IT ON INSTAGRAM, HARUHI

I forgot to ever post about it but I gave Kaoru a carriage…

AWWWW cc is so precious <3 (can u tell hes my fav)

merry christmas eve from the afton family! 🎄

realized I've never drawn my afton family altogether that much (to be fair my au fic already starts at Evan being dead lmao), so I wanted to change that! sorry that the quality isn't top notch like the rest of my pieces, i just lined and colored this on my phone with my thumb LMAO.

inspired/reference;

beating, not still

— sylus slips into bed with you in the middle of his day to calm the specter that haunts you

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: sy’s chest has been thru the wringer so i wanted to show it some love. accidentally made myself sad writing this. something quick & cute, i’ll edit punctuation & caps in the morning hehe. enjoy! ❀-urs

sylus x reader | angst, fluff, mentions of killing, hurt/comfort, softsyloo

“you like that spot.” sylus murmurs, voice like caving ground and a simmering fire. his large hand comes up to brush your hair out of your face. warm like a furnace. through the curtain, you meet his sleepy gaze.

your lips press against his bare chest, just the tiniest tilt to the right of his sternum. he smells of clean soap, spice and something inherently him— crisp and familiar. the brush of your lips on his skin as you speak makes him shiver, ripples of sensation shooting through his nerves like fire. “good morning.”

“beloved,” he purrs, hauling you up by your shoulders to meet your lips in a tender kiss. “did you sleep well?”

you nod out of instinct. but you were awake in the middle of the night for a reason. he slipped in for a midday nap with you because of something you’d been doing in your sleep.

“are you sure?” he whispers, more sympathetically as he trails his thumb down the line of salt your tears left behind. he kisses your forehead tenderly, “Tell me.”

you turn away, crawling back down to his chest and planting your chin there as a silent protest. “i dont remember.”

he considers you— if you were being stubborn or secretive or brave yet again. but with the way you were trailing your fingers down the middle of his chest, how your ear is so meticulously close to his heart, listening for a thrumming heartbeat that was present and not still— he had a feeling he knew what it was.

“angel.” he implores you, large hand coming to rest on the top of your head. “i’m here.”

your chest tightens. a vacuum pulling every bone inwards until they shatter and crash into the cavity. and you are helplessly trying to ground yourself, match your breathing with the constant badump badump badump of his heart.

“i know.” you squeeze the words out, holding your breath when you do. controlling the amount you let out lest you let loose everything. “i know, sylus.”

“no, look at me.” his finger tilts your chin up from the spot. the spot he cherishes and the spot you despise. the spot you favor. the spot he kept protected until you. the spot where you pointed the gun, and where he pulled the trigger with your finger. the spot you hear his racing heartbeat. the spot you dug your sword into, and killed him the first time. once, a long time ago, relived in a dream.

he sees you. he sees every part of you in the darkness of your bedroom— and still you shine brighter than if all the stars in the sky were to combust. he holds your gaze, because let him keel over and die again and again instead of see you in this pain. “come back to me.”

something inside you stirs— not quite pain, but something deeper, more primal and abstract. your soul, like it was beckoned to heel. to be still as another wraps itself around it. to hold on to its other half that submits itself and never let go.

“i’m a monster.” you finally confess, shattering like glass, all too conscious of staining his palms red. of hurting him. of being foolish enough to take him away from you again.

his lips press into the skin above your brow— his favorite spot. his teeth graze it as he murmurs, “that’s not true.”

“sylus—“ you begin to argue, but he silences you with a kiss. you blink, but don’t let it deter you. “i hurt you.”

“have i ever complained?”

“dont do that.” because how could he not care? how could he look at you with such a loving gaze you do not deserve? how could he forgive you as easily as breathing?

he frowns and then studies your face. “you’re right. you have hurt me.”

and somehow that is worse. of course it is worse. your bottom lip trembles. his thumb comes to rest on the delicate flesh lightly. “my soul hurts with you. when you are in pain, so am I.”

his fingers dance down your spine and hook beneath one thigh. there, he pulls you up to his eye-line. your head rests on his bicep as he presses his forehead against yours. “so listen to me when I say you are the furthest thing from who you are in your nightmares.

“and if you are a monster, then so am I.” he rasps.

his heart races under your palm, his own hand spreading your fingers over his chest. “you’ve never hurt me alone. i’ve always been there to do it with you.”

“If you couldn’t heal—“ you start.

“Then I would have broken all my bones crawling back to you.” he vows.

“If you died—“

“I would have found you in the next life. And the next, and the next.”

“If you felt I hated you.” you hiccup, unable to hold back the tears. the thought of him believing for one second you felt anything but love for him devastated you beyond belief. His eyes fill with warmth as he lowers his tone.

“Then I would have done everything to remind you how much I love you.” He says steadily. “Don’t mourn over who we were, my heart.”

“We are here.” he says, kissing the tip of your nose. floating his lips over the lids of your eyes. “Come back to me and stay.”

ever patient, ever gentle and kind to you. he keeps you in his embrace until you calm, feathering the tip of his nose lightly up and down your cheek as he kisses each of your fingers.

you listen to his heart; to his steady breathing, swaying and cradling you like the push and pull of the tide. you listen to his words, turn them over and around in your head— once, twice, thrice— until they sink deep, deep in your heart. this truth settling like oil in your liquid thoughts.

he watches as you calm. and you melt back down his chest— to the spot where he found you.

“beloved?”

you kiss him there— over the invisible mark of the bullet and the sword and your hatred. what once was his undoing, but has always been his strength. the hand that killed him now holds him tightly, tenderly. lovingly and achingly so.

this is your promise to him— to undo all that was done.

to return. to love. to stay.

his face is almost feverish when you cradle it. his content smirk a charming twitch beneath your thumb as his eyes close at your touch.

your cheek to his chest, iron to a magnet— natural, inevitable. finally, you smile— small, but sincere. enough for him. “i like this spot.”

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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I have always liked this part in the anime opening.

It's so satisfying seeing Kyoya bowing down to Haruhi.

Hell yeah! Bow down to your queen Shadow King

I recently got reunited with my Japanese Ouran mangas and flipped to this:

And while my Japanese has gotten rusty, this made me laugh

Tamaki: …Sankyu (Thank you, katakana English)

Kyoya: You’re welcome.

The word for ‘you’re welcome’ in Japanese is what Kyoya used (Douitashimashite) however it is generally discouraged to use in response to ‘thank you’ as it can be perceived as rude. With that, I think Kyoya’s energy around his word choice was probably “you’re welcome you lovable idiot”

And in the English manga this little cultural context piece gets dropped, which is a bummer but maybe it’ll motivate me to get back into my Japanese practice?

Barty and Evan: *Maniac giggling*

Regulus: How high are you guys?

Barty: No! Reggie, baby! It's 'Hi how are you guys'

Evan: Reggie baby, how much did you smoke?

Dorcas: Reggie baby is gonna gut you like a fish

Young Anarka

I dunno… Like

Her past intrigued me the most out of all the adult characters, and I can't understand her mix with Jagged. Like, he cheated on her and she got pregnant? They had an open relationship? Or did they only share intimacy? Why did she never tell her kids about their father? And why didn't their father pay child support lmao…