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genderfluid-culture-iss · 3 months

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for the baby genderfluid tips!!

this could just be me lmao, but DO NOT donate your fem clothes if you feel masc for longer than usual. or vice versa.

keeping a gender journal is something that can be really helpful to actually look back on and see how it changes (and also have proof of fluidity for when you begin to think "hmm actually im just a trans girl. nothing else." no, you probably aren't. you felt completely boy/nonbinary/etc just a month ago, and thats okay.)

basically it can be really hard to embrace that your gender is not static, especially if your gender stays stable for a slightly longer period. it took me so long to stop rotating between "im a girl always" "no, im a boy always" "actually, im nonbinary always" to just admit im genderfluid.

also, make genderfluid content. you don't have to show it to anyone, but sometimes it can really help to make poetry or art or write a story about being fluid and your experience in particular. i have an easy avenue for this since i write fanfiction (haven't published any of it yet lmao) and i just hit my favorite characters with my genderfluid beam and go nuts

follow people who are genderfluid, read genderfluid books, maybe join a genderfluid discord server (there are barely any, so actually maybe make one), try to make genderfluid friends. you are not alone, even though it sometimes feels that way.

if you have plushies or anything similar, make them genderfluid. i have a genderfluid squishmallow who i use she/they pronouns for, and a little husky that switches between he/she. idk it just helps sometimes lol

some of us change gender daily, or multiple times a day. some of us change gender only a couple times a year, or even less. we're all different and that's fine.

tips for presentation:

if you have a day when you can't figure out gender, go neutral clothing-wise

take little things to ease dysphoria if you switch when you're out somewhere (ex. lipgloss, eyeliner, leather bracelet, etc)

if you can, get pronoun pins. seriously, get pronoun pins (or a colored bracelet for subtlety or if you're not out). you can wear multiple at a time, you can switch them whenever you need to. you aren't a burden if your pronouns change. you don't have to stick to they/them to be easy for people.

if you can, get a versatile hairstyle that you can make suit your gender no matter what. if you cant, try to get a hairstyle that makes you the least dysphoric overall.

if you are organized enough, separate your clothes based on gender/what you feel comfy wearing on different days. do not pressure yourself to fit stereotypes. some people can only feel comfortable in skirts when theyre boys, so they only wear skirts on boy days. do what works for you.

it's kinda complicated, but if you can expand your vocal range to sound more fem or masc depending on how you feel, it can help. alternatively, vocal train to make it more androgynous.

keep makeup wipes with you in case you need to take it off part way through being out. basically, make it as easy as possible to be able to change/tweak your presentation if necessary.

this could just be me, but having lots of hoodies in different colors and styles will save your life

sometimes you might have "blender days", which is what i call it when your gender feels like its in a blender in a bad way and you can't tell at all what it is, everything feels wrong, it's changing like every 10 minutes, etc. tbh on these days all i can do is put on sweats and a hoodie and feel dysphoric. listen to music if it helps. do a hobby.

non-clothing items can help a lot. a blue tshirt and jeans can be whatever you want it to be based on what you wear it with. (ex. sneakers/ballet flats, leather bracelet/sparkly necklace, baseball cap/eyeliner)

and lastly: YOU ARE AMAZING. keep being you, keep being incredible, and know that being genderfluid is a gift. be proud to be who you are, have fun, know that you are unique and special and wonderful!! we're ever-changing, and that's awesome. you are precious. i love you.

🩷🤍💜🖤💙

dont wanna link my tumblr, but my name is kiley if you want to attach a name to this!

Okay this is a lot more than I was expecting LMAO /pos

Thank you so much for this Kiley <33 I’ll start working on a masterpost with links to all this.

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dancingdonatello · 5 months

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HI ITS 🦆 ANON THE ONE WHO MADE AN AO3 CUZ OF YOU! AND YES I DID MEAN REQS I JUST CANT TYPE FOR SHIT 💀

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE VILLIAN!TURTLES HEADCANONS?

LIKE DONNIE AND MIKEY MIGHT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY DRAXUM, AND DRAXUM NUTURED DONNIES LOVE FOR SCIENCE OR SMTH AND MIKEY MYSTIC POWERS WERE TRAINED BY DRAXUM TOO

AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

IDK ABOUT RAPH BUT YEAH!

BASICALLY THEY'RE RAISED TO HATE HUMANS, BUT THEN AFTER MEETING/ENCOUNTERING Y/N THEIR PERSPECTVIE CHANGES (ATLEAST ON THE READER)

MAYBE LIKE WRITE ABOUT THEIR VEIW ON THE READER, AND MAYBE THEY INVITE THE READER OVER TO THEIR HOME, OR MAYBE EVEN TELLING THEIR VILLAIN PAERNTS THEY LIKE A HUMAN, OR ALL 3!!!-

IM SORRY I JUST GET SO HYPED SEEING YOUR WORK AND I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE AND I JUST SAW ONE OF YOUR POSTS AND STIMMING AND KICKING MY FEET AND OVERALL JUST AKSJDHKJFHFKJH

ANYWAY THX FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS AND TYPE IT IF YOU DO! FEEL FREE TO PUT THIS ON PAUSE OR JUST DELETE IT

MAKE SURE TO DRINKS LOTS OF WATER, AND EAT! AND CHECK WHAT TIME IT IS, DONT WANNA FUCK UP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE ANYMORE THAN IT IS LMAO!!!

AND STRETCH YOUR WRISTS BESTIE

🦆 anon @duckanon

<3 <3 luv u duck anon.

villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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hii so i wanted to know if you could do a frat boy harry who’s a hockey player and reader who’s a figure skater. and it’s like enemies to lovers type of thing like rivals.

idk how to feel about this one...but here you go!

Part 2

You positioned your arms in the correct position, taking some deep breaths before the music began. The opening chords sounded—a lilting, breathy harp—and when you were ready, you bent down gracefully, and started the routine you'd been perfecting for months.

Your skates glided across the ice, your body letting the music move you through each trick. Nothing else existed for the next two and a half minutes. Drowning out every single distraction was the only way to achieve perfection, in your mind.

The music finally stopped as you skated back to the center to land in your final position. Your breathing was heavy, but you tried your hardest not to let it show. The routine needed to appear effortless, and panting like you'd just run a marathon would give the opposite effect.

There was light applause from some of the other girls you skated with after you left the center of the rink, but otherwise it was still fairly quiet. That is, until Harry showed up.

“Oh, come on, Princess, you can do better than that!”

“Suck my dick, Harry!”

“I’d rather suck on something else, love, you know that. But only if you let me.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t look over at him once, knowing that would only give him more satisfaction.

Harry Styles was the captain of your school’s hockey team. He was the best goalie in the state, had an excellent record, had his pick of any NHL team from coast to coast, could even be selected for the Olympic team next year. He was one of the most popular guys at your school, students and professors alike wrapped around his finger, but to you he was just a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch.

You skated at the same university, but instead of holding a stick and getting into fights and shoving opponents against plexiglass, you performed. Your competitions weren't so barbaric. You were a figure skater, an excellent one at that. Not that anyone at your school really cared. If it wasn’t aired on the a big sports network, it wasn't worth talking about. It didn't matter that you were a world class figure skater, or that you were mastering tricks that only the best skaters in the world merely considered putting in their routines. It didn't matter that you'd won competition after competition. You weren’t praised for your flawless technique or your effortless grace the way that Harry was praised for blocking an impossible shot. Statistically speaking, you technically had a better record than Harry did as far as victories went, but as history has shown, boys always got more recognition.

It didn’t bother you that Harry and his teammates were more popular than you, that wasn’t your issue. The problem was that it went straight to their heads. They lorded their talent over everyone like they were God’s gift to humankind. It drove you insane, and the fact that you all practiced and trained at the same rink made it that much worse.

You skated back to the center of the rink again, more laser focused than ever now that you knew Harry was watching. The only good thing that came out of his assholish ways was that it drove you to work ten times harder. When the music started, you could feel his eyes watching your every move, but you let it fuel you. You didn't just achieve perfection, you were perfection. And where you might have bobbled a landing last go around, this time you stuck it without a hitch.

“Yeah! That’s my girl!” Harry whistled, the sound of his hands clapping bouncing off the pretty much empty rink.

At that, you turned and glared at him, only to see him smiling and wiggling his eyebrows at you. Everything about him irritated you to the highest degree, from the self-satisfied smirk to the way his dark curly hair fanned out beneath his backward baseball cap, the one that rarely left his head unless he was wearing his goalie helmet. The most annoying thing about him was how cute he was. If he wasn’t such a dick you actually might be interested.

Before you could reply with a snide remark, your coach walked over to where Harry was pressed up against the rim of the rink. “Stop distracting my skaters, Styles!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Harry called, but he didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. Winking at you, he walked off, taking his hat off for a moment to run a hand through his hair before putting it back on again.

Shaking Harry off, you finished the rest of your training in peace. It went pretty quick, which was why Harry was there in the first place. Once you and your friends got out of your skates and changed into regular clothes in the locker room, you were all on your way to the parking lot.

“I swear he’s into you or something,” Kate, one of your best friend said when she saw Harry waiting by your car, a couple of his friends/teammates with him.

“As he should, but it’s never gonna happen,” you said.

Kate nudged you. “Why? I mean he’s annoying as fuck, but he’s the hottest guy at our school. And I’ve heard he’s, like, you know, good in bed.”

“Ugh, not you too, Kate,” you groaned, though you weren’t all that surprised she was playing devil’s advocate. She went to the dark side a few months ago when one of the other boys on the hockey team asked her to to some fraternity dance and had been together ever since. “And for the record, no one our age is actually ‘good.’ According to my sister, it takes years of practice.”

“If you’re worried I don’t have any experience, you shouldn't. I have plenty of it, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes. “Your hand doesn’t count as experience, Harry,” you said, walking past him and his friends to put your things in the trunk of your car.

His friends all laughed and pushed him around, but you ignored all of it, waiting for them all to leave. From your vantage point, you saw Kate walk over to Harry and her boyfriend Zayn. She went over and gave him a hug, but you stayed where you were, not looking Harry in the eye.

“There’s a party tonight,” Zayn said to you and Kate. “You guys should come.”

Before you could say no, Kate spoke first. “Yeah, we’ll definitely be there.” After telling you that she’d be at your house to pick you up later, she and Zayn walked off, leaving you and Harry alone.

“I’m assuming you’re sticking around because you need a ride?” you asked, slowly inching forward.

Harry nodded, reaching his hand out to you. You took it reluctantly, letting him pull you closer. Once you were close enough, though, you couldn’t help yourself. You surged forward and kissed him, pressing your body against his. Harry was more than receptive, letting you take his baseball cap off and run your hands through his hair. His kiss set you on fire, and you hated how much you loved it.

“You have to stop doing that,” you said once Harry’s lips attached to your neck. You almost couldn’t get the words out because he knew exactly which spots made your breath hitch, but you managed.

“I thought we were supposed to be keeping up appearances,” he panted, speaking the words into your skin. “You’re the one who doesn’t want anyone to know we’re dating.”

“We’re not dating.” Your response was immediate. You expected Harry to stop his attack on your neck, but he didn’t. In fact, you felt him grin against you.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Screwing around with Harry was not something you expected. He was cocky and got on your nerves constantly. But he flirted with you just as often, and one day it just got to you. You dragged him into a closet at a party, and you’d been secretly doing whatever you were doing ever since.

“No one finds out, got it?” you whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whatever you want, Princess. We done talking now?”

So you were a thing. Friends with benefits. But not really friends because outside of closed doors Harry still pissed you off to no end. Rivals with benefits? No, that didn't have the same ring to it.

It didn't really matter, though. Even giving that much thought to the situation at hand was too much.

Harry slid into the passenger seat of your car after throwing his gear in the trunk. Giving him a ride wasn't something you foresaw after that first night you spent with him, but he didn't own a car and didn't live with his friends, and after he mentioned nearly getting jumped at a bus station, you offered to drive him home. Harry was a thorn in your side, but you weren't heartless.

His hand settled comfortably on your knee as you pulled out of the parking lot, his thumb moving back and forth along the soft material of your sweatpants.

“Don’t,” you warned.

“Don’t what?” Harry asked, though you didn't even have to look over to know he was smirking at you.

“Last time you tried something in the car we almost crashed”

“That’s because your eyes were closed. I'm completely innocent,” Harry reasoned.

“You had your fingers—”

“Now, now, Princess. Stay calm before you nearly kill us again.”

You groaned in sheer annoyance. At Harry's childishness, at yourself for letting his immaturity get to you. He knew just how to push your buttons, and you absolutely despised him for it.

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“Stay with me tonight.”

“I already told Kate—”

“Tell her you’re sick,” Harry interrupted, kissing your bare shoulder. “You didn’t even want to go in the first place. Just stay here.”

You wouldn't lie, staying in Harry's bed sounded much more appealing than holding a plastic cup of stale beer and shouting over music to be heard. Parties were never really your thing, but it was something to do on the weekends, so you went. But now Harry was presenting another option, though it was one that wandered beyond the boundaries of your arrangement.

“Don’t you think people might get the wrong idea if both of us don't show up?” you asked. You felt like you needed a reason to say no, and this was the best one you could come up with.

“Everyone thinks we hate each other,” Harry replied. His voice was raspy and slow, the way it got when he was tired. You weren't sure when you started to recognize little details like that, but now you did. “Come on. My roommate is gone for the weekend. We'd have the whole place to ourselves.”

“We’d probably kill each other,” you mused, though the idea did spark something in you.

“Maybe.”

His voice was muffled as his lips dragged across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One hand moved your hair to the side so he had better access to the spot just below your ear while the other traced lazy circles on your hip. You were tired, utterly spent really, but the sensation of Harry’s skin and the occasional nip of his teeth was hard to ignore. You leaned into his touch almost involuntarily, humming as his hands continued to dip and stroke apply pressure in the places he knew were your most sensitive.

“What were you gonna do at that party anyway?” he said. “Pretend to have a good time? Talk to guys who think they have a chance with you when they don't?”

“Who says they don't?” you asked, though it was mostly to egg Harry on. You didn't miss the glares pointed in your direction whenever you talked to other guys at parties. There weren't any kind of rules that the two of you abided by, but both of you were well aware of the fact that you weren't seeing anyone else. And Harry would always let you know how he felt about you flirting with other guys when he finally got you alone.

You'd hoped that your remark would set Harry's jealousy aflame and make him remind you how wrong you actually were. It was the kind of cat and mouse game you played often, but instead of responding the way he normally did, Harry did the oddest thing. He let go of you completely.

“Fine then. Go and have fun at your party.”

You were inexplicably cold as Harry's arms released their hold on you and he shuffled towards the edge of the bed so he wasn't touching you.

Totally and utterly surprised, you laid still, unsure of what was going on. Finally, you said, “Really?”

Harry shrugged as he pulled a book from his nightstand and opened it up, completely nonplussed. “If you think that anyone at that stupid party is going to measure up to me, then by all means,” he said, gesturing towards the bedroom door with his book.

Without another word, he went back to reading, leaving you virtually alone with your thoughts.

Something stirred in you. Guilt didn't feel like the right word, but you felt...kind of bad for making Harry feel that way, and even worse now that he wasn't paying attention to you. It was ludicrous, seeing as he drove you insane and you hated him, but at the moment, all you wanted to do was crawl over to him and have his attention again. At the very least to have him finish what he'd started.

So, perhaps against your better judgement, you did.

“I’m sorry,” you said, squishing your cheek against his shoulder and spreading your hand across his torso.

By now you didn't even have to look at him to know which tattoos you were tracing, so you kept your eyes on his face as your fingers traveled from the butterfly on his stomach down to the fern leaves on his hips. Up, down, lower, grazing until you got a reaction from him.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that,” he mumbled. His eyes were still on his book, but he had yet to turn a page, so you knew progress was being made.

You added kisses to the mix. All across his chest you kissed him, sucking a hickey right where his heart was. You could feel Harry's heart beat faster, but he still wouldn't look at you, which made your brows furrow with mild annoyance.

“Hmm. Now we're getting somewhere,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face, when your hand finally stopped teasing and got to work.

Still, it took another couple minutes of you practically groveling for him to finally look at you. His chest was flushed, but his face still remained as calm as ever. He'd hardly reacted at all to what you were doing, which made you want to please him that much more.

Pouting at him, you took the book out of his hands and chucked it across his bedroom, then placed one of his hands on you.

With one brow raised, Harry looked down at you. “You ready to behave?”

The logical part of your brain was saying this was madness. You hated how smug he was acting, how sure of himself he was. You were stroking his ego, and he was eating it up, something you never thought you would do voluntarily. But you wanted to, and you hated how much you loved it, loved having to work for it.

You nodded, leaning towards him. He would most likely never let you live this moment down, and you would have to exact some kind of revenge on him in the future, but all of that was far from your mind. The only thing you cared about was Harry's lips meeting your own as he pushed you back against the mattress, finally ready to give you both what you wanted.

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jacks347 · 2 months

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Would the listeners survive a zombie apocalypse? (In my slightly sarcastic, completely subjective opinion)

Idk man, I'm bored and got time to kill in church so here we are

(Tagging this is going to be a nightmare-)

(Edit from the future: It was. It really was.)

Redacted:

For sake of my sanity this isn't all the listeners, just the ones I'm still actively keeping up with (I'll get to the others...eventually)

Angel - Solid maybe. Out of all the unempowereds, definitely has one of the highest chances. But it would take an extreme streak of luck.

Babe - No...I'm sorry but no. Would be like one of those extras that you see eaten in the first minute of a horror movie.

Sweetheart - Probably. Can a zombie detect someone invisible? Sweetheart is smart enough to survive, they'll be fine.

Darlin - Yes if they have Sam to hold them back from sacrificing themself for the "greater good". No if they're left completely to their own devices.

Lovely - Depends on the version. Pre Adam, no. Pre Inversion, maybe? Post Inversion, definitely. Hard to die to a zombie apocalypse when you're a) already dead and b) literally immortal.

Treasure - Okay, I know Treasure is the newest addition to the roster and we haven't had a lot of time to see their personality develop but as of now? Yeah...no.

Freelancer - They'll do it on -3 hours of sleep simply out of spite. Freelancer has been through enough, they're just tired. They'd survive but begrudgingly.

Honey - Honey would survive out of spite and spite alone. Would definitely have that baseball bat from The Walking Dead.

GBA:

Guardian - ...you're kidding, right?

Darling - Yeah...no. Soft bby would never.

Faithful - Possibly? That stubborn attitude and medical abilities would help but has absolutely no combat training so ehhhhh, it depends.

Paradise - If she can break a pirate crew out of space Fort Knox and wrangle Yargwynn, a zombie apocalypse is pocket change. Paradise would own an apocalypse.

Partner - I swear I'll stop bullying the new additions. Once they're worth not bullying. The man made the zombie apocalypse, I guess we're gonna find out if he survives won't we? I'm not hopeful though.

Escaped:

Asset - No one in ATW even knows how to do basic math, the only way any of them survive is through sheer force of which they might actually be successful. So maybe.

Raven - Yes but she would have a mental breakdown about it so she would not be the same on the other side.

Slash - ...seriously?

Guest - Hm, a trained vampire slayer in a zombie apocalypse, I wonder what would happen! Obviously she'd be fine.

Intern - Entirely dependent on who they're trying to keep alive. If it's just them, probably. If it's them and the rest of their merry band of misfits, no.

Future Wife - You're funny. RIP my girl, no one will know her husband broke the fuckin timeline for some pancakes.

Agent Schäfer - Once the shock and panic wore off, yeah she'd be fine. Hope she doesn't get eaten during that freeze.

("Where's Lass?" When Desmond returns for more than five minutes, come talk to me about listening to Blue Infinity)

Nomad:

Pack Mom - Definitely. We already know she's a deadly shot and wasn't afraid to shoot a living person, a dead one would be fine. She will be perfectly fine.

Lass - Yes. Not with as much overwhelming power as Pack Mom but she'd get through it. I mean...she has formal sword training, I think she'd do okay.

Little One - Probably not. Out of the original Frosthaven romances, they are the least likely to survive. They'd put up a good fight though.

Lamb - Yes and no. Physically, she'd be just fine. Mentally, I don't know if she could do it. Slipping back into that killer mindset might just drag her under.

Chester's mate - Probably not. Out of all the new Frosthaven romances, they're the most average. They'd try though.

Harlow's roommate - No. I love them but no. Not our slightly stupid boat captain.

Caltraxus' TA - Yes and they'd hate it every step of the way. Would survive completely hungover if that was an option.

The Doctor - Probably? If not by her own merit then definitely through someone else cause everyone needs a doctor in the apocalypse.

Beau's mate - Yes. Literally fought a bear once. She will be just fine.

(The lack of fandom names for Nomad's listeners saddens me greatly. And also makes my work so much harder)

This was so dumb but I had fun so :P

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modernchillthings · 1 year

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I wanna talk about Weak Hero Class because I saw this on twt where Hyunwook talks about Sooho's relationship w Sieun and it's making me cry.

So basically I wanna talk about Sooho and how, for the whole show, he always emphasizes not crossing the line. From his first introduction of his fight with the baseball team, he told the dude that he crossed the line so he punched him. But before that he was mostly fighting in self defense and his attacks weren't too harmful (playful smack with a book for example). I think for Sooho, 'crossing the line' means harming someone severely and with malicious intent. Like those baseball dudes had intent to harm, sure, but Sooho never saw it that way and was even being playful. But the moment the baseball dude acted with the intent to really harm Sooho with the bat, thats when it was 'crossing the line'

The next instance was at the end of ep1 when Sieun was about curb stomp the shit out of Youngbin but he stopped him. Idk why he didn't stop him before that (if he was asleep through that then wtf..how??) but let's assume he woke up during the fight. He probably let Sieun handle it for a bit because he might have recognized how Youngbin deserved that but knew that if Sieun went any further, he would've been severely hurt. (Yeah he got a broken nose but he looked fine by ep 5 or 6 and STILL didn't learn his lesson so...if Sieun kept going, he would not have been walking around and shit)

Even when he was training Sieun, Sooho told him to run instead of 'finishing off' the opponent (which Sieun ignored obviously)

Every fight scene with Sooho before ep 7 have been either in self defense or defense of others and to me, I never saw it as him fighting just to fight or hurt but more to assist or defend. He's never sought out violence or harmed others maliciously...until Sieun got hurt.

(I would analyze all of Sooho's fight scenes but I don't have the words to articulate it and this post is getting too long)

We can also argue that he was defending Sieun when he lined up all the bullies and punched them in the gut one by one but Sieun wasn't there to witness this and I don't think he ever found out. Like this Sooho wanted to HURT those dudes. He wanted them to feel the pain that Sieun felt. Still, the Sooho in ep 7 was a vengeful one. The moment he saw Sieun and was hiding his cast from him, Sooho was on a path of revenge.

Then he sought out Yeongbin and broke his fingers and arm and was sending really threatening texts towards Bumseok. If I watched that scene out of context and without subtitles, I would assume Sooho was the bad guy. And then when he hit Bumseok, he probably would have kept going if it weren't for that other ufc dude interrupting. And tbh, I feel like the only fight that didn't cross the line was w that dude bc it did kinda feel like a spar for Sooho, like they both even wore the gloves. Like I don't think Sooho came in there wanting to hurt that dude, only Bumseok, and it was more like a sidequest for him. If the other bullies didn't get in the way, Sooho deffo would have won then he probably would've reverted his attention back to Bumseok.

But the moment he crossed that line, Bumseok decided to cross that line as well and then in ep 8, so did Sieun (until he faced Bumseok in the end and held back but that's another thing)

Idk what I'm really getting at here, just know that Sooho's fights in ep 7 were to HARM others intentionally whereas the fights before were not and maybe you could say it cost him his life (I know he's not dead but....yknow..)

#yeah this was so incoherent #idk if I'm making sense but this is my mind rambling #bc this show is ruining my life #IM SO SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING THIS SHOW OCCUPY MY MIND 24/7 #anyways everybody should watch Weak Hero !!#suffer with me #weak hero class #weak hero class 1 #choi hyunwook #ahn sooho #park jihoon #yeon sieun #analysis

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bones and all +hq! (anyone) just something super fucked up with lots of blood 💋🫀

this was so sexyyyy idk I’m very into gross icky blood stuff rn

tw murder, gore, yandere

Red coats the walls. It splatters out into grasping hands with each brutal blow, baseball bat full of nails shattering the bone below it until the whining dies down. Along with the frantic screaming, and you sink to your knees at the sight. Within seconds, your housemate has been reduced to a heap of meat and bone and sinew, leaving her coppery tang in the air. Your legs have buckled, and now you’re on the cold floor, there’s nothing you can do but watch and shake.

The blood pools under her legs, because those are intact -upper body too. But gunk and brain matter is spilled on your floor, and the puddle of red gains surface the longer you stare, trying not to hurl your guts out. If you could look away you would. If you could run, you would. A low puff of air sounds, before the invader turns on his heel and stares you down. “There she is.” It’s faint, almost apologetic in its delivery. He pulls the mask down his mouth as he wipes the back of his hand over his face.

Your hands shake uncontrollably in your lap, and the stinging in your face surges through your bones. Atsumu.

“Ya missed my entrance,” he’s got a grin on his face - but his eyes are so blown out it’s hard to believe it really is him. For a few moments, he looks entirely, sickly unfamiliar. Not long enough to give you time to collect yourself before he approaches though, dragging the bloody bat along with him. “Sorry ‘bout yer little friend. Came at me with scissors… The bitch’s almost as wild as you are when yer upset.”

He has a frown on his face when he looks back, but the slightest curl to his lips doesn’t slip. His hands come up to hold onto your shoulder as he sighs. “So,” he lets out a soft hum, and then thumbs along your cheek with his hands still stained, bloodied as he touches you, “r’ya ready ta go?” You can’t help but feel bad. Even moving your eyes up to look at him feels like it’s taking all the energy you have.

This is all your fault. Atsumu came for you. You’d signed the papers and found a friend to live with, and you had hoped that would’ve been enough - but you didn’t think… you- Nao tried to protect you, and now she’s gone. There was a time you would’ve trusted Tsumu with your life. “Y-you,” your throat locks up when you say it, and the wobbly vision gets too much, spilling over, “wh-what did you do? Why?”

The blond barely pulls up his nose, before giving you a look. “Didn’t ya hear me? I came in through the window an’ she came at me. Couldn’t be helped.” The way his hand is still around the makeshift weapon somehow doesn’t convince you of his perceived innocence. Almost as soon as you think that, he follows your gaze, and slowly starts chuckling as he realizes the same thing. “Baby doll…”

You scramble. Atsumu drops the bat to crash himself into you and grab at your arms, but one well aimed kick onto his knee has him wincing, and it gives you just enough time to get up and dash towards the door. That also means running through the pool of liquid slowly drying on the floor, but your vision’s so blurry that you don’t even register it. You slip as you slam the door behind you and Tsumu curses— your heart’s pumping so hard you don’t hear it.

Not until someone gets a fistful of your hair and yanks you back so hard you think your scalp might come clean off. Until you land in the cold gravel and a foot pushes into your soft throat. Tsumu’s able to make it out narrowly before your vision starts blurring at the edges, and you claw at the limb for air. “Samu, ya’ll hurt ‘er.” As soon as you get a tiny bit of leeway you’re grabbing at the skin and hacking up spit, painfully tight airways burning.

Osamu only glares back at the blond. “‘I got it covered, Samu. Don’t be a bore, Samu,’” he mocks, before crossing his strong arms over his chest. “Yer sloppy, ‘n lucky I was ‘ere ta stop ‘er.”

“Yea, yea,” the other man sighs, before he crouches by you and lovingly brushes your hair away from your face. “Yer cute when ya try so hard, y’know. Gets us going.” He snickers, then raises a brow. “Samu won’t admit it but it gets him goin’ too. But next time ya get caught… we’ll take one of yer fingers. That’s only fair.”

#monkey fun.event #tw.murder #tw.gore #tw.yandere #miya atsumu #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.atsumu #💫ch.osamu

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hood-ex · 7 months

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You’re like the Dick Grayson encyclopedia of tumblr to me, so here is a question (no need to answer if you don’t want to lol). I’ve been thinking a lot of Dick’s many TBIs due to one of my classes… anyways, do you know when Dick’s significant TBI’s happened? Like what comics specifically? (Also, this is just for anyone, but you can answer if you’d like: does DC every say what part of Dick’s brain got injured during his TBIs?)

Idk one of my classes has talked a lot about specific brain functions and what could happen if certain areas are injured, and I obviously thought of my head trauma king. Got me thinking about the consequences Dick could have or should have faced with his TBIs 🤔

Dick's been clobbered in the head with a variety of things an ungodly amount of times. I even once made a post about different times Dick got clobbered in the head with like a baseball bat, golf club, etc. And then other people piled on more examples so lol yeah, I suppose some of those would be considered... less significant TBI's.

His most recent significant TBI did show which area of his brain got injured:

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #50

According to Dick, he lost bone, blood, brain tissue, and cerebrospinal fluid, and he also suffered from severe vascular swelling. He talked about how one of the effects of this was having a jump in consciousness. Like he wouldn’t understand how he ended up somewhere. - Nightwing (Vol. 4) #50

Right after the incident, he also couldn’t talk or feed himself (which isn't the case in Nightwing Annual #2 but whatever). - Nightwing (Vol. 4) #54

Dick's been shot in the head another time in Batman and Robin (Vol. 1) #15. Dr. Hurt fractured the back of Dick's skull to cause a hematoma. The intended effect was to have blood absorbed in the cerebrospinal fluid which would give Dick permanent neurological damage. So, basically, he wanted to turn Dick into a vegetable. Here's the placement of the bullet in case you were curious:

Batman and Robin (Vol. 1) #15

From here on out, it depends on what you'd classify as a major TBI. I mean, he once got clobbered on the top of his head with an extremely heavy looking mallet. He ended up blacking out from it for an extended period of time, so I'd personally count this as something on the more extreme side.

Nightwing (Vol. 3) #16

And speaking of blacking out, Dick blacked out four times in the current Nightwing run because he kept getting hit in the head (this takes place after Dick gets shot in the head by KGBeast—except the flashback one—sooo... his brain is probably feeling extra soupy now 😌):

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #92

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #81

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #101

In Robin: Year One #2-3, Dick had bandages around his head and might have taken a shot to the head from Two-Face's bat (though, luckily, Two-Face didn't get to deliver the final blow to Dick's head that would have killed him instantly). It seems like other internal injuries were more prominent as well as the fact that Dick's throat started to swell so badly that Alfred had to intubate him. Nevertheless, Dick nearly died from the severe beating, and the head injury might have increased his chance of dying.

Robin: Year One #3

In Superman/Batman #55, Bruce got Superman’s powers and he ended up losing control of himself. He broke Dick’s jaw, knocked some of his teeth out, and caused other fractures to Dick’s body (it doesn't specify where the fractures are but Dick's head possibly might be fractured considering the bandages). Bruce warned Dick that one more hit would kill him (very RYO-esque, no 😌?).

Superman/Batman #55

And, again, we could probably go on and on with him getting hit in the head and blacking out over this and that, so I'll end it here.

#woke up from a nap w a headache and these are all i can think of rn but if anyone else can think of a major tbi then go ahead and list it #Dick Grayson #TBI #head injuries #anon

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 11 months

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You Go First ~ D.G.

A/n: Took me a hot second but here he is! It’s really fucking short for some reason? Idk it all came to me in a rush and I just had to get it down. Hope you still like it!

Request: “Dick Grayson x male reader, reader and dick go on a mission which leads to them confessing at the same time.” By anon

MASTERLIST

“NIGHTWING.” A head snapped over, eyes scanning as quickly as possible to see why the voice had called out to him. When he saw Y/n hefting the large beam and leaning back, readying to chuck it like a baseball… well, there really was only one thing to do.

He hit the deck.

They’d originally met as kids, both working in the same circus. Where Dick had been one of the Flying Graysons, Y/n had been a sight to behold: the youngest strong man ever known. Y/n was seven years old and could lift anything from a whole adult person to cars. Dick had kept track of all of his friends from the circus when he’d lost his parents and been whisked away by Bruce Wayne, especially when they picked up Superboy for the first time and a bunch of teenagers who didn’t get taken seriously formed a team wholly their own.

Now Dick wasn’t that kid anymore. Robin was someone else’s title, onto its third holder as he had moved onto the man he was now. Tim fit the role much better than Dick had.

They’d met again when Dick had still been Robin though. The team had infiltrated the circus to look into a string of robberies that were being tired to the very place and people who had practically raised him. How could he have not looked into it?

Y/n was still in the circus, eight years older and much much stronger. Even Connor had been surprised at seeing Y/n picking up whole cars without breaking sweat. When Dick said that he had been able to do that for years (claiming he’d gotten the information from a newspaper) Connor had admitted that he wasn’t impressed at the feat of strength itself but in Y/n’s performance. It was easy to tell for Connor that Y/n was much stronger than he was letting on but was pretending to be the exact same level of strength he had been at seven. A safe bet for someone trying to stay off the radar in a world full of heroes - and, scarier, villains - but also a safe play when he “pushed his limits” to show off for the crowd and still was well within things he could pick up without risking his safety or health.

It had been hard not to be fascinated with his childhood friend after that. How strong was Y/n? How was he so strong? Dick hadn’t thought about it as a kid of course, but as Robin, in a world full of super people, it made him curious now. Had he been an experiment? Was he alien? A meta? He told himself the curiosity was professional, that he was worried these robberies might be Y/n’s work. After all, he had the strength to pull it off - and they didn’t know if strength was all he had.

But even when it turned out not to be Y/n, Dick kept in touch. First writing letter, and then phone calls and texts and face times. They were talking a lot, and he got himself in trouble a few times for answering a brief call or text or listening to a voice message while on patrol.

When a traveling superhero popped up out of nowhere with superhuman strength but no ability to fly, Dick was on top of it as Robin. The new guy was just the right age for his team. But then he recognized the build and abilities. The motif of the “Strong Man” gave Y/n away even before he spoke and his voice sealed the deal.

To Y/n’s credit, he recognized Dick just as quickly. It made him realize that it wasn’t an act of detective skill. Y/n was a lot of things but he wasn’t a trained eye like the Batfam was driven to be. That meant that the recognization was proof of familiarity. Y/n simply knew the way his body moved and the expressions his face made and the lilts and rises of his voice. Dick knew Y/n just as intimately.

How many people was Dick on such a personal level with?

It had created a tension between them that Dick hadn’t been able to ignore. Or handle. Even now, nothing has gone particularly wrong. Their plan was sailing without a hitch. Everyone was safe and accounted for and within line of sight. The mental link was up and running no problem and they were coordinating with their usual fluid ease. They were winning, and it was happening quickly. Dick shouldn’t be as jumpy as he was.

And yet.

As the metal beam shot over his head and smacked into one of the enemy supers, Dick found himself not worried for the one getting a beam to the face but the one who’d thrown it. Y/n wiped sweat off his forehead while also ducking a second attack. He had taken the time to defend Dick from an enemy that had been behind him. Dick might have been in a pickle for the first time the whole fight if Y/n hadn’t intervened.

It was almost comical how eager they were to make sure the other was having the easiest time possible. Even as Dick went to mock Y/n’s protectiveness, he flung a smoke bomb to blind someone taking a swing at Y/n.

The entire fight they were like that.

Not exactly back to back, but watching out for each other every single step. They were like parts of a machine. Two halves of a whole. Where either stumbled, the other immediately stepped in - and there was a lot of that when both of them were so busy taking care of the other person. It was throwing th e enemies off to try and attack Y/n and get a batarang pinning a sleeve to the wall behind them; or to go for Dick and get tackled to the ground, pinned and unable to move too quickly to stop Y/n from keeping them in place with a bent pipe or a piece of rope.

Dick had never fought like this before. Eventually he stopped worrying about the enemies coming for him specifically. He completely trusted Y/n to handle them. It made him feel… wonderful. Completely placing himself into Y/n’s hands and not once being let down.

It was like a drug, and he was high.

When the fight ended, Dick was wonder struck to realize that he wasn’t cool calm and collected like he usually was. He was exhausted and on edge. He was almost like how he was when he first started - before the toll of his decisions had completely come crashing down on him. Before he’d lost a brother in this new family of heroes he had found. Fighting was fun, and quipping came easily. He wanted to keep going. He could keep doing this all day.

It was probably that energy that drove him to turn to Y/n. It was habit to look, to make sure he was okay, but it was pure adrenaline that didn’t stop him there. A look suddenly wasn’t enough. As if Y/n was having the exact same thought they began moving at the same time and met in the middle. Dick told himself that he was checking for injuries but when Y/n went for a kiss he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

Artemis smirked. “I was wondering how long it would take them.”

Wally put his arm around her, smirking. “Took us ages didn’t it? But it happens eventually.” He shrugged, sighing in content as he watched his best friend part from the man he cared so deeply for, grinning. He hadn’t seen Dick that happy in a while… “If he breaks his heart I’ll kill him,” he mumbled under his breath.

Artemis covered her smile. Wally had stopped joking, his quip dying on his lips at seeing Dick radiating such energy and light. Radiating such love.

It must have been serious then.

“For his own good, I suppose he better behave then,” she decided. If Wally didn’t kill Y/n, she would have to. That boy better be on his best behavior.

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

#dick grayson #nightwing #Young Justice #dc #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson imagine #dick Grayson x male readers #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x male reader #young Justice x reader #young Justice x male reader #young Justice imagine

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my reasons for each member + original image under the cut:

coups (great helm) - i feel like he would choose the most intimidating one and this one would just fit with his big sturdy body <3

jeonghan (barbute) - he needs to have his mouth relatively free so that he can use psychological warfare but this helmet would also go great with a huge jacket which is a must for him

joshua (sallet) - he's a wild card honestly... i can kinda see him owning multiple designer medieval helmets, but i feel like the sallet seems kinda fancy which suits him. i could also see him in the barbute to match jh tho

jun (armet) - the armet was made for jun i mean just look at the slayful profile and the head shape it would fit him like a glove

hoshi (armet) - i feel like the armet is the most tiger-like of all of the options here. hoshi would probably paint some stripes and whiskers on it or customize it in some other way

wonwoo (kettle hat) - this seems like the only glasses-friendly option and also he's a little bit of a loser (<3 <3) which fits the vibe of this option loll

woozi (sallet) - it's kinda reminiscent of his necessary helmet (see: bss comeback gose) so i think he could make some good music in it and the piece in the back would make him look like a little bug

minghao (frog-mouth) - duh but also i think he would appreciate the sculptural/avant-garde quality of this one

mingyu (hounskull) - mingyu wants the most protection possible so i was thinking absolute, full coverage, but it could also be a problem since he need to be able to look down more bc of his height..... idk

dk (spangenhelm) - the chainmail matches his arthur costume somewhat and he would also want to be in a helmet that doesn't trap his voice inside with him like a mini echo chamber

seungkwan (bascinet) - i feel like he might get scared if his whole head was covered up, and, as a bonus, there’s a possibility of modifying the helmet so that he could wear his navy baseball hat

vernon (hounskull) - the silhouette is reminiscent of the strawberry game from boomily outing, which suited him like no one else. also imagine a kenzo hounskull it would be so crazy cool

dino (great helm) - this is a purely instinctual choice. for some reason i just feel like this would suit him so well… like i can just see this helmet on his shoulders and it fits

#seventeen #svt #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #minghao #mingyu #dokyeom #seungkwan #vernon #dino #mine #these choices were basically arbitrary but i did end up putting a lot of thought into how i justified each of them lolll #but if anybody thinks differently i would loveee to hear why #i also had a great time screenshotting a little icon for each of them

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when they're athletes — shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: disclaimer that ~my sport (growing up) was gymnastics 😅, but heyyy my ex played basketball?! 🤪

when they’re athletes — shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,300

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Imagine Sanemi, Giyuu, Kyojuro, Shinobu (but really you can imagine whoever) being really good at sports while in school/university, so good they're probably popular af and team captain. I imagine Shinobu and Kyojuro playing baseball, Giyuu playing basket and Sanemi playing soccer hehe I love the idea of a s/o being there to support them, maybe someone that's not as talented/popular (cheesy but I'm a sucker for clichés) who gets embarrassed when they win a match and just run to them to kiss them in front of everyone!

~faqs, image~

I ended up choosing diff sports than the prompt suggested, mostly bc Idk a lot about a lot of sports 💀

Anywho-

Onward! 😆

(college au btw)

Diver ?? 💧

Lokwey struggling to think of a sport where you can be both short + weak 🫠

No hate to Shinobu, but it’s literally canon that she isn’t ~especially strong 😅

That being said, she’s so elegant and precise and fast

+ brave, so she would totally be awesome w/ 10m (33ft) diving 😍

You go to all of her meets, and only feel a lil envious when she waves @ you from the bubbling warmth of the hot tub

Like, do you feel like flinging yourself off a 10am platform?

No 💀

But do you wanna join her in the hot tub?

YES 😌

You’d also be 100% willing to pat her down w/ a fluffy towel in between each incredible dive 🙃

You’re her #1 photographer/videographer

She uses your vids to study her form + improve her technique

Her coach has actually patted you on the back before 👍

“Thank you [y/n], Shinobu’s lucky to have you!”

11/10 Shinobu (lovingly) embarrasses you whenever she makes it on the podium

Heart hands in your direction, and your direction only 🫶

Will shout your name if it’s a smaller meet 🗣

There’s no escaping the swivel of amused, endeared glances 🫣

“THAT’S MY WONDERFUL PARTNER!” 🗣🗣🗣

Bonus? She def has a towel w/ your face on it

Will occasionally make a (subtle) show of patting her breasts + butt (w/ aforementioned towel, ofc) 😇

#fuuuck 😏

—I’ll actually do baseball hcs for Kyojuro, bc Ik ~stuff about baseball (I think) ⚾️

You have a poster that consists only of photos of his ass in his scrumptious baseball uniform 😌

Do you bring it to every game?

Maybe

Do you receive glares from parents w/ young children?

Yes 😬

Do you care?

Not particularly 😃

Kyojuro pretends to be embarrassed, but he’s also totally pouted post-game about, “While I appreciate my favorite person attending my game, where was my favorite poster?” 😭

If he’s invited somewhere post-game, then he always invites you to join

Do his teammates tease him?

Of course 😆

Does he mind?

Not at all❣️

Do you mind?

A little, but it’s hard to feel too self-conscious when he’s squished happily and hot into your side, one hand feeding you fries off his plate, the other intertwined sweaty and content w/ yours 🍟😋

Kyojuro 11/10 has a fanclub (not started by him, but by the swarm of—mostly—women who religiously attend his games)

Surprisingly (bc let’s be positive for these hcs lol), they’re relatively accepting and supportive of you

Sure, you might be known as Kyojuro’s Partner™ (nobody’s bothered to learn your name)

After all, they’re there to see him, not you 🤪

But w/ the constant grins, waves, hearts, and winks directed toward you (by him) throughout his games, it’s impossible to deny the position you hold in his life ❤️‍🔥

And his fans would rather be on his good side aka respect you than upset him

When you’re absent from a game, he’ll more often than not be asked, “Kyojuro !!!!! Where’s your partner ????? Are they okay?! Tell them to feel better soon!” 🥺

Bonus? He likes when you smack his butt and leave your handprints in the dirt and dust on his pants 😂🥰

GYMNAST

—I am biased (as an ex gymnast heh), albeit men’s gymnastics is pretty diff from women’s

—But come on 😤

—The man already goes practically shirtless in canon, so why not have him do a sport where he can still be mostly shirtless ????? 🤠

Sanemi’s tough, fearless to the point of recklessness (thank fuck for his strict, supportive coaches), and muscular af

Absolutely an all-arounder

He’s got the power for vault and floor, the strength for rings, the precision and agility for parallel bars and high bar, and the balance for pommel horse — plus #endurance for days

Prob excels a tad more on vault, floor, p bars, and high bar (more dynamic/high energy), but he’s still ART to watch on any event 😍

Could care less about his scores — he just wants to have fun doing dangerous stuff 😎

Ofc, he’d be pissed if he lost by a slim margin 😑

But if he obvi won or obvi lost, then he’s more chill

Like: “Cool, what’s next?”

Makes him enjoyable to watch bc he focuses primarily on performing entertaining/thrilling routines

Not a stress ball about results or perfection

When he does win a medal/trophy, he gives it to you for safe keeping 🏆🥇🥈🥉

If you don’t want it, then he offers it to someone else from the meet that he admired

“Awesome double double on floor bro”

“Sick landing on vault dude”

“Your flexibility is insane”

—How realistic is his offering-his-medal/trophy-to-another-competitor? Not super realistic (at all 😆), but it’s the thought that counts, and this is fanfiction teehee

LOVES bringing you to the gym

If you’re also a gymnast, then he totally tries to teach you men’s skills, and ~demands to be taught women’s skills

Is salty af when they’re much harder than he anticipated 😒

If you’re not a gymnast, then he’s surprisingly patient w/ you

Is happy to teach you basic skills, or just set up a cozy, safe spot for you to watch him practice 🤍

Will occasionally pretend to fall/mess up bc he lowkey adores you fussing over him

If it will get him kisses, then he does not care about maintaining his angry, buff facade 😌

On that note, his teammates know better than to even fake flirt w/ you

Sanemi will legit growl

And if his shirt was on before, well, now it’s off 😶

And his abdominals, pectorals, everything are no joke 😵‍💫

On the flip side, you don’t have to worry too much about ppl fawning over him (despite his looks + constantly breaking university records w/ his scores), bc 99% of the time he’s so damn glower-y/unapproachable 💀

Bonus? When they get too thick, he lets you pick off his callouses #oddly satisfying 😂

Dancer

—I was originally going to do Rock Climber!Giyuu hcs, but decided I shouldn’t indulge myself too much 😅 (I rock climb 🧗🏻‍♀️)

From tap to jazz to hip-hop, salsa, and a lil bit of ballet, Giyuu’s fluent in most genres of dance 🕺🩰

Even w/ niche genres, he’s able to learn combinations fairly quickly

Doesn’t consider himself particularly ~swaggy, but you swear he slips into a diff persona when he’s on stage

Aka, he’s 110% swaggy 😎

Joined the university dance team as a freshman, and was co captain by sophomore yr 👌

Ironically shy about dancing in ~general public, but encourages you to let loose when you go clubbing

He swears you’re better (at dancing) than him, but you suspect that has something to do w/ how most of your dancing together involves grinding 🫢 (as well as adorable dancing-in-the-kitchen-@-2am 💙)

That being said, if a dance circle forms, and you ~gently push him into the center (while ignoring his look of betrayal ☹️), then he will be devastatingly smooth and beautiful w/ whatever move he pulls off 😍

Has been scouted by professional dance companies, but is committed to finishing his degree first

Your future matters to Giyuu as much as his own, and signing professionally would be a huge change + opportunity that he isn’t willing to make/take unless you’re on board 🥺

And dw, he would never resent you if you weren’t ready

As much as he loves dancing, he cherishes you equally — prob more 🥰

Doesn’t mind ~intimate dances, but communicates openly and immediately w/ you about them

He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea about the months long project he’s working on that involves him shirtless ~most of the time 🙃

And he highly values your opinion, so including you in choreography sessions, rehearsals, etc is special to him 😁

Doesn’t like using social media himself, but is totally comfortable w/ you running his Instagram 📱

You always choose the best photos from photoshoots, treat his followers to the occasional thirst post 🤤 (that only you, his dear partner, could ever come up w/), and reading NSFW DMs from random ppl in his inbox somehow makes him adore you more 😆💘

Bonus? He’ll frequently drape his dance team jacket across your shoulders — he appreciates knowing you’re warm AND wearing his name 😇

#headcanons #college au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

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OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY

How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?

only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.

cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little

"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.

"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.

poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.

you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.

if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.

arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.

you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.

"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.

you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"

"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.

you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.

"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"

you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."

"so you've mentioned."

you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.

"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.

"i could say the same thing," you huff.

"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"

"shut up," you warn.

"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."

"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.

"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"

you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.

"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"

you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.

"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."

you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.

he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.

there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.

when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.

"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"

you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.

"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.

"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #bro im so HMG #I DESIRE TO BREAK HIM!!!!#tw: biting #ask games

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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pretty boy

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x gn!reader, 452 words tw: a few curse words like always a/n: i might actually make more parts for this?? idk i left it pretty ambiguous so i could definitely continue their little visits with each other. i love rooster so i wouldn't be too bothered by it

Had your heart always beat this fast? Like it was going to escape the very confines of your chest?

As soon as you had stepped off the plane, you knew you were far too excited. But was some of that excitement more anxiety than anything? You had literally just Facetimed him an hour before getting on the plane. This man had literally seen you at your best and worst moments, and yet, you couldn't help the nervousness that bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

Your husband would be just beyond those glass doors leading into the airport, but you couldn't help but feel as if it was one of your very first dates. Rooster seemed to always have that effect on you—a handsome, enigmatic pilot who had his eyes set on being the best since before he could even legally drive. The same pilot who literally made you feel as if no one could ever love you better.

Small pieces of gravel worked their way into the grooves of your shoes as you walked across the pavement, many other Navy families milling about around you. Baseball caps and flashy sunglasses blurred past you as hugs and kisses were exchanged—children screaming excitedly at their parents and siblings. But your eyes were set on the tall man coming out of the waiting area with a floral Hawaiian shirt—the one you had gotten for him two Christmas's before.

Once you had spotted him, you picked up your pace, but Rooster's wide strides caught up to you without much issue. He pulled off his aviators and stuffed them in the pocket of his shirt, a wide grin forming on his handsome face.

He wrapped his arms around you, a happy laugh leaving him.

"I'd started to think you weren't coming!" he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled against him, hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"You're full of shit. I wouldn't miss this for anything, Bradley," you said, hugging onto him tightly. "I've missed you, so much."

He pressed his lips to yours once more, his hands gently moving to straddle your hips.

"I've so much shit I wanna show you. Hell, you've still gotta meet my team," he said, once he pulled back. "But for now, let's get outta here. Are you hungry? I know a place."

You rolled your eyes, reaching forward to take his hand. He laced his fingers with yours, squeezing gently.

"I could eat."

He only smiled, leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

"God, I've missed your pretty face."

Your couldn't help your own smile, that same giddy feeling you felt just moments before returning. "I've missed yours, too, pretty boy."

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squivulous · 7 months

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My Podcast Masterlist

I have a long commute, giving me two hours a day to listen to podcasts. Here is my documentation of all the audio dramas I’ve consumed plus a little blurb. I just wanted to organize them in a list and also (selfishly) get recommendations if anyone would be so kind. Or maybe you’ll see something that’ll interest you. Enjoy!

Podcasts I’m Caught Up With

The Penumbra Podcast: I’ve made an animatic for this one. I’m down bad. This is the one that sucked me into this podcast world.

Malevolent: Arthur dating sim when??? Everyone wants him. Also it took me way too long to find out it was an actual play podcast.

Red Valley: Gordon fan all the way. Normally I do like the Sad Boy but Gordon is that type of dorky that makes me want to protect him.

Caravan: Interesting world and love a main character that makes questionable decisions. Everything is going to be fine :)

WOE.BEGONE: I’m obsessed. It happened slowly but now I think about it every day… And the music is so good! Mike Walters is cringefail, bbygurl, easy to manipulate, and saws his left arm off at the shoulder.

The Cellar Letters: Legit gets me spooked at times. Steve and Nate are good vibes. I’m sure glad nothing ever happens to them.

Harbor: Love that Sam being a malewife ruined his life.

Rifted: Aurora, another Sad Boy to add to my collection. Daniel should give him a kiss to make him feel better.

Heroics: Pls come back some day… I need more Josh. He’s in his slay era.

Second Fiddles: Max is owning being a bbygurl. Also there are a lot of poop jokes which is weird but I’ll look past it.

Hand in Glove: idk anything about baseball but these baseball players are smoochinggg.

Find Us Alive: Lancaster in booty jorts. It's canon. Don't look it up. I'm right. ALSO HE NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM PLS.

The Kingmaker Histories: The kiss is still the subject of much historical debate. Eisen <3

The Viridian Wild: It hasn’t been updated since 2021 but I still have hope.

Dos: After You: Ghosting GONE WRONG

Brimstone Valley Mall: SEASON TWO IS COMING. 90’s mall setting is really fun and I’m here for the thing Asmoraius and Trent have going on.

Levian: It starts off with a bang! Well not quite since his sister walks in oops. Excited to see where this pirate tale takes us.

Midnight Burger: Each episode is a delight and as someone who is bad at science, I appreciate Gloria and Caspar. Caspar pls stay forever and also Brodie <3

Return Home: I’m really listening to it for Buddy and DW.

Raythe Reign: Sometimes you need a yaoi.

The White Vault: At this point, I know what I’m getting into and yet still decide to get attached to these characters

The Amelia Project: Please don’t hurt the Interviewer! He’s too goofy for all this drama. I’m scared!

Fawx & Stallion: James Stallion being canonically hot in any situation is such a win

Victoriocity: Inspector Fleet has had a long week and needs some days off

Yokai Detective Agency: I’m always a sucker for detective stories and I’m looking forward to where this one is going

Desert Skies: Charming characters and love that the plot has a nice pace, not dragging things out

The Grotto: the music is so good but also please help. The emotional turmoil is torrential.

Camlann: Yo…. Dai, for real???

Podcasts I’ve Completed

Dash: This might not be completed? This is actually the first audio drama I finished. Classic noir but supernatural and boys are smooching!

The Two Princes: This was wholesome and had good vibes. I prefer the first season but it was still a fun time.

The Magnus Archives: Arrived late to the party on this one, but I love all the fanart. Awakened my interest in pathetic men.

EOS 10: I also am not 100% sure this is done but I enjoyed the shenanigans!

Wolf 359: Eiffel, my beloved. I liked the silly and dramatic parts of this story. It hurt my soul but it was worth it :)

Time:Bombs: noahdeaart's fanart made me think this was going in a different direction... Still a fun one!

Valence: Love this one WAAAAHHH! Pls listen. I love Nico. Sad Boy but hides it under their chaos energy.

The Bright Sessions: I would 1005% listen to a spin-off just about Mark. This Sad Boy keeps collecting trauma and I need to see him and Oliver maybe go on adventures or something. ANYTHING.

Roommates: I, too, had a pandemic college experience. It's kinda bizarre that there's already a story about that and I love it!

Look Up: Wholesome. Briggon Snow kept me fed.

Moonface: Appreciate having an audio drama from an Asian American perspective. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.

Murray Mysteries: Must protect Jonathan.

Kaleidotrope: More wholesome content. I got more into it by the second half. The hosts have a fun dynamic!

Re: Dracula: Still thinking about Inside You.

Wooden Overcoats: Rudyard is my fav. Chapman deserves the hate.

The Vanishing Act: this Rudyard wasn’t my fav. I was happy to listen to him suffer but also happy when he fell in love. A win for Griffson!

Greater Boston: Michael Tate <3

Ars Paradoxica: Nikhil Sharma <3

Podcasts I’m Catching Up On

Life with Althaar: I knew that plant lady was sus

The Night Post: Ashley……

Love and Luck: I’m on ep 87 now some magical things are going down

Going Lowbrow: I wasn’t expecting a musical but I’m not complaining.

SAYER: There are no bees on Typhon :)

WTNV: I got behind during high school and now I’m too scared to get caught up… one day. It's been so long at this point I think I'd need to start over.

BRASS: I fell behind on episodes :(

Not Quite Dead: If there are vampires, I'm automatically interested. Only a few eps in.

Hi Nay: I’m listening to Murphy respectfully.

Podcasts I’ve Dropped

Moonbase Theta Out

Dreamboy

Archive 81

The Sheridan Tapes

Jar of Rebuke

I’ll keep this updated every so often. Most of these I’ve found either from scouring rec lists or seeing nice fanart.

Please let me know of any recommendations you may have! Thanks for reading if you got this far. Mad respect.

Last updated: 04/14/24

#podcasts #podcast recs #audio drama #squiv speaks #I didn't know I listened to this many

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 2: Steel

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: A sheòid means my hero or valiant warrior - again i just googled scottish terms of endearment so idk how trustworthy that sauce is lmao next

The front door to the house opened, then it shut, followed by hushed whispers. Immediately, you were on edge. That wasn’t normal. Usually your brother announced his arrival very loudly and very annoyingly. You were currently in your bedroom, doing some studying for work. Slowly, you closed the book, getting up from your bed.

Killer and Eustass were passing your door when they realized you were in your room. They both froze in the doorway, Eustass’ eyes wide and a guilty look on his face.

Eustass looked like he had gotten into one nasty fight. He was beaten and bloodied - was that a missing tooth? You felt your blood boil. “What the fuck happened?” You demanded, heading over to them. Eustass looked away, avoiding eye contact so you looked at Killer. He might have been taller than you, but you still made him step back with your sheer presence at times.

“I-I don’t know. I found him like this…” Now that you got a good look at him, he didn’t appear to be injured in the slightest. You turned your attention back to your brother.

“Who?” You headed into the kitchen, retrieving the first aid kit. You waved them in, Eustass sitting in the chair while you handed the first aid kit to Killer. He grumbled before answering you. “No one…”

“Eustass Kid.” Not very often did you pull out that tone, but when you did, it made Eustass flinch. The parental tone was something you didn’t like using because you didn’t like to treat your brother like a child, aside from teasing and typical sibling behavior.

Your brother sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. “The Delmark brothers,” he mumbled. “Just some stupid kids who formed their own stupid gang.” You handed the first aid kit to Killer. “Start patching him up.” He nodded, following your instruction. “Just do what you can and I’ll fix it up when I get back.”

“Did they jump you?” You looked at your brother as you started rifling through the hall closet. “Ah, no. They…” He paused, seeming to hesitate. You found what you were looking for, pulling out your trusty baseball bat that you had enhanced yourself over the years.

“They what?” You rested the bat on your shoulder as you looked at him from the kitchen doorway.

Eustass sighed. “They were making fun of me, which doesn’t bother me - you know that but…” You narrowed your eyes. “But…?”

“But they started making fun of you.” You blinked. A frown set into your face and you walked over to him. “Mo laochain,” you started and but he interrupted, “I’m not little anymore.”

You paused, nodding. “A sheòid,” you corrected and he just rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue this time. “I appreciate your valiant bravery, but you shouldn’t fight on my behalf.”

He frowned, looking at you. “But, what they were saying was awful and unacceptable! Like hell if I’m going to let them run their mouths without consequence!” You sighed, ruffling your brother’s hair gently - you weren’t sure if he had head injuries.

“Where are they at?” you asked, heading for the door. “Bigs, please,” Eustass began but you held up a hand to silence him. “Location.” You looked at him and he stopped, groaning. “Behind the convenience store on Steel Ave.” You nodded, grinning. “Good thing I have my lucky steel bat.” You waggled your eyebrows, causing Killer to snort in amusement, but earning a groan from your brother.

“I’ll be back in time to make dinner. Killi, make sure tungsten doesn’t do anything stupid. Tungsten, don’t do anything stupid.” You grinned, heading out the door without another word.

The moment the door closed behind you, rage settled in. You were honestly barely keeping it together right now. You wanted to destroy everything in your path. You were feeling a new type of wrath that ran so deep it almost scared you.

“How fucking dare they?” You seethed as you began to walk. You were beyond pissed. Words could not express the pure anger you felt. You weren’t about to let some snot nosed kids get away with fucking around with your brother. They were about to see why they shouldn’t fuck with the Kid family.

Sure, kids fought, but this seemed to be more than that. This was more than a scruff between kids. Not with injuries like that. They went a little too far…or maybe you were just being over protective, either way - you were kicking some ass.

You might have also felt a little guilty. Your brother had gotten into a fight on your behalf and now he was suffering for it. You were aware that all kinds of rumors started about you ever since you dropped out of school. You, personally, didn’t care what people said. As long as there was a roof over you and your brother’s heads and food on the table, you couldn’t give two shits.

You knew that your brother was also protective and earnest. He defended the honor of those he cared about and you admired him for it. Even if he had gotten in trouble a lot because of it.

As you rounded the corner, you heard voices. They seemed to be boasting about something. You didn’t hesitate as you entered the alleyway, heads turning as they heard you walking. You tightened your grip on your bat, feeling extra fightey. Maybe this is what you needed. An outlet.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them demanded. You guffawed. “You’re talking shit on me and you don’t even know what I look like?”

“Oh, shit. You’re that little punk’s older sibling, aren’t ya?”

“Bingo, dickweed.”

“Excuse me?” He stood up from where he had been seated on some cardboard boxes and walked over to you. You held out your bat and pointed at him, making him stop. “I wouldn’t come closer if I were you.”

With a quick glance, you noticed there were six of them. The ringleader, two girls, two boys, and two kids cowering in a corner? You weren’t worried about them, but you assumed they were roped into whatever pathetic excuse of a gang this was and now they were stuck. Probably some errand boys. They all looked to be around you and your brother’s ages.

“Oh? Maybe you’ll put up a better fight. You think you can take me on? Take on all four of us? I’m Nathan Delmark. You can’t touch m-” Your fist collided into his jaw, sending him reeling back. “Oh my fuck, I do not care,” you said, shaking out your hand as you steadied yourself again.

“Boss!” The others went to run to him and you held out your bat to stop them. “Ah, ah. He brought this upon himself.”

You looked down at this ‘Nathan’ character. He seemed like some rich kid being rebellious or just thinking he’s hot shit. You didn’t care. “How dare you do that to my brother you bastard,” the other boy hissed, turning to you and you just looked at him. “Do you know who our father i-” You swung your bat straight into his gut, sending him backwards with sheer force alone.

“I don’t give a shit who your family is. All I know is that you hurt mine.” You clenched your jaw. You heard footsteps behind you and sidestepped, watching as one of the girls flew right past you. She reeled back around and glared at you. You saw the glint of a knife in her hand. “Sure you can handle that, kiddo?” You smirked.

“Calling me a kiddo? You don’t look any older than me.”

“I’m not.”

She glared at you, seeming to not have any kind of comeback. You didn’t expect her to anyway. She cried out, running at you again at full speed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You side stepped once more, swinging your bat at the same time. You heard a couple of cracks and the scatter of her knife. She cried out collapsing to the ground immediately.

“A few broken ribs. Should be fine if you don’t move around too much and seek medical attention. If you do move around a lot, you could puncture a lung and definitely die.” She stared at you in horror, not making any sudden movements.

You might have picked up a few anatomy books. You felt like if you understood how the human body worked, that could come in handy in fights. And you could patch up your brother easier since he had been getting into more fights.

Also, if smithing didn’t work out, you could try being a doctor of some kind maybe.

You heard someone shout from above, blinking as you saw a body barrelling at you. An aerial attack? You weren’t expecting that. However, you were able to move out of the way, only for someone to throw a knife at the same time. Probably the girl from earlier. You didn’t dodge that one in time. You felt it drag across your face, but nothing too bad. You’d have a nice scar, though.

You heard the person drop to the ground and shift their feet. You turned around in time for them to lunge at you. You dodged, catching their arm. You planted your feet and heaved them over your shoulder - essentially throwing them. They crashed into a bunch of wood rotted boxes, seemingly unmoving.

This was exhilarating. It gave you a sort of excitement to fight like this that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You spend every day working and not doing much else, it was nice to get some fresh air and have a good ol’ fight. That might not be a good thing. This shouldn’t be getting you excited.

You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your own to hold you in place. You tried pulling away to no avail. Must’ve been one of the brothers. Nathan then stood in front of you. You saw the glint of a knife in his hand. Just how fucking many of these things did they have? Who is just giving out knives to children?

“You’re going to regret coming here.”

“Ha, doubt it.” He grimaced, running at you only for you to jump and kick your feet up, planting them square in his chest and sending him flying backwards into the wall. “Brother!” the one holding you cried out. Once your feet were on the ground, you planted them well, readying yourself. You dropped slightly, causing the boy holding you to slump over you in surprise. You then heaved his whole body forward, sending him crashing into the ground and freeing yourself from his grip.

You picked up your bat that had fallen when he grabbed you earlier, kicking him in the stomach for good measure. You weren’t here to kill anyone - just send a message.

You looked around at the aftermath, noticing the two kids still cowering in the corner. “Get outta here while you still can.” They just looked at you. “Go.” They skittered off without another word and you sighed, shaking your head.

You noticed Nathan grumbling from the wall. “Don’t fuck with my brother again, ya hear?”

Then you went to head home, only to stop in your tracks as you saw your brother and his best friend standing at the mouth of the alley. They wore matching expressions - their mouths agape and eyes wide. “Huh?”

“Bigs, where the fuck did you learn to fight like that?” You shrugged. “Nowhere.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. You know me. When the fuck do I have time to learn to fight?”

Eustass just stared at you, shaking his head.

“Tungsten,” your voice softened. “You should be resting anyway.” You looked at Killer. “You were supposed to be watching him and making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the two of them. He squirmed under your gaze for a moment before he spoke up.

“I was going to see if you needed any help since I wasn’t exactly injured,” Killer mumbled, shifting his weight. You sighed.

You looked back just in time to see a gleam of something. Your instincts took over, reaching out to catch what was flying - only for your hand to close around a blade. You stopped it but fucking up your hand in the process. You hissed, flinging it back wherever it came from.

“Let’s get out of here,” you grumbled, heading out of the alleyway, the other two following after you. Eustass once again badgering you with questions you didn’t have the answer to.

Once you crossed the threshold of your home, your legs nearly gave out. All the strength seemingly leaves your body as the adrenaline dissipates. You sighed, heading into the kitchen and plopping down in the chair.

Home sweet home.

You went to grab the first aid kit when Killer beat you to it. “Allow me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I can do it just fine.”

“Your hand is all fucked up, it’s not gonna go well.” You pursed your lips as he spoke. He had you there. “Fine,” you grumbled, letting him do his thing.

“I’m telling you, Bigs! You gotta tell me where you learned to fight like that!” You frowned as Eustass spoke. Honestly, at this point, you couldn’t even remember half of the fight. It was like you were a different person.

“I was just pissed off. It was all instinct,” you grumbled, looking down.

“Ah, ah. Face up.” You felt Killer lift your chin to face him. Silently, you thanked whatever was out there that your face was covered in blood because you were blushing like a madman. “Sorry,” you grumbled. You also weren’t used to being the one taken care of. You were always the one taking care of others. It was weird.

“C’mon, Bigs! Teach me your ways! We should spar ‘n shit! I wanna be a badass like you!” You watched from the corner of your eye as your brother threw fake punches and you rolled your eyes. “Fucking fine. Whatever gets you to shut the hell up - I have a migraine.”

“Eh, quit yer bellyachin’ you’re fine.” Eustass guffawed towards you. You turned your head to glare at him.

“Tungsten, I will literally kick your ass into next week if-”

“Y/n,” you heard Killer’s voice and immediately stopped talking as he guided your face back to him. There was a warning in his tone. Man, your heart was absolutely racing.

“Like hell you will! You just got beat up!”

“The fuck you mean! I fucking won! You’re the one that got your ass kicked in the first place, tungsten!” You turned to glare at him once more only to feel Killer place his hands on both sides of your face and turn you towards him. You gasped slightly, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Stop moving.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, your heart running a million miles an hour. There was something about that commanding tone he was using that you definitely made you excited. “Sorry,” you squeaked out. Killer just sighed softly, going back to tending your wound.

“Oooh, Bigs got in troooouble.” Eustass stuck his tongue out at you and you glared daggers at him - not daring to move anything else. Though, part of you wanted to test Killer to see what he’d do, you decided against it.

“Anyway,” Eustass said, reaching into his pocket. “I stole that Nathan guy’s wallet earlier when I fought him.” He pulled out his wallet. “We should get take out.” He grinned widely and you snorted.

“Shithead. Fine, go find a menu.”

Your brother cheered, running off to the living room where your desk was. One of your drawers had several different take out menus in them.

“Should you be condoning theft?”

You turned your attention back to Killer and you just gave him a lazy grin. “That would be very hypocritical of me.” You reached in your own pocket, pulling out three more wallets. “Considering I did the same thing.”

Killer’s movements stopped as he started between you and the wallet. Then he busted out laughing and you felt your heart race. Man, you loved that laugh of his. You followed suit not long after, snorting and laughing with him.

“What’s so funny?” you heard Eustass ask as he appeared in the doorway.

The two of you glanced at each other before bursting back into laughter.

“Hey! Don’t leave me out of this! You better not be laughing at me! Bigs! Killer!”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #cc #am fics #massacre soldier killer

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