#and together they were a MENACE TO SOCIETY lol

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

my crackpot theory about why ye baiyi let wenzhou go after The Reveal:

he did it bc it's what rong changqing would have done

#sometimes when ur soulmate leaves the world first u have to be urself and THEM too ._. #headcanon: yby wouldn't have done the prank where he pretended to fall on the bridge if rcq were alive #his mischief rating sharply increased after rcq died #i think they were both eccentric but in different ways #and together they were a MENACE TO SOCIETY lol #woh meta #birb still says #rongye

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! ALPHA x DEMON! READER ( PART ONE )

inspired by those ABO BLs where the MC avoids the ML lol.

tw/cw : ABO Dynamics, Fantasy-Modern Setting. Angst. Dom! Reader. GN! Reader

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You were a Dominant Alpha. The same as Kasumi, or so he thought. For some reason unlike the usual, your smell attracted him. Kasumi hated the pheromones of others ever since he first presented, but the way you smelled always made his knees weak and his body heat up uncontrollably.

He loved you, he knew that a long time ago. He also knew that whatever you became he’d still love you.

He just didn’t expect the two of you to be so incompatible.

“Did it feel that way? I’m sorry.” Despite your words your eyes failed to meet his. “I’ve been seeing this omega lately. Perhaps I was just too distracted by them.”

You always loved rubbing salt into the wound. As if the rumors between you two weren’t enough, you constantly reminded him that you two are and will never be together as long as one of you continued to be an alpha.

What hurt the most was the fact that you knew of his feelings and still acted this way.

He didn’t mind it if society- hell even the world - didn’t want you two together. But when you so blatantly rejected him it never failed to bring him to tears.

Most already laughed at his lack of experience and knowledge in comparison to other macho alphas, if they knew he always cried just because of one person. . .

“My partners have always been beta you know. Sex with them was alright, nothing too mind-blowing. But with an omega,” Your face was covered in pink, ecstasy written all over it.

And then you leaned forward to whisper into his ears, “I can fuck them all day.”

Kasumi couldn’t help it. His blood vessels expand as a rapid torrent of hormones entered his body. Anger, lust, sadness. You toyed with him for far too long.

Before he could even think his hands were already on your throat, squeezing down on it with an intent to kill.

“Why . . . why do you keep doing this to me?”

Despite the lack of air entering your lungs and your ensnared state, the smirk on your face does not falter, “Kasumi, don’t you know?” Your eyes glowed a menacing scarlet as you started cackling. Blood spurts from your mouth from the force of both yours and his actions.

“Pleasure is sweetest when it’s paid for in other’s pain.”

#and then they fuck. the end. #the hate seggs will probably be posted on my new account #but yes have my brainrot wordvomit of the day #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #abo #alpha reader #dom reader

[selineram3421]

*hides away* I shall not explain.

Making A Baby

Oneshot

Alastor X Vampire-like Demon Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ a baby(lol), both of y'all ace, blood and gore, kinda gross tbh, Alastor tolerates children ⚠

You and your husband were sitting at the small kitchen table, enjoying the peaceful rainy morning with a cup of coffee.

"Alastor.", you called out to him.

"Hm?", he hummed, not looking up from the book he was reading and taking a sip from his mug.

"I want a baby."

You looked over at him just in time to see him have a spit take, his book now soaked in coffee. The man in red put both items down on the table and began to laugh, grabing his handkerchief to clean himself.

"Excuse me.", he chuckled, wiping around his mouth and then patting down the cuffs on his suit. "I thought I heard you say you wanted an infant."

"I did.", you respond, taking a sip from your cup.

Then he looks at you a bit worried. "You know sinners can't have children, correct? And I wouldn't be comfortable doing-", he says and you stop him.

"I wouldn't force you to do that."

Both of you cringe at the thought of it.

"And I know we can't have an actual child but..", you sigh, a small frown appearing on your face. "I just want someone to take care of."

Getting up from his seat, Alastor makes his way in front of you before kneeling down and taking hold of the hand on your lap in both of his.

"Children are messy.", he says.

"Nothing like you I hope.", you smile and roll your eyes when remembering him coming home covered in blood.

"They can be loud.", he says.

"Your radio static can be loud love.", you counter and put your mug on the table before booping him on the nose.

"And they are menaces to society.", he gets your other hand and places kisses on your knuckles.

"So are we.", you say.

Both of you are quiet for a moment, and you feel a bit anxious to hear what his answer will be.

"What did you have in mind darling?", he asks.

"Really?", you say excited.

Your man in red nods and you pull him up into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-!", you repeat, then pull back from the hug a bit to cup his cheeks with your hands and pepper his face with kisses.

Alastor lets out a laugh and pulls you into a proper kiss, which helps you calm down from your excitement.

Both of you pull back and take a breath.

"Now will you tell me what you had planned?", he asks with a soft smile.

"I was going to ask if you have any spells that could help us actually make a baby.", you say and nudge him back softly to signify that you wanted to get up.

The Radio Demon steps back and helps you off of your seat, lifting you up by your hand.

"It might be possible.", he says with a hum as he thinks. "We can make a spell if there isn't one to be found."

"I'll help to find spells if there isn't one in your books and we can get the ingredients together!", you say and then gasp. "We need to make them clothes! And a crib, toys, bibs, little caps to keep their head warm!", you ramble.

"We'll get to that, but first let's look for a spell.", Alastor pecks you on your forehead.

Both of you went to look for a spell in Alastor's little reading corner, the shelf lined with multiple books on voodoo and other types of witchcraft, picking out a few to start searching through. Spending a few days and nights trying to find something.

After searching for a while, you only found a small spell that was similar to what you were looking for.

"We can build onto this one, it that fine?", he asked, looking up at your standing form behind his chair.

"Yes, its perfectly fine.", you nod and smile down at the book in his hands.

It made it a little easier building on a spell that was already made, and there was only a few things that you needed to get but...its going to be a little messy.

Your smile grew wider.

We're going to have a baby.

.

A heart, eyeballs, little teeth, small finger and toe nails, flesh, a large bowl of blood, fresh flowers of baby's-breath, and a piece of the parents.

You handled the flowers since Alastor wouldn't be able to hold them.

Both of you got everything set up, the large bowl filled with blood on top of the drawn circle on the floor with the four elements around it, jars to the side ready to grab when needed, flowers in your hand, and the paper that held the spell.

There was warm water in a small bath tub to clean the baby after on the low table nearby. Along with clothes and a small baby blanket.

"Ready?", you ask, looking over to your husband who is kneeling down with you.

It seems like he's taking a moment, so you wait for him and place a hand on his.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.", you tell him softly. "I'll still be happy if its just us."

The deer demon shakes his head and looks at you with a gentle smile. "I was just wondering if the baby would look more like you or me.", he holds the paper up and reads off the first thing to put in.

One by one, you put in the ingredients and it comes to the point where both of you have to put in a piece of yourselves.

"I want them to have your hair.", you speak up. "It'd be nice."

"What will you give then?", he asks, plucking a whole strand of hair, putting it in the mixture.

"Hmm..", you hum, holding up the flowers still in your hand. "Some blood and..", you say, biting the tip of your finger and letting a drop fall into the bowl, then put the flowers in. "..everlasting love."

Both of you watch as everything sinks down at the bottom till its out of sight and wait. Then it starts bubbling up until it suddenly stops. A little nose shows up first and then the rest of the body, the blood helping the baby float.

You both stare in awe.

And then the little one starts crying.

"Sh shh-shhh.", you take them out and hold them close, not caring that your clothes were getting covered in blood.

Alastor helps you up and both of you walk over to the small tub and wash the blood off of the baby. They wail and wriggle but both of you manage to get them cleaned and clothed.

Then you set the baby down on the soft black blanket that's on top of a cushion and start to swaddle them.

"Where's the bottle?", you ask.

He goes to get it and the little one is still making noises as you try to sooth them, so you pick them up and start to rock them.

Your husband returns with the bottle and gives it to you.

Taking the bottle, you bring it towards the baby and tap the nipple on their lips. It doesn't take long for them to start feeding.

"What's in the bottle?", you ask, going to looking over your shoulder but find him next to you.

"Blood.", is all he says.

All you do is sigh. "At least I can get that whenever I get mine.", you say.

Looking back to the baby, you smile and give your husband a peck on the cheek. "Thank you love."

Alastor holds you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at the little one. They have his hair, red at the top before going into black at the bottom.

"I wonder if they'll have your eyes.", he says.

You hum, pulling the bottle back when realizing the baby started to turn away from it. Getting a rag, you put it over your unoccupied shoulder, putting the baby to a burping position.

"Have you taken care of children before?", your husband asks.

"Once, a long time ago.", you say while patting the baby's back. "My mother loved children and I had to help take care of my younger siblings."

The baby burps up some of their food and you use the rag to wipe their mouth clean.

"No wonder, you're quite a natural at it.", the Radio Demon mumbles.

"Want to hold them?", you ask and hold the baby properly again.

"I-I can hold them?", he asks.

As you turn to face him, the man in red lets you go and takes a small step back, looking between you and the small child.

"I'll teach you.", you smile. "Hold out your arms."

Slowly putting the baby in his arms, you adjust him a bit so the baby and him are comfortable. Smiling when you notice that he's looking at the little demon in awe.

"They are so tiny.", he whispers.

The baby yawns and both of you coo at them.

"Let's get them to their bed.", you say and both of you walk over to the bedroom.

Alastor had snapped some furniture into existence and it was in your shared bedroom, the crib being next to the bed just in case.

The Radio Demon carefully puts the baby down into the crib and both of you look at them for a bit. Taking in that you now have a baby together, and done in your own way.

"Must we be quiet so they don't wake up?", he asks in a whisper.

"Only a little.", you say and go over to the radio, putting the volume up just a bit and changing the station to soft jazz. "We can leave music on for them."

He hums and goes over to you, pulling you into a slow dance.

"Love, I'm covered in blood.", you say.

"That's never stopped me before.", he gives you a knowing smile. "We'll clean up in a bit but first I want to enjoy this."

Both of you continue to dance until the house started to smell a little too much like blood.

*is in hiding*

~Seline, the person.

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[circledotdestroy]

Retrospective - Chapter 2: The Insult of Injury

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader (slow burn)

Main Summary: After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again. Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now? Masterlist First chapter Next Chapter Word Count: 5585

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post. While I was gone I got my first big girl job and my beta reader has been having trouble with her computer, so I had to obsess over the prose by myself. In the end, i had to split my planned second chapter in two because it was almost 10k, so that's fun. Also, I uploaded this fic to Ao3 and I added the tag "Autistic Shouta Aizawa" and I'm the first one to tag that in an X Reader Fic??? I thought it was a popular headcanon lol Anyway, you've waited long enough. I hope you enjoy!

Head hung over porcelain, gloved hands gripped onto the sink. A giant hammer banged against your skull from the inside leaving sparks in its wake. Neurons like shooting stars lived behind your eyes. “Sparks…” You gulped back nausea. 

Murky puddles of colors blurred together. Light blue stalls behind you, slightly opened, but empty. A massive void leered through the mirror with slivers of red. Hunched, panting over the counter. Burning wounds spreading out, conquering the rest of your cold skin. Not so different from the last time you needed a healing quirk. Cold, clammy, and disgustingly pitiful in one of the dark backrooms of your agency–because doing paperwork was better than being by your lonesome with nothing. The main difference this time around was the mortification that came with breaking down in a high school bathroom.  

You were going to smack Akari for what she put you through.

The thought stabilized your shaky breath. You straightened your body, your hands still grasping the counter. The pressure released from the stab wound. It steadied you and you were grateful.

The last thing you needed to add on this little business trip was a reunion with Recovery Girl. She had first-hand encounters of your nonsense. Dealing with the aftermath of you being a menace to society— or “younger” if someone wanted to be polite—more times then you can count. You went to her office a lot–sometimes for yourself. Sometimes. It didn’t matter if you started more “advanced” in your class, you weren’t immune to scraps, bruises, or the occasional slip up during training. Other times, it was for other classmates. Some you sent her way after battle trials, but other times you popped in to take supplies then ran out.

One time you asked when she was going to retire, she said whatever the Japanese equivalent was for “until I croak”. That was after she threatened you with her cane, but you laughed it off like the cocky child you were. You thought even if she could land a hit, it wouldn’t hurt that bad. After all this time, it’d be disappointing to tell her you got in a fight and lost at your big age. Maybe she’ll try hitting you with her cane again, you thought. She’d have an easier time now.

But no. Dealing with the effects of one healing quirk was enough. The risks of getting her involved drowsiness at best, or possible death before the investigation gets shot down at worst. Investigation aside, it’s becoming apparent your healing process isn’t where it’s supposed to be. The itches, the burning… no one is in this bathroom with you, but you’re burning beneath cold skin. Someone who sees you on the street can say: “It’s only been two days! Walking around, catching a flight, that’s a MIRACLE for only two days!” 

However, that’s the problem. It’s already been two days. With the healing quirk, you’re supposed to be at least 75%, but you’re not pushing fifty. 

Removing your hands from the sink, you brought them to your sides. It was hard to know where one pain starts and where the other ends. Everything burns and your body is compelling you to turn around and throw up nothing.  You flexed shaking fingers into fists. Your stomach was turning inward. It’s been a while since you ate. Perhaps you should’ve brought something on your way here. Even if it was stopping at a konbini and picking up one of those stupid-ass nutrition cookies Aizawa used to eat for lunch every day of the week. You swallowed, shaking your head. Food can wait. You can wait three hours. If you eat, you’re going to stay nauseous and dizzy anyway… unless you do something about it.

With a shaking breath, you glanced over your shoulder then at the door. There was no charge down your spine, so no people were close by either. You flexed your hands again, eyes closed, counting your fingers rhythmically. The sparks died down. The pain became more discernible. Abdomen still fresh and oven-hot. Knuckles chaffed, raw, and bruised. Your legs: thighs sore from jumping during the mission, your left knee ached, and the top side of your right foot was especially tender. Your shoulders, your back, behind your head. 

You kept the rhythm until your lungs demanded release. When you exhaled, the pain dwindled. Not completely. Warmth still lied below your skin, at a near simmer. When you opened your eyes though, the blacks and reds weren’t blurred together. They were a clear, albeit crooked mess. You fixed the red arm guards first. When that was done, you had enough energy to fix the rest of your uniform. 

Daring to move around, you inspected your fixed outfit further. When it passed inspection, you grabbed your briefcase below the paper towel dispenser to your right. Hitching your breath, you reached for the black handle. Your right leg carried all the weight to avoid setting off a potential mine-field of injury. At first contact, you swung the case on top of the sink then opened it. There were many compartments at the top, one housed a phone the boss gave you, since your old one was collateral damage. There were few numbers inside the cell. Only the ones you thought were most important to include. One of them was for the agency medic, which you cleverly titled as “Medic” to make sure you don’t call more than necessary. 

This development with his quirk, unfortunately, was necessary. Rocks filled your stomach. Your mouth feels like you ate gravel. You can hear his reaction to telling him his ‘all powerful quirk’ wasn’t helping like a future sense. He’d make the concussion he diagnosed you with worse if you called.

Wanting to grip the phone harder, you clenched your teeth. This whole thing was stupid. You could’ve kept your guard up. You could’ve stood up, knife be damned, and run after Akari. Stopped her. Asked her what the hell she was talking about— All these choices you could’ve made–all those years of training, and you still got a concussion. Seven minutes passed when you finished typing your little update. It was better to give him a heads up now. It helps against accusations of Akari annihilating your brain cells at the fight.

The next person you contacted was Athena, your Support Expert. It hasn’t been long, but you needed an update on something. Even if it was just your uniform and equipment. 

The message itself was quick. Though, you couldn’t help following up by asking if she knew anything about one of the crime scenes. You then thanked her, again. Heaven knows you keep her busy when you need new equipment. During the past two years alone, you’ve asked a lot from her. Whether you needed a new arm guard, gauntlet, or a whole new uniform, she came through every time. It’s hard to get an SE who specializes specifically in power-based quirks. From what you’ve experienced, and heard from other heroes, most SEs don’t appreciate their designs getting decimated. Their creations are children in their eyes. Athena’s creations aren’t as precious in her eyes, by comparison. She has a spreadsheet dedicated to how long until the creations get busted. Keeping up with these records is her research. It changed constantly, telling her what works and when she needs to switch things up. 

You should bring her something when all this is over, you thought. She deserved something nice. Something that says “I’m sorry for wrecking all the support items you made me during my missions, you’re the best SE ever!”

The phone went back inside of its compartment, next to the pouch where five hologram disks were held. A surge of panic came through you. Thinking of the horrific scenario of traveling all this way and forgetting essential items for your visit today. You tore open the pouch. Heart in your ears and heat crawling out your back. Two disks were labeled, three were not. “CS1” and “CS2” were in the pouch. Good. You glanced at the other objects in the case, double checking everything was there before you met up with the principal. Folders, notebooks, paperwork, until relief washed over you in a cool wave. Closing the briefcase, running your hand across the leather. Slowing down to trace the broken heart emblem, similar to the one on your breastplate.

Your power won’t get rid of the hammers in your skull, or the itch around stitch wire, but the thick material will prevent you from scratching. Plus, no one else would know about the other bumps and bruises beneath. 

You got this.

Leaving the bathroom, you pulled out Hizashi’s instructions one more time. They were less blurry and a bit easier to understand. You may actually have a chance to get out of the maze disguised as your alma mater. Ironically enough, before you could turn the corner, a white rat-bear-dog shorter than a yard-stick— wearing a black vest, blocky, yellow shoes, and had a gangster scar across his eye—came around. “There you are! It really has been a long time,” he greeted, like you’ve seen him before. He didn’t give you time to respond to him, he just explained how he waited at the meeting spot until it occurred to him how long it’s been since you were a student. The principal also made many changes since the time you graduated, which he insisted on showing you. This welcoming gesture forced you to tail him around the floor, instead of simply going to the meeting spot. You didn’t like the idea of walking around, not with that flare up earlier. You were still abnormally sore. But he can’t know that. You squared your shoulders, nodded your head, and quietly marched on.

There weren’t many rooms to make note of. Most of them were regular classrooms. You already saw where the current classroom for 1-A was before you ran into Aizawa. Apparently your old classroom is being used for one of the first year general education courses. The principal asked if you’d like to look inside. You declined the offer politely. At the end of the day, it was just a room. Another room with desks, windows, and a chalkboard in the front. What more did you need to see? You didn’t explain that last part, obviously, and the principal went on talking about other changes around the school.

At one point, he interrupted himself, stopping in front of one of the other doors. This time he didn’t ask you before opening it. “And here is my office.” The principal revealed a room with a giant window behind a desk. The orange light from the rising sun shone through the window casting deep shadows on the office furniture. If you stepped closer, you’d see everything outside the window. The brightness made you queasy. You opted to focus on the gray couch instead. “It looks a little different compared to the last conversation we had here,” he commented.

‘Last conversation,’ you wondered. Then it hit you.

This principal wasn’t new.

 Your principal never left UA. How you forgot your principal having a gangster-scar, you weren’t sure. There was no one like him. Absolutely no one that you’ve met. 

Muffled words and a shadow in front of a stark blue window came to mind. Paws holding stacks of paper, hitting them against the desk to straighten them out. Were you supposed to add on to what he said? Were you supposed to apologize? He didn’t look unhappy.

But you could be wrong. Would it be a surprise if this was an act? Taking you on this walk so you’d waste your time telling him everything? You looked to the right and left side of the hallway. If the resources weren’t valuable then you’d walk yourself out first. 

The principal didn’t follow up his statement with anything about the past or the future. He closed the door to his voice and rambled his way to nothing. He probably wanted to get a reaction out of you, but you were too confused to give him one. 

After a while, the stitches got tighter. And tighter. And your legs were becoming sore. Of course, you clenched your jaw to keep quiet. If he caught on, he’ll send you to Recovery Girl then bye-bye. She hits you with her cane and Nezu could press a button to eject you from the building.

Honestly, where was Hizashi? You knew he was supposed to be busy with work last night, but he said he’d be here for the meeting. It was supposed to start soon and you don’t want to be in a room alone with a passive-aggressive rat-bear-principal. Maybe he was telling Nemuri you were in town. 

Or maybe he would try to find Shouta and they could all be talking right now! Aizawa would tell him about you leaving him in the hallway, saying you were rude, demanding to know what’s going on. Aizawa was pushy enough. Hizashi would tell him about how you called him, hurt and asking for help. Despite Hizashi’s best intentions, Aizawa could use this information to raise doubt against you in the meeting. Get rid of you before you become a problem, his problem. 

You needed to find Hizashi before that could happen.

As luck would have it, the tour was coming to an end. The last stop led to a blond man leaning against a door down the hall with his arms crossed. A blond man with a punk rock style and a speaker around his neck. A blond that bounced his knee impatiently because he couldn’t bear standing still. 

Hizashi!

His head snapped in your direction. He, like a ray of sunshine, grinned ear to ear. “And look here, folks!” Hizashi rushed toward you, “coming out of the cage, ready for her GRAND COMEBACK–” you gripped your briefcase tighter, your eyes wide and almost bouncing, expecting impact. Hizashi pivoted around you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s the Queen of Terror, Pro-Hero STRIFE!”

It’s been over five years since you’ve seen him in person, longer since he’s called you by your hero name. You beamed, he was here. In the same room, not across the world. You thought of hugging him, but stopped when you remembered your old principal was still here.

Hizashi moved closer, leaning into your face without such reservations. The amber reflection of your uniform was in his sunglasses. His hand dragged across your shoulder where the raised mending peaked. He looked toward the principal with his hand on the side of his mouth, like he was trying to tell you a secret. “I was waiting forever,” he fake-scolded, loud enough for the third party to hear.

Glancing at the principal, you saw he was watching the two of you. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were blank. You stepped out of Hizashi’s grasp, standing properly. “I had trouble with the directions.”

“What? Getting rusty after being away for so long?” Heat rose to your ears. Of course you were going to be rusty. Did he really have to tease you about it now? “She really knows how to keep her fans at the edge of their seat,” he said to the principal casually, like he wasn’t Hizashi’s boss.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the principal responded, making you aware of the side eye you were giving to your old friend. “I was giving Strife a tour of this floor. After all, I’m proud of the changes I made to UA since your graduating class. I couldn’t resist showing off to one of my former students. Strife has certainly grown from that child I remember.”

Hizashi agreed with your old principle with a joke. “I hope that’s a good thing.” But you know there’s no good way to interpret the statement. Not with what he said when he showed you his office. Who brings up a time where they had to talk with you in a GOOD way? It’s like when your parents brought up how one of your dad’s coworkers caught you sneaking a cookie from the agency's break room when you were supposed to stick to a meal plan. Like, “oh, we sure hope you have better impulse control compared to when you were eight, even if you do, we’re going to reference this story over and over again so you never forget your moral failure!” He’s wearing yellow sneakers with formal wear, why is he passive-aggressive!

The conversation didn’t go further, thankfully. “There is time before the meeting, I’m going to set up. Feel free to catch up here in the meantime,” said the principal. You both thanked him as he went into the room. The nausea came back at the sight of the wooden swirls closing, your heart was starting to pound. After all, maybe he was planning to air it out with an audience, you couldn’t know for sure with his emotionless eyes.

“Did you really not have nicer clothes,” Hizashi asked, breaking you out of your trance. He was loud enough for the whole building to hear.

Your nose scrunched. “The damage wasn’t THAT bad…”

Hizashi shook his head. “I’m not talking about the damage. Last time I saw you, there was more…” Hizashi held his hand out, waving it toward your body. He went through a jumble of words before he decided on one. “Color.”

The last time he saw you in person, you were twenty-four and in-between agencies again. He was celebrating the first anniversary of his show being picked up for a radio channel. After celebrating the anniversary, he took a short vacation out of the country. It was the first time he was allowed since his career started. When Hizashi finally arrived in the States, you wore a uniform. It had less hard armor and was more red. Red breast plate with your black broken-heart emblem, which resembled that old Pac-Man arcade game. Gauntlets with red finger and knuckle pieces and armguards to contrast the black base of the gloves. Some other details like the center of your knee and elbow pads, the tips of your boots, your utility belt, and other lines and trims followed,

Vibrant color bounced off the void background. In comparison, your current outfit was– 

“You look like a common mall goth.” You tilt your head at him. Before you can say anything about calling you “common”, he continued. “Actually it’s worse!” Hizashi stepped closer to put his hands on your shoulders, pressing into the raised mark on the left. He leaned closer to your ear–was he always this touchy? He whispered, “you look emo.”

You punished him back, somewhat gently. “Hizashi, what the hell,” you said in English. Why was he making you worried over nothing! And calling you emo…

He laughed, wagging his finger at you like you were some brat. “Nuh uh uh. It’s Mic. We’re professionals and we’re working.”

“What do you mean ‘professionals’? What was professional about that!”

“I’m a radio host too, I have to play it to the crowd!”

You scanned the halls. “Where!” No one was here! A thud echoed across the empty hallway. In your confusion, you accidentally threw your briefcase across the hall. You stupidly remember the rule ‘no yelling in the hall!’ rule as black leather slid across the purple floor. Oops… You sigh as the briefcase spins to a stop.

Mic continued laughing. You grumbled, giving him your back as you approached the briefcase. To think, you considered hugging him earlier. The man walked behind you. “Don’t be so stiff!” You stared at the briefcase, almost rolling your eyes, he had no idea. You pondered how you were going to pick it up. If you did it the same way as you did in the bathroom, it would look suspicious. And dorky. 

His eyes were on you, you could feel it. If you waited too long then Mic would volunteer to get it for you. That would make him ask questions though. “Right,” you broke the silence before he could. You squatted with bated breath to pick up the briefcase. Your knee almost popped and you wanted to tear into the wound, but you weren’t going to tell Mic that. Not now, at least. 

Somewhere more private. AFTER you were sure he wouldn’t talk to Aizawa about anything. But first, you’d need to say you met him earlier and it didn’t go well. You can save Mic the drama, not going into specifics. Other than that, what’s one more thing to the pile? He’s in the dark about Akari, for now. He didn’t need to know Akari was the reason why you called him from your medic’s phone the other day, right this minute. You’ll have to go over everything in the meeting anyway, so why waste time?

“I would’ve gotten that,” said Mic.

“But you didn’t.” You shot back, harsher than you meant to. “It’s fine. I forgive you,” you stated with a pouty lip. You hoped the joke would mitigate the unintended force of your words. Mic probably didn’t notice, or he thought it was simply the set up to the punchline. “What have you been up to?”

Mic gave you an elaborate update on the past few weeks. His summer was busy since the Sports Festival. As usual, he was booked out when it came to the radio host and DJ gigs during the beginning of summer break. He told you all positive things. Dancing around All Might’s retirement as Number 1 Hero. You imagined he’d describe it as a certified downer if you asked. “...and our first years are about to go for their license!” Mic posed his hands in the rock and roll gesture.

“Wow, already? We had to wait until second year.”

“Because of all the villain attacks. It was decided it’d be better for the students to protect themselves without waiting for a hero’s permission.” There were no bells or whistles attached to the explanation. His hand gestures were minimal as well. While the idea of first years becoming skilled enough to get their license at a young age was impressive, there was no argument the circumstances weren’t ideal. First years shouldn’t have to deal with villains yet, but they have multiple times. Even in America, the youngest an applicant had to be was 17 to get their license. One of the perks of going to UA was being able to expedite the process and get your license when you were 16. You couldn’t imagine letting 15 year olds take the test in America. ”If you’ve watched the Sports Festival, then you know they’ll CRUSH it!” He punctuated the statement with his signature “YEAH!”, putting his hands in the air for extra dazzle. 

A beat passed and he broke his pose, asking if you watched the Sports Festival. The question wasn’t as pumped compared to his previous statement. Guilt struck you. Another month’s gone by and you still haven’t watched your friends on International Television. “It’s okay if you didn’t!” He responded, obviously concerned.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I should’ve watched it by now. Work’s been crazy for months. I had to cancel TV because it was wasting money.”

Mic shrugged, with a relaxed expression on his face. “Don’t worry about it! I’m sure I can give you the highlight reel while you're in town. But seriously, you had to cancel TV? You need to give it a rest!” 

“No, you have four jobs. I have no excuse–”

“Details!” Mic brushed off your response with his hand. “Y’know…” Mic’s hand went to his face to rub his chin. “You could help out with the first years with the exam. If you have time for it, it could be another paycheck and you can hang out with me,” he finished like you were a kid motivated by cookies.

You raised your eyebrow and shifted your weight to your back leg. “First you say “give it a rest” and now you want to give me more work?” He posed glamorously then switched to another with that somewhat implied you giving him a high-five, but it didn’t look quite right. “Not everyone can multitask like you, Mic.”

“I’m just saying you have the experience. You judged the licensing exams a crazy amount of times—and you mentored young heroes before.”

 “I didn’t do any judging this year, and there’s a difference between the American licensing exam and the one here. Also, those heroes already graduated from their program, and I only helped them because I had to. I’m not a good mentor, and, from what you said, I’m sure whoever’s teaching the first years are doing fine on their own.”

Mic paused with his mouth slightly open. His teeth clenched. “About that–”

A colorful blur caught the corner of your eye, but it was too late. A massive weight slammed into your body. The briefcase flew from your hand. What the hell! Your throat squeezed, choking down any sound you could’ve made. First there was shock. Then fire. Then pain. Every. Single. Type. 

Everything burned and your bones rattled you from the inside. You had to get this off! You wrapped your arms around, ready to pick up and throw it down the next floor. 

Your shoulder shrieked back at the embrace, your legs weren’t fairing with the shift either. In this split-second processing of your senses, it was apparent the weight was particularly squishy in certain places. It had purple hair as well, and she was absolutely thrilled to see you.

Your eyes widened. You lifted Nemuri, having stopped midway from slamming her to the ground. Her stomach was at your eye-level as she laughed with joy. That was good, you set her down., her heels clicking on the floor. You could’ve really hurt her. “--didn’t tell me you were coming to town–got you at the airport! Look at YOU!” The squishiness against your body left, replaced by an ecstatic Nemuri squeezing your face. Fingers pressed your cheeks enough to make your lips puff out. You tried to respond to Nemuri, but you might as well have your mouth full of cookies. The questions kept coming. After a bunch of non-answers, Nemuri took her hands off. Of course it was sore, but it was nothing like the rest of you. Unlike with Mic, you KNEW Nemuri was this touchy. This happened so many times a single memory became a cluster of events. 

She turned out of your hold, pointing at Mic aggressively. “Did you know our friend was coming here and NOT tell ME!” 

The scene was soon drowned out by your beating heart. Mic’s sunglasses slipped down his nose revealing a panicked expression toward Nemuri. He held out your briefcase to shield himself from the heat of the backlash. He was talking fast, explaining himself. You pressed your lips tightly in contrast. If they weren’t then you’d pant like you did earlier. 

Nausea arrived once again like a recurring nightmare. Placing your hand over the stitches to push through the thick material did nothing. As predicted, the pain couldn’t be snuffed out. Keeping your face neutral was an uphill battle between scalding heat and pure annoyance.

Screeching thoughts scolded you to ‘stop scratching!’

Then the surge came.

Mic and Midnight were focused on each other. One was mad, one was somewhat scared. It gave you something to work with. Your breath deepened as you flexed your palm against your uniform. Once again the pain separated and simmered down. The only agony on the surface was the itchiness of your wound. It wasn’t perfect. You just had to bear with it—the healing process. 

And watch out for any other attacks from your friends.

The hand on your abdomen balled into a fist. An invisible knife stabbed back inside the wound. Hopefully, the pressure could substitute the need to claw at your skin until your insides spilled into a puddle on the floor. 

Before you got comfortable, something to your left burned through you. Not from a wound, or your quirk. Someone watched you down the corridor. Turning your head, you lowered the invisible knife.

“Aizawa,” Mic called out to him, but didn’t get a response. Aizawa’s attention was on you. Did he see what you did? There was no way he saw the whole situation, you thought. Just when you shanked yourself with the imaginary shiv. Even if he brought it up, so what? It was weird, not illegal. “Look who’s here, isn’t this exciting!” Mic continued. The way Aizawa kept staring you down made it clear he was expecting you to flinch. Maybe you weren’t doing something illegal just now, but he can say you stormed off from him. Which is worse in this context. A lot worse. 

Aizawa tucked a blue file folder he was looking over into his arm with the others. “We saw each other earlier,” he responded coldly. He wasn’t excited to see you. Not today. Not ever. You stood your ground, waiting for him to tell them you walked out on him again, but it never came. He moved past, preferring not to be in the same room with you more than he had to.

“That’s it! C’mon don’t be like that! How often do you get to see an old buddy?”

“Just stay for a minute!”

He continued on his path, not responding to any of their pleas until he reached the door handle. “The meeting is starting soon. Don’t block the door.” He went inside, the door clicking shut behind him with an echo.

“Harsh…” Mic said.

Midnight turned to you. “I thought he’d be happier,” she said wistfully. You don’t blame her for hoping.

You shrugged, lifting your hands. ‘It is what it is,’ you thought, not quite remembering a good translation.

Midnight hummed. Mic moved on from the initial shock, opting to check out the detailing on your briefcase. No follow up questions from either of them. Throughout the years, there was never a time either of them mentioned Aizawa being their coworker. Not that you should care. They didn’t have to tell you anything about what he was up to. If he wanted you to know he could’ve told you himself. Whatever he did was none of your business, so why would they tell you?

Maybe they should’ve. It certainly would’ve avoided this mess. Although, the thought didn’t cross Mic’s mind. He probably heard the muffled yells of the medic for you to give his phone back and dived in with no questions. No hesitation. 

Nonetheless, he could’ve warned you about Aizawa in the email he sent you after. Did he think you wouldn't come back if you knew ahead of time—if you knew Aizawa would be here? Probably not, but damn, dude, give a warning.

Midnight broke through your thoughts, asking how long you were planning to stay. She comments on the tension without any out of pocket comparisons to the devil’s tango. You reassured her you should be gone in two weeks. If you were going to do your research here, no doubt it would be uncomfortable for her and Mic if that’s how you’re going to interact with their friend. “I hope we can do something while you’re here. It’ll be fun,” Midnight offered half-heartedly. Even if you sucked at keeping contact for the past year, she was still nice to you. Although, it’s doubtful you two would have time for each other while you were investigating and she does her jobs.

“Count me in!” Mic puts his free arm around your shoulders, he doesn’t add any pressure, but your arms squeezed into your ribs at the unintentional threat. Like one wrong move and your skin would seer through kevlar and leather. “We have to grab a bite!”

Your ears perk up, stomach coming to the forefront of your thoughts. You were drooling at the thought of finally being able to eat some bomb-ass food.

The passage of time went faster with the distracting fantasy. Not long after agreeing to Mic’s invitation of food, and having to hear a long list of places you couldn’t go to this very moment, the meeting was close to a start–made apparent by the next pro hero arriving to the meeting room. Your friends introduced you to another one of their coworkers, Snipe, who was dressed as a cowboy and actually packed heat.

The lovely thoughts and curiosity came to a halt upon entering the room. Aizawa glared at you for disrupting him from reading what he had in those folders. Without breaking eye contact you reached toward Mic so he could give you back your briefcase, so you could put it down somewhere. 

Aizawa went back to his folders, rubbing his temple like your presence alone vexes him. You chose to place it in the corner of the room by a potted plant. You were careful not to grunt as you squatted. Ignoring the pain, you swiped the pattern on the briefcase, for good luck even if you hardly believe in such a thing. 

Call it habit or instinct, but you glanced over your shoulder after. Of course, there was Aizawa. He eyeballed you, waiting for you to make a mistake. You clenched your jaw as you stood up again, adjusting your uniform before walking back toward Mic toward the center of the room. If Aizawa saw an opportunity, an opening to get rid of you, he’d pounce. 

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #mha x female reader #retrospective by dot #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #whump #tw pain #yamada hizashi #nemuri kayama

[banananuttrash]

Hi, I just read your headcanons about sword leaders with an info gf and it was just *chefs kiss*. I loved it, and I was wondering if you were up to making an entp gf version? Cause I feel like entp’s are a bit more different to infp? I’m an entp and I feel like we’re just menaces to society and hard to understand since we argue for fun and are sometimes harsh with words? You don’t have to do it if ur not up to it though. I’ll completely understand. 😊😊😊

SWORD Leaders w/ ENTP Girlfriends

Notes: I'm back!!! Had to do more investigating for MBTI, lol. Really tried my best to understand this personality type and really think how they would be with you. This was hard for me (especially Smoky, I really struggled 😭) I'm not going to lie, but I really tried my best. As always with these, please give me feedback. 🙏🏼😆

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Cobra

I feel like he's just going to go with the flow with you tbh. He won't argue with you but rather have the other members of the squad do it.

You'll ask the most random questions about life and he'll just stare at you because he has no idea what to say.

Whenever you get too hyped up about something, he will calm you down with his touch. He will probably rub circles on your back or on your hand.

Never takes your harshness to heart because he knows that you mean well.

To guess where you want to go to eat he'll probably say, "guess where we're going?" And whatever you answer is where he decides to go.

Rocky

Rocky is used to being around traditional, quiet women, so when he meets you, he's thrown in for a loop.

He finds your personality refreshing and is always surprised by your constant creativity when it comes to new ideas.

You would give Rocky lots of ideas on ways to improve the club, customer wise and as an employer as well.

Your favorite place is probably on his lap and you make sure that other women know it, not that you're intimidated by any of them.

He tries to surprise you on dates, but somehow you always know where you are going, but try your best to make it seem like you're surprised.

Murayama

Because of the way that you two are, I feel like people that see you two for the first time would never think you're dating.

To other people it seems like he gets annoyed with you all the time, but little do they know that you do it on purpose because you like how you get under his skin.

He probably tells you to shut up all the time and you'll respond with make me, then he'll kiss you, which is what you want.

Even though he acts annoyed with you, he's your number 1 supporter, and he wants to accomplish everything you set your mind to.

Whenever you two plan a date he'll let you pick where to go, even if it's something out of his comfort zone. He won't care and just wants to spend time with you.

Smoky

Smoky started to like you when he sees all the ideas that you come up with in terms of helping all of the citizens of Nameless City.

Smoky doesn't typically debate, so whenever you want to, you will probably have to go to someone else from the Rude Boys.

Honestly, due to his shy nature, you more than likely will initiate any kind of romance, whether it be public or private.

He knows that you dream beyond Nameless City, and will support you in whatever journey you decide to take in life.

Even though he is the opposite of you, you find lots of energy in spending quality time with just him, hanging and talking about life together.

Hyuga

Due to the nature of your personalities, I don't think people would believe you guys are dating at first.

Hyuga will spend a lot of time just listening to you talk and reason about anything and everything.

When he does get tired of you talking, he'll probably kiss you to shut you up. Which then will probably lead to some good quality time (wink wink).

You probably work in something creative like in the arts. Maybe performer or designer, or something along those lines.

Hyuga is your number one fan even though he does not physically show it. He will be there at every showcase that you have, front and center.

#high and low #high&low #high & low x reader #high and low fanfiction #high and low x reader #high&low fanfiction #the legend of sword #sword #high & low #cobra #cobra x reader #rocky #rocky x reader #yoshiki murayama #murayama yoshiki x reader #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #murayama #white rascals #sannoh hoodlum squad #oya kou #oya high #hino junpei #smokey #smoky #smoky x reader #rude boys #nameless city #hyuga norihisa #hyuga norihisa x reader

[alister312]

Licking the Damstophe crumbs off the floor, do you happen to have any headcanons? 🥺👉👈

YES I DO..........

i think they met in the brief time that Christophe died bc Damien was left to deal with all the new souls since his dad was getting ready to go up to earth with Saddam

since Damien is always on the move and Christophe is home schooled, they don't really have a lot of people they're close to which forces a bit of a codependency friendship early on

one time Christophe couldn't see or talk to Damien for a day so he tried to tunnel down to hell. he got pretty far, considering it's impossible without demon powers

they get together pretty early on in their lives. like, while i picture gregstophe starting to date in more of a young adult part of their life, i think damstophe would be high school sweethearts? not a very "sweetheart" vibe but... you know

i talked more about it here but they are such menaces to society... there's nothing they love more than a good bar brawl or grand arson 🥰 ideal date night

Damien lighting Christophe's cigarette with a little tiny flame and Christophe letting him have a drag is how they say "I love you"

they do still say "I love you" for real sometimes but they prefer for things between them to go unspoken but still understood (they are kings of misunderstanding and miscommunication)

Damien calls Christophe "DeLorne" even after they get married and Christophe takes Damien's last name. he tries out pet names but none ever really stick and Christophe doesn't really like "Chris" or "Tophe" which are the only nicknames one can get from his name. on VERY rare occasions, he'll call Christophe by his first name but only ever if they're alone

Christophe usually just calls Damien by his first name, but sometimes he calls him "mon amour"

they eventually settle in hell bc Christophe winds up there fairly often anyway due to his line of mercenary work (Damien keeps reviving him and his enemies are scared and confused about how he keeps coming back)

the worst fight they had was from Damien taking Christophe to see the royal hellhounds as a surprise bc he thought it would be funny. Christophe nearly killed him.

and bc i love to be self indulgent, recently my favorite thing to doodle has been fankids, in particular Damien ones bc i love demonic-y designs and I can wave away them meeting w something something demon magic... and anyway, my damstophe kid Bia is absolutely the rudest of her half siblings but i love her very much so she is forgiven <3

of my favorite Damien ships, i just think he and Christophe would both adopt the attitude of "we don't give a shit about what you do" regarding their kid (both growing up hating their single parent but not having anyone else and so. complicated feelings lol). they care about Bia but together they're very bad at parenting 😅 any morals she has were taught to her by a desperate Kenny or Gregory wanting the next ruler of hell to not be a complete brat

#oh lucas my poor boy 😔 im sorry i dont ship damien w anyone else responsible besides pip so ur siblings do not care about Canon™️ #ANYWAY THANKS ANON U CAN TALK TO ME ABOUT DAMSTOPHE ANYTIME 🥰🥰 #south park #sp headcanons #sp damstophe #sp dristophe #damien thorn #christophe delorne

[butterflybuckethat]

Wildflower

Notes: Gregory Bridgerton x Reader - I made a 🌾moodboard🌾 lol

Request: gregory pls

🦋 Masterlist 🦋

You pulled open the mahogany double doors of Gregory Bridgerton’s wardrobe as he argued with his mother downstairs. Violet chastised him for overworking her maids with all the tears and stains he returned home with in his white chemises. She wanted him to look presentable this evening for dinner, we were having guests apparently. It was a simple enough request but Greg always found the need to argue back. You were typically amused by these interactions but, when it came to Violet, you preferred he just do what she asked so you took the initiative upon yourself. You paid careful attention to the hems as that was where they were most often torn. You could still hear them exchanging words when you found the right one and were going to rush it down to them when a number of letters, with your name on them, scattered onto the floor.  

“Gregory,” you spat, desperately holding back tears you would only allow to spill once you were alone, clutching the crumpled stack of letters “how could you?” You and Gregory had always been close, him being the Bridgerton closest to your age. Your families frequently summered together. You both resided in England, of course, but you mother felt as thought you could benefit from the camaraderie siblings afford, even for just the summer, as you were an only child. 

You fit in well, slotting right in as Gregory’s twin menace. You ran amuck, the two of you, arm in arm-picking on the Bridgerton siblings and, if they weren’t available, your parents. Though this was the perfect dynamic for you both, it didn’t always mesh with the larger English society. You were always a little too loud, a little too sun-kissed, with muddy hems and bare feet. Gregory was your best friend, your other half, and you could forgive him anything, except this. This was unforgivable. 

A few months ago, you and Francesca had join a little salon of sorts. The women who comprised it were mostly older, treating the gathering as an escape from their familial responsibilities, and politics were seldom spoken about but it was, nonetheless, incredible. They would exchange baubles and gossip as if it were air, playing cards and complaining about their husbands. Sometimes they would give you and Francesca instruction on how to attract a husband, teaching you how to handle a fan, drop your handkerchief, and take a turn about the room. You took to the advice slower than Francesca. A wicked streak ran deep in you both but she was something you definitely weren’t: malleable. She took to instruction like a fish to water, all while maintaining her wit and precocious air, and you were stuck in the mud. 

Your carriage was late one evening. Francesca had offered to drop you off but you were certain it was just around the corner. The salon was in relatively low attendance so the two of you spent the majority of the evening speaking with that nights host, Lady Francis Eve. She was a rather eccentric woman, well adorned and always the first to know all the secrets of the ton. Lady Francis was widowed early in her life and produced no offspring, though she did have a truly incredible number of nephews. You were standing in her foyer, apologizing every so often for the tardiness of you ride, when she tapped her chin and said, “my nephew Peter would simply adore you.”

Three weeks later you received a letter addressed from Viscount Peter Bough containing only two lines: I sincerely hope you are the Lady Y/FN Y/LN my beloved aunt speaks so fondly of. If not, please disregard. You indulged of course, scribbling a little something in return, and so began a months long correspondence. 

“Gregory,” you said again, weaker this time. It had been over a fortnight since you had last received a letter but you did send three. Your were left in something of a lurch. You had yet to meet Lord Bough in person, and he had hinted at perhaps coming to London, “with a ring” Eloise had joked. You thought that perhaps he had fallen ill, or his home had caught fire, or was killed in the ricochet of a duel. 

“Please,” Gregory whispered, his large eyes wet. You felt a pang in your chest but steeled yourself, snatching the letters out of his hands and storming off into the gardens. 

Though the Bridgertons keep their lawns and gardens well-manicured, but you preferred the tall grasses by the creek. That sliver sat between the Bridgerton property and the next, left completely untouched. You lied down, uncharacteristically uncaring of the wildflowers you crushed beneath you, and hid from the world. You couldn’t open the letters, not yet. You had always shared everything with Gregory and he must have hidden the letters for a reason. You stared at the sun until your eyes hurt and all you could see was purple. 

“Y/N,” Gregory cast a shadow across your face, barefoot and collar untucked. He sat next to you, twiddling blades of grass between his long fingers. “My mother wanted me to tell you to get out of the sun.” You looked up at him, deadpan. “She didn’t, actually,” he coughed. 

“You must be kidding.” 

“You haven’t opened them,” he pointed at the stack of white envelopes scattered beside you. 

“I don’t yet know why you hid them.” You still trusted him. How could you not? He was the one who snuck you sweets from the kitchen when you were kids, stood in front of you when the governess would chastise your muddy smock, kept you from feeling completely alone when you were ignored at luncheons and balls. 

“Do you detest me?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”  You knew why you were upset. It wasn’t so much the violation of your property and privacy, but because you felt as if this were your shot. Never had any man in the ton shown you any genuine affection or interest, at least not one you would ever consider marrying, and you did want to marry. Lord Peter Bough was interested. This was the first time you had hope that you weren’t going to die an old maid. Only Greg knew of your guilty pleasure of trading the most ridiculous novels with the maids. 

You sat in silence as the sun set, letters burning between you both. But you could feel him sticking little purple flowers in your hair, across the crown of your head and tucked into the loosened tresses from that morning. “You should read them,” Gregory said. 

“Why?” you turned to face him, “what do they say?”

“I never read them.” 

“Then why did you take them?” 

“It’s been a month,” he shrugged. You waited for him to continue, building the silence until it forced him to speak, “Eloise...” he cleared his throat, “she made that comment,” he did it again, “about the ring.” 

“Greg-”

“I haven’t seen you-”

“You have.” 

“Not really, not like before.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, “you’re in your room, writing.”

“That’s how Eloise-”

“Found a husband!” he finished for you. You were going to say ‘spent her summers.’ Your cheeks burned red. What you were too embarrassed to admit, even to Gregory, was that you were hoping that you would. Eloise was also wild and outspoken but she, unlike you, had the cushion of good breeding. Not that you weren’t well bred, but not in any way that was comparable to the Bridgerton name. 

“I am a woman, Greg. It is my prerogative to be married.” This might be the closest you would ever get to admitting your desire. It was embarrassing, craving romance to such a degree. 

“Not you.” Your eyes burned and watered as you stood, so quickly you were likely to fall back down again. Gregory grabbed your wrist before you could run off, “wait.” You yanked your arm but he held tight. “I didn’t mean-”

“How-” you choked. It was as if a dam had broken, all the whispers and disapproving glances from the mamas, scoffs from your peers, disappointed looks from your own mother, just confirmed by the one person you trusted most. “How-” you sobbed. He moved to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him back, hard enough that he stumbled. “Why would you say that to me?” All that fear and pain was replaced by rage. Why not you? What made you less worthy of love than anyone else?

“That’s not-”

“I am deserving of love, Gregory.” You dug your finger into his chest, “is that so hard to believe? That a man would be interested in me? I am funny and kind and well-read...for the most part.” You lost steam pretty quickly. It was always like that, large bursts of emotion that fell just as quickly as they came. Gregory’s face broke, as if he were seeing you for the first time in years. He stepped toward you, snaking his arm around your waist and his hand on you cheek. 

“You are deserving of more love than any one man can offer.” He pulled you close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours. “Certainly more than little Petey Bough can offer.” 

It was dark and you could barely see one another but you knew what he looked like. The only lights were the distant one of the house and the yellow and green flickers of the fireflies that surrounded you. Your hear beat so loud you could hear it in your ears as you tentatively placed your hands on his chest. You could feel it steadily rise and fall. 

“There is not a moment I do not think of you,” Gregory pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “I took the letters-” he took a breath. “I took the letters because if Peter had any sense in the world he would ask you to marry him the moment her stepped foot in London,” he paused again, “and I don’t think I would be able to stomach it.”

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him more than you wanted anything in your entire life. But he was all you had and you weren’t sure if you were ready to let go of life as it was. 

“Greg?” Violet shouted from the house. You could make a life with Greg, you knew that, if that’s what he wanted. And you did want love, so so badly, but part of you was terrified, wondering if a future as an unwed maid would really be so bad. 

“Master Gregory,” the deep voice of Smathers the butler startled you both. 

“Smathers!” Gregory had jumped nearly two feet into the air, “make some noise next time, I beg of you.”

“My apologies, sir. Dinner is awaiting your presence.” You walked ahead, not waiting for the two men to catch up.

#Gregory Bridgerton #gregory bridgerton ff #gregory bridgerton imagine #gregory bridgerton x reader #gregory bridgerton x you #Bridgerton #bridgerton ff #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #Wildflower

[kiwikipedia]

Not me rushing to finish this just before valentines day ends lmao. Also two pieces in one day? Slow tf down you’ll die by the end of the week Kiwi

Ahem. Anyways. It’s been like 6000 years since I’ve drawn either Clay OR Seph. Despite the fact that Seph is literally one of the easier OCs of mine to draw lmao. Nonetheless, happy valentines times day or whatever I guess (lol)— have the Rough and Tumble Cowboy Businessman and his Pastelcore Pastry Chef wife.

(minor notes/lore and also taglist under the cut~)

For anyone who doesn’t know me via Pisscord Discord/hasn’t read my attempt at a PLA AU (Even the Gods Cowered) which is basically Dad Clay and the Nimbasa Trio, Persephone “Seph” Spring is the younger twin sister of Naomi “Nomi” Spring and the two run a teahouse together with one other friend of theirs who is a menace to society— Lila Archibald— on the edges of Driftveil City.

In Even the Gods Cowered, however Seph has since passed away, leaving Clay with a house that’s a bit too big for one man, and a few pokemon who he since inherited from her. Don’t worry, she’s only dead in this AU. That I will finish one day. Maybe. Hopefully. (probably??)

The two sisters hail from Galar originally with one parent being from Galar and the other from Hoenn, having moved across to Unova when they were in their teen years— though Seph’s team is primarily Galarian and Hoenn in nature with her starter and ace being a massive Corviknight she named “Lancelot”. He does show up in Even the Gods Cowered.

Both Spring sisters have shown up briefly in my SW universe as well, where their roles are pretty much the same, save for the minor fact that their tea house doubles as Bounty Hunter Guild informant building and spa.

Clay and Seph’s ship name being “Elysian Shipping” “Elysian Duo” is a bit of a lore joke that stems from Greek and Roman mythos. Clay's moniker is the "Underground Boss" which I linked to Hades' roman counterpart, Pluto— who is also the god of riches found beneath the earth. riches → mining. And Pluto = Hades, and Hades’ wife is the goddess of spring, Persephone. The two rule the Greek underworld and Elysium is one of the realms in the Underworld.

So yeah. There’s that bit.

Ok im done talking for now lfkhdskfhsd

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#god i still dont know how shading works but i am very sleepy tired im done i quit im leaving this dimension #happy violence times days or whatever lol #in honor of not dying in the OC poll /j #Elysian Duo (Ship) #Gym Leader Clay #Pokemon Clay #Persephone Spring (Kiwi OCs) #Penguinkiwi OCs #Penguinkiwi Creates #pokemon oc #oc x canon #ty to biacam on tiktok for the pose ref #Kiwi Creates

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Super late ik but thank you so much for chapter 10! All the research you did really paid off because the childbirth/s? were suitably realistic looking and anxiety inducing lol. I loved how supportive Daemon is the whole time and his protectiveness. No sharp knives are getting near Babey nu-uh. Ulla slayed as usual, Ulla for president tbh. I think her choosing to allow the maester in the room despite not really liking their ways because she knows he can help take care of one kid while she helps Babey out is so true to her character. While she insults him, ultimately she’s wise, good at what she does and always has Babey’s best interest at heart.

Please please tell me that you’ll do a one shot of Aelys being a menace to Daemon and to society in general. I love her already 🥺 I bet she’d be the type of kid who wants to be carried on her dad’s shoulders everywhere, but not cause she likes Daemon but because she likes to yank his hair like he’s a horse 😭 I can’t wait to see Darwin being a big brother to the twins it’s going to be so cutee.

I feel like meat, jam, and cream might actually be forced to work well in a dish? If the jam is really citrusy it can cut through the cream in a nice way

I had like zero time to leave a long comment when the chapter first came out but I did leave a short one on the post itself. And you’ll never know which one 😈 finals season is upon me again but my professors love to assign final work before the actual finals week. I love that 😑

ILY, you’re really one of my fave fanfic authors! 💖💖💖🫶🏻🫶🏻

-💎

Hey, ���! I’m sorry for the late reply to THIS, haha - I hope you don’t mind!

I’m so happy you enjoyed Chapter 10! Writing the birth scene was terrifying but also really rewarding. I think it came together quite well in the end! I had to make sure that there was enough tension to carry it through without needing to put poor Baby through a difficult birth - gotta give her an okay ride for her first BABIESSSS (especially if we wanna keep that breeding kink alive, lol). Daemon is grumpy helicopter Daddy-Dom in this chapter, teehee, and I’m so glad you liked him! Ulla is definitely the bee’s knees, I always love writing her haha! I wanted Gerardys in the room to make those breech birth/c-section parallels re: Aemma, so I figured that Ulla could very well elect for two physicians - I mean, Aemma had a team of maesters and midwives, but she was Queen while Babey is only second-born Princess.

I definitely have some Aelys shenanigans up my sleeve, haha! She’s gonna fuck Daemon right off, lol, though he’s gonna be a proud daddy to his feral chaos baby. I love that descriptor; she’d totally demand shoulder-rides and get her sticky little gross fingers in Daemon’s lovely, lovely hair, lol. It might be possible to make Babey’s cravings appealing, but not plain jam and cream and meat, haha! Super duper gross. I could see there being a recipe incorporating these things, though! Not volunteering to try it haha.

I’m going to wonder which comment might’ve been yours now! I’m rooting for you during your finals! Your professor can get bent, OMG. Why bother assigning work right before your exams? Like, you’re just about to do a shitload anyway. I’m sure you’ll do great, though!

Love you, 💎! I’m so happy you found Chapter 10 worth the read!

#fanfiction comments

[shatterstar]

To piggyback off anon also like. I haven’t gotten to x-force yet but literally every time James has shown up he’s been A) the most likeable hellion (I’m so sorry catseye), clearly demonstrating leadership capabilities, keen tactical sense, all while keeping together and in line a far more volatile team than Sam does (and Sam is only co-captain!!) and B) mirrored with Dani who is (to my mind) the star of New Mutants and, despite Sam’s claims to authority by virtue of age, de facto the only leader of the team. It makes much more sense for James to take over if she’s out of the picture, esp. as the people who remember Sam’s tenure as co-captain become the minority on the team. I love Sam Guthrie, but like. Pls.

the thing is too like I loooooooooove sam I don't think it comes out a lot but I really really do love him so much he's such a fun little guy I love that he's nigh invulnerable while blastin so I don't mind him being the focus..... on a new mutants book. I think one of the major issues of xforce is that it tried to sell itself as all-new new mutants for the new wave of comics fans in the 90s but it couldn't let go of new mutants enough to really be its own thing. and there's nothing wrong with new mutants I fuckin love that book so much. but that's why I think the title "xforce" gets thrown at basically any time marvel wants to do a black ops xmen team, because that first volume of xforce didn't ever fully belong to itself, it was always just grown-up new mutants. I don't wish sam and roberto weren't there in xforce I do wish they hadn't been the narrative focus. I don't mind sam being the leader because he is the oldest (? is he tho cause james was a hellion which means he was of the new mutants same generation. he didn't seem younger than sam back then but I don't know really) and most experienced (except... I feel like discounting james's experience just because it was with the hellions is. cringe). I wanted james's name to be the one to unlock cables ship because I want james to be the one who makes cable believe in the possibility that the future will be good. I wanted james friendship with theresa to be a focus. I wanted five pages of xforce 26 james telling shatterstar he doesn't have anything if he doesn't have humanity & connection. I wanted him to hear "better than wanting more than you have and getting nothing in return" and realize he is speaking from experience and realize he can tell shatterstar about how he feels about terry. the externals thing was fucking dumb as hell but GOD I wish that was about james. I think its really funny they were like we're gonna make sam nigh invulnerable at all times not just when blastin. LOL. but it would have actually kind of slayed so hard for that to have been james. godddd the idea of having an invulnerable indigenous man leading the band of outlaw mutants who are all like wanted bythe government and shit and considered menaces to society . JAMES proudstsr I LOVE you

#I am holding him in my hands.

[jinkicake]

The brainrot has landed on kazuha yet again bc I see airheads having ship wars on Tiktok and me as a multi shipper is like💀💀 like I adore Beidou as kazuha’s mom or older sister but In canon they are like the same age so you can’t get mad if people ship them😂 like personally my ship chart is me w a line drawn to all the characters🥰 Like I hc kazuha as for the STREETS!! Do not ask me what was happening in that little crux clash arc lmao I was NOT paying attention to the plot “Kazuha you know I didn’t bring you here just to listen to your musings”” I’m aware😏” HELLO??? WHY DID THEY SAY IT LIKE THAT YOU CAM HEAR THE SMIRK IN HIS VOICE LIKE AGSHS IT SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE FLIRTING ABOUT THE TRAVELER THE WHOLE TIME TO ME😭 and they had to travel for probably weeks to months to get to Inazuma and through the storm so they all slept on the same boat….. 📝📝📝like ik in my heart kazuha is wild (not only bc it’s canon be is seeming well behaved but he threatens to break a man’s fingers to watch him freakout) but because got that anemo spice no way the traveler ain’t get some while they was stuck in an isolated area w either of them Beidou is very fond of them and touchy AND I didn’t have my teapot set up so they slept on board w them around👀👀 like as far as I’m aware kazuha is the ship slut like any crew-mate that feels pent up will somehow find kazuha at their quarters when it’s lights out looking to help them “relax” and the traveler being a shiny new fresh face that will be traveling with them overseas for an extended period of time? Lol okay sure none of them fucked🙄🙄 like Beidou def smothers you w her tits anime side hug style, while kazuha is sitting next to you smiling and laughing along w his captains antics but you’re hyper aware of the hand that has a firm grip on your thigh that feels like it’s getting higher. To the crew it just looks like they’ve taken a deep liking to you and are glad to have you on board but they will definitely take you back to one of their rooms when it’s time to retire. I see a lot of people saying that Beidou would dommy mommy both of you but Beidou gives big switch energy,like ningguang definitely gives her the Jade strap😇 she likes to have it be a power play like she will tease you so you can get irritated and top her! And kazuha likes to play with his food. You don’t notice the gleam in their eyes when they walk you back to the captains quarters hands on you. As soon as the door closes you feel kazuha’s lips on your neck and shoulders murmuring how they’ll take such good care of you and Beidou slipping off your clothes while making direct eye contact with you. Kazu is into shibari Duh so he’s letting Beidou tease you while he takes his sweet time typing you up. They definitely work together to use you and they want to see you loose it more than anything kazuha as you in a mating press while the caption is grinding on your face and rubbing your clit w her fingers🥴 or Beidou is Fucking you from behind while you’re drooling into kazuha’s lap and he’s cooing words @ you “open your mouth for me sweetheart want to make sure I’m all the way down your throat” he’s such a sweet sadist and he will work with Beidou and against her in order to keep you in your toes. You’re tied up wiggling your hips begging for any sort of friction while kazuha is eating her out right in front of you; god forbid you misbehave😭😭 kazuha will overstimulate you to hell and back seeing how many times you can cum before you’re begging for a break while the queen of the seas is using her electo vision in your clit smiling at how your eyes roll back🥰🥰 they are FR menace to society!! Kazuha seeing she’s trying to get you alone and he snatches you up to fuck you on her bed💕 Beidou sneaking you below deck while they’re docked to stock up on supplies while kazuha is out and about to eat you out until your legs are shaking, I bet she can use her vision on her tongue too👀👀 kazuha comes back to see you weak in the knees and out of breath….. yeah I wouldn’t have lasted the ship ride to Inazuma LMAO

no i stay so far away from ship wars (in general but most def w genshin) bc people take it TOO personally LOL,,, i like to mix and match ships everyone is just so shippable! put xiao here and then there, put childe there and thoma over here.... it's too fun!

no i agree abt beidou and kazuha like let's be real! shes fucking hot who wouldn't want her? heheh i like kazuha w so many people hes so cute i cant not put him w other anemo characters or with miss sexy beidou~

NO LITERALLY on the ship to inazuma i know the traveler was running back and forth between beidous room and kazuhas room and ya know what maybe they all shared a room! it's fun! and by traveler i mean me!

switch!beidou? You think so?! i've never really considered it but.... i- i like it and now need it. no i too like kazuha as a playful asshole like i love when he's sweet and carefree too but like.... there is just something about him teasing and messing with you for his own enjoyment hehehe

whoever finds themself lucky enough to be placed between kazuha and beidou i wish them good luck! i think i would d!3 by the end of it LOOOOL like beidou fucks with you then kazuha fucks with you and then they both fuck with you- my heart is racing at the thought!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

[atomatowriter]

🌕and 🛰 ! Full moon and satellite

Do you write symbolism into your story? What does it represent?

Soooometimes? I find myself unable to write dragons without them having some symbolic meaning, though the meaning will change from world to world. Like the way that dragons represent a sort of distant age of wild in the Isles (the world of the Time's Sacrifice Trilogy) and in Terrafae (the world of the Fox Eyes duology and seasons of Terrafae quartet all of which I need to actually write) is very different from the way they represent me really hating billionaires in Ionnarah stories 😂. (Terrafae stories also have the "I hate billionaires" vibes, just not with dragons.)

And I would go so far as to say it's a tiny bit different between Terrafae and the Isles. In the Isles, dragons were powerful and mystical but also terrible and oppressive and they were eventually killed off by almost all the nations of the Isles banding together to fight against them. Dragons are looked back on with fear and rightly so, but also with a bit of a sense of awe. In Terrafae, dragons but as society advanced and it became The Thing among adventurers to hunt down dragons, they eventually either died out or retreated to such a point that people hardly ever saw them. So dragons in Terrafae are a part of the running theme of nature sort of being trampled on and stamped out by society's greed; whereas dragons in the Isles represent powerful magic and wonder, but they were also, in fairness, absolute menaces.

Anyway, that was a longer rant than I intended but dragons are the only examples I can think of so the answer is yes when dragons?

Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

Oh, I have so many codependent characters. I love codependent babes. Zane has a tendency to fall in love with (platonically, sexually, or somewhere in between) people so quickly and just latch onto them in a way that is kinda concerning.

Alasdair is incredibly dependent on Nico and now Celin, and it's hard to answer if it's healthy or not. In many ways, they're good for him. In some ways, the fact that I know he would absolutely fall to pieces without them is...probably something that I would suggest he find some coping skills for if he existed in the modern world and I knew him lol.

Space related writing asks!

#writing asks #the time's sacrifice trilogy #wip: fox eyes duology #wip: seasons of terrafae #wip: asha crowe mysteries #pathfinder: ionnarah #wip: untitled fuck the dragon empire series #wip: untitled spy shit series #ch: zane belmonte #ch: alasdair verres the double wise prince

[moonamite]

would LOVE to hear about ur au based on the beloved side character O_O

OK OK so you might wanna get comfy because this is gonna be a long post…

So this guy. Beat (Or Fang if you wanna go by his dub name) who was the main antagonist of episode 90 and 91.

As most aus go this is gonna contain a lot of headcanons lol

So my headcanon is that these guys were… exploring each other’s bodies. Gay bikers. I mean why the hell is Beat so bear-coded. I’m just going over the basics of my au so I won’t get into the juicy gay shenanigans. (But I will say that I hc young Gus being a smug little shit)

So yeah they get up to a lot of trouble, driving their bikes through towns at night, fucking shit up, being menaces to society, making out sloppily ect ect.

Then they challenge the legendary biker Steppenwolf, lose, and then they break up. (Obviously I’m going over the bare minimum, to keep this post as small as possible. I have whole scenarios in my head but yeah)

Gus does regret it- Worrying about the man he left, remembering how Beat yelled after him when he drove away, his voice breaking from all the screaming. He often questions if he really made the right choice that night… and what became of Beat.

Meanwhile, Beat was miserable. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Eventually he meets Axel and Turbo, and they form a strong bond with each other, meeting each other at their lowest points… they almost fill the hole that was left by Gus. Almost.

They go from town to town, searching for Steppenwolf, with Beat’s grudge eating away at him. (And while they’re doing that, Beat is secretly keeping an eye out for Gus.)

(Also I feel like I should add that in my au Beat only starts to go after Kirby later when Kirby causes his bros to crash their bikes- in this au, they both survive, but Beat is still completely enraged by this, vowing to get revenge for his brothers)

Then the stuff in the episodes happens, Gus learns his ex boyfriend is a demon beast, and the raceway collapses on top of Beat. As soon as the dust settles, Gus runs into the rubble trying to find Beat. Despite everything he did to his town, his home- he can’t stop himself from shouting Beat’s name, digging furiously through the debris, and praying that Beat is still alive. As soon as Gus finds him, he gets digging, and is quickly joined by Beat’s brothers- Gus realizes that Beat must mean a lot to them- they’re more than just his goons.

Beat ends up in the hospital, his brothers and Gus waiting for him to wake up. Even while bedridden, Beat still manages to act like a stubborn dickhead to Gus. Gus says he’ll let Gus and his friends stay at his place. Beat is upset, but he’s in no position to make demands. The mayor will let them stay with Gus only if they agree to do community service (under Gus’ supervision).

Gus and Beat have a couple of arguments (then getting smacked in the back of the head by Ax for being an asshole) But he always backs off, knowing about Gus’ nasty temper. (His bros staring wide eyed as Gus manages to get their big bro to listen to him and do what he’s told)

This is getting long so I’m just gonna summarize even more- Beat has a panic because he’s falling in love with Gus all over again, they rekindle their friendship, eventually getting back together, baby happens, marriage blah blah blah happy ending

#phew #Kirby au #I call this ship #Roadrage #gay hairy men kissing #they’re made for each other ❤️ #kirby: right back at ya! #hoshi no kaabii #I have better drawings I promise

[puppiekit]

You know what seeing my tumblr homies talk about their ocs has really motivated me to do the same. So im going to ramble about the cast of my comic LOL

Firstly, on to the worldbuilding...

The world of my comic takes place in the far future, long after global warming has taken its course and messed up a good chunk of modern society. All of the rich have long fled to Mars, out of attempt to escape the consequences of destroying their home planet.

A few centuries later, however, they realize their attempts at survival are futile and attempt to return back, much to the anger of those who were left behind, and managed to rebuild all on their own. To say the least, their conflict quickly became violent.

To reflect the hard societal reset that happened on Earth, a lot of the setting and technology present is 70s / 80s / 90s inspired, with a fancier polish to reflect their place hundreds of years in the future, of course.

Inspiration...

Now, the world of my comic is inspired by many things!!! To help you gather an idea of what I have in mind, i'll list them here:

Now on to my silly skrunkly characters!!!

This is Laika, weird cat-dog thing, local societal menace, and genuine war criminal. Hes in his 30s, a short king (only around 5'3), and has all the pent up rage and anger to show for it.

In spite of his sad emo childhood backstory, I have crafted him specifically to be the most insufferable (in the most lovable way) character to ever exist on planet earth. Hes cruel, selfish, aggressive, short-tempered, and prone to violence (derives pleasure from the harm and vulnerability of others, really). He has 0 self awareness and loves to play the victim in every given scenario.

To put it in simple terms, he never mentally developed beyond his traumatized childhood self. Hes under a constant state of survival and self-preservation.

Now in his adult years, he works for the government to develop nuclear weapons. Despite his shitty attitude, he is incredibly smart, especially in regards to science / physics. Still, however, I think it is a rather dumb move on the governments part to hand a ticking time-bomb like him literal nukes. Might just be me, though!

These are Laikas coworkers. They do not have any individual references just yet, so sadly I must rant about them together based off of this puny sketch!

Goose:

Albino raccoon , he/they , Lead Engineer for the Government war effort. Also... Laikas ex! Awkward! This fool is 6ft+ and a walking brick wall of flesh and muscle, but lacks the self awareness necessary to come off as anything beyond mildly intimidating. He comes from a long line of Aviators, Engineers, and Pilots, birthing his life-long fixation on the subject.

Goose is air-headed, and endearing to those who only know him by passing. But in reality hes equally as insufferable as Laika. He's selfish, egotistical, and has a multitude of narcissistic tenancies. He will find any reason at all to passively-aggressively drag others down in meaningless, petty ways, just to make him feel better about himself. His tendency to place himself on a pedestal is almost entirely fueled by insecurities he refuses to acknowledge, which directly bounces off of Laikas hate-fueled enjoyment of picking at others.

He and Laika were childhood best-friends, High-School sweethearts, and lifelong partners... Before they both reunited after Laikas time on the battlefield, however, and realized they had both grown into something they can no longer tolerate. And yet their burning hatred has circled back around into some weird, toxic form of passionate love... Still hooking up and all over eachother, same as before!

Paradox:

Weird coyote thing, they/them, late 30s / early 40s ... Develops chemical weapons for the Government. VERY passionate about their work. Super into conspiracies. This scrawny canine is simply unhinged, to be totally honest. They couldn't be bothered to open up about their family or past, leaving their peers to wonder how exactly they became the way they did.

All that is known is that Paradox's chemical burns... Are most certainly caused from some past self experimentation. (They 100% DIY'd their own top surgery btw. They are indeed that genre of Transgender Scientist). Like the rest of the cast, Paradox is an ass, in one way or another. They lack total care of empathy for others. They have, and will, throw a baby in an incinerator for science.

Paradox lives in the basement of their workplace, pretty much, spending the good majority of their days working away at new weapons, committing unethical science experiments on Prisoners of War, or trying to frantically piece together proof that the moon landing was fake. (yes, even despite the fact that their entire War effort... IS IN SPACE). They are simultaneously stupid and genius, which is why I adore them.

Juno:

Borzoi / Afghan-Hound , she/her , 50s. A lot of people who see this woman call her... a MILF. And perhaps she is. But she is a very EVIL one. Your time with her will not be enjoyable brother. Besides, shes married, unfortunately for her husband. Juno develops Biological weapons for the Government. She was once a Biology teacher for a local Middle School, but lost her job after fighting a student.

Juno is ... A Karen. Mean, selfish, overtly-controlling, and will never pass up an opportunity to complain or jab at those she views beneath her (which is everybody ever, to be honest). If you ever see somebody yelling at a minimum wage worker for something stupid, that is her. If you've ever had to deal with a nosy, bitchy coworker, that is her.

Juno is very spiritual (the embodiment of those christian girls on Instagram who spew out bigotry with sweet bible quotes in her bio), she very much believes in the whole 'this crystal will ward off evil energy' thing. Shes also a vegan, and views feral animals as above society as a whole. She views her fellow man as pests, leeches on the Earth, who are cruel to the innocent animals that inhabit it.

She derives pleasure from using her live for biology as a means for harming/killing her fellow man, and usually in the most unethical ways possible. She has planted Termites in the homes of many of her enemies.

To make a long story short... This entire comic is about assholes living the most painful inconvenienced lives ever possible. It is hilarious. You should ask me about them btw pspspsps come here pspsps

#art #doodle #oc #original art #original character #canine #feline #anthro #transgender #nonbinary #ramble #long post #story #wip #ask me about them pls #puppiekit nation

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

6-12 for Emmet next!!

HII CICI!!! <33

6. does your self insert have any pets?

Emmett doesn't have any pets, officially, but they do take in injured animals pretty regularly so if one went into their apartment there's a pretty solid chance you'd find one or two creatures residing there at any time! I guess Daisy the opossum is the closest animal to a pet Emmett has seeing as she lives there permanently (she is unable to be released back into the wild due to some congenital birth defects)!!

Extra: Emmett was worried, at first, about how Daisy and Murdoc would get along but both are menaces to society so they hit it off lol

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

YES BC IM SUPER HOT/j/lh

Nah but fr, I did make it canon to my selfship AU that Mac used to have a crush on Emmett when they were studying together at MIT! He doesn't anymore and they are just good close friends now! At the time, Emmett was just starting to come to grips with their gender identity and transitioning to a male aligned gender. And while MacGyver supported Emmett of course, it also made his crush on them a little weird for him and helped him come to terms with his own bisexuality! It was the first time he'd ever liked someone who wasn't a woman and it was definitely a little eye opening for him haha!! He never told Emmett until years later when they were drunk and chatting one night after a mission. The two had a good laugh about it and moved on without any strife!

Tldr; Emmett is MacGyver's bisexual awakening lol

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

Gender: transmasculine nonbinary/demiguy

Sexuality: bisexual (male lean)

Romantic: biromantic (male lean)

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Definitely MacGyver and their other coworkers at the Phoenix Foundation! Mac's friends became Emmett's friends very quickly too!! There's a certain comradery in sharing a secret as profound as their jobs with each other and each other alone!

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

Angus 'Mac' MacGyver: not thrilled about the fact that one of his closest friends has chosen to get into a relationship with the man initially sent to kill him, that man being Murdoc, ofc; more chilled out about it though than most of the others, especially when Murdoc starts working for the Phoenix Foundation (off the books ofc, can't have a former assassin as an official employee); he isn't over the moon about the relationship but Emmett clearly is in love and he wouldn't be a good friend if he stood in the way of that

Jack Dalton: NOT A FUCKING FAN OF IT; bro is NOT happy about this at all; even after Murdoc starts consulting for the Foundation, he still doesn't trust Murdoc in the slightest and is convinced that Murdoc will end up betraying them and moreover, hurting Emmett; pretty much always ready to clock Murdoc in the face if the opportunity arises

Riley Davis: super suspicious of Murdoc's intentions with Emmett; may or may not have implanted spyware into Murdoc's phone to monitor his text conversations with Emmett; much to her surprise, all of them are actually...really sweet?

Wilt Bozer: scared shitless tbh; the first time he met Murdoc was when he'd broken into Bozer and Mac's shared house to kill Mac; Bozer is terrified of Murdoc as a person but tentatively accepting of the relationship seeing as he seems so...different when he's around Emmett, so ... tame, almost?

Matilda 'Matty' Webber: keeps an incredibly close eye on Murdoc; she knows she went out on a limb using his expertise to catch other killers but she, being Matty, knows everything, and knows that Murdoc really does care about Emmett, she knows he won't do anything that would put Emmett in harms way, they have that much in common, at least

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Emmett wears basically various iterations of the same outfit every day lol. He wears dark grey/faded black jeans, red high top converse, a solid color (usually cool colors like blue) t shirt over a long sleeve black/dark grey shirt!! Sometimes in hotter weather, they forgo the long sleeve undershirt in favor of just the t shirt! But the pants stay. They don't like shorts much ahaha!!

Their outfit may vary a bit more depending on the context of the episode but is almost always more masculine in presentation. For fancier events, they usually wear some type of suit!

12. how would the fandom view your character?

PERSONALLY, I think that the fandom would like Emmett but they would kinda woobify him a little?? like, i get it, im kinda pathetic, but I am SOMEWHAT capable LOL!! I just think the fandom would take Emmett's naturally sweet disposition and reduce them to that and that only, ignoring the fact that they're incredibly intelligent, empathetic and surprisingly capable with several projectile weapons ahahaha!!

But on a more optimistic note, I think there would be a lot of positivity around the representation that Emmett provides as a canon plus sized, trans and neurodivergent character!! I think people would appreciate that!!

#i love you just a little too much #selfship asks #asks #self insert asks #self insert: emmett becker #s/i: emmett becker #selfshippinglover

[skyguywrites]

found this bio from 2021 that i made for ellie and just dropping it for if/when i decide to bring her back 👀

her face is gabriella wilde

her name is ellie! elizabeth smith!

she had a teen pregnancy w her high school sweetheart, was 18 when she gave birth and her kid is now 9!!!!!!!!!!! basically an adult x (shes 27)

nobody believes she’s the mother x lol

she married the dad (kyle) on her 19th bday and they stayed together for a p long time but he was abusive and awful and they got a divorce when she was 23 after 4 years, their kid was 5 and she has a restraining order against her ex

she hasn’t been on a single date in those four years, hasn’t kissed anyone, had sex, even entertained the idea of Talking to guys lmao. she doesn’t go out drinking and her whole world is honestly work and her child!!!!!!!!

she’s a teacher! she teaches ages between 3 - 11 so she’s literally around children all day every day and needs a break ngl x

she’s fiercely protective and just kind of mother’s everybody that she meets lol

has no concept of self worth x literally thinks so little of herself bc she was in such an abusive relationship during such formative years of her life?

terrified of ending up alone but terrified of actually putting herself out there 🤪

loves to knit and sew and crochet and gets made fun of bc all her hobbies are nerdy and old lady hobbies x

she’s got one of those chains you attach to your glasses so they hang around your neck like an old lady would :)

bonus info because this truly was the bare bones of a bio

reid is her best friend in the whole world and has been since childhood

she’s so close to both him and his mom and they were her rock throughout her teen years as well as her pregnancy

kyle was simply not present for the birth to their son but you bet reid and his mom were!

she lived with them for a large portion of her pregnancy because her parents are on the older side (they had her late in life) and they’re quite traditional and thought she should live with kyle

she and kyle got married as soon as dylan was born and she moved in with him

she was young and blind to how awful he was and just wanted to feel loved and protected (girl reid is right there)

she had a huge crush on reid when they were teens and he had no idea/she had no idea he felt the same and eventually kyle (his nemesis/popular kid in school) took her to prom and it all fell apart

as i write this i recognise it sounds like the plot of love rosie but it isn’t at all LMAO they’re nothing like them i swear

she’s the only bitch that gets away with calling reid by his first name bc she teases him for going by ‘mac’ and thinking he’s soooooo cool

dylan regularly calls reid ‘dad’ it’s a whole thing

dylan is also a menace to society and huge prankster courtesy of reid lmao

additionally she’s making reid’s life HELLLLLL currently bc she’s tired and a bit lonely and stressed and he’s constantly telling her to put herself out there and she’s like what if i did... platonically! with you! a safe space! and reid is probably hard as a rock and crying into his weetabix

at some point he’s gonna start helping her find Boyfriends and eligible men to date so throw your best most charming boys ellie’s way if you want in on some chaos!

#character stuff; #oc: ellie smith