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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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If Jean were to inherit Eren’s titan
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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If you look closely you can see where I redrew Yelena and Mikasa’s hair because I can’t crop for shit ☺️🙏
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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My writers block is eating me alive but anyways Armin is so pretty
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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Good morning
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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helloo can i please request fluff with mammon with an s/o who's a tease but malfunctions at recieving affection? if you write it thank you! 🥰😖🌸
Tysm for requesting this <3 I hope this was what you wanted! Also your profile picture I LOVE IT
Mammon with a (GN!) S/O who’s a tease but malfunctions when receiving affection 
let me just say, you and Mammon are perfect for each other, because he’s exactly like this too
the first time he saw you get flustered, he thought it was just a fluke and wrote it off as bad timing
the second time, though, he started to suspect something, although he wasn’t sure if he believed it
his suspicions weren’t confirmed until the next time you two were in an ‘intimate’ position
it was a bit later at night, and he was in the kitchen sitting down to eat a midnight snack of his sacred ramen 
you, loving the reactions you always got out of him, surprised him by moving to sit on his lap and grind down on his member
smirking when you saw his eyes cloud with lust and his hands reach to grab your hips, you coolly moved off
to your surprise, though, he stopped you, and laced his hand in your hair while the other held your lower back, effectively keeping you close to him 
he kept his eyes cracked open to observe your reaction, and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your lips
you could tell your face was getting red when you felt him smile into the kiss, lightly nibbling on your lower lip to keep himself from laughing 
when he pulled away and looked at you, he was pretty damn proud of himself for figuring it out 
this man sits back with his hands laced behind his head and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, and you knew you were in for it 
after he finds out, he makes a habit of putting you in positions of receiving PDA (i.e, kissing you in front of his brothers, in the hallways of school, really anywhere in public)
you’re not happy about this, because it means you can get away with less teasing
that doesn’t stop you from trying, though, and your teasing plus his flustering you leads to intense power struggles
some so heated that the brothers have to intervene to finally make it stop!
overall, though, him finding out makes your relationship more fun, because now you both know how to make each other tick 
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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I love her so much
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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Nagito x (GN!) Reader ANGST
just some little shitposty drabble I wrote while my zoom teacher is muted and my camera is off lol. there are some possible triggers for graphic depictions of a corpse, obviously angst, and blood, so don't read if these can trigger you 
You were silent. You were terrified. You were scared to even move or breathe, much less cry out for help. In truth, you didn’t want anyone to come help, because you didn't want them to have to see what lay before you. But, that was still a truth you hadn’t accepted; in your mind, you told yourself that what you were seeing was fake. There was no way it was real. There was no way this could have happened. Sure, you were in the killing game, but still. This body, this motionless, freezing corpse...it was fake. It wouldn’t be unusual; players and Monokuma faked deaths often enough that you had started checking over every body you found. You wanted to do the same for this one, to be absolutely sure, but it was like you couldn't move. Your legs were stiff and your hands were shaking, and in your eyes, there was only one thing: pure, raw fear.
Silently, and still holding your breath, you finally took a step. Forcing yourself to keep walking, you mentally braced yourself for what was to come. Crouching down to the side of the corpse, you began to try to examine it.
When you went to touch it, though, you found yourself trembling. Your entire body shaking, not just with fear, but with desperation and denial. It took everything inside of you to press a fingertip to the arm of the corpse, and when you did, you almost immediately withdrew it. The body was cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. It was as though it had been refrigerated before it was laid out here, and that gave you enough hope that it was fake to steel yourself to continue surveying it. 
You put your hand back onto the arm, and softly ran your fingers along the smooth, pale skin. In the back of your mind, you savored every last bit of this. You wondered if it was because you were sadistic and psychotic, or if it was because the feeling of your skin on his was enough to convince you that he was still alive. Honestly, you didn't know which it was, but even the thought that you enjoyed this disgusted you to your very core. 
You were shocked out of your thoughts when your hand found the blood. Right after you touched it, you pulled your hand away with so much force you fell backwards into a seated position on the floor. With your reaction, you would’ve thought it was hot to the touch, but it was the exact opposite; the blood was the coldest thing you had ever felt. It was dark and mostly dried, and in your heart, you knew that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that the body had been out long enough for the blood flow to stop completely, and if there was anything that would convince you that he was dead, it would’ve been this.
But you had become unresponsive to any logic the minute you placed your hand on the corpse. No, the minute you saw the corpse. If anyone witnessed you acting like this, you would be so ashamed. It was horribly naive of you to even consider the possibility he was alive when his entrails were practically ripped out of his stomach. But you couldn't help it. It wasn't even that you wanted him to be alive so you didn't have to go through a class trial, it was more that you needed him alive, because you truly didn't know what you would do if he was dead. 
It wasn’t until you ran your hands along his jacket that you noticed the tears coming out of your eyes. The more you touched him, the more fell, like fat, heavy raindrops. And then, it became too much for you to bear. You began to cry so hard that it racked your whole body. You grabbed the ends of his jacket and buried your face in them, knowing that it was sick but not caring in the least. All you wanted was a sign, a sign of life, and you didn't get it. You were despondent at this point, wailing into the jacket of the man whom you loved, holding onto any part of him you still could. 
And then, you began to scream. You were screaming in loss, screaming in heartbreak, and screaming in absolute horror. You denied yourself any emotion, because you didn't want to accept the truth that was staring you straight in the face, but when your deepest fear was confirmed, it was like something inside of you snapped. Your throat was sore and your eyes were so puffed you could barely see out of them, but you kept screaming. Your nonsensical shrieks eventually morphed into ‘HELP’, and you prayed to every god under the Sun that people would find you soon. At first, you didn't want anyone else to see, but this pain, this gut-wrenching sadness, this heartbreak, this despair, it was all too much for you to handle alone. It wasn't long before the others came flooding through the doors and saw the scene before them, and when they did, they were horrified.
Everyone was silent, staring at the corpse you were clinging to so desperately, but you could hear them hold their breath when they saw the blood on your hands. Pulling your eyes away from the body, but never surrendering your hold on its jacket, you turned to them. Tearily, you began to speak, sobs interrupting nearly every word you said.
“N-Nagito...
“He’s dead.” 
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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Literally just wrote like a 3,000 word angst of Kuroo x reader where they graduate and have to say goodbye to each other and the whole mf thing deleted 🥲 forgot that tumblr doesn’t auto save
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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mikasagoddessofwar · 3 years
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Hellooo people of Tumblr
I’m a bit new to writing on this app, however I've been a user of Tumblr for a long time so I have an idea of what I'm doing...I think ;)
Down below is a list of fandoms/animes I can write for as well as certain styles of writing I'll write. If anyone has any requests for characters and style from the list below feel free to reach out!! 
FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:
MHA
Danganronpa (any season/game as well as any characters from them)
Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin
Obey me!
Haikyuu!
STYLES I CAN WRITE:
Angst
Fluff
Lemons/smut
Character x Reader (I can write character x character however I prefer to do characters x a reader)
Headcanons
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE: 
Non-con lemons (I know a lot of people like this style, however it can be very triggering to people and I want my writing to make people happy instead of uncomfortable or trigger them. I have no problem writing lemons, but all of them will be consensual as that is what I am most comfortable with)
Thank you guys for reading and, once again, PLEASE, feel free to request! I also have a Wattpad account: mikasasportsbra where I wrote a Kokichi x reader lemon if you want to get a feel for how I write :)
Also- if there are any other animes not listed that you want to request things for just reach out and I'll check it out! Same goes for any style/category not listed
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