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captainjacklyn · 2 years

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I wonder how headcanons of Azul, Jamil, and Malleus would look like with a fem!mc who is a sea serpent that can switch between human and dragon form?

Sounds great ! I hope you enjoy these head canons, have a great day and stay safe.

Pairing(s) : jamil x reader, malleus x reader, azul x reader

Warning(s) : cussing, and a lot of it. Some crack here and there but not my best shots to be quite frank with you I think this is my worst post so far and I'll do my best to improve and update it. Also I hate the knew banners I put for my characters so I'll go and fix it.

Azul, Jamil and Malleus reacting to a sea serpent F!mc

Well he surely wasn't expecting this.

You don't possess magic but you can transform into a 32 foot sea snake....Doesn't that count as magic-

You luckily aren't a threat to him and he isn't one to you. Well...Not anymore at least. I head canon that when people overblot their mind is taken over by all the negative thoughts (meaning their in a way controlled) yet their body still shows signs of certain emotions such as trembling when afraid.

So when he noticed your enormous dragon head poking from the open walls of Scarabia, He was shaking to death.

Just turning into a jack hammer like :

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-

Kalim : "am I the only one who finds it weird that Jamil is vibrating right now ?"

Floyd : "who cares ! it's fucking hilarious, hey shrimpy roar."

Now overblot Jamil went through the ceiling after hearing that ear drum breaking sound.

Azul : "....Is he dead ?"

Jade : "Most likely but I don't think so because he just slammed back down."

WAKES UP IN A HOSPITAL WITH A BRAIN CONCUSSION

"I-I have nothing besides the fact that you just scared me shitless" Great. know he's constipated.

You are fucking GINORMOUS and big is a HUGE underestimation.

Don't try to eat him. don't try to eat him name, don't- Aaand you just did.

Spit him out. wha- No that won't insult him ! you're eating the guy alive and liking octopus as a meal isn't a FUCKING COMPLIMENT.

azul is impressed, horrified and offended.

Don't look at me with those 'I told you' eyes, eating a very much alive being won't flatter them YOU LITTLE-

A N Y W A Y S

The man is scared but he's also impressed with your power, being able to transform into a gigantic monster as its perks.

When people mess with you the respect is quickly gained with one transformation and demonstration of your capabilities.

Besides the fact that you can cause so much fucking damage.

HOW THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU SWALLOWED CROWLEY YET ?!

He doesn't taste good- SO YOU SAY YOU WOULD RATHER EAT THE GUY YOU LIKE AND THE ONE YOU HATE LIVE ?!

god damn it mc.

Two words : DRAGON LOVERS

you both are so fucking adorable, I just imagine the both of you taking a nap in your dragon forms just cuddled up together.

A bit like this :

pretend being a sea snake in dragon form, IT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE.

but now that NRC knows about you two and your true forms, I pray not for Crowley and his "stress".

chew. him. out.

yes, I know you said no cause he tasted like shit but deal with it. I ain't helping, more like I can't cause he's in your stomach and- Wait a minute.

Did you just eat him alive ?!

I said chew not swallow !

sigh...Malleus ?

But besides the fact that Crowley now resides in your digestion, you and malleus are good for marriage.

Two dragons ruling over a kingdom of faes, if anyone says that you lack knowledge in magic they got another thing coming.

What is surprising is that you come from the waters while he lives in the sky and dry lands. It reminds me of the little mermaid who wishes to meet the guy she saw once, and as a mermaid Ariel has to stay in water meanwhile her love at first sight cliché stays on dry land.

There was a small French story as well which can only be found in a children's book that I used to read as a kid.

It's between a dragon who belongs in the water and the female one who is the rainbow dragon who paints the colors of the sky.

Should I make a fic about this ? I don't know.

Just two adorable dragon lovers and-

Mc swallow Crowley back I do not want to see him.

Hope you enjoyed and I'm sorry for not being active today much often.

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months

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Ao Lie

referencing posts like; baby Ao Lie meeting the bimawen, and Ao Lie wants to be a godfather.

I thought it would be pretty adorable if part of the reason Ao Lie is able to act a horse so well was because they were like his favorite animal as a little hatchling and while it was considered kinda weird among dragons ("Not even a seahorse? Just a... land horse???") it was fully embraced by a certain celestial stablemaster - Bimawen Sun Wukong.

Ao Lie would run off and "to be a ""play horsey" whenever he wandered away from his dad or brothers when they went to the Jade Palace for summits or banquets. He was too small to actually transform himself into a horse, but he'd turn into his noodley-snake dragon form and slink away into the stables.

Wukong likely came across the white baby dragon as he was riling up the curious horses (they all saw Ao Lie as a snake), and was like;

Wukong: "Damn, how did a baby dragon get in here? Ok little guy best get you back-" Ao Lie, hissing: "No!!! I'm horsey! I stay in stable!" Wukong, trying not to laugh: "Ok? I guess I was wrong. You're clearly a skinny white foal. My apologies." Ao Lie: :3

Even if Ao Lie doesn't remember the encounters that well, it did leave him with a positive opinion of horses, stablehands, and monkeys for some reason.

When the dragon is a teenager by the time of the Journey, all he knows about Sun Wukong is that 1: His dad and uncles don't like him, 2: He steals stuff, and 3: He's in jail. His brain doesn't make the mental connection until much later when Zhu Bajie calls Wukong a "useless bimawen!" during the Gold and Silver demons arc.

When Ao Lie first met Wukong in the stone egg au, he basically had the mental journey of; "Huh. The monkey king is kinda chubby- OMG its an egg!! Why is he walking?! Get off my back Tang monk! Don't you know mothers need plenty of rest?!"

After meeting the steed for the first time Tripitaka wonders why the "Bai Longma" is super insistent on letting Wukong ride him specifically. Remembering that the Monkey is "carrying a stone egg" (Tripitaka only knows that part and thinks its a metaphor), the monk in turn tells Wukong that he should ride instead.

Wukong, tired but still wanting to stretch his legs after 500 years under the mountain is like; "Huh? No way! I'm fine! You ride him."

After a while of Tripitaka insisting that the Monkey rides instead of him, Ao Lie gets annoyed and just sits down, causing the monk on his back to slide off into the mud. Holy cassock now muddy. Wukong gets the message but insists he'll only ride until the next village/when they get a second divine-given horse.

Zhu Bajie tries to ride Bai Longma *once* and he gets bucked off so hard he gets tossed into a lake. He swears the horse has it out for him.

I hc that this was around the time Ao Lie's older sister was having a baby, and he was really bummed out that he wouldn't be able to attend to his uncle-duties cus of his "community service" [ie. the Journey]. So he redirected some of that excitement onto Wukong, who was carrying the Stone Egg. Eggs are a huge cause for celebration among dragonkind either way since they only produce a few in their long livespan.

Wukong was a little surprised/confused by Ao Lie's doting behavior at first, but started to understand why the dragon-horse was acting that way when he spoke to Ao Moang later on during the Tuolong incident.

Prince Moang: "I must pass on congratulations. It's not common among either of our kind to behold future kin." Wukong: "Oh really? When's the last time you've seen a dragon egg?" Prince Moang: "Last year actually! Our sister Zhūlong's egg hatched around the time of your release." Wukong: "Oh. that explains why Ao Lie spoils me." Prince Moang, excitedly: "My little brother is here!? I have to tell him everything! I have woodblock paintings of the baby!" Ao Lie, running over still in horse-mode: "Show me! Show me!" Zhu Bajie, watching: "Weirdos. Its just babies. Everyone's having 'em."

And Ao Lie continues to be super doting and attentive to Wukong as the Journey continues, though he does ask after a few years when the Egg is supposed to be laid. Wukong doesn't have a clear answer for him.

After a while, Wukong says almost in jest; "With how well you've been tending to me and the Egg, I might as well make you their godfather!"

Ao Lie just *shrieks* with joy!! Yes yes yes! He would be so honoured!

Wukong doesn't even have time to explain it was a joke when the dragon hugs him, heavy tears falling on his fur.

Ao Lie: "I'm sorry. It's just that... no one at home has really trusted me with anything so important before. I know that you might... get really hurt when your Egg finally arrives and I am so glad that you trust me to care for them if you have to leave us."

Wukong realises in that moment... Ao Lie knows about Stone Eggs. He eavesdropped on a conversation held between Wukong and the Bodhisattva Guanyin early on, and silently held onto that knowledge until Wukong was comfortable sharing it with the others.

The Monkey King decides in that moment that he doesn't want to trust anyone other than the dragon prince to care for his future child. He's already proven his kind nature - and if the future Stone Monkey were to truly be born an orphan, Ao Lie would gladly help to raise them in secret away from the prying eyes of Heaven.

Unfortunately the Samadhi Fire made it so that Ao Lie would be unable to fufill this duty either...

#bai longma #lmk ao lie #sun wukong #jttw stone egged au #slow boiled stone egg au #pregnancy tw #jttw #journey the west #stone egg talk #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk aus #gif warning

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lara-kaminari · 1 month

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How do you think the HL boys will react seeing a Metamorphmagus mc. Like Nymphadora Tonks, MC is able to change her hair color depending on her mood or something? Or everytime they see her she has changed her hair color of sorts.

I imagine curiosity would be piqued in each of their peers, but why answer it when I can describe it (?).

For practical purposes and under my humble knowledge on this subject, the abilities of the Metamorphmagus vary according to its bearer and each mage usually has its limitations when transforming.

HL guys reacting to MC Metamorphmagus:

(Sebastian Sallow - Ominis Gaunt - Amit Thakkar - Garreth Weasley - Leander Prewett)

Sebastian Sallow:

- He wouldn't even imagine it.

-One day Sebastian is bored from studying so much, you're standing next to him concentrating on your book and he decides to tickle your nose with his quill.

-"Sebastian!" you complain with a laugh.

-"Much better, nothing like hearing your laughter to lift my spirits".

-So you laugh slightly embarrassed, pray that your cheeks don't turn pink and it works....

-Except your hair is the one that turns pink.

- "AAAAAAAH!"

- "WHAT? What's wrong? What?"

- "Your hair! It's pink!"

-You gasp and basically pat your head as if that makes the color go away, a little calm in your heart gets it back to its original color.

-When you look at Sebastian he's like crazy looking for something in his book.

-"Wait, wait, I read about this in one of my books... Here! It's dragon pox!"

- "It's not dragon pox, you moron, I'm a Metamorphmagus!"

-You cover your face with your hands, this is terrible. It was bad enough being born a freak and now the only guy you're comfortable with knows you're a freak from head to toe.

- "I guess that makes more sense," Sebastian muttered.

-You don't want to look him in the eye yet, it's too embarrassing, but when you dare to peek at him through your fingers you notice that the boy's cheeks are almost the same pink as your hair was.

- "I... I think it's fascinating," Sebastian murmurs. "I think you're fascinating."

Ominis Gaunt:

-You had never considered telling Ominis about your changing abilities, Sebastian knew about it long ago but you didn't think to comment to the blind boy that you can change when he doesn't even want to see you.

-Unless...

- "Hey Ominis, would you mind touching my face?" you asked.

- "Excuse me?"

- "It's just... Sebastian told me that you do that when you want to get to know the other person more, I think we're already confident enough to take that step."

- "You... You want me to do that? I thought it would be inappropriate".

- "Oh, come on, it'll just be a harmless touch."

-He agrees and you hold back your laughter at what you have planned.

-Ominis is too polite, he clears his throat several times before raising his hands to you and when he does.... He finds himself with a pig's nose.

-Ominis immediately pulls his hands away.

- "Is something wrong?" you ask with feigned innocence.

- "Nothing, nothing; just... let me-....."

-Ominis touches your nose again, which now has a normal shape, his hands continue their tour until he suddenly encounters a huge duck's beak.

- "WHAT?", Ominis touches your now normal mouth again and you giggle.

-He doesn't give up, he handles you like putty in his hands. The next phase is your eyebrows which in an instant you turn into mounds of thick hair.

-"Okay, what's going on?" he questioned.

-You let out a loud laugh and confess your secret to him, Ominis seems impressed.

- "Unsettling," he admitted, "Can you change what you want about yourself?"

- "I have small limitations."

- "But still... Can I feel your real face?"

-Without hesitation you let him.

Garreth Weasley:

-No matter how many times you tell him: HE STILL FORGETS IT.

-It's always a novelty for Garreth to see you change.

-It's in potions class when you decide to play with his bad memory a bit.

-"Okay, try this," Garreth said, holding out a vial.

- "What is it?"

- "Just some experimentation nonsense."

- "Is it safe?"

-"Come on, it's not the first time you've tried one of my concoctions.... No, I don't know if it's safe; isn't that the fun of it?"

-You fake a little fear and carefully drink the potion, most of Garreth's experiments are harmless because they go nowhere so you're going to take advantage of it.

-You wince, hold your stomach and duck your head.

- "Are you okay? What's wrong? Professor Sharp! Help!"

-You raise your head, and Garreth lets out an all-too-sharp cry when he sees you with housecat features.

-Everyone is looking at them, but you're too busy laughing as you return your face to normal.

-"Have you lost your mind?" replied Garreth.

- "Grounded you two!" said Professor Sharp.

-At least Garreth wouldn't forget your abilities for a while.

Amit Thakkar:

- You have become an object of study since Amit learned that you are a shape-shifter.

-You are lying on the floor of the astronomy tower and Amit keeps giving you directions.

- "Make your hair longer."

- "Longer?" you reply.

- "Remember this is for science."

-You heed his instructions, Amit takes the opportunity to leave little gold buttons in specific parts of your hair.

-"If this is Altair, then this must be Swan.... No no, I have to put the map back together again."

-He is... Putting constellations in your hair?

-It's not the most useful or eye-catching function.

-However, listening to him create star maps relaxes you.

- "Can you make your hair bluer?"

- "Sure, Amit, sure."

Leander Prewett:

- "Okay, try this."

-He and you were in the Great Dining Room enjoying some Bertie Bott Dragees, you pop one of the candies into your mouth without questioning it too much and the spicy flavor invades your taste buds.

- "It's spicy! It's spicy!" you complain.

-In the process of blowing and desperately drinking a glass of water, your hair turns a very bright red.

-Leander says nothing, just smiles.

-"Now try this one," he says.

-"If you're going to give me another spicy one..."

- "I promise I won't, try it."

-The next flavor is sweet, you recognize it right away.

-"Green apple?" you ask.

-He smiles, seeing the color of your hair changing to that color and how you still don't realize it.

- "Right on target," he says.

-You find it strange how Leander looks at you so tenderly but you don't question why, maybe it's all in your head.

-Literally.

#Maybe I will make a second part including the girls #And Duncan Hobhouse #That coward #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #leander prewett #hogwarts legacy imagine

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vi-maxwell-blog · 1 year

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Accidental baby adquisition

By VioDuo

-Hmmm, what's that?

-A dragon egg obviously Potter

-And why do you have a dragon egg with you?

-I found it

-You found it?

-Yes!! I was making rounds when a door opened, it was inside an enchanted basket.

-And why did you take it!? Give it here, it needs to keep warm.

Harry took his cape and covered the egg with it and a warming enchantment.

-We need to take it to a professor

-We?

-Yes, we. You found it and took it, I found you. WE are going to...

The discussion was interrupted by the cracking noise that came from the egg.

-Its...opening?

-Oh merlin!!!

With a louder crack the egg exploded in Harry's arms, it took a lot of effort and a bit of help from Malfoy to keep the dragon from falling.

And when they looked at the creature they were even more surprised.

Instead of the baby dragon, they were expecting, there was a blueish baby, with pointy ears, hot orange hair, and what it looked like a tail.

-Thats....

-A baby.

-It has a tail.

-He is blue, what kind of egg did you steal?

-I didn´t steal it, I found it!!

-There's no way there was a dragon egg just lying around the castle, I know you Malfoy, you....

-Mama

Both guys looked at the small creature still secure in the Gryffindor's arms.

-Did he just...

-Mama

-Yep, he did.

The little baby kept his eyes on Harry's face, munching on his little hand.

-Congratulation Potter, you are a mom now.

Before Draco could run away, Harry took the other by the cape.

-Don´t you dare to leave me. It's your problem too

-Papa

-Congratulations Malfoy, you are a dad now.

The baby just giggled.

-We need to take him to a professor

-And found some clothes for him too

-What does Dragon eat?

Both teenagers looked at the other resigned.

-First clothes, then food, and then professor - Said Malfoy, taking off his cape, and covering the baby. -Come with me, I have some clothes that we can transform for him. I can request some special baby clothes from the family modiste.

-Why would your clothes be better? I have clothes too.

-Really Potter? I seen your clothes, they have more holes than fabric. Why do you keep those by the way?

-It´s not like I can go shopping you know? With Voldie trying to kill me and everything.

-Fine, I will ask for clothes for you too.

-Why?

-Because you don´t have any sense of fashion, I'm making you a favor.

-Who told you I need your fashion advice?

They kept bickering all the way to the Slytherin common room. The baby giggled safely in the arms of his mama.

The End?

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #accidental baby acquisition #doodle #watercolor #mini fic

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inventors-fair · 2 months

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NPC Commentary: Notably Nameless

As much as I make a big deal out of not knowing all these references, it's honestly the things I most look forward to about these kinds of contests. Everyone bringing their own take on their favorite properties like dishes to a potluck is a delight to watch every time. Sure, some designs can be more resonant with some knowledge of the source material, but it's just as often that something that I've never even heard of before catches my eye.

Naturally there was no shortage of media from all over the spectrum this week. I am impressed just how much of variety of designs we had across the board, however. The difficulty with designing nonlegendary creatures designed to stand out is that there's often far less room to work with in making them unique. That's only amplified when you get into designing for Universes Beyond, as there's often much less to base their abilities off of than with named or prominent characters. Even still, you all performed wonderfully this week, and I think that deserves to be highlighted.

But enough of that, let's get into the meat of this.

@aethernalstars — Kandra from the Mistborn series

Well, this certainly goes about cloning in an unusual way. We've seen something somewhat similar with the most recent iteration of Lazav, but the restriction to only stealing cards the turn they hit the yard is a fun twist. That said, I'm concerned the initial payment is just way too high here. 4 mana for a 0/2 is a miserable rate, and then you need to invest at minimum 5 more mana before this actually gets to copy anything. A reduction in the numbers somewhere is probably warranted, and I would say you're better off cranking down the initial mana cost, given that the second ability doubles as protection. Also, I don't know if this is intentional or not, but given the current wording doesn't retain the ability to exile cards between transformations, its "pool" of transformations is essentially fixed the moment it decides to commit. It's an extremely interesting idea, but the current iteration unfortunately is a bit on the clunky side.

@bergdg — Roughs Tough from the Mistborn series

Whew, this one's an absolute house—design-wise and appearance-wise. A trampler with reasonable stats that consistently grows is already pretty scary, but a potential fight every single turn—even at instant speed—catapults this straight from "scary" to "terrifying." The ease of sacrificing an artifact varies pretty wildly from set to set, of course, but with the ever-presentness of treasure I can't imagine it would be too difficult in a limited environment. Despite not knowing the source material, I've got to say the flavor is very cool, though. Artifact sacrifice is an interesting pair with a rough-and-tumble collection of gangsters, but it also feels very natural. It's got me interested to see more of the organization to be sure.

@dimestoretajic — Dragon Slime from the Dragon Quest series

Aw, little guy! A pretty simple design all-around, but there's plenty of small details that catch my eye. I do like the use of red's often unused domain of ice and snow, although I'm not sure just having ice-related powers with no wintry visual theming qualifies this as being a snow creature. The classification is a little on the arbitrary side at the best of times, but that's one part that's fairly consistent. It's kind of funny that it can copy itself—an ability extremely common among Magic's various Oozes—and yet have it flavored as something different. Not questioning your decision on the flavor, just a fun parallel. It's an odd pair with firebreathing, though; that's one of the few abilities that doesn't improve with more copies. If anything the copy ability seems like it would play more like protection—if it's ever threatened, it can just make another in response.

@evscfa1 — Tonberry from the Final Fantasy series

And the award for Scariest Creature to Revive with Alesha goes to! This is an odd one, though. We haven't seen much design space explored with self-stunning yet, and this is certainly a very extreme example of it. While Sleep-Cursed Faerie was just an extremely efficient beater once it finally untapped, this one seems more likely to have opponents quaking in fear of when it finally gets to attack. I like the dynamic created by the fact that this gets to swing every turn once it sloughs off the counters. It really does feel like it's looming and slowly approaching, which I assume was the intention. The ability to choose the nastiest ability for the situation is also pretty delightful, though I do worry that the half life mode is notably more weak than the other two, while the hand attack is much stronger. While they're all reasonable if you played fair and waited four turns, there's plenty of ways to not play fair with this thing, and a full discard too early in the game is potentially ruinous. The sacrifice mode feels a bit redundant as far as your opponent is concerned, because blocking also usually loses them a creature of their choice.

@horsecrash — Nac Mac Feegle from the Discworld series

Certainly wouldn't want to see a horde of these surly fellows bearing down on me, though the faerie type could mean it's less of a horde and more of a swarm. I'm always happy to see more exploration of the design possibilities of squad, and this feels like a great fit. Besides the value that squad always brings, it allows you to hit the condition of three opponents attacked using fewer cards, which is smart. I do worry that it's a bit all-or-nothing, though. Their low toughness means that the gap between having indestructible and not is pretty gargantuan. Indestructible feels a bit out of character for monored, as well, and I think that first strike with an accompanying power budget increase could accomplish something similar. As an aside, the reminder text of melee implies a slightly different wording for abilities that scale based on how many opponents you attack. There's no reason to assume your wording wouldn't also work, but it's something to keep in mind.

@hypexion — Replicator Drone from the Stargate series

It does exactly what is says on the tin. Replicate on permanent spells is still largely unexplored, and while Squad fulfills more or less the same role minus some edge cases, I can understand doing it for the flavor. This one's really hard to judge in a vacuum, though. The first question is how hard it is to sacrifice two artifacts, which you have to do at least once if you want to get your mana's worth, and that largely depends on the density of artifact tokens or artifacts that want to be sacrificed. More than that, the question is if you're likely to have the tools to take advantage of a bunch of vanilla artifact creatures. Even outside of a specific limited environment, this one strikes me as a card that's absolutely dependent on other cards to synergize with it, which can be a pretty sharp turn-off.

@insect-glaive — Medium Blocker from Destiny 2

Well, it's definitely a blocker, no doubt about that. I assume Taken is the name of the race, but without any context on the source material I'm a bit dubious of Blocker as a creature type. Be careful with this wording, though: anti-sacrifice effects against your opponents such as Angel of Jubilation prevent permanents from being sacrificed to pay costs or cast spells, and defensive ones such as Tajuru Preserver prevent you from being forced to sacrifice permanents by your opponents. This does both, meaning that while your opponents can't crack their fetchlands, they're also completely immune to Fleshbag Marauder or similar effects. Uniquely, this also prevents opponents from having to sacrifice permanents to their own effects, which is potentially an outright benefit for them.

@jestingmaniac — Jabba's Hunter from the Star Wars series

We've seen a smattering of bounty counters over the years, and this fits right in. Plus, he high prominence of bounty hunters in Star Wars—including two of the main characters of the original trilogy—means I could easily see it promoted into a full archetype in a hypothetical set. In that hypothetical set, though, I'd worry that triggering on any bounty might be a bit too much for a common. You could have it grant the bounty reward alongside the counter in a similar vein to Mathas, but that might constitute an increase in complexity that would necessitate a bump to uncommon anyway. The flavor also feels just barely not quite there. The variety of bounty hunters I've seen from the series are a hugely varied group, so I think the card actually ends up being slightly too generic. A bit of flavor text could go a long way, I feel.

@just--a--penguin — Umbrella Waddle Dee from the Kirby series

Who gave this little guy all of this power? My understanding of the Kirby series is that the Waddle Dees are essentially just cannon fodder, so a statline as bulky as 3/3 is a bit surprising. While it's more in black's wheelhouse, green has flirted with above-rate creatures with downsides before. Granting flying is a good pick, too, as it's a form of evasion you're less likely to have a meaningful way to deal with. That said, I think this might be a bit too efficient with the downside only kicking in if it dies. Which is to say, if it never dies, which is perfectly feasible in a color like green, you've got a powerful, low-investment beater at common. Also, while this is dampened by your opponent getting to choose exactly where the counter goes, it can actually end up being a boon depending on the limited environment. It's mandatory, so your opponent is forced to make one of their creatures suddenly vulnerable to Plummet or similar cards. Touching on the flavor for a second, I imagine the flying counter is meant to signify Kirby gaining its ability, and you could reflavor it as just a creature picking up the umbrella. That said, it strikes me as a bit odd that it ends up with flying when the Dee itself only has reach. Maybe the other creature is just better at using the umbrella?

@mildewpyre — Rain Deer from Rain World

What on earth is going on in Rain World? Well, not on Earth, I suppose. At any rate, this curious specimen offers some pretty hefty protection to whatever wants it. It's reminiscent of the series of white and blue fliers that grant flying to something else on attack, but in a much more dramatic fashion. The vigilance combined with triggering on block is interesting too, as odds are you'll be granting the protection to a different creature on block than on attack. Given that protection, though, I do question to comically high toughness number. While I'm sure toughness matters decks appreciate it, given nothing on the board can damage it anyway, it's really only protecting from damage-based removal, which struggles to kill creatures past 5 or 6 toughness anyway. It's very fair, though. High casting cost plus low power means this needs to find something powerful to enable before it's a real offensive threat, which feels very green.

@misterstingyjack — Oberon's Attendant from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Here we have the only submission taken from a play, and from a true blue classic at that. Magic's no stranger to faerie courts, though, and I think that leaves this feeling a bit unfortunately generic. That's not your fault, of course—it's just that so much of Magic's faeries are taken from either the same sources as A Midsummer Night's Dream, or just directly from the play itself, that as a Universes Beyond card it doesn't have much to set itself apart. The gameplay, too, is definitely interesting and unique, but also nothing that couldn't work in existing magic settings. In particular, while we don't see them much nowadays, Dominarian faeries are primarily green and blue, and we've even recently seen a legendary faerie in those colors who deals in auras—that's Ivy, Gleeful Spellthief for reference. But enough of my bellyaching, let's dig into the meat of this card. Four faeries is quite the ask, especially on a card that does nothing to increase that number, but that's quite the reward. An almost debilitating level of tempo that pairs extremely well with both green's assortment of buffing auras as well as blue's assortment of debilitating ones. It might be a bit on the strong side as-is, but I'd be very interested to see more of it.

@nine-effing-hells — Chest Burster from the Alien series

Ah yes, finally, the Alien Alien. I do want to take a second to say that emerge is such a natural fit for the xenomorph's signature parasitism that I genuinely couldn't think of a better way to do it. Asking to emerge from something specific is a great evolution of the mechanic, and picking Human as a nod to one of the most iconic scenes from the first movie is great. I do think the emerge cost could stand to be a bit lower, though. While I'm not the most knowledgeable on how to balance emerge, and 5 life is undeniably a sizable chunk, humans aren't really known for their high mana values. Having to pay that much up-front for a body that's nothing impressive is a bit of a hard sell.

@party-in-the-ipa — Bladefish from Dungeon Meshi

First and foremost, I would advise you to be careful with hybrid costs. While it's been shown that you're allowed to bend the rules a bit, hybrid card crucially have to be something either color would reasonable be capable of doing on their own. Black fits just fine here, as they're not strangers to powerful creatures with downsides, and though flash is a bit uncommon in the color, it's hardly unheard of. Blue, on the other hand, just does not get creatures this aggressive or efficient, especially not at this low of a mana cost. Beyond that, this card's just really, really strong. 3 power that early in the game means it can trade with just about anything while simultaneously applying huge pressure on your opponent, which the downside isn't nearly enough to make up for. If it manages to connect even once, the most the death trigger can do is even the loss out, and they still have to spend a card to get rid of it. Even beyond early aggression, flash allows this to play as a surprise blocker that hits way above its weight class. It's not all bad, though. I love the life gain on death being flavored as, well, flavor. Hopefully Shock doesn't add too much of an aftertaste.

@real-aspen-hours — Adaptive Xenomorph from the Alien series

Great minds clearly think alike, because this is improbably the second xenomorph with emerge submitted. This one also zeroes in on the relatively unexplored design space of the characteristics of the sacrificed creature mattering, though this does it in a much less specific way. This is a bit beyond my ken, but from what I gathered, the xenomorphs supposedly emulate whatever they parasitize, which this does demonstrate well. That said, these kinds of keyword inheritance effects work best when they're able to gather keywords from multiple sources, which emerge inherently stymies by only allowing a single sacrifice. Besides the admittedly very cute interaction of converting temporary buffs into permanent counters, you're often trading a card in hand for a slightly larger body and menace. I could see that being an attractive option in some situations, but it seems a bit more finnicky than previous cards with emerge we've seen.

@reaperfromtheabyss — Hideous Zippleback from the How to Train Your Dragon series

Don't be mean to the poor thing, surely it can't be that bad. Although based on that ETB, they might be on the right track. This beastie would be right at home in Shadowmoor block, at least. The two abilities make for a very effective one-two punch, which according your submission is supposed to be the breath of each of its two heads. That's clever, and it's also really strong. The fact that it blankets counters across the entire board and has evasion means that as soon as summoning sickness wears off, it's essentially free to pick off the enemies piece by piece. While I get the reasoning behind allowing it to target creatures with any kind of counter—presumably to make it a bit more versatile and prevent it from being pigeonholed into strictly -1/-1 counter strategies—I'm not sure it ends up playing all that well. Principally, the most common type of counters are +1/+1 counters, which will often push creatures out of range of the damage, severely gimping the zippleback's effectiveness.

@snugz — Mettaur from the Mega Man series

This is about as simple as it gets, so I'm afraid I genuinely don't have much to say about it. It's functional, and as far as I can tell the stats versus cost for that effect are about right. But in a contest all about marrying design and flavor, I'm afraid I just don't get much of anything here. If anything, wouldn't an enemy that retreats behind a shield (or under a helmet, in this case) have an effect to make itself temporarily indestructible rather than a shield counter?

@squeezyboi — Life Model Decoy from Marvel Comics

We've seen clones that double as removal for the original before, but all of those are either more expensive to cast or more difficult to use, so this ends up feeling a bit too strong. While scrubbing legendary-ness feels appropriate for a decoy, the fact that this is best used offensively feels a bit off. Admittedly I don't know the source material, but "decoy" implies that the person is being replaced for their own safety, which lends itself more to copying your own creatures. That would also allow it to be a fair bit cheaper, as copying strictly your own creatures is a step down. But, I'm rambling. Point is, this is a really interesting take on a clone that I can see a clear flavor direction behind, but it's just not quite there in a number of aspects.

@stupidstupidratcreatures — Nurse Joy from the Pokémon series

There sure are a lot of Nurse Joys, huh? These kind of effects are always fascinating to me, challenging you with an extremely strict timing restriction to try and wring the maximum possible value out of them. There's surprisingly few of these effects that return to hand rather than the battlefield, too, and the hilariously specific restriction is a great nod to the source material. As far as gameplay goes, while you're unlikely to return the full six on average, I'd imagine you're still perfectly happy if this grabs back two or three. Plus, the flash means this can be leveraged both as an offensive option to recover sacrificed resources and as a defensive one to rebuild after a wipe. It's also far less likely to break the game than Second Sunrise and its sibling, which is always a plus. This was a strong contender for the winner's circle that just barely got edged out, but don't go thinking for a second that it's not great.

@tavi-en-astra — The Apathy from RWBY

A horrifying sight, to be sure, not least because of how effective this is at slowing the game down. That certainly fits something called "The Apathy" like a glove, though I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. The decision to give it 1 toughness is smart, just because its toughness is in practice far higher than whatever is printed on the card. The squad cost does strike me as far too low here, though. The lowest mana cost for squad we've seen so far is 2, and given how good the returns are on multiples of these, I would say 2 at minimum would be more than justified. The effect being split across multiple bodies also makes removing it with anything short of a boardwipe a pain, which is even more of an issue when the decks that would struggle against this the most are unlikely to be packing many boardwipes for fear of hitting their own guys.

@thetabbybadger — Treasured Nug from the Dragon Age series

As much as I want to love this adorable little guy, and believe me, I do, I think it's unfortunately just too weak. With its starting stats, you'd have to sacrifice two Foods a turn just to give it a reasonable statline, which is likely unfeasible. Also, I'm not sure if this is intentional or not, but the effect excludes any nontoken Foods like Three Bowls of Porridge, which feels like an unnecessary restriction even if the trigger was stronger. A better baseline stat spread and/or changing the trigger to give counters would help a lot. I do love the direction here, though! Tacking a bit of life onto every food sacrifice is a great way to play into what foods already do.

@walker-of-the-yellow-path — Imperfect Swordsmachine from Ultrakill

Blood tokens serve as a great companion for Ultrakill's bloodthirsty robots, but that also highlights a sore point of missed potential. From my knowledge of the game, these robots are quite literally fueled by blood, which presents a perfect opportunity to explore how creatures can interact with blood tokens, and simply making on one hit doesn't quite accomplish that. It's a perfectly good card, if a bit on the weak side—especially for a creature that wants to wade into combat as often as possible—but making a creature designed to fill in the gaps of the world rather than sell it feels like a bit of a lowball.

Thank you once again for all your entries! @spooky-bard

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #commentary #npc contest

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year

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11 13 20 21 from the character game for gríma?

OOoooh yesss, more questions! More questions! <3 <3 <3

[From this ask meme]

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character? oooo word association time!

First thing I think when my brain goes "It's Grima Wormtongue Time! (tm)": Snake man. Damp. Seidr. ¿Gender?

From there it usually goes to whatever thing it is that I'm working on - so if I'm thinking through, for example, marriage and courting rituals of Rohan and how they might look depending on class/gender/end-result (i.e., marriage or lover or side piece etc.) then my brain will do Grima Time (tm) and the first thing will be: how does it work with him and in what ways does he do it slightly sideways?

Everything about Grima is a little pear-shaped, at the end of the day.

13. Your favorite friendship they have

In canon? Grima’s friendship with his own sarcasm. Poor man doesn’t have friends—or none that we are shown, I should say.

In head-canon? Well, in Swimming Through Fire, Grima and Legolas’ friendship is the best thing that happened outside of my accidental creation of Downey’s friend Willis.

I’ve given him a bit of a right-hand guy in What Makes a Kynge (i.e., Team Up and Scheme fic). His name is Eadric and he’s got the world’s meanest daughter and I love her. Anyway, Eadric and Grima are quasi-friends. They’re as close to friend as Grima can get in a world where he’s not been forced to do work on changing himself (YET. He has some revelations, they just happen in different fashions).

20. A weird headcanon

I’m not sure I have a weird head-canon for him. What constitutes weird? I suppose, I head-canon that post-war, when Eomer needs to do something with him that uses his skillset but obviously he can’t hold his former position, he ends up being like a brew-master.

BECAUSE. Brewing is associated with magic/sorcery due to its transformative nature (the art of brewing itself, also alcohol as a transformative substance has a longstanding history), and Grima spent large whacks of his childhood avoiding his brothers and so spent it in the kitchen or the weaving room (g E n D e R t H i N g S) and learned how to brew from his mother.

Aside from brewing, though, he ends up inventing forensic science because there’s a few weird deaths that are sus and Grima is like “what if we cut open the body and looked inside?” and people were like “you’re a sick freak, we always knew that, but wow next level.” Eomer though is like, “wait. Let the man speak.” So Grima gets to do some slicing and poking around and being like “oh so that’s what a human liver looks like. I’ve only ever seen various animal ones.”

Anyway, mostly he’s like the weird brewer and sells dubious herbs and Eomer doesn’t ask him for advice from time to time but Eomer totally asks him for advice from time to time.

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

I don’t know if Grima can ever allow himself to be fully happy. I really don’t think he has it in him, which is sad and also yikes my dude, get help.

But the closes he’s been to happy? I think early days in Theoden’s court when it looked like there was a whole big world to play for and Grima was new, young, less jaded, not bitter or resentful yet, and just looking at all these possibilities before him. It would have been exciting, thrilling, also lots of challenges and he’d be learning so much and loving it.

Post war? I hope he finds something like contentment. Or as close to it as he can get, being who he is. His weird, new position might be interesting enough for him that he’d like it. Brewing means you do a lot of socializing, but it also means you get a lot of secrets from people and he is a small dragon who loves to hoard things so he collects everyone’s secrets and keeps them in his pocket.

Day to day? I suspect he’s most content/adjacent to happy when listening to stories or songs and histories. He’s also happy when riddling or doing the many and varied word games that they would have had to pass the time. He would be always happy to initiate people into whatever their version of Green Glass Door is. If there’s some problem or puzzle to solve or something to tinker with, he likely is happy doing that.

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Thank you so much! I loved this and these were all fun to think through. Especially the "Grima Is Now Local Brewer, His Beer Probably Has Mild Hallucinogenics In It" plot. (Granted, a lot of late antiquity and early medieval ale did. He's hardly alone in that. And it did serve a ritual purpose alongside the just having fun aspect of it.)

#Grima Wormtongue #reply #ask meme #lord of the rings #lotr #i love talking about this man so much #thank you all for enabling me and my fixations #grima #swimming through fire #grima thoughts

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weavingmemoir · 7 months

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I both hate and love that there is a lack of exploration on Cybertron’s wildlife. Seems like there’s dragons and weird weeds and shit that Cybertronians just completely brought to extinction and they never really talk about how that’s Sad . They never mourn it. I don’t think any Cybertronian is even familiar with their own fauna and flora besides turbofoxes, and the only who might recall is Arcee and that’s never explored.

The fact it’s not explored leaves so much room for you to just bullshit around it. Caves seem notorious in Cybertron, it’s a planet filled with holes, there’s gotta be wildlife that adapts to it. Maybe not everything lives off Energon, maybe some wildlife has adapted to eat PURE Energon, straight from the stone or source, with all its impurities. Maybe that makes their blood rich and puts them at the bottom of a food chain, allows them to be hunted, allows for an ecosystem to grow from that. Maybe even those predators can eat pure Energon sometimes, so we get herbivores and carnivores and omnivores.

Weaver plays on the idea of Cybertronians just, destroying all that to build incredible cities that require nothing of the sort. Cybertron is a techno-planet, but certainly it started to die when the ecosystems began thinning out and eventually being wiped out completely, herbivores being stopped from eating Energon, or being used to purify it without much trouble. The cybertronian equivalent to a deer being hunted en-masse for its pure-Energon rich blood, among others. Predators being chased off.

Now of course not all these beasts would have only one mode! Maybe the bigger ones turn into giant guys too. Most probably do, they just find it more comfortable to be in their beast form, like Tigatron and overall how the maximals enjoy being animals. It’s, Yknow, at their core. We get a bit of that with the colonies, I suppose! Maybe they were a part of this ecosystem. Those who managed to hear the word left.

Weaver is a Wyvern, a dragon whose arms are wings. That’s a big dinosaur. And his whole play in the ecosystem, his species at least, was living in cave systems and finding the most mineral rich ones to reside in for most of their lives. They hunted small animals that wandered in, completely nocturnal animals, evolved to hunt in complete darkness and in small spaces. Their parts can shift and change and their bones are hollow, so they look heavy but actually aren’t, not a weight that indicates to their size, anyway. They’re heavy, just not as much as you’d expect.

They had courting rituals, and they had defense mechanisms, and they liked art and pretty things. Their outer shells are fragile, so they’d cover themselves with stones and gems, and they couldn’t directly eat Energon gems so they’d use that to decorate their horns. They are entirely evasive, don’t enjoy fighting because of their fragile nature, and will often flee and hide in things. They use a lot of fuel but are not 100% carnivorous, they can convert mixtures of minerals into an Energon replacement, and they expel excessive heat through their horns (which open at the end like pipes) and they can spit fire, though that one’s a little harder to do and requires them to nearly overheat, so it’s not particularly safe. One of their most strange and effective evasion tactics is shadow travel: they can hide amidst complete darkness, almost in a pocket dimension, but this is a last resort as it eats up all of their Energon reserves and leaves them tired after. There is a time limit, but time passes differently once you’re in this pocket dimension, so 5 minutes in could be close to 500 years outside.

These creatures are wiped out eventually, they are incredibly defensive of their cave/territory and because of their choice for a home, their territory were often targets for mining. Most would die trying to defend them, some would die from Energon depletion, and some, like weaver, would try to show they were like the people trying to harm him by transforming. This never ended well. For weaver, they forcibly stopped him from transforming back (he managed to hide for many years and keep his cave, by the time he resurfaced there were already inhibitors and he was very much at the near beginning of the Decepticon movement) and tore his claws, his horns, and anything in him he could potentially use as a weapon. Every piece of him that’s red are replacements to originals, he was essentially declawed lol. He felt immense amounts of pain and was forced to work as a miner since he was big, and his root mode is much much stronger and more resilient than his alt.

Eer. He’s got stones and he likes makeup because it reminds him of covering himself in stones, he’s very proud of all that. He chooses red specifically for his replacements because it pops out and shows that they’re out of place, that he’s out of place.

#ooc / misty forest

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wanou-dorm · 1 year

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Facts about Alban

@hourglassstationacademy

If Your wondering Why Alban Has a Bad Relationship with polisionalle , well if It was a Shin Megan’s tensei dorm it would be One thing since they are a Persona dorm well.. let’s just say Nintendo Consoles got the Short end when it came to Persona Related Games as in it only got the Spin offs of Person . Its only Now That a Nintendo console actually Got the main line series … after getting a another Spin-off on the Switch . So Polisonalle avoiding Alban as well as Alban disliking most of them actually makes Sense given these facts .

As For in Universe Reasons why , He Got Pinned between Flynn and Rubina on a bus for a School trip and Was Constantly Being Knocked around by Them especially when they decided to Argue and thats when the Bird Shit comment came up.

Also with His Bad luck was put In a Room with Flynn , Apparently polisionalle ‘s Dorm leader takes way to long in the Bathroom and uses up most of the hot water , According to Alban atleast … he also Sounds like “ a Dying Crow “ when he’s sleeps .

Alban doesn’t usually communicate what made him mad . Which Probably why a lot of the School thinks he’s a Ticking time Bomb or Gets mad for seemingly no reasons.

many people don’t understand how such a hot head became the leader of White sector the Calmest Sector of Nextunia .Answer, Geeze it’s like he not always grumpy and angry

Originally , He’s wasn’t going to be allowed in Combat class because of his Anger issues , But I though it would be kinda of a missed opportunity.

A lot of people though that He was some kind of Cold and Shy Boy before Hearing him Speak.

According , To Plutus , Alban dosen’t seem to Dislike his Body and That it’s more than he doesn’t like to be Reminded all the time about being

“ a pipsqueak

Short stack

hummingbird

small fry

A little cutie

little Guy

short stuff

being able to Fit inside( insert small space here ) “

Phera has ask why he doesn’t Try and change his Body through a potion or Something . He answered Kinda makes Sense

“ I don’t see the point in changing my Body to match other’s expectations, If I changed I feel like I’m losing .”

his twin Brother also Don’t like the Idea of Alban Changing his body drastically

“ We don’t want you to become Dumb and Stupid like… Gregory,a Ugly Melodramatic, Weirdo like Flynn or Scary and creepy like The Leech twin.”

this Based off a Scene Hyper dimension Neptunia Vll wher C-sha , Nepgear,Rom and Ram seen a Dream of Blanc getting the mature body she always wanted only for C- Sha, Rom and Ram to say Blanc sounds a lot more Jerkish and Arrogant

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Why Do Get the Idea that Alban’s Idea of Handsome and mature is Worse(better) That Blancs .

Alban has Beaten Flynn in gambling , In Bird boy’s Defense they were Playing Koi koi and Alban Made him use Hanafuda cards . He still can’t beat this man at Koi Koi .

Alban and his brothers are said to look “like People from Onigashima or The Land Of Dragons “ instead of European .

Alban has Outrigh confirmed he’s a Monsterblood and was “ born” from Monster Blood Wishes and Desires that he Partially transforms in HDD.

#alban schnee #twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst disney #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fandorm #fandorm #twst fandorm #hourglassstationacademy #twst fanschool #disney twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanschool #Youtube

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friend-of-giants · 2 years

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Distant sound of a party for Wren!

💛 @vilkas

This turned out a little spicier than I anticipated! Minors may want to stay away as this ends up as sort of a fade-to-black smut piece 😂 I am not proud of myself. I also do not know what is being celebrated in said party, it's just a citywide get together for the fine folks of Riften!

Word count: 806

Warnings: alcohol use, a drunk guy throws up, implications of sexual activity

Tagging: @lookathooves @cwahsont @lucien-lachance idk who else wants to see this kind of thing lol

Nobody could celebrate quite like the people of Riften.

The town square had been transformed over the course of the afternoon. Glowing orbs of magic hovered above the plaza, painting the usually dingy city in a cool, pleasant light for once. The Black-Briar meadery and the local tavern had set up shop in the marketplace, selling all manner of food and drink, but mostly mead.

Jarl Laila Law-Giver even called upon the Bard’s college to send some of their finest musicians to grace the event, but they were drowned out by dozens of drunken conversations, each growing louder by the minute as the guests struggled to let their voices be heard.

Teldryn pushed his way through the crowd, silently kicking himself in the ass for letting Wren out of his sight. He hadn’t seen her in nearly half an hour, and she would be awfully hard to find seeing as he had downed a few too many bottles of mead himself, and the fact that she was so damn tiny. She wasn’t in line at any of the stalls, nor in the small gathering in front of the performing bards.

Maybe she went home, he thought. He supposed it would be worth a try checking there, at least.

The alleys were much less crowded, with only a few straggling partygoers finding their way down them, likely trying to find a more quiet place to talk. One particularly drunk man was heaving his guts in front of the general goods store. Teldryn held his breath as he walked by, and thanked the Gods he wouldn’t have to clean that up in the morning.

Across the bridge in front of him lay Honeyside, nice and snug in the shadows against the outer walls of the city. The windows were dark, and a tug on the doorhandle confirmed that she hadn’t been here.

“Damn it.” He sighed heavily and paced for a moment in front of the door before leaning against it. She would return at some point, and he would be here when she decided to show. At least the sky was clear, so he tilted his head back to watch the stars while he waited.

Something small and warm grazed against the small of his back, and the familiar scent of dragon’s tongue flowers and honey struck him. A smile worked its way to his lips and he glanced down to find exactly what he had been looking for.

“There you are,” he purred. Wren gazed back at him with heavy eyelids and a grin as wide as her face, a nearly empty bottle of Black-Briar reserve in one hand. “I’d been looking all over for you, where’d you go?”

“My garden.” Wren downed the last of her drink and set the bottle aside, then placed her hand on his chest. “I wanted to have some quiet time,” she said, staring at the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers unhooked the top two and she pulled the fabric aside and let out a happy little hum.

Teldryn drew in a sharp breath as her lips pressed against his bare skin, and he forced out his thoughts as calmly as he could. “I was worried, little dragon.”

Wren opened her eyes and looked up at him, not taking her mouth away from his chest even to speak. “Why?”

“I saw how much you had to drink, you could have-” He let his head fall back and sighed as she tugged clumsily at the waistband of his pants and continued nipping at his flesh. “...could have fallen into the canals.”

She chuckled against him. “But I didn't.”

A faint roar of laughter erupted from the town center which soon faded away, leaving the dull murmur of the crowd and the faintest hint of music floating down the alley toward them. Teldryn wondered what fun they were missing out on, but he was glad to be away from the noise.

“So…” he began, pushing his fingers through her hair. Wren stopped her little bout of kisses and rested her head on his chest, his open shirt fluttering as she released a hot breath down the front of it. Teldryn smiled. "Want to head back to the party?”

"No." She slowly pulled away from him and fumbled through her pockets, then pulled out her key, jiggled it in the lock, and the door opened with a satisfying creak.

Wren stepped inside, then turned back to him with a look that sent a ripple of desire through him. Her pupils were blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of crimson on the black of her eyes, and even by the dim light of the moons he could see her ears and cheeks had grown purple. Teldryn's pulse quickened as she took his hand, and he followed her inside for their own celebration.

#prompt fic #oc: wren #teldryn sero #i know this isnt actual smut but its the closest ive posted ok im nervous lol #i almost didnt tag the characters out of shame #mndi #...just to be safe

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lackyghost · 1 year

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Todoroki Touya has wild white hair, almond shaped, angular turquoise eyes and pale skin covered in piercings and tattoos that he’s gained over the years.

He’s 180cm tall, slender but with a healthy level of muscle from regular workouts and eating healthy. His ears are lined with little black studs on both sides, silver rings up his helixes, and a steel industrial on his left ear.

He has black snake bite studs, a labret, three tiny silver studs in his left nostril, The most notable addition to his facial region are his 10mm gauges—it’s hard to miss the large blood-red fangs displayed there.

Outwardly, he looks like a giant “Danger: Do Not Approach” sign, and his general dislike of people doesn’t really help. But to those who know him well, Touya is a good person, he just has a standoffish attitude.

He’s better than he used to be though, back in high school and the few years after, he’d been a delinquent asshole, setting small fires and graffitiing walls and cars.

His friends and siblings are honestly the only reason he’s improved and didn’t end up in prison.

Toga Himiko is one of his long-time friends; they’d met on the streets and she’d saved his ass with her impressive knife skills several times.

Originally, they’d fed one another’s poor habits, but after high school they’d fortunately gotten a bit better after meeting a few other people.

The one person who had the largest impact on Touya’s life was a guy who perfectly encapsulates the term bombshell blonde; explosive personality, wild spiky hair, and blindingly stunning fierce scarlet eyes.

He’d met Katsuki through his youngest brother, Shouto, who is the blonde’s same age. They’d been paired up on a project in their final year of high school and went to the Todoroki household. His quick wit and brash personality had captivated Touya almost immediately.

His siblings helped him too, of course, his twin sister Fuyumi and his younger brother Natsuo, but they’d all been in the same shit situation with their father, right up until their mother, Rei, had finally gotten full custody of them and were able to escape their monster of a sperm donor.

Fuyumi works in an elementary school, but Touya and his brothers all work together, having all taken on careers in tattooing, trained by the same man.

At twenty-seven years old, Touya is pretty happy with his life. He’d discovered his love of art the first time he’d picked up a crayon and in his younger years, he’d enjoyed using permanent markers to draw ‘tattoos’ on himself and his friends.

Back on Touya’s eighteenth birthday, he’d stepped into Eraser Head Ink and had shown his custom tattoo to the owner, Aizawa Shouta. The permanently exhausted man had been so impressed by his work, a phoenix coated in blue flames, that he’d offered Touya an apprenticeship on the spot.

Touya had accepted it in a heartbeat, and then the two had talked the details out while Aizawa skillfully etched Touya’s large design onto his right bicep and shoulder.

Over the years he’s gained many more tattoos, mostly small designs that had spread to cover his collarbones, part of his chest and back, and even an intricate mandala pattern that covers his throat, jaw, lower lip, and the lower parts of his cheeks. His right outer thigh is swamped by a large green, black, and gray grenade surrounded by pink Sakura flowers.

His largest piece is a dragon spread over his left arm; the tail spiraling up his arm from the crook of his elbow, covering his shoulder, with its head resting along his left collarbone.

It has white scales on its underbelly with pale gold scales on the top; a few are mangled where a jagged pink scar sits on its right shoulder. Its head is angled slightly down and forward just enough to see both of its angular ruby red, black-rimmed eyes.

Touya is pulled from his memories by the front door of his new parlor opening, jingling the bell above the door. He looks up from the back of the large, open room, where he’s been stuffing sterile needles into labelled containers in a large cabinet.

“Yo! Touya!” Himiko says as she bounds inside, her messy blonde side buns jiggling with her steps.

The bubbly woman pauses at the front desk counter, which acts as a half-barricade separating the small front area—just a small coffee table lined with half a dozen black plastic chairs—from the three black, adjustable tattoo beds near where Touya currently stands.

Each of the tattoo beds has a small black steel table and cabinet next to it, as well as a fold-away privacy screen leans up against each cabinet for situations that require more privacy. The shop’s floors are cherry hardwood, and the walls are lined primarily with black tiles, broken up with randomly placed white and blue.

“What do you want, Psycho?” Touya asks as he goes back to stocking supplies.

“It looks so good in here!” Himiko says as she claps excitedly. “When I saw your shop name etched in the front glass, I almost fainted.”

Touya sighs. “If you’re just here to chat—”

“Nope!” Himiko cuts him off. “I’ve got this friend looking to get some ink.”

“I don’t open shop for another two days,” Touya says as he tosses the now empty cardboard box toward the back door.

“I know, I know, Monday at 10am—but this guy has a really cool design, hang on,” Himiko walks around the counter as she tugs her phone from her purse. “I’ve got a picture somewhere… here!”

She shoves her phone in his face. Touya scowls and swipes it from her so he can look closer. It’s a weirdly detailed rock encircled in pink, yellow, and blue Sakura flowers.

“Those flowers are garbage,” Touya says as he hands the phone back. “Tell them to email me their design and I’ll fucking fix it.”

Himiko beams at him. “Right away!”

“Now get the fuck out,” Touya demands. “I’m not even letting Shou or Natsu in here until Monday.”

—

Monday morning at 9am, Touya walks up to his tattoo shop with a massive grin on his face. Eraser Head Ink had been great for the past nine years, but seeing Blueflame Ink etched into the glass panes in his own flourished calligraphy is euphoric.

Little blue and white Sakura flowers and petals trail down around the letters—a detail that Touya had hand painted over the weekend.

Touya unlocks the front door and steps inside, taking in a deep breath. The air smells like woodsmoke and leather—Touya’s personal blend of incense, a combo he’s used since Fuyumi had first introduced him to the grounding powers of scented sticks.

Touya quickly busies himself with making sure everything looks perfect. He lays out his, Shouto’s, and Natsuo’s profiles on the front counter, easily accessible to clients.

Each book showcases their best works and gives a small profile detailing how they got into the art. They have each colored the covers of the white leather binders with precision permanent markers, and they’ve all changed subtly over the years as they added new pictures to the albums, or drawn over details on the covers.

The portfolios have grown along with them and they’re precious items.

The doorbell jingles and Touya looks over his shoulder, nodding at his brothers as they enter the shop.

Shouto stands at about the same height as Touya; his mismatched hair and eyes are a genetic mutation that had given him hell as a kid.

Natsuo is a few centimeters taller than the other two, and has gray eyes and spiky white hair, though his looks much more controlled than Touya’s.

“Morning,” Touya says.

“We brought coffee,” Shouto says as he places a to-go tray on the counter. “All black.”

“It’s from Plus Ultra, down the street,” Natsuo says as he places a paper bag down next to the coffee. “We grabbed some pastries, too.”

“Fucking sweet,” Touya says as he snags one of the cups. “I already ate.”

“Of course,” Shouto says with a nod as he grabs one of his own coffees before snagging a donut from the bag.

Natsuo grabs his drink and a scone and leans his back against the counter. Touya and Shouto adjust themselves to lean the same way. They soak in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just the soft munching and sipping filling the space. The shop doesn’t open for another twenty minutes, so there’s no rush.

“Remember to log everything on your phone,” Touya says. “We’ve got the fucking schedules linked and everything on that app, and it auto-backs everything up.”

“And payments are either cash or digital via phone,” Natsuo says with a nod.

“I’m excited,” Shouto says in his usual monotone voice.

Touya snorts. “I can tell.”

And, really, he can. Shouto has very neutral expressions at all times, but the slight uptick at the corner of his lips and the way his eyes are soft and open give away his emotions in a way that’s obvious to his big brothers.

“I’ve got a piercing at 10 and a tattoo at 11, which I’ve blocked out three hours for, and an open afternoon,” Touya says, starting the daily list-off they had done every morning back at Eraser Head’s.

“I’ve got piercings at 12, 2:30, and 3, and a large outline starting at 4,” Natsuo says.

“I’ve got an open morning, and a couples tattoo at 1,” Shouto says.

Natsuo and Touya let out matching groans and shoot their little brother vaguely sympathetic looks. Shouto closes his eyes and lightly shakes his head, like he’s trying to convince himself it won’t be so bad.

“Newly dating?” Touya guesses.

“Trying to save their marriage?” Natsuo suggests.

“Three-year anniversary,” Shouto says.

“Oh, shit,” Natsuo says. “One of them is definitely cheating.”

“Cheater is whoever pays,” Touya says, flashing the other two a wide grin.

“Definitely,” Natsuo agrees, face alight with his own wicked smirk.

“I’m quitting,” Shouto mutters. Touya cackles and Natsuo laughs loudly.

All three of their phones go off with matching alarm tones, and they all reach out to silence it as the ominous groan of, ‘let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor,’ steadily grows louder.

The alarms stop and Touya gives his brothers a smirk. “Five minutes, assholes.”

—

Touya stands at the back of the shop, talking lowly with his pink-haired client about how to properly care for her new nipple piercings.

He hears the doorbell jingle, but the privacy screen in place blocks him from seeing the newcomer, but that is fine because Shouto’s open morning means he’s the one on door duty at the moment.

“So, I can have sex, right?” The woman, Ashido Mina, asks as she pulls her loose shirt on over her now sore chest.

“Yup,” Touya confirms. “Just leave your breasts out of it, and it’s fine.”

The woman groans. “Alright. I can do that.”

Touya stands up and moves toward the privacy screen. “You all set for me to move this?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” she says as she hops down from the table. She squeaks as her chest jiggles and Touya clicks his tongue.

“Be careful,” he says, rather than the rude words he wants to say after having just fucking explained why she needed to be fucking careful.

“Touya, your tattoo guy is here,” Shouto calls from the front desk.

“Thanks,” Touya says over his shoulder, still keeping his eyes on the woman. “Seriously, read this pamphlet. Clean them well. Don’t use random lotions and shit on them, okay? If you have problems, call us back.”

The woman sighs and nods. “Fine, fine. 12,000¥, right?”

“Yup, you can pay up front, cash or digital,” Touya says, and the woman waves him off. They’d discussed this before she’d been brought back, he’s just being thorough.

“Eiji!” The woman exclaims when she steps out around the screen.

She crosses her arms over her chest and runs to the front of the shop. Touya sighs and drags a hand down his face before turning to fold up the privacy screen.

After he rubs his station down with sanitizing wipes, he walks up to the front of the shop and nods to the man with vibrant red hair spiked up toward the ceiling. He has wide, round crimson eyes and when he grins, he shows off a mouth full of filed teeth.

“Hey, man, I’m Kirishima Eijirou,” the man says, holding his hand out. Touya shakes it and nods in acknowledgement. “You’re Dabi, right?”

“Todoroki Touya,” Touya says as he releases the other man’s hand.

“But, like, Blueflame, the Dabi guy on social media and all?” Eijirou asks. “Man, my friends and I have been following your work for years! My friend Sero got his first tattoo from you back at Eraser Head’s. We were so psyched when we found out you were opening your own place. And then at study group, Himiko said she knew you personally.”

“That’s so cool!” Ashido says with a big grin. “You did the tape dispenser on Sero’s arm?”

“Fuck, I remember that,” Touya says with a snort. “He wouldn’t tell me why the fuck he wanted it.”

Touya holds his phone up with Ashido’s digital bill. She taps her phone to his and the payment is completed within seconds. Touya nods to her.

“I’ve gotta get going, Kiri, but good luck!” Ashido says before rushing outside.

“So,” Eijirou says, clearly giddy. “This’ll take a couple hours, right?”

“Yeah, c’mon,” Touya says, gesturing for Eijirou to follow him toward the back of the shop. “It’ll be about three hours, give or take. I’ve printed off the finished design in a couple template sizes. You just gotta decide which size and where.”

Touya pulls open the drawer at his station and retrieves the templates. He hands them over and Eijirou stares at them in awe. He holds out his left forearm and places the different templates up one by one before choosing the largest. So, three hours is gonna be damn accurate.

“Oh, my friend is gonna be here soon to hold my hand,” Eijirou says and Touya nods.

“That’s fine, I’m gonna clean you up and get started, okay?” Touya says.

Eijirou grins and nods, grabbing his phone with his free hand and chuckling to himself.

“I’m gonna let my friend know that the tattoo artist is super hot,” Eijirou says.

“Don’t,” Touya says lowly, voice laced with annoyance as he wipes the guy’s arm down. “I don’t like getting hit on while I’m working.”

“You gonna mess up if he does?” Eijirou questions.

Touya scoffs. “Fuck no. I’m a fucking professional, it just pisses me off.”

“Oh, good,” Eijirou says, still texting one-handed. “He doesn’t really hit on people, anyway. Just pretends not to notice them and makes rude comments.”

Touya huffs a short laugh and lines up the template and presses it down. He peels back the film and checks it over. Good transfer, looks good to his eyes.

“Look good to you?” Touya asks.

“Dude, that’s gonna be so fucking cool,” Eijirou says, turning his arm and grinning down at it.

“Great,” Touya says as he stands up. “I’m gonna get my gun and ink ready.”

Eijirou thanks him and goes back to his phone while Touya gathers what he needs. He washes and sanitizes his hands again, grabs new gloves, pulls out new needles, sets up the black ink for outlining, and plops back down on his stool. He grabs Eijirou’s wrist both to hold the man’s arm still, and to get his attention.

“I’m gonna start now,” Touya warns.

“Cool, cool,” Eijirou says. “This isn’t my first time, and I ate like, an hour ago, so I’m all good, man!”

Touya grunts and gets to work. It’s mostly quiet as Eijirou scrolls through his phone, giving some updates on his friend’s arrival time.

He talks about some new video game that’s out that he wants to get and regularly looks back down at what Touya is doing, making little comments about his other tattoos.

“I think this one will be my favorite,” Eijirou says thoughtfully.

Touya clicks his tongue and wipes at his arm before diving back in with the needle. “Probably. It’s fucking cool. Flowers for pansexuality, right?”

Eijirou goes still and Touya abruptly stops his work and looks up at the man. He looks genuinely surprised and Touya frowns.

“Pink, yellow, and blue are the pansexual colors,” Touya says slowly. “If you don’t want that association, you’ve got time to decide on other colors before I start that shit.”

“N-no!” Eijirou says, shaking his head. He blushes and looks back at his phone. “I’m just surprised you know what the color means.”

Touya scoffs, but with the tension dispersed he goes back to work, “It’s a huge part of my job to know that shit. And Sakura blossoms mean renewal and rebirth, a new life.”

“Yeah,” Eijirou says. He audibly swallows and sets his phone down on his thigh. “My parents kicked me out a couple years ago when I came out to them.”

“Ouch, that sucks, man!” Natsuo says, his deep voice easily travelling through the partition between their stations.

“Don’t hit on my clients, Natsu,” Touya snaps, still focused on his work.

“Is this like, one of those super gay shops?” Eijirou asks hopefully.

“Most places are super gay shops,” Touya says, wiping the man’s arm again. “Lots of places just don’t fucking know it.”

“That’s very true,” Shouto says as he steps up to Touya’s shielded station. “Also, there’s someone here to hold Eijirou’s hand…”

Touya pauses his work, not liking the tone in his brother’s voice. He looks up to Shouto, who is grimacing slightly, obviously uncomfortable.

Eijirou, on the other hand, is wiggling excitedly, and Touya opts to focus on that instead of deciphering his baby brother’s emotions.

“You gonna hold still if I let your hand-holder back here?” Touya questions.

“Yup!” Eijirou says, immediately going stone-still. “I’ll be so good, man.”

“Fine,” Touya says with a sigh. He nods to Shouto. “Send ‘em back. Line work’s almost done, anyway.”

Shouto frowns uncertainly, but nods back and walks away. Touya wipes Eijirou’s arm again and goes back to leaning over his forearm, working as diligently as ever.

“Oh, man, I’m so excited,” Eijirou gushes. “Your work is some of the best I’ve ever seen. Wait, can you adjust the flower colors to be brighter, like the regular pan flag?”

“It’s up to you,” Touya says. “Look up the difference between pan and pastel pan colors and figure it out.”

“Hey, Shitty Hair,” a hauntingly familiar voice says from the edge of the station.

Touya immediately takes his finger off the trigger and swallows thickly as he wipes down Eijirou’s arm, wishing he could go back in time sixty seconds and pay more attention to Shouto’s attempt at a warning.

“Baku-bro!” Eijirou chirps. “I gotta stay still or I’ll get scolded, but here—take my phone and hold my hand!” There is absolute silence in the station for a few seconds. Touya is still focusing on the man’s arm. “Uh… Bakugou? You okay?”

Touya slowly leans back and looks up at the newcomer.

There, even more gorgeous than he’d been four years ago, is Bakugou Katsuki. He’s gotten taller, though he’s not quite at Touya’s height still.

He's more toned now too, obvious from the way his tight orange muscle shirt hugs his plush pecs and the dips and curves of his abdominals. He looks more bulked than Touya now, definitely stronger in his shoulders.

His hair is as wild as ever, those pale, ashy-blonde spikes still framing his head and face like an explosion.

His face is more mature, no more baby fat in sight, just a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and plush lips twisted in a scowl as he stares at Touya, his angular scarlet eyes burning with rage.

“Do you guys know each other?” Eijirou asks uncertainly.

Touya looks back down at Eijirou’s arm and clears his throat. His mouth is dry, but he manages to find his voice again. “Used to. Doesn’t matter. I’m tattooing your fucking skin—this shit’s permanent. If anything needs to be said, it can wait until I’m done.”

“Yeah, it can wait,” Katsuki agrees, his gruff voice a low growl.

“I’m not gonna ask,” Eijirou says and Touya simply grunts. “So, anyway! Touya is Dabi! The Blueflame! Did you know that!?”

“No, I didn’t know that,” Katsuki says, voice low and tight.

“Yeah, man!” Eijirou says, clearly trying to force some cheer into the thick atmosphere. “Hey, gimme my phone back, I gotta show you this video someone tagged me in. It’s gold.”

Touya does his best to block out the two men, zeroing in on Eijirou’s tattoo to ensure that every line is perfect.

He finishes the linework and wipes the redhead’s arm down a couple times. He gently turns Eijirou’s arm by the wrist to inspect it.

“Hey, Touya,” he looks over as Natsuo pops into view. “Shouto’s couple will be here soon.”

Touya grimaces. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Natsuo nods and steps closer to lean over the table and inspect Eijirou’s unfinished tattoo. “Nice. You gonna go for pastel or bright for the flowers?”

“Uh, um, I’m not sure,” Eijirou says.

Touya glances at him, trying to avoid accidental eye contact with the blonde in the stool across from him.

Natsuo hums and turns to the side as he pulls up his shirt to reveal the vibrant pink, yellow, and blue protea flowers atop intricate green vines.

Touya doesn’t bother looking at it, he’d done the tattoo himself and knows it’s good. So, while Eijirou gapes, Touya gets up to grab the fresh supplies while he waits for the decision.

“Whoa, that’s crazy,” Eijirou says. “I’ve never seen flowers that detailed before.”

“Touya designed and inked it on,” Natsuo says.

Touya turns and rolls his eyes. He crosses his arms and looks at Eijirou, trying his best to block the blonde out of his mind for a while longer.

“I want the vibrant colors,” Eijirou says, still staring at Natsuo’s abdomen. “What do those kinda of flowers mean?”

“They’re protea flowers,” Natsuo explains while Touya works on gathering the colored inks. “They stand for change and courage. We’re a bit of a messed-up bunch in here.” Touya snorts, but doesn’t turn around as he rummages through the cabinet beside the bed. “We all helped pull each other out of a, uh…”

“Fucked up situation,” Touya supplies as he makes his way back to the table at his station.

“Are we showing our meaningful tattoos?” Shouto asks as he steps up next to Natsuo.

“Keep your fucking shirt on, Shou,” Touya says. “Neither of you idiots needs to be stripping at my station.”

Touya looks over and rolls his eyes when he sees Shouto already tugging his t-shirt off over his head.

He juts his elbows forward and hunches his shoulders so the entire tattoo can be seen and read.

His left shoulder has detailed orange and red flames that swirl around his bicep, over his shoulder, across his collarbone, ending at his sternum. His right shoulder has white and pale blue ice wrapping his bicep and leading across his chest to meet the fire in the center, where the two swirl together.

Under the dizzying pattern, across his chest, is a quote in an elegant scrawl that reads ‘Behind the mask of ice that people wear, there beats a heart of fire.’

Eijirou whistles. “Damn! Did Touya do that, too?”

“It was a group project,” Natsuo says with a snicker. Shouto’s lips twitch up in a tiny smile.

“Put your damn shirt back on,” Touya grumbles as he sits back down at his stool. He meets Eijirou’s gaze. “I’ve got the yellow for the first flower. You ready to start on colors? Need a bathroom break before I start?”

“Alright, have fun,” Natsuo says as he and Shouto walk off. Touya eyes them to make sure Shouto puts his damn shirt back on.

“No bathroom breaks needed, I’m good now!” Eijirou chirps.

“Starting now,” Touya warns as he gets to work.

“Do you only have two big tattoos?” Eijirou asks, eyeing what he can see of Touya’s dragon and phoenix peeking out from his t-shirt sleeves.

“Nope,” Touya says.

“Huh,” Eijirou says. “Can I see yours?”

“Nope,” Touya says again, wiping the man’s arm and continuing. “Not everyone likes to show off their ink.”

“That’s fair,” Eijirou says. “By the way, your gauges are really cool! They look like fangs.”

“Dragon fangs,” Katsuki says quietly.

Touya keeps his focus on the tattoo and Eijirou, thankfully, pulls his phone out and starts playing videos for Katsuki.

The rest of the coloring goes by smoothly, with only minimal conversing with Touya. He refuses to allow himself to think of what kind of talk will take place after the tattoo is done.

Instead, he allows his mind to think only of meal options for the late lunch he’s going to have after the appointment is done.

Touya finishes Eijirou’s tattoo in just under three hours, as predicted. He wipes the redhead’s arm down and cleans it off before applying a thin layer of antibiotic cream and a protective film over it.

“Keep that on for two to three days,” Touya says as he starts to clean up what he can of his station. “After that, keep it clean, don’t scratch at it, apply ointment if you need to.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eijirou says as he hops off the bed. “Typical stuff.”

“You did a half payment of 25,000¥ before showing up, so another 25,000¥ and you’re set to go,” Touya says as he tosses his gloves into the garbage bin at the corner of his station.

“Sounds great, man!” Eijirou says as he pulls his phone out.

Touya pulls his own device out and types up a bill on the mobile pay app. He shows Eijirou his screen to double-check, and then they tap their phones together.

The confirmation tone dings on his phone, and he pockets it. “You’re set.”

“Sweet!” Eijirou says. “C’mon, Baku-bro, let’s go get some lunch!”

“Next time, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki says.

“Oh, right,” Eijirou says. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Thanks for the emotional support. Have a good talk. I guess? Bye!”

Eijirou half-runs out of the shop and Touya rubs a hand down his face before looking over and finally meeting Katsuki’s gaze.

The blonde is staring at him already with a mix of emotions; anger, sadness, pain, and a few other things that Touya isn’t sure he really wants to decipher.

He nods and heads toward the back door, “Natsuo, Shouto, I’ll be back in a few. Don’t burn the place down.”

“Got it,” the two artists say in unison.

Touya opens the back door and steps out. He walks to the side a few paces before turning around.

Katsuki catches the door before it shuts again and steps out just far enough to let the heavy door close with a bang.

Touya crosses his arms and turns to lean his back along the brick exterior, tilting his head slightly to face the sky.

Katsuki breaks the silence after a minute, his voice rough and furious. “What the fuck happened, Patchwork?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Touya grumbles.

“’Doesn’t matter?’” Katsuki repeats, incredulous. “We had plans, you asshole! You were my best fucking friend! We split the deposit on an apartment, we’d talked about how our schedules would work, who would cook and clean what fucking days! And then you just vanished! You didn’t respond to my texts or calls. I didn’t even know you’d left town until Fuyumi told me. And then my half of the deposit was sent back to my bank and the landlord said you’d cancelled it. How much of it didn’t matter to you, asshole?”

Touya takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I made a promise.”

“A promise,” Katsuki deadpans. “What fucking promise would make you do that to me?”

Touya huffs and licks his lips. “The promise was to cut you off so that I wouldn’t ruin your life.”

Katsuki is quiet, processing the words. Touya opens his eyes and looks down at the ground, focusing his gaze on a crack in the pavement of the alley. Thinking back to the words spoken to him makes him grit his teeth.

“The promise was to leave, to cut myself off like an infected limb before the rot could spread to you. It would hurt you for a while, but you’d get over it and be happier without me there.”

Touya’s tone falls flat as he repeats the words spoken to him, “’Touya, you’re a delinquent and a criminal. It's obvious that you’re not a good person for him to be around. I know you care about him, but I can see the ways you’re going to hurt him, whether you mean to or not.’”

“Bullshit,” Katsuki says, his voice is low and menacing. “If anyone said that to you, you’d have told them to fuck off.”

Touya nods once. “Usually.”

“You’re an asshole,” Katsuki says. “There is no one who could’ve said shit like that to you and actually gotten you to do it.”

Touya lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah. I guess I agreed. It was a compelling argument.”

Katsuki is fuming, Touya can hear his heavy breaths and he half hopes the blonde will punch him to release some of his anger.

He would welcome some pain from the man he knows he hurt; the only person he’d actually ever wanted to be close to.

“You haven’t said who made you promise,” Katsuki says as he takes a step closer. “You didn’t listen to anyone back then. So, who the fuck could have possibly made you agree to do that?”

“Someone who was looking out for you,” Touya says honestly. He blinks and his eyes stay lidded as he continues to look at the cracked ground.

“I don’t believe you,” Katsuki says as he takes another step closer. “It took years for me to get past that, Patches.”

Touya lets out a breath, a small relief. “I’m glad you got past it.”

Katsuki steps into Touya’s line of sight and twists his fist in the collar of Touya’s t-shirt. “I was past it until I walked into your fucking shop, asshole! I saw Half-n-Half and Snowflake and I fucking knew you were here.”

“Its nice hearing you swear again,” Touya says offhandedly.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki says, adding his other fist to grab at Touya’s shirt.

Touya sighs through his nose and focuses his gaze off to the side, still refusing to look into those scarlet eyes.

Katsuki growls and tugs harshly at Touya’s shirt. It rips down the collar and the blonde quickly lets go, having startled himself.

Touya, however, doesn’t react. He stays leaning against the brick, still looking off to the side.

“You can just leave and forget I’m here,” Touya says quietly.

“No, I fucking can’t,” Katsuki says. He pulls at Touya’s torn collar to get a closer look at the tattoo on his chest. “Seriously? A fucking dragon? You said they were stupid and basic.”

Touya nods, remembering the conversation they’d had in Katsuki’s bedroom, discussing what tattoo Katsuki should get for his birthday as he inspected Touya’s phoenix.

The blonde has always had a thing for dragons, and Touya had secretly spent months working on dragon designs that he thought would suit him. He’d never shown them to the blonde—never got the chance before the promise was made.

A finger tracing the dragon over his chest draws Touya out of his thoughts. His breath hitches and he looks down at Katsuki’s hand. The blonde's finger trails down the dragon’s head to the scar on its shoulder. The scar that is designed specifically because—

“It’s my scar,” Katsuki says quietly. Touya still doesn’t respond. Katsuki’s breathing stutters and he takes a couple breaths to steady himself before speaking again. “It’s me, isn’t it? The scales, the color… you always said my hair looked like white gold... and the red eyes... Patches, what the fuck?”

Touya closes his eyes and drops his head back against the brick. “Just fucking punch me and get it all out.”

Katsuki’s hands fly away from the white-haired man. “I—what? No!”

“You should,” Touya says, eyes still lazily closed.

“I wouldn’t fucking do that,” Katsuki says, sounding genuinely hurt by the insinuation.

“It’s fine if you want to,” Touya says, voice flat. “You’ve got more right than anyone.”

“No one has that right,” Katsuki says firmly. “You’re just trying to deflect. Why won’t you answer my questions? God damn it, I deserve a fucking explanation!”

Touya sighs. “I told you, I pro—”

“Bullshit!” Katsuki cuts him off. “I don’t believe you! No one would say that garbage to you and get you to listen! Back then, I thought you—fuck! I thought that we were—damn it! Fucking tell me!”

Touya chews at his lower lip and opens his eyes half-way. “The dragon is you.”

“Tell me about the fucking promise,” Katsuki snarls.

“I designed it for you, actually,” Touya says, eyes searching for the crack in the pavement again. “You were so fucking sure you wanted a dragon, so I drew a bunch up. And then… all that shit went down. I needed something to ground me, to remind me to fucking try to be a decent fucking person. I promised to leave you out of it, so… I got my dragon.”

“Tell me about the fucking promise,” Katsuki hisses, fuming over the refusal to answer the question.

“No,” Touya says. “It doesn’t matter who made me promise. Just go, Katsuki. You’re doing good. You’ve got good friends, you graduated from that science thing and started your own pyrotechnics company. Just forget that I’m here and be happy.”

Katsuki lets out a frustrated groan. “You fucking kept tabs on me?”

“Shouto is friends with Midoriya,” Touya says with a small shrug.

“Does Deku know about the promise?” Katsuki demands and Touya nods. “I’ll ask the shitty nerd then.”

“He won’t tell you,” Touya says quietly, but he can hear Katsuki’s phone ringing already.

There’s silence until Katsuki speaks again. “Oi, Deku. I’m here with Patchwork, remember him? He says you know something about why he decided to cut me out of his life.”

Katsuki’s voice is so venomous that it’s hardly recognizable. After a moment, he lets out a frustrated groan and hits the speaker button.

Midoriya’s voice is frantic. “—not allowed to say, Kacchan!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Katsuki snaps.

“Am-am I on speaker?” Midoriya asks. “Kacchan? Am I?”

“Don’t tell him, Midoriya,” Touya says, his voice still flat.

“But… maybe he should know,” Midoriya says.

“One of you fucking tell me before I lose my goddamned mind again!” Katsuki shouts, his voice cracking slightly.

“Don’t,” Touya says again. “You seriously don’t want to know, Katsuki. Just go.”

“Touya,” Midoriya pleads. “He’s an adult. He can handle it.”

“Just let me be the bad guy!” Touya snaps, his eyes burning with tears that he blinks away rapidly. “I can be the bad guy. Just hate me with everything you’ve fucking got.”

“Touya,” Midoriya says, voice cracking over an obvious sob.

“Shut up,” Touya snaps. “I’m the bad guy. Just fucking hate me, Katsuki. I left, okay? I left you and didn’t fucking say anything. I blocked your number and cancelled the apartment. I did that. Just fucking hate me and go away.”

“Auntie Mitsuki made him promise,” Midoriya says, and then hangs up.

The sudden silence is deafening. Touya takes a deep breath and tries to steady his voice.

“He’s lying,” Touya says. His voice wobbles slightly, but he’s got to sell the lie.

Katsuki was raised by his mother after his father left them when he was in middle school. She’s been Katsuki’s biggest supporter and one of his best friends his entire life.

She's as loud and brash as he is, and has the same heart of gold beneath it all. She’s a strong woman who would do anything to protect her son.

Including pulling someone like Todoroki Touya aside during her son’s graduation party to make him promise something.

“My mom?” Katsuki says, voice cracking.

“He lied,” Touya says, back to his flat tone.

“Deku doesn’t fucking lie,” Katsuki says, voice wet but certain. “Why would she… why the fuck would she do that?”

Touya has to try again. “She didn’t—”

“Shut up!” Katsuki yells, his voice cracking again.

His phone starts ringing again and after a moment a familiar voice answers. A light feminine voice with a little bit of a growl to it, but so caring.

A voice that used to make Touya feel warm and safe and comfortable.

“Hey, brat!” Bakugou Mitsuki says; her voice sends a chill down Touya’s spine.

“Hag, I’ve got a question for you, and I need you to answer me seriously,” Katsuki says, voice strained as he struggles to not scream.

“Uh oh, sounds serious,” she says with a huff. “What’s going on, Katsuki?”

“Did you make Touya leave?” Katsuki asks flatly, no beating around the bush.

Touya smacks his head back against the building wall, eyes squeezed shut.

“What?” Mitsuki says, forcing out a very fake laugh. “What do you mean?”

“Fuck,” Katsuki chokes out. “You did.”

“I can explain!” Mitsuki says quickly. “I was worried about you! He was such a bad influence, all that shit he used to get into. Guys like that don’t suddenly change. And he agreed, Katsuki! He agreed that he’s a bad person.”

Touya’s breath hitches and he bites his lower lip and smacks his head back again.

“It’s okay now, though,” Mitsuki says in an attempt to be comforting.“I don’t know how you found out though. Did his father tell you?”

“His father?” Katsuki says, nose scrunched up.

“Well, yeah!” Mitsuki says. “I was worried, so I asked him and Enji confirmed that Touya's anger caused a lot of problems. Katsuki, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, but you’ve done so good! You’ve got your own business and everything! And those friends of yours, they’re so sweet. You wouldn’t have been able to do that with that delinquent around. And you thought you were in lo—”

The call abruptly ends and they're both suddenly surrounded with a thick, heavy air. Touya smacks his head back against the wall again.

The back door of the building opens and Natsuo sticks his head out.

“Hey, Shouto ordered soba and it just got delivered,” Natsuo says. He takes in the situation in front of him and shrugs. “It’s chilled, so take your time. It’ll still be cold when you’re done.”

He pulls his head back and the door smacks to a close again. The sound echoes off the opposite alley wall. Touya sighs and straightens up.

“Go home, Katsuki,” Touya says as he walks to the door. He reaches for the handle and Katsuki grabs his wrist. Touya doesn’t move his gaze from the doorknob.

“I’m sorry,” Katsuki says, voice shaking. “She said… fuck. My mom said that to you. Fuck.”

“She isn’t wrong,” Touya says in a low voice. “You’re a good person, Katsuki. She did what she had to do. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Katsuki echoes, voice hollow. He lets out a shaky breath and his next words are laced with pain. “I was in love with you, Touya.”

Touya’s shoulders slump. “I know. I knew back then. She knew, too. And she knew I was in love with you. That’s why she made me promise.”

Katsuki’s hand falls away from Touya’s wrist, and the white-haired man pulls the door open and steps inside, tugging the door shut behind himself.

He locks it, leans back against it, and slides to the floor. He pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his forehead against them.

He wraps his arms around his head and forces himself to take deep breaths.

He hears the sound of one of the privacy screens being pulled over. He doesn’t look up, but he feels the shadow of it as it’s set up in front of him.

He breaks then, and for the first time in years, Touya cries.

He stays as silent as possible, but he doesn’t bother fighting it. He’s spent years trying to get over Bakugou Katsuki and seeing him again just makes it so impossibly obvious that it will never happen.

He’s tried to date over the years, but no one else ever caught his attention. He didn’t even find other people attractive. The few hookups he’d had were all when he was drunk, his vision limited to spiky blonde hair and muscles.

But as soon as his brain would catch up to the fact that they weren’t the blonde he wanted, his body would shut down and he would leave immediately.

Demisexual and demiromantic, he’d discovered. He doesn’t feel sexual or romantic feelings for anyone unless he’s in love with them.

And there is no denying that he is still very much in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

—

Several weeks pass before Touya finally starts feeling a semblance of normalcy again. Blueflame Ink has gotten a lot of business and all their clients so far have left excellent reviews.

The days have quickly become a set routine.

Touya wakes up at 6am, goes to the gym in his apartment for an hour, heads back up to his unit for a shower and to make himself breakfast.

He makes it to his shop by 9:30am to clean and restock and do whatever else needs to be done. Shouto and Natsuo usually show up at 9:45am, with black coffee and sometimes breakfast from Plus Ultra.

They then go over their schedules while they drink and/or eat until 10am, when the shop officially opens and they get to work.

Somewhere between 11am and 2pm, whoever has the most free time picks up lunch for all three of them. The shop officially closes at 6pm every night, later times available only by appointment.

Touya then goes home, cooks himself dinner, and eats at his small chabudai table by himself, as always.

—

Another two weeks go by before anything else significant happens.

Wednesday at 10:30am, the door jingles.

Natsuo is working on a tattoo and Shouto’s booth is fully blocked by the privacy shades while he pierces someone’s penis.

So, Touya moves from his section and walks up to the front. The newcomer is a short, slender woman with long, pale blonde hair pulled back in a low bun. She’s angled away from him, looking out the door, like she’s waiting for someone.

Touya stops at the front counter across from her and clears his throat before speaking, “Can I help you with something?”

The woman tenses and slowly turns to face him. Touya’s eyes widen and he freezes when her bright scarlet eyes lock on him.

God, she looks so much like her son.

“Bakugou-san,” Touya says quietly.

Mitsuki nods to him. “Touya.”

They’re both silent for a moment, locked in an awkward staring contest.

“Do you need something?” Touya asks slowly.

Mitsuki sniffles and her eyes well with tears, “I need to apologize to you, kid. Katsuki told me about… everything. I was wrong. I said all those bad things about you, and I was so fucking wrong. Katsuki won’t even speak to me anymore. I’m so, so sorry, Touya.”

“It’s fine,” Touya says, bewildered by the teary display in front of him.

“No, it’s not!” Mitsuki yells and slaps her palms on the counter. The entire shop falls silent. “Katsuki told me everything you boys went through, and I—I was supposed to be good to you. He told me you thought I was the kind of mother everyone should have! He told me—”

Touya holds a hand up to silence her and speaks as calmly as he can manage. “This is my place of work. I don’t need this conversation to happen in here.”

“Then follow me outside, or I’m going to scream my apology,” Mitsuki says.

Touya blinks and nods, not at all doubting her proclamation. He follows her out the front door and down the small walk that leads to the side alley.

She rounds on him suddenly, looking like a cross between a terrified cat and a feral wolf.

“I fucked up. I failed you and my son. I know how you felt about him and how he felt about you and I broke that—” her words are cut off by a heavy sob, “—I broke my son thinking I was protecting him, and I broke you when you were just healing. I can’t forgive myself for it, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but don’t block Katsuki out, please.”

Touya furiously rubs at his eyes. “I don’t blame you, Bakugou-san.” Touya sighs heavily and shoves his fists into his pockets. “I can’t help you with him. I haven’t seen him since that day.”

His chest aches and he rubs at it as he takes a deep breath. “I’m pretty sure I’m always going to be in love with him, and I’ll probably always be mad at you for that… but… I forgive you for it. I get it. You were trying to protect him. I was, too. He deserves someone who can give him everything, and that’s not ever going to be me.”

“Maybe we should let him decide that,” Mitsuki says. “I think we’ve spent enough time making decisions on his behalf.”

“It’s been six weeks,” Touya says, still rubbing at his chest. His heart aches so badly. “He was doing good, right?” His voice is hollow as he asks. “He was happy?”

“Yeah, he was,” Mitsuki says, and she sniffles heavily. “He was happy.”

“Good,” Touya says.

“Were you happy?” Mitsuki asks.

“Yeah,” Touya says.

“And then you saw him again,” Mitsuki says, and Touya cracks.

Tears spill from his eyes and Mitsuki pulls him into a hug, her thin arms coiled tightly around his waist. Touya lifts his arms and wraps them around her back as he buries his face in her shoulder and cries like an injured child.

She cries her own tears as she rubs circles along his back and apologizes repeatedly.

Several minutes pass before they release each other. Touya lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe furiously at his face and Mitsuki pulls a handkerchief from her purse to blow her nose.

Touya pats his shirt back down and crosses his arms, embarrassed by the breakdown he’d just had in the arms of the woman he’s tried—and failed—to hate for years.

“I’ve gotta get back inside,” Touya says, voice scratchy and rough.

“Of course,” Mitsuki says. “Just let me end this call.”

“End… what?” Touya asks, looking her over for a phone.

She tucks a long strand of hair behind her ear so he can see the wireless headset.

“I’ve had the volume all the way down, so there’s no way to know what he’s been saying to me,” Mitsuki says, sniffling again. “But I needed to give him the truth. You still love him so much that it hurts, don’t you?” Touya averts his gaze and bites his lower lip. “I thought so.”

“I need to go,” Touya says, mind racing now as he tries to recall what he’d said to the woman.

She doesn’t try to stop him as he half-jogs back into the shop.

He makes his way to his station and sits down at his stool, wheeling himself up to the back counter. He pulls out the tattoo he’d been working on and sets down his pencils.

He stares at the paper, barely even registering the art—a rainbow of Dahlias surrounding the kanji for ‘love.’ It’s mostly finished. He just needs to complete some shading and trace outline copies so it'll be ready for the client’s appointment on Friday.

“You’ve been staring at that for twenty minutes,” Shouto says from behind him. Touya jumps and turns to glare at his youngest brother. “Natsuo is still busy, and my next appointment just got here.”

“Okay,” Touya says flatly.

“There’s someone who wants you to work with them on a custom piece,” Shouto says.

“Fuck, okay,” Touya grumbles. He stands up and Shouto leads the way up to the counter.

“Okay, here’s Dabi,” Shouto says before turning and walking off much too quickly. Touya watches him, one eyebrow cocked.

He huffs, slightly amused. “So, what were you looking to—” Touya freezes when he finally looks at the client.

Bakugou Katsuki stands right in front of him, eyes red-rimmed and slightly puffy, his face lightly flushed.

He clears his throat and speaks in a voice that only slightly wavers. “I want to get a tattoo.”

“Um… okay,” Touya says slowly. He blinks and furrows his brow. “Do you want to wait until someone else can—”

“No!” Katsuki shouts and then winces at his own excessive volume. He swallows and clears his throat. “No,” he says, back to a respectable indoor voice. “I want you to do it, Patchwork.”

Touya blinks, unsure of how to react, especially knowing that he’d apparently heard everything Touya and Mitsuki had said earlier.

“I’ve been following your work for years, actually,” Katsuki admits. “I always wanted to get a dragon tattoo after my best friend got his first tattoo.”

Katsuki swallows thickly, but holds eye contact with Touya as he continues. “My first year of college, I was roomed in the dorms with this huge tattoo nerd and he got me to follow this local artist called Blueflame. I always liked their art and decided I wanted them to do my first tattoo. I ended up being really busy with school, and then with starting my own business, so I didn’t have the time.”

Katsuki takes a deep breath and lets it out in a loud whoosh. “But now I have the time and I would really fucking like him to design my tattoo. I was hoping to work on some ideas over dinner.”

Touya blinks. “What.”

Katsuki blushes almost as bright as his eyes and licks his lips nervously. “I was on the fucking call when my mom was here earlier. I heard everything. Which is really messed up, she shouldn’t have done that. But the hag is right about one thing: you don’t get to decide what makes me happy.”

He takes a shaky breath before continuing. “I’ve always felt like something was off, like a detail missing from a picture, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was. I thought maybe it was just part of being an adult or something, but… now I think the missing detail was more important than that, like one of the details that defines the image and makes it complete.”

Katsuki takes another breath and lets it out slowly. “I never got the chance to tell you how I felt—how I still feel. I didn’t realize how strong the feelings still were until I saw you again. I tried to ignore it, but it’s fucking awful. So, Patchwork, Touya… don’t fucking block me out again.”

Touya blinks slowly.

“Get your stupid ass out of this goddamn shop!” Natsuo yells from his station, leaning around his partition to chuck one of his shoes at Touya’s back.

Shouto walks over and picks up Natsuo’s shoe before glancing back and forth between Touya and Katsuki. Touya cocks a brow at his brother.

“We’ve got everything covered, Touya,” Shouto says.

“You’ve got an appointment coming in,” Touya says. “I can’t leave with no one open.”

“They cancelled,” Shouto says with an almost indiscernible shrug. “Apparently they wanted a tattoo specifically from Blueflame.”

Touya furrows his brow and turns to look at Katsuki again. He eyes the blonde cautiously, his long repressed emotions tearing their way back up to the surface.

“I won’t be able to let you go again,” Touya admits. “There’s a reason why my dragon has its head over my heart.”

“Stop spewing that sappy gay shit in here!” Natsuo shouts. “Go! You’ve been pining over this dude for like, half a decade. Fucking go!”

“Yeah! Go get ‘em!” Natsuo’s client yells.

“Jesus, fucking fine,” Touya snaps, turning to level Natsuo with a glare. “If you fucks light this shop on fire, do me a favor and lock yourselves inside when it goes down.”

“That’s fair,” Shouto says with a slight nod, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.

“Fuck,” Touya hisses under his breath as he walks around the counter to awkwardly stand next to Katsuki. He forces himself to meet the blonde’s gaze. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Katsuki says, a smirk tugging at his lips—that slasher one that always has Touya’s heart barreling into his stomach. “There’s a new ramen shop about a fifteen minute walk from here that's supposed to have the spiciest bowls in the country.”

Touya scoffs. “We’ll see about that.”

Katsuki huffs out a laugh and grabs Touya’s hand, pulling him outside as he laces their fingers together. “C’mon, asshole, we’ve got four years worth of bullshit to bitch about.”

“My shit's all about tattoos,” Touya says dryly.

Katsuki snorts and looks to him, eyes raking over his piercings. “Only tattoos, huh?”

“Well, Shou did the top two of my frenum ladder and Natsu did the other two,” Touya says, thinking of the only other significant change to his appearance other than the tattoos.

“Frenum ladder?” Katsuki asks, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Piercings along the underside of my dick,” Touya clarifies and Katsuki chokes, his face flushing a deep red.

Touya smirks smugly, feeling a bit better now that he’s taken some sort of advantage over the conversation.

“Wow, that’s um…” Katsuki clears his throat, “Really fucking hot..”

“You have any piercings?” Touya asks curiously.

“Nope,” Katsuki says, shaking his head. “And no tattoos, I was fucking serious when I said I want you to help me with one. I want my goddamned dragon.”

“Anything more specific?” Touya questions.

“I was thinking a dragon with white and red scales, with turquoise eyes,” Katsuki says, pursing his lips as he considers. “I want some flowers with it, too. Sakura blossoms. To mark a fresh start.”

“What do you need a fresh start for?” Touya wonders aloud.

Katsuki laughs and grins at Touya. “Turns out, this asshole who I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager got a dragon tattoo that looks like me, and its head lays on his fucking heart. Ever since I saw it, I’ve been wanting a dragon version of him in the same spot.”

“Copycat,” Touya grumbles.

“Nah,” Katsuki says, smile softer as he looks back ahead. “I just want to make sure I’ve always got a reminder with me. It might be sappy as fuck, but this asshole was always encouraging me to do my best, pointing out the ways I was strong when I doubted myself and tried to make me feel better with terrible music.”

Touya scrunches his nose, offended. “Terrible music?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki says with a snort. “Mostly about murder and arson and shit, but he would try to rap and sing along with it and that shit was hilarious.”

“Sounds like your friend was a terrible influence,” Touya says, but he can’t hide the blush in his cheeks.

“Nah, just super weird,” Katsuki says. “Once you got to know him, he was pretty fucking cool.”

“Sure,” Touya snorts.

Katsuki stops and turns to Touya. “You're fucking amazing.”

Touya’s breath catches in his throat.

“I love you, Touya,” he says, ruby eyes so fond that it nearly has the tattooed man imploding. “I want to know everything I missed while you were off on your stupid as hell mission of nobility.”

Katsuki slowly moves closer to the white-haired man and Touya swallows.

“Fuck, I love you, Kats,” Touya says, the old nickname sliding out with ease. “I never thought I’d get to see you again, doll.”

“I’m going to kiss you, Touya,” Katsuki warns, squeezing their joined hands as he gently cups Touya’s cheek with his free hand.

“Fuck…” Touya breathes as he leans in.

They meet halfway, lips colliding in a kiss that sends a warmth through their cores and a shiver down their spines. It’s short and soft, but it’s deep and full of feeling; only a glimpse of what they both know is going to be their future.

#dabibaku #bakudabi #my hero academia #dabi x bakugou katsuki #dbbk #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

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darkspace7 · 10 months

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Glass Spider AU 【♤ Pt. 3♤】

AKA: ★~Villianous Edition!~★

Parts 1 & 2

Now to flesh out a bit about our resident villians: The Sinistrum Orichalcum. A loose conglomeration of cursed gem users and their assorted allies. They're a varied and rather tumultous bunch that, despite everything, seem to share the same goal. To collect the cursed gems that drew them together before anyone else can get their hands on them. Why? Simple. Those who control the gems can control New Londhatten, and then, the world. (However, like all organizations, there seems to be some movement in the darker than black. Shadowed talks of magic and science intertwined, stolen powers and dark arts with mentions of boosters and artifical gems? Lord only knows what happens behind closed door and in the minds of madmen...)

The curtain rises upon the stage and here we have our antagonists in this tale of tragedy and intrigue.

【Professor Kracken】 A former marine biologist with a serious hoarding problem turned greedy treasure hunter. His ability to control the high seas coupled with that urge to ruthlessly plunder is surely to lead him to Davy Jones' Locker.

【Hercules】 A former bodyguard who decided one day to bill himself as "a philantropist who helps the poor out of the 'kindness' of his heart." Pitch had the misfortune of running into him during his stint on the lamb and inadvertantly uncovers the man's extortionist schemes thus currying favour with the lower class of New Londhatten.

【The Steel Dragon】 A somewhat sadistic underground medic with a draw towards exessive body modification. Procuring a gem that let him literally transform his body was the best thing that ever happened to him, at first anyway...

【Mysterion The Magnificant】A failed small-name stage magician with a big ego who hopes his new aeronautic abilities will be his one way ticket to stardom.

【Atlas Jones】 Mike's father and owner of Prometheian Forges. Not a bad guy, per say, just strict. He was actually on positive terms with Pitch (in no fault due to his son) until things kind of went to shit. See, now he had been kind of struggling with money issues recently due to rival factory buisness opening shop. Eventually he just couldn't keep up so he took the other's deal and then Prometheian Forges was now a part of Orichalcum Metalworks. With this devil's deal he learned the secret to the buisness's success and learned the hard way that if you get greedy & play with the Fox's fire you're going to get burned. (And through a truly tragic series of events recieved firsthand knowledge as to what it was like to have both fire and lightning wage war in your soul as the power of not one but two cursed gems wound up ripping his mind and soul asunder.)

【The Grey Goblinshark】 A wealthy shipping empire tycoon with ties to the crown and a penchant for dark magic. Plays up his good public image by regularly holding fishing tournaments to "reminisce on his roots as a simple fisherman from Innsmouth" and "donating" pieces from his private collection to places such as the New Londonhatten Museum. Seems to take great pleasure in taunting the Glass Arachnia with his newfound criminal status and actively challenges him to come after his "newly reclaimed" collection featuring an (in his own words: "paultry and useless bauble") dubbed the Glass Spider. (It kind of backfired on them heavily because Pitch, having nothing left to lose at this point but the clothes on his back and the steadfast desire to keep those cursed atrocities out their wretched hands, then plotted his biggest heist yet. Although, unbeknownst to the spiderling, he wasn't bereft of everything just yet. For you see, during that stint on the run from the coppers all those little deeds he did slowly began to add up and at the end of the day it turns out he had amased quite the following of well-wishers. Ones that would later prove instrumental in providing him a buffer to make his escape. After all, despite grit and grime, the city protects its own.) (("Y-You, you're going to get yourselves hurt. Killed even!" He shook his head slowly, disbelief mounting as person after person crept out of the woodwork all to, what? Help him?

"I don't...what?" A hand clutched clutched at his aching head as a deli worker landed a solid blow to an officer's skull. They didn't get back up.

They huffed with a gruff nod and turned to the flabbergasted teen. "Well," It was hard to hear in the pandemonium but thankfully his ears weren't as busted up as his impromptu mask. "I reckon it was bout time. Damn bobbies gettin' too full of 'emself." They spat, giving the lawman a none too soft kick. "Gets what's commin' to 'em."

The other straightened and pinned him a piercing look. "Saw what you did fer that kid. And, look. No one's gonna shower yeh with medals and all that tripe but..." With a huff the other turned away. "Never think we don't repay our debts. Yeh hear?

"...Yeah."

A careless wave of the hand," Yeh, yeah. Now go on. Get. Shoo."

And before he could restrain himself, he surged forward pressing the small smoke orb into the startled other's palm. "Thank you."

And he was off.))

#DS7's Log #Glass Spider AU #Fun fact: Shadow powers are hella useful when you have to bullshit people into believing the fake gems you swapped out are the real thing.#Also I saw a wolf spider today. Accidently yote it into the distance when it temporarly got out while I was trying to get it outside.#It was fine don't worry. I think I was more startled of it than it was of me honestly.#Guess I missed my chance of becoming Spiderman lol.#I don't think I'd be able to handle the responsability anyway.#But now I can't stop thinking of Miguel getting yote into the underbrush and this amuses me.

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turnaboutwright · 1 year

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Autistic Ramblings. Literally that’s IT

for a while i’ve had the autistic urge to explain to someone all my different “good luck” charms and the pocket tiger post made me realize i can just make a whole list explaining them here. so if you do happen to read this please like it but i also know it’s a personal thing that most people wouldn’t care about (and now has become rather long!) especially if you don’t know me. ANYWAYS. here we go. in no real particular order-!

-the coin i got at the Chattanooga aquarium last year when i visited for my birthday! it has paddlefish on it :) my best friend went with us that day and i have fond memories associated with it

-my prosecutors badge! obviously means a lot because it’s connected to my fav of all time but it was also a gift from my best friend in the first year i knew him and stays pinned to my hat, which i wear most of the time

-similarly my defense attorney badge! i got it years ago and it’s really good quality. has a good weight to it for a pin so i can’t pin it to my hat. i usually keep it in my pocket/wallet funnily enough (in aa usually phoenix/defense attorneys display their badges while edgeworth/prosecutors keep them in their pocket) but sometimes i pin it to my shirt if im wearing a button down

-ok last ace attorney thing lol. i have a really cool charm that has phoenix on one side and miles on the other. it’s one of the very few fandom etsy type things i’ve bought. it stays in my wallet most of the time

-my special rock!!! theres a stream/river that my mom and i love to visit and there was an area where the water made a little creek from the road down to the larger area and i could have watched it forever. i happened to spot a very very flat rock shaped like and arrowhead and with edges that almost let you see the layers. i felt a little bad about it but figured since it wouldn’t dislodge anything it’d be okay to take. it has a different recharging system than the others but i haven’t even gotten to that yet.

-my transformers figures! so pretty much all of them are cheap toys i bought while working fast food as rewards to myself after tough weeks but i’m glad to have them. i rotate them based on how i’m feeling that day. optimus is for long or tiring days when i think i’ll need strength to get through a shift. ratchet is for when i’m already exhausted before going into work or not feeling well in the morning. starscream and soundwave i usually just have as general support but i have a particular soundwave figure a friend gave me that i take when i want to remember them and their support.

-transformers...2! just a funny note. i put those guys in my lunch box when i go to work but usually make sure they go in my locker and not the fridge. especially if i took starscream that day. i get the feeling my day would end up having some kind of negative note if i left him in there. same with ratchet but that’s more because i can imagine him complaining and he doesn’t deserve it really

-my dragon spinner ring! one of my oldest charms that i still have. technically i’ve lost it again (there was a time i couldn’t find it for years after we moved) but i’m pretty sure its in my room somewhere. i got it several several years ago at the renaissance festival. i think it’s the only thing my dad’s gotten me that i consider really special. obviously i love spinning it and it really does look cool.

okay! those are all my current “good luck” items that i use fairly regularly. i probably have others tucked away. pretty much any small trinket i’m gifted from someone who means a lot to me becomes one of these items

i also have a recharging system for them that i consider fairly important! mainly it just means that after a few consecutive days of ‘using’ a particular charm it has to ‘recharge’ or it won’t help me as much if at all. listen. i KNOW they don’t actually do anything. but it’s the thought that counts and this system helps me feel better. so i make sure to let my charms rest out of respect for what they do for me and so they can continue to help me.

basically this just means that they go into my bedside drawer for a few days usually. while my rock can recharge like this it won’t be fully up to strength till i dunk it in a body of water again. any water helps but it’s especially charged after i let it soak in the stream i got it from for a minute. i can only do this maybe once a month though.

also shout out to my original charm that “recharged”! it was a pendant, also from the renaissance festival i believe, that was kinda rectangular with curved edges and made out of glass. it was deep blue/purple, had a sorta square pattern going on inside, and was slightly smaller than my thumb. anyways it recharged via the sun and i used it freshman year of hs to get through PE. i named it corn after a stone from a certain manga i use to be obsessed with in middle school/part of hs. the character in the manga used her blue stone similarly, that is for emotional support, and also use to hold it up to the sun. i probably still have it somewhere but it’s i don’t use it or wear it anymore

ok! that’s all i can think of at the moment but i really enjoyed typing this all out. if you happened to read all of this....why...but also thank you. i love knowing that someone else knows these things now. i cant just tell when i try to explain these things irl people tune me out rip;;; though i understand why

#wright talks #autistic rambles

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fat-slobby-gamers · 2 years

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Super Polymerization Pearl Fuses with Black-Winged Dragon

(Going from the strongest signer dragon to arguably the weakest, poor Black winged Dragon can't seem to catch a break with both its anime and manga counterparts not being that strong meta wise. Still has a great design though.

The sounds of octo shots and splat bombs exploding filled the air as a small splinter cell of octarians rained down torrents of Ink down at a small base near the entrance of octo valley. Pearl was sent with a small group of volunteers to drive them out but it wasn't going as planned. They expected only a few octarian loyalists left but found an entire platoon of soldiers fitted with weapons and a elite squad of heavily armored octolings waiting for them.

With communications jammed and her squad heavily injured and running low on Ink and supplies Pearl was weighing her options. Either flee and leave Inkopolis open to a suprirse attack or stand her ground and likely her perma splatted as the nearest respawn pool was miles away.

"Hrrrg stupid chargers! Come down and fight me like a squid!" Pearl yelled unloading an entire clip of her dualies in a desperate attempt to reach the two octoling snipers which had been taking pot shots at their position. "UGH THIS ISN'T WORKING! I'm pissed and can't think straight!" She groaned punching the wall in annoyance as she looked over to her unconscious and wounded comrades.

"In coming!" A voice yelled out as Pearl looked up to the sky and saw a large octo missle firing right at their position. They barely had time to get away before their cover was destroyed as the missle impacted scattering them farther back and allowing the octarians to advance further towards them.

"This isn't happening! I'm not going to let everyone down!" Pearl raged as she chucked the last of her splat bombs over her head managing to smack an octarian soldier with it before it detonated taking him out. One down a few dozen more to go. Suddenly a small black feather fell from the sky landing on Pearl's head making her look up only to spot a solitary crow looking down on her from a power line.

"I sense your rage little creature, you have great anger aswell as a sense of justice and need to do what is right..." A deep ancient sounding voice called out to her causing her to twinge in pain as her mind was echoing these words. "If you want to defend your allies than take hold of my feather and bare my mark, together we can save them." The voice said causing Pearl to smirk as she gripped the feather in her hand and closed her eyes.

"I'll do it." Was all she said before a tornado appeared around her body, the whirling vortex of wind ans feathers deflected the incoming shots from the octarians away from her and her allies giving her transformation enough time to take hold. Her tentacles turned black and grew wilder in appearance. Her arms became bird like growing longer and her fingers became like talons. Her chest was coated in a thick plated armor along with a series of rib like spikes forming along her abdomen. Three long feathery tails formed behind her and a large set of red and black wings emerged from her back just in time to slice through another missle that was about to impact them. Pearl couldn't help but smile wickedly as she felt an overwhelming power rush through her. Taking off like a jet she flew through the octarian forces splatting anyone who got in her way sending them all back to the respawn pools. Gusts of winds tore through their ranks sending machine and octarian flying all the same. She had her eyes set on the leader. A large octo samurai sitting atop a mechanical vehicle was foe if she took him down they'd scatter.

"You're mine big guy~" Pearl said eyes glowing red as she sent a slash of pressurized air his way. The octarian huffed and swung a Massive splat roller downwards and with a wave of pink ink he managed to deflect her attack.

The machine he rode roared to life as its engines ignited he charged at Pearl ready to crush her beneath its massive roller wheels. Standing her ground not flinching as the machine charged towards her Pearl raised her hand summoning another storm. Feathers scattered and sliced anything that got near her before with a powerful flap of her wings Pearl sent two spiraling gusts of wind at the machine. Air and metal collided with her winds tearing apart the vehicle and splatting the driver. Ink rained from the sky as Pearl stood victorious on the battlefield and watched her enemies flee. "Hehe I like this new power. No one will harm them, not while I'm around." She said confidently stretching her wings outward In a display of dominance.

#muse: pearl #anon ask #ask meme

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roughentumble · 3 years

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@hale-of-stiles-heart ok ok you remember that dragon!jask we were going back and forth about a little bit ago?? WHAT if instead of very big and impressive n' such, jaskier was actually TINY(like this). maybe his growth was stunted, maybe he's just some rare subspecies that has a small dragon form or whatever, but. what if instead of huge and impressive hes this tiny cute little guy with a tiny hoard i-- i'm losing my mind thinking about it.

i have the mental image of jaskier in dragon form curled up under geralt's shirt, laying on his tummy, getting all warm with body heat and its so fucking. cute

#he is JUST A LITTLE GUY and hes kind of embarrassed about it #like he does that thing where like he'll posture about it in his human form(not that he talks about it much BUT. if someone finds out #that he's a dragon he'll brag)#but its all bluster and he gets rly embarrassed and does NOT want to transform because hes so... tiny......#witcher tag #ogc tag #idk just. small.... little....... ahhhhhh

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