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inkblot22 · 24 days

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What's Worse?

I finally finished this. This unpostable thing. It's done and even if it's bad, I do not care. In the end, it ended up being 4k words and I'm okay with this. Header by @/cafekitsune

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep this one very neutral despite the many references to body parts, so anyone who can handle it is free to read! Keep in mind that pronouns such as you and they are used to refer to the reader. The reader is human and does have hair.

TW for coercion, noncon, dubcon, allusions to a physically and emotionally abusive dynamic, captivity, everyone is at least a little bit untrustworthy in this, mentions of the smell of blood, beastman-specific oddities and anatomy, violent and morbid similes. Just in case, I'd like to say that this is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. A lot of the stuff is more so implied than explicitly stated, but it's still there.

The day he moved up a grade and began his “internship” is the same day he took you with him. Sure, Grim came along, but you’re often so busy, or he’s often so busy, either way. So you haven’t seen your familiar in months, and your life is filled with Leona.

You don’t know why he did this, but the first night you were there, he tapped your uvula with his fingers as he orally serviced you so feverishly that you left teeth indent bruises on his knuckles from biting down so hard as you tried not to be loud. He wore them like jewelry, and you know his brother saw them. Everyone at the table knew what happened, because, according to Leona, no matter how often you shower, the way you smell will always give you away.

That was a little over six months ago. As far as captivity goes, it’s rather cushy. You stay within the confines of the Afterglow Savannah’s palace. Sometimes Leona gets a bit aggressive and you take it, but you’re fed, clothed, and possibly pampered. It could be worse. It could be far worse. You could be in the dungeons.

You actually don’t know if this place has a dungeon, come to think of it. The last time you asked Leona, he asked you if there was an issue with the room you shared with him. When you tried to explain why you asked, he called you a “dumb herbivore” in a very fond tone of voice, then fell asleep. You didn’t try asking again.

It didn’t stop you from wandering. As it turns out, the Afterglow is mostly populated by beastmen… beastpeople? Aren’t all people beasts? Whatever, the point is, you’re basically the only person in the palace with muted senses. You often think back to Rook, wondering how he trained himself to use his senses so well. You tried to practice once, but Leona caught you hiding a ball and chucked the thing out the window, telling you to find something better to do with your “skills.” You sure used one of your senses, at least.

Unfortunately, these “muted” senses, despite them being completely sensible for your human state of being, have led to some issues. For instance, when someone approaches you, you don’t notice until they’re within your field of awareness. Beyond that, according to Leona, Farena, Cheka, and Farena’s wife, you also tend to just reek of blood.

You have no idea why, and you’ve never noticed this before. You get out of the shower, having scrubbed hard enough to rid yourself of any dirt but not enough to create micro-abrasions on your skin, and Leona still complains about it. You play fight with Cheka, gentle enough that neither of you gets harmed and he’s giggly, and he pauses his mirth and wrinkles his little nose before asking if you got hurt. Zuri, Farena’s wife, regularly would stop you whenever she saw you, her eyes wide as she asked you if everything was okay. The palace staff didn’t say anything, but they’d constantly be re-filling your first-aid kit, one that was “gifted” to you and one that the staff and Kifaji (despite him being human like you, or maybe just not obviously a beastman) insisted that you carry at all times.

But out of all of them, Farena was the worst. If you were in Cheka’s nursery, even just seconds after the kid fell asleep, Farena would pop out of nowhere. If you lingered a bit too long in the kitchen or hallways, anywhere too far from Leona’s wing, he’d approach with a smile, his arms spread wide. If you came to the dining hall without Leona’ his glowing brown eyes would find you, the intensity akin to a sudden knife wound. His persistence in being around you was all blanketed by his uncomfortable implications when he spoke to you.

Even so, you happened to somehow get lost. The hallways are sort of color-coded, but you’ve passed this same hallway several times, enough for you to be okay with admitting that you’ve been walking in a circle for the past twenty minutes. And, much like the devil, as soon as you thought that if you were there any longer, a certain lion-man would appear, Farena popped up and scooped you into a hearty hug as greeting, your feet coming off the floor.

“Leona’s partner!” He never calls you by name. It’s always just that. You are Leona’s partner, not your own person, you guess, “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

“Yes. Hello, your highness.” You wheezed as he placed you back on the floor.

“Oh, you’re so prickly, just like my baby brother. You two are a perfect match- he does like a bit of bite.”

You rarely knew how to respond to him, so you often didn’t. You just stared at him, like a total moron, but he continued talking like you aren’t giving him the most anserine of looks- a word he has used to describe you before, basically to your face.

“I’ve heard that you forgot your first aid kit. We don’t need you tripping and scratching yourself on Leona’s dresser again, and not with an inability to heal yourself.” He never gave you time to answer, “Of course, I know you aren’t magic, but those of you without it have made some wonderful inventions to make up for that.”

“Oh. Yeah, I just left for, like, two seconds so I could return something to the kitchen.”

He nodded, thoughtful, still smiling, “Well, did you hit your head? You’ve been walking in a circle, and you didn’t even stop to say hi to me.”

“No. I, uh.” You cast your gaze down the hallway closest to you, then looked back at Farena, “I am a bit lost. I guess someone else is usually with me when I’m wandering around.”

Leona is not the only person in his family with a cunning streak. You are marginally aware of this, and when Farena’s eyes narrowed, you sucked in a breath.

“Hmm. You’re right, Leona’s partner. It is rather strange not to see you by my baby brother’s side.”

It struck you multiple times in the past that the amount of times you bumped into Farena couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. He’s a king, so why was he never ruling or whatever kings did all day? It was incredibly strange, and you made the same subtle discomforted motions like clockwork. He usually pretended not to notice whatsoever.

His grin was always too bright. You did prefer Leona’s smirk, “Very well. It looks like I’ll need to escort you back to Leona’s quarters, won’t I?”

“Uh. I mean, if you’re not busy.”

“You’re such a mousy thing. Come,” He offered you his arm.

You took it, and true to his word, he led you back to Leona’s wing, then straight up to the door. He knocked, and you ducked out of his arm to cautiously open the door. Leona strolled out of the bathroom, hair and skin wet, his eyes not even skimming over you before they flashed to his brother, who strolled in as though he owned the place. Maybe he did. Who owns a palace if not the king?

“Ah, Leona! I found your partner, wandering the halls like a lost lamb.”

As soon as the words process in Leona’s mind, his green eyes are sliding to pin you down. Your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t move or emote, lest he strike. He’s like a snake when he’s like this, which is ironic. Perhaps it’s not ironic, and just comedic. Who knows?

Regardless, Farena keeps talking, “And I missed you at lunch! What a shame. They had your favorite, you know. Meat! And lots of it. Don’t you ever get hungry, being in here all the time?”

If not for everyone talking about the way your skin smells, that comment could have been written off entirely. It didn’t feel great, being indirectly told that you smell like fresh meat, and Leona wasn’t helping much.

“Mmm. No. I don’t like my meat that rare.” Leona grumbles, taking a seat on his bed and waving you over. “Hey, c’mere and braid my hair.”

What was worse? Being told you smell delicious or being told you didn’t smell delicious enough? It was one of those things. You cautiously tied off his braids, capping both of them in beads that Cheka had gifted you. His hair was wet, clinging to his skin as desperately as the water did. You caught yourself watching a drop sliding over Leona’s tattoo and hummed softly.

Farena was still talking. You didn’t hear the beginning, and you didn’t care about the end, so you completely tuned him out so you could finger detangle the rest of Leona’s wet hair. While you were ignoring Farena, you were pointedly all too aware of Leona’s sounds of pleasure. It took you a while to get used to it. You were a primate, and he was a lion. More lion than ape. He snorted and rumbled, huffed and chuffed, his face twisted in a scowl.

“Ah, what a shame. I’ll have to speak to you later, Leona. Perhaps you could talk about those plans with Zuri. I’m sure she’d love to listen.” You tuned back in as Farena turned to the door, opening it before remembering himself and waving at you, “Bye bye, Leona’s partner!”

When he was gone, almost as soon as the door was closed, Leona twisted his torso to grab you around the waist and pull you into one of his kisses. You read somewhere that the reason men kiss so… wetly is so they can mark their partner. It makes more sense if they just didn’t want to kiss with dry lips, but you’re no kissing expert. Leona is not an exception to this, you supposed. He always licked his lips before pressing them against yours, slicked with his saliva and often accompanied by a quiet, barely perceptible growl.

His kisses were dizzying. Possibly because it was difficult to breathe while kissing someone, and possibly because you were usually held in a crushing vice whenever he kissed you. Your poor ribcage had been squeezed many times.

And just as soon as it started, he dropped you unceremoniously and stood up, walking past your sprawled body on his floor, “We’ve got some big dinner to get to. Get dressed.”

You scrambled to your feet, “Big dinner?”

“Mhm. It’s some official’s birthday. I can’t be bothered to remember who.”

That made enough sense. In the time you’d been here, you’d learned pretty quickly that it wasn’t exactly worth it to go out of your way to be remembered positively by everyone, especially not since you were… with Leona. In all the time you’d been here, you’d never been sure about what the nature of your relationship with him was, either. Asking would get you some kind of snarky or irritated answer, and not asking but thinking about it made it hard to focus on anything else, so you didn’t think about it.

“Oh. You see Grim today?” You asked while getting dressed in your own green and black dashiki, like a couple’s outfit in the matching pattern of Leona’s.

Like he always did, he stared for a moment before making a few small adjustments. It was funny, he couldn’t be bothered to care about his own appearance, and yet, when it came to you…

“Yeah, He’s good. Still working on the mage stuff.”

“Mmm. Okay. Thanks.” You mumbled, lifting your arms so Leona could look you over again, “What?”

“You stink like my brother. If we had time, I’d fix that, but…”

“What does he smell like?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking what I smell like?” He snapped, and you flinched. Sometimes his irritation came with physical indications, but heavier than the physical indications was the energy around him, “Forget it. Stay close to me tonight.”

You usually did. You hated parties here, but more than the parties themselves, you hated the strangers who came up to you and just said whatever. Last time, someone approached you and asked how big Leona’s wallet was for you to stick around. You’re learning to like nobility less, not that you particularly liked them before..

You’re tucked against Leona’s back for the entirety of the evening. He’s like a ward. People see him and walk the opposite direction unless they’re drunk or stupid, and those types are in short supply at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately, by the middle of the night, amongst sips of his drinks and nibbles of various finger foods, you felt exhausted and Leona was straight up pissed.

You wondered why for a bit too long. You barely even realized when you ended up back in his room, outside on his balcony. He was stewing, pouting like a toddler. You unstuck yourself from his side and sat in one of the chairs.

“Mmm.” He grumbled. He often did this, putting a noise to his emotion, but no words to explain himself. You’d wised up and figured out early on that it was best not to approach him for this type of thing, “Hey, runt.”

Uh oh. He tended to use that nickname before he did something foul to you. You squirmed in your chair and flinched as he turned around and yanked his shirt over his head. His pants went next. Leona didn’t bother with underwear.

“C’mere. What are you hidin’ in the corner for?” He mumbles, “We’ve got time now.”

Your uh oh gets multiplied. It’s not that you aren’t attracted to Leona, or that you’re not in the mood. It’s not that you’re terrified of him, not that you’re confused by his awkward libido. It’s that you honestly don’t know what he sees in you, sprinkled with a bit of relationship insecurity. You’re here because of him, you and Grim have a home because of him, but what’s going to happen when he gets bored with you?

He looks over his shoulder at you sharply, “What the hell are you doin’? I said c’mere.”

You swallowed and took a few steps forward, stripping as you walked. The night air makes your skin tingle with goosebumps, your nipples hardening and a shiver rattling through you. It’s a very strong possibility that these feelings have beset you based only on the fact that someone could look up from Zuri’s garden and see you and Leona, both naked on his balcony.

When you’re standing in front of him, he just stares, one of his hands ever so gently stroking himself. You think it’s funny, the phrase “playing with yourself,” because that is what it is. His fingers softly paw at his heavy balls, gliding up the base of his shaft to tweak the head of his cock under his foreskin. He doesn’t break his gaze on you to look at himself. The hand that is not busy with himself reaches out to grab your waist, just above the start of your hip, and yank you closer.

He’s not gentle. Not really. You know he has the capacity to be gentle, but he doesn’t really seem to care. In the past, when you’ve pleaded with him to be gentle, he’s told you that he would treat you like glass if he thought you were made of it, but since he’s seen you suffer worse (what is worse?) he doesn’t see the point in bothering. That doesn’t change the fact that his touch often hurts. Now is not an exception, and you make your displeasure clear with a soft noise of discomfort.

“Shhh. You wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Leona mumbles, pressing his face against the skin on your stomach, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

You absolutely hate it when he smells you like this, but that’s not important right now, “Wh-what?”

“With Farena. You looked freaked out.” Leona ever so lightly kisses the pit of your bellybutton, “He do anything to you?”

You’re not a fan of Leona acting like this. While it seems like he cares, you know from past experience that he’s typically, if not always, on the brink of a jealous meltdown. His jealous meltdowns almost always end with you sitting alone in the bathroom, tending to your own wounds as he sleeps like a kid who just threw a tantrum. So you decide to give a simple answer before distracting him, at least for a moment.

You scratch the nape of his neck, since he doesn’t like you touching his ears, “He was just his usual off-putting self. Nothing else.”

Leona grunts and looks up at you, so you take your chance. You lean down, sitting on your knees, and press a mock-reverent kiss to Leona’s thigh. He’s surprisingly hairless, for someone who is more lion than ape. You suppose the same could be said for yourself, as someone who is more ape than lion.

Leona’s unimpressed face slants into a smirk, and his hand that was previously fondling his genitals slides to cup your cheek, fingertips rubbing behind your ear.

Now that it’s right in front of your face, you wish that you hadn’t decided that this was the best option for distraction. You think maybe anything would be better than catching those barbs in the back of your throat. The little softly-curved nubs circling the base of the head of Leona’s cock flare out a bit, resembling one of those Elizabethan ruffs, tattered by the passage of time and reduced to the skeleton. They aren’t sharp, not truly, but they’re uncomfortable, especially when you forget that the more worked up Leona gets, the further they poke out and the harsher they feel. It’s similar to someone’s very carefully blunted fingernail and fingertip rubbing against your cheeks.

You try to suck up your carefully hidden disgust and press a soft kiss to the very tip of Leona’s dick, wetting your lips with his salty pre. Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste bad. You would think that his skin, his cum, would taste bitter and harsh, but it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted. Perhaps that’s a silver lining in this wicked situation.

Regardless, a quiet grumble from him makes you snap back into the reality of where you are, and you figure you may as well get to work. You slide your lips down to his base, wincing as the spongy head of his member punches the back of your throat and his hand slides back to grip your nape.

“You trying to bore me to death, runt? You know I hate this teasing shit.”

That’s right. He absolutely loathes it. You bob your head a little more expeditiously, trying to ignore the slick mixture of drool and pre that is escaping from the corners of your lips and the ever-increasing strength of Leona’s thrusts against your face.

Despite your senses being the most dull in the palace, you can sort of hear the festivities downstairs, and Leona chuckles, standing with your head still cradled in his hand so he can actually start thrusting. It always begins with you trying to set a gentle pace and it always quickly dissolves into chaos. He’s lazy, but if he’s anything more than lazy, it’s a shameless pleasure chaser. You would think that you would have learned by now.

“You can’t hear them. They’re not at all concerned with me, they’re wondering where you went off to. But everyone knows that you belong to me, so they should know that you’re with me.” Leona mumbles.

You gag, his dickhead wetly popping against the back of your throat as the fluids in your mouth froth with the speed of his motions, gooey trails roping down to cling to your cheeks and collarbones, connecting to Leona’s shifting hips. At least he doesn’t stink today.

A bug lands on your shoulder and flits away as you choke on Leona as he shoves his cock down your throat. Maybe you should feel a bit more grateful that this is happening partially outside, and that way you can have constant reminders that you’re still alive and not in some form of purgatory, serving time for your very minor moments of humanity when you were alive.

Leona snarls, “You’re just so cute, with those lips wrapped around me. I wonder if my brother would keep flirting with you if he knew that you were like this in private.”

The implications of that statement are absolutely lost on you. You’re aware that Leona knows how you feel about your current life to a degree, but he doesn’t give a damn about your emotions. Whatever he’s talking about is absolutely just him babbling out some sex-addled nonsense. As the barbs scrape against your uvula, you gag and try to push his hips away so you can catch your breath for a second.

He doesn’t let up. Sweat is sliding over his skin, beading into crystal pearls and sliding down to flavor the skin in your mouth with their salt. If you don’t puke from his roughness, you’re going to puke from ingesting so much sodium. His smirk grows and his fingers massage the base of your head as if he isn’t pounding into your throat.

“Aw… too much? Maybe if you were a bit more active, I’d be done a bit sooner.” He coos.

You don’t fully hate Leona. He has given you somewhere to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, for both you and Grim, but whenever he gets like this, taunting you even though he’s using you like a cheap sleeve, you feel an indescribable, hopeless anger. Regardless, you bring one of your hands up to the copious amounts of drool and pre and sweat that are covering your skin, collecting the goop on your fingers. You cup his ass with your non-gooey hand and spread that cheek, plunging a finger into his asshole and aimlessly crooking your finger.

His hips spasm, his hand fists into your hair and he lets out a low grumble, “Rrr.”

You slowly ease your other gooey finger into his ass and hope that he will cum soon so you can catch your breath. You need a shower, and he’s probably going to just go to bed after this. You’re more tired than he is, and you’re actually beginning to think that you both might be a bit tipsy. You need this to end, and you need it to end soon.

Your prayers are answered. You feel his cock bob in the back of your throat, the glans tapping that soft spot that makes you feel it in the back of your nose, and he yanks your head back, your lips releasing him with a somewhat loud pop.

His cum is hotter than it has any right being. You suppose since he runs hot, it’s not that shocking, but you’re also aware that the whole reason that the balls are not an internal thing is because the human body is way too hot for sperm to live for long periods of time inside of the body. This information is irrelevant, however, because Leona has just made the mess on your skin that much worse. You sigh as he lets go of you, flopping back into his chair and gesturing to his cock again.

“Can you clean me up before you go running off?”

You’d love to tell him no, to ask him to shove it, but you grunt your acquiescence and tongue-clean his messy skin, as if you aren’t covered in more slime than he is. Once done, you stand up and gather your clothes, placing them in the laundry bin in the bathroom and getting in the shower.

You scrub a little harder than usual, but not hard enough to break skin, not even enough to create micro-abrasions. Once out, you throw on one of Leona’s gaudy yellow tees and take a seat on the bed. He’s already curled up under the covers, but the soft tapping of his tail lets you know that he isn’t sleeping. You slide under the covers yourself and Leona rolls over, pulling your back into his chest.

“Hey.” He mumbles into your hair, “You stink like a fresh kill.”

What’s worse? Smelling like blood in a den of predators or being in the den of predators to begin with?

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bezeniths · 1 year

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cloudy ft. @chaerisoda

the beat up marlboro pack was already out of her pocket before she'd reached the door to the maintenance stairwell for her final smoke break of the day. it was off limits to customers, meaning it would be empty enough to take a few drags off the last cigarette she was trying to stretch until the next payday. the desolate nature of the claustrophobic structure, while necessary for her chosen activity, left zurie feeling inwardly turbulent. when left to her own devices, it was far too easy for invasive thoughts to intrude on her typically positive disposition. the cigarette clenched between her fingers twitched along with her nervous, costume jewelry adorned digits.

her mother's morose face flashed in her mind's eye, more faded than when the wound was fresh, but still clear enough to send chills down her spine. her entire chest cavity ached with tension as her father appeared next, only so well remembered because of the striking features they shared. she flicked her lighter, hoping the image would ignite along with her worries, letting the flame lick her cigarette just enough to light it. she let the smoke cascade into her lungs, feeling the shaking in her hands reduce measurably. fuck making it last, she was lucky if the whole thing would last the next 90 seconds of anxious inhalations.

as if the fates were having some sort of merciful mood swing, zurie heard the door swing open. a familiar gait lay inobtrusive footsteps down the stairs, and she easily knew their identity already. zurie quickly turned her frown upside down to hide any traces of distress, letting chaeri's presence tear through any traumatic thoughts she'd just been having. she and chaeri were quite different from one another, but had still built up a rather pleasant rapport. "hey," zurie greeted her happily, vacantly swatting away the cloud of smoke that had enveloped her. "are you going to the carnival by any chance?" she inquired, knowing she'd be in desperate need of some fun that evening, but not really sure if it was her friend's scene.

#sunsetevent: spring carnival

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 year

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Character Profile Full name: Mitsuri Ashido-Sero

Pronunciation: Mit-zuri ASH-i-do se.ro

Meaning of Name: Mitsuri means "honey"

Hero/Villain Name: Bubble Gum

Nicknames: Honey-Bun, Suri, Mitsi

History of Nicknames: All gifted by her parents since birth so it kind of stuck

Nationality: Japanese-Hispanic

Quirk: Super-Glue: In which she can produce a large or small mass of a super sticky substance at will. When consuming it or letting it in your body system one way or another you will get negative effects such as headaches and stomach problems like when you eat real glue

Birthday and Astrology Sign: June 10th 21XX, Gemini

Age: 14

How old do they look: 14-16 Gender: Femimine Enby (she/they)

Orientation/Sexuality Preference: Pansexual

Birth date: June 10th

Birth place: Tokyo, Japan

Appearance: Eye color: Dark golden yellow with the right eye having a blackness instead of a normal eye

Eye shape: Round and wide

Do they wear contacts or glasses?: None Hair: Short curly dark pink hair

Height: 5'2

Weight: 90 lbs

Body build: Slightly chubby yet fit

Body shape: pear

Complexion: A ashy light pink

Cup size: D

Blood Type: AB

Handedness: Right handed

Hand type: Gentle hands

Nails: Short and clean with paint

Movement: Very flowy and bubbly

How do they walk: Very bubbly with a hop on her steps with her arms swinging

Posture: Straight and respectful

Flexibility: Decent

Speech Mannerisms: Tends to say "uh" a lot when she talks fast

Scars: None

Birthmarks: None

Piercings: Three on each ear

Tattoos: None

General face structure: Very cute with steady bone stricter like her mother but slightly sharper

Defining physical traits: Her horns and eye

Clothing: Uniform: She wears the UA girl uniform with pink or orange leg warmers over her socks and any bright jewelry

Casual outfit: A bright pink sweater dress with pastel blue leggings and white high heeled boots that reach her knees

Preferred outfit: NA

Hero/Villain costume: A semi tight sleeveless black dress that short in shorts that reach her mid thigh instead, neon pink leggings and skin tight deep scoop cut orange finger-less glove top underneath, a pair of black giggles over her eyes with a white razor tipped mouth mask under covering the rest of her face,

Equipment / Support Items: None

Characteristics:

Personality: VERY much her parents, bubbly and bright and full of energy and love

Big Five personality traits: Sweet, loyal, adorkable, bubbly, friendly

Most prominent personality trait: Bubbly

Best traits: Sweet, bubbly, kind, the life of the social butterfly party

Worst traits: Giddy, "naive", annoying

Likes: Dancing, singing, amusement parks, pools, gel pens, glitter, watching her parents work, painting, strawberry cake, Hachi Kaminari Dislikes: When she gets her glue in her hair (which is why it's usually cut now), being called "slim girl", being called fat

Quirks: (not the superpower but little silly things they do) She randomly starts singing to brighten to mood of others, drums her pens and pencils where ever, if she runs out of room to doodle in her notebooks she will steal someone elses to draw, she bounces around when she's real happy Fear: Not having friends

Hobbies: Painting, dancing, singing

Skills/Talents: Brightening someone's mood, good at painting

Strengths: Fast runner Weaknesses: Too much use of her Quirk could result in her being in a cocoon for a while depends how much she used and how thick the cocoon's walls were

Reason to keep on living: Her family and friends

What is their self-image like: She's very proud of her looks

Coping mechanisms: She will take her mom's old hero costume and her dad's shirt and curl up on the bed or couch listening to

Any life motto or quote they live by: "Life is gonna suck, that much we can all agree on, but why do we have to turn off the music or take away colors over one sad thing?"

Favorite things: All colors, puppies, kittens, bunnies, daisies, strawberry cake, the sound of music, love

Health:

Physical: Though chubby healthy as can be

Mental: Though has slight anxiety it's good

Emotional Stability: Pretty highly emotional and has slight anxiety but besides that good

If faced with crisis, what is their go-to: Screams and flights but goes to get help if that doesn't help

Nutrition: A bit uneven but normal

Habits: She chews her nails

History, Background, and Future:

0-4: Born in Tokyo Japan she lived her life pretty spoiled and loved deeply as a very happy and bubbly baby

5-8: She proved to be much of a social butterfly in her early school years and already came up with the dream to make others happy

9-11: By 10 her parents announced the pregnancy of her little brother Akio and started her life as a happy big sister with her besties beside her Got her Quirk during one Christmas break resulting in a funny mess

12-14: Developed a crush on Hachi Kaminari through their friendship and day dreams about marrying him and becoming a UA student to get her goal in check on becoming someone who makes everyone happy

15-Present: Got accepted to UA and live at home with her now five year old brother

Did they like their upbringing: She loves it

How has their upbringing shape them: Very proud and bubbly

What did they enjoy most about their childhood?: The times with her family having fun at an amusement park

What did they hate most about their childhood?: NA

Current Dream: Study hard and become someone who can protect and make others smile and be happy

Long-term goals for Future: Get married to someone who she loves and she loves back while becoming a person to make everyone around the world happy

Home: She lives in a apartment near campus right in the same building as Rose's family

Home Life as a Kid: Full of love and fun

Home Life Now: Supportive and loving

Quick Family background: Any Friends: Kohaku Usagiyama, Rose Takami, Zora Midoriya, Yuzuriha Midyoria, Tsuki Bakugo, Hoshiko Bakugo, Arashi Jiro-Yaoyorozu, Chiharu Jiro-Yaoyorozu, Hachi Kaminari, Gou Iida, Sakura Todoroki, Hiiragi Monoma Any Family: Mina Ashido (mom), Hanta Sero (dad), Akio (little brother)

#my hero academia #mha oc #mha next gen #my art

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 1 year

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Nadia Kemonohito

"Underestimate me? This is be fun~"

Name: Nadia Hanami Kemonohito

Nicknames: Nads, Sister, The flirty one, The hot one (by herself).

Age: 19

Birthday: April 28

Height: 175 cm

Appearance: Nadia has waist length black hair with red highlights in a high ponytail, chocolate brown eyes and tan skin.

Clothes; She's in in many out fits but mostly seen in a red halter top underneath a black bomber jacket, black short-shorts and black wedge sneakers. She's usually carrying a red hobo bag and wearing a layered choker necklace.

Personality: Nadia is a natural flirt and is said to be quite charming. She is proud of her appearance and considers herself to be "the finest diamond." As a result, she takes special care of her looks and closely adheres to a beauty ritual.

Nadia has a laid-back demeanor and prefers to go at her own pace. She has also been proven not to be embarrassed when wearing revealing clothing to attract both sexes. She loves to party and have fun, known for bar and club hopping, as well as her promiscuous nature with both genders.

Despite her party girl lifestyle, she's quite intelligent due to her striving to be a teacher and her own experience in having awful teachers growing up. Furthermore, despite having her own exams, Nadia is a really compassionate girl who provides her assistance to tutor students.

It takes quite a while to make Nadia angry, but when she is. Not only she'll beat them, she'll also viciously destroy the person's social life.

College course: Primary level education

Likes: Family and friends, dancing, yoga, Stay Alive, J&V, spending time with family, shopping, fashion, make-up, partying, alcohol, kids, babysitting, tutoring, k-dramas, isekaid villainess stories, hotel buffets, billiards.

Assholes getting karma, war games, teasing her siblings, stealing her brothers’ clothes, movie nights, adult cartoons, dirty jokes, Grim, chocolate, making mochi, Neffex, spa days, sex.

Raspberry parfaits, milk tea, chicken and fish curry, listening to music, her guitar, lingerie, selfies, jewelry, Zuri's flowers, darts, knife throwing, true and sincere love.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, toxic people, misogynists, racists, disrespect or harm to her family, people lusting after her mom, her mother insulted, being unsatisfied in bed, being mistaken for a prostitute, too weird kinks and fetishes.

Stereotypes, abuse of any kind, abusive and neglectful parents, people with no common sense, Cece's concoctions, being called a stripper, being seen only as lustful, tiny holes, obsessive stalkers, sexism.

Brussels sprouts, clicky keyboards, Grim shedding on her clothes and bed, being use as toy, her shows butchered.

Abilities: Cooking, enhanced athleticism, melee combatant, krav maga, sewing, knife proficiency, singing, guitar, dancing, pole dancing

Meaning:

Nadia: Hope, delicate

Hanami: “flower view”, “flower viewing” or “blossom view”

Kemohito: means beast in Japanese.

#villain recruiters #disney villain recruiters #nadia kemonohito

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oorevitcejda · 2 years

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some headcanons under the cut

Sunny (Ey/Em/Eir(s)/Eirself): A plant expert, Ey love the sniffer and helps cultivate the ancient plants into seedlings. Ey love to garden and is the Gregor Mendel of eir time and of minecraft. Eir favorite color is seafoam green, and eir favorite block is coarse dirt.

Kai (Cy/Cyb(s)/Cyber) Cy is a surfer who goes out in the early morning, developing a fondness for Phantoms. Cy dedicated cyber's life to studying phantoms when cyb's not surfing. Cyb's favorite color is bright purple and favorite block is dark prismarine.

MaKenna (She/Fae/Vey): An herbal and spice expert, fae creates food adhering to religious exemptions. Along with being a textile creator with Efe, vey created yarn and string, creating beautiful masterpieces of rugs and blankets. Her favorite color is pinkish orange and faer favorite block is moss block.

Zuri (Any/All/Neos): A redstone engineer, he loves creating elaborate mineshafts in the endless search for enough redstone. They make games and tricks of redstone for fun, often going to the Deep Dark for days. Ze loves creating and hates the ocean. Xir favorite color is redstone red and eir favorite block is the redstone lamp

Efe (Xe/Xey/Xem): Xe's a playwright, loving to create elaborate plays and shows for the public, performing one-man (player) shows and collecting exotic mobs outside of creating textiles and fashion with MaKenna Xey're favorite color is light purple and Xey're favorite block is emerald block.

Ari (Gem/Gems/Gemself, Fae/Faer/Faers, She/They/It): Once strong farmhand, Gem found beauty in the stones and became a miner. using heat frlm lava, along with amethyst, emerald, diamonds; gold and iron, gem made elaborate pieces of jewelry, displaying faer talent and eye for precision. Gems favorite color is yellow and gems favorite block is amethyst block.

Noor (Noor/Noors/Noorself, Ne/Nex/Neirs): Noor is an experienced cartographer, both of the land and deep mineshafts. Noor maps and outlines mineshafts, dungeons, strongholds, and the insides of ancient structures. Always on the move, Noor has a tendency to leave beds in Noors wake. Noor's favorite color is red and Noor's favorite block is coal block.

#ti talks #ti draws #traditional art #minecraft #minecraft default skins #mc #some faves and a short description #and their pronouns

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litlunacy · 1 year

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Sending #7, #24, and #36 for Ximena :D but feel free to answer for your other apprentices instead or as well if you prefer! 💖

I'll answer for Ximena, Lilith and Zuri. Also under a cut, because boy this got long.

7. What's their design? Do they have a reference sheet? What made you choose that specific color scheme/fashion style/etc.?

Everyone has a collection of notes on my phone, as well as a few picrews and such. I'll probably post those at some point.

Ximena - Height: 5'6" / Hair: Black, long, just wavy enough to be unruly / Eyes: She has heterochromia. The left is pale green, the right pale blue. / Her fashion sense is lots of silver jewelry and mostly very loose, flowy fabrics in bright colors. Her main color scheme is blue and white, because I like opposites and Julian's is red and black.

Lilith - Height: 5'10" / Hair: Pale silver-purple, blunt bangs, very long and straight / Eyes: Gold / Her fashion sense is lots of tight, revealing dresses in black and shades of red and her super expensive heeled boots. She also likes gold and jewels. Most of Lilith's design was, again, based on opposites. Lucio is pale as hell, so her skin is dark. His hair is gold, hers silver. He has silver eyes, she has gold. He likes white and she likes black. And then I wanted her to share his expensive taste, just less gaudy.

24. What's their relationship to the main 6?

Zuri - Height: 5'1" / Hair: Dark blue, short and shaggy in the back, two longer braids in front, messy bangs / Eyes: Black / She likes baggy, dark clothes that basically swamp her tiny frame. She also always wears a dark purple cloak that Asra gave her. Her design was mostly influenced by how she wants to hide herself and be as small as possible.

I talked about Ximena's relationship with the M6 here. But she is absolutely head over heels for Julian, even if she has to knock some sense into him every now and then, and basically gets along with everyone but Lucio. Goat boy can suck it.

Lilith loves Lucio, but boy does he try her patience. Which oddly enough makes her seek out Nadia for drinks and friendly whining about him with someone who very much understands. She gave Asra the shop when she and Lucio decided to travel and do the merc thing, and they talk sometimes, but what little friendship they had sort of fizzled. She met Julian like, once, and her impression was mostly 'wtf dude'. She likes Portia, is always polite when they stay at the palace, and appreciates how much she speaks her mind. Lilith doesn't know Muriel at all, and he'd like to keep it that way.

Zuri is almost attached to Asra at the hip. He hung the moon as far as she's concerned. Julian scared the absolute fuck out her that night he broke in, poor girl was in tears, and it takes a lot of apologies and him very carefully avoiding her personal space before she feels comfortable with him. They do become friends, but he still does 99% of the talking and makes her jump if he gets too loud. Nadia intimidates her, but she also really looks up to her and wishes she could be more like her. She thinks Portia is a lot of fun, and she really enjoys the sweets she makes and playing with Pepi. She actually gets along very well with Muriel, if only because neither of them really like people and they can both sit in total silence together for hours and not feel awkward. And Lucio is the only person she can say that she has ever really, truly hated. She hopes he suffers like he caused the people she loves to suffer.

36. What was their relationship with their aunt like? With the rest of their family?

Ximena had a fantastic relationship with her aunt Angelina. She and her parents made the trip from Zadith every summer to stay in Vesuvia at the shop, and it was her dad and Aunt Angie who taught her magic. (Angelina was all about green magic, Nazir was more into the abstract.) It was her mom who taught her how to paint, and she picked up quite a bit of her mom's...unique fashion sense. She does remember and reconnect with her family post-main story.

Lilith does not remember her family, and does not care to. Whoever she was before is dead, and she wants nothing to do with the ghosts.

Zuri was raised by her aunt after the rest of her family died in a fire when she was four. She loved her aunt very much, and she was a very gentle and patient person. She was also one of the first people to die of the red plague, and her death was the thing that made Zuri determined to stay and help find a cure. She doesn't ever remember this herself, but Asra does eventually tell her when she asks. It doesn't give her a terrible headache, and he shows her where their graves are. She starts leaving flowers every month.

#the arcana #asks #fan apprentice #apprentice ximena #apprentice lilith #apprentice zuri

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raydan05 · 1 year

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jnicolewrites · 2 years

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wip intros

(long post whoops) here's a guide to some of the things I have up on wattpad atm and probably the stories i'll talk about the most on this blog. most of them are finished first drafts i will maybe actually edit in like, five years or so. enjoy!

Eighth Moon (IN PROGRESS in progress)

Genre: fantasy? steampunk? steampunk fantasy? steampunk fantasy ft. paranormal? I have no idea

Blurb: In the hopes of fanning the flames of rebellion against the colonizing nation, a freedom fighter tracks down the last heir to her nation’s throne, who was thought to be assassinated. Just one eensy problem. He’s a werewolf, and thanks to an age-old legend, they’d all be doomed if the public ever found out.

Quote: The wolf was nowhere to be seen. In its place knelt a man, the naked curve of his back facing her, his head hung so that she only see the barest tuft of his black hair.

Elaine covered her mouth. “Well, shit.”

The House Above the Sea

Genre: paranormal/romance (slash between paranormal and romance bc no one falls in love with the paranormal entity. we do not like the paranormal entity)

Blurb: A New York City teenager spending the summer in Hawaii meets a boy trapped in an old house, cursed to never speak again. Why is he so set on breaking the boy’s curse? cuz they’re friends ofc no other reason

Quote: Kit opens his arms, and like a tired soldier finally returning home, Neo slumps into them. Kit smells like acrylic paint and ink, like an artist, like art. Neo breathes him in, and in the way only art can do to a person, is transformed.

The Search for Juno (series)

Genre: fantasy/adventure/humor

Blurb: A young woman accidentally kills a man in self-defense one night, but said man was actually the god Poseidon, and now he’s placed a bounty on her head. Her solution: trick the pantheon, frame someone else for the crime, and take the money for herself.

Quote: In the parking lot below, Hermes waved at her from the driver’s side of an atrociously purple Jaguar. It was one of those sports cars that looked like someone had crushed it beneath their foot: low and slim, the Victoria’s Secret models of automobiles. Angie absolutely hated it.

“What is that disgusting, grape-looking thing?” Angie called, squinting in the early morning sun. Despite the hour, the heat was a tangible pressure on Angie’s skin, not a lick of moisture in the dusty air. “And why are you driving it?”

Folding the Sky

Genre: fantasy

Blurb: A meteor strikes the earth, and its magical rock dust gives a certain segment of the population unusual abilities, dubbed the Celestials. With the help of four others with powers like hers, one Celestial who can see others’ memories must find a missing man in possession of a clairvoyant tapestry before war breaks out.

Quote: If ever something was lost, from a piece of jewelry to a favorite corset to an old smoking pipe, Zuri Ayim was the one who could recover it.

People praised Zuri for her skill, but it wasn’t that, exactly. It wasn’t that she had a knack for finding lost things, it was that the human mind often knew where they were. All it took was adequate digging.

That’s a Good Question (series)

Genre: urban fantasy/humor

Blurb: According to the prophecy of a young witch, a very tired demon hybrid with mommy issues has to save the city from an unknown evil.

Quote: “With the help of a demon.”

I sputter, “Half-demon.”

Midge’s mom waves me off. She just gives her daughter this weird look that’s caught between admiration and concern and then tells her, “Just be careful, alright? I can’t have you getting hurt.”

“He promised,” Midge reminds her. “He promised not to steal my soul.”

Within/Without

Genre: romance

Blurb: A shapeshifter has fallen in love with the same girl again and again as they grew up together, but this is the first time she’s met his original face. Plentiful chaos (and some romance i guess) ensues.

Quote: With my other hand, I comb a hand through his hair. To my surprise, it straightens and lengthens underneath my fingertips, shimmering once again with Simon’s natural ginger hue. Simon—the real Simon, the one body that is his and his only—blinks at me, red-faced. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, I kiss him, slowly, passionately, so that he feels the heat pouring off of me and I off of him. He says my name, softly. “Live,” I tell him. “I am telling you to live.”

100 Yellow Doors

Genre: paranormal

Blurb: An amnesiac vampire and a woman who time travels against her will form an unorthodox and sometimes awkward friendship that spans the lengths of time.

Quote: He remembered a night he found Iman on his doorstep, only for such a violent wave of relief to pass over him that he nearly staggered—and he remembered the cold emptiness in his chest twenty-three minutes later when she vanished again. He had missed people before, he thought, but never in the savage, unpredictable way he missed Iman.

I’m planning to make actual wip pages for these sometime in the near future, so stay tuned, and thanks if u read this far!

#wip #wip wednesday #creative writing #writing wip #writing #story writing #wip intro #tumblr writers #writeblr #writers #new writers on tumblr #new writeblr #books #wattpad #writers of wattpad #writers of tumblr #black writers #women writers

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