#but not bad considering i have a hard time drawing while high

[yuri-is-online]

There's Mud in Your Eye (Leona and Deuce x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, i am out of creative ways to describe these: it's Cheka and Mamma Spade. Slight references to the White Rabbit event. If you liked this please check out the previous parts on my master list here.

Leona

A very confused, very important looking little lion is standing in front of you, attempting to mimic Leona's judgey thinking face. Five year olds lack the smarmy bitterness required to truly pull off the look, but you have to admit, it is pretty cute.

"Um, do you think he ran away from his guards again?" Grim whispers, painfully loud and without nearly enough concern. "Do you think we'll get in trouble if we can't get him back to his retainers?" The scenario feels completely unreal, but then again so does standing in front of royalty. Who are you again anyway? Just some weirdo who is going to have to apologize to their loved ones for taking so long to come home because you couldn't sneeze in another world without bumping into royalty. While you are busy considering whether or not it would be considered child neglect to sprint away from the little guy, Cheka finally finishes his thought process, letting out a contented "hmmm" as he points decisively at you.

"You," he says with all the authority of an extra on a children's tv show "are not Unca."

Well.

That was not what you were expecting. Your mind draws a lengthy blank as Cheka grins up at you in a surprisingly catlike manner seemingly very pleased with himself.

"How did it take ya so long to figure that out?" It has to be a truly stupid question to get Grim's voice to crack.

"Well I decided I was gonna sneak up on Unca." A terrible idea really but who are you to refute royalty. "So instead of running around and askin I decided to just focus on his scent! But I found two places he could be so I just decided to go to the closer one."

"Whatdya mean?" Grim takes a deep breath and interrupts his train of thought with a hard gag you really hope is dramatic. "Oh wow he ain't wrong, you really smell like that lazy bi-" You manage to muzzle him before he can teach Checka too many bad words. You wonder if it would be rude to sniff yourself in front of a literal prince, Cheka's pleased little tail swish doesn't help.

"Can you please take me to Unca?" he asks, so very sweetly looking up at you like you're the shiniest star in the night sky. It hurts to disappoint him.

"Uh I'd love to little guy but I'm not too sure where he is..." you really hope Cheka can't tell just how nervous you are. Crowley did give you a schedule, but it wasn't super detailed, just a vague set of notes about the various events going on.

"Then I'll just stay here with you!" He says, with a surprising degree of authority. "Unca's scent is really strong so I'm sure he'll show up soon!"

''I don't think that's a good idea little guy." You just called the Crown Prince of the Sunset Savannah a little guy. Which he is but you are pretty sure there's a time period where that would have gotten you executed, and you can only pray it's not now. The intense look of what you assume are Cheka's guards running up the main street is not helping with that.

"Your highness! Please don't run off like that." The man seems wary of scolding the prince, but he has no qualms about staring you down. "You! What is your name and who do you think you are to be speaking so casually to-" He cuts himself off, bluster fading as he takes a deep breath and starts staggering away from you. Well not you per se, you realize as you turn around and see an extremely intense looking Leona behind you.

"Stop blamin' your inability to do your job on other people." Leona's voice is slow, authoritative enough that you almost forget he's supposed to be the second prince. The guards do too, until Cheka jumps away from them onto Leona's shoulders and shatters the illusion just a bit.

"Unca! Unca! You're gonna show me the spelldive fields right?" Cheka nuzzles his Uncle's cheek while Leona tries his best to get away.

"I thought you were gonna stay with Prefect." He grumbles.

"We can come with." You say before you fully realize what you're saying surprised at how ok you are with the offer. Cheka lights up, jumping away from his Uncle to nuzzle up to you. Leona's gaze softens ever so slightly, even if he immediately breaks eye contact and starts walking away from you.

"You're welcome to come if you can keep up." You try to convince yourself you follow him just to get away from the guards, but there's a spring in both your steps no one is brave enough to act like they notice.

Deuce

"Yuu! And Grim too! Lucky me I thought I was going to be stuck looking for my kids for at least another hour." Dilla Spade cheerfully says, her decision to refer to you as her child momentarily distracting you from the fact Deuce is nowhere to be seen. She seems to have been granted a day off from work, her usual delivery uniform ditched in favor of a very mom like set of old sweatpants and an old athletic jacket with a logo you assumed belonged to Deuce's middle school.

"Mama Spade!" Strange feelings aside you are extremely happy to see Dilla, and happier still when she perks up just a bit at your calling her mom. "Did Deuce forget to text you again?"

"Not exactly," she says with an affectionate sigh "I caught up with him a bit earlier but he ran off to find his Housewarden. He really wanted to introduce us but said it might be a bit difficult to make that happen."

"Yeah..." Grim says as you exchange a look "Riddle's a really busy guy."

"Well never mind then." She says with a shrug. "What's up with you? Deucey tells me all sorts of things, but it's never the full truth." You shouldn't be surprised Dilla knows something is up. Honestly it's a wonder any of the students with a half way decent relationship with their parents hasn't been yanked out of this school already.

"Nothing too bad I hope?" You say, hopeful that Dilla will give you something to work with so you don't confess to something too wild. She laughs.

"I'm a mom, worrying's part of the territory." You breathe a sigh of relief, though you can't help but wonder just what Dilla's reaction would be to knowing Deuce had fought four overblot phantoms. Would she be proud? You hope so, he deserves it. "I keep telling Deuce to invite you to spend summer with us but he's really hung up on doing things the 'honorable way.'" You try your best not to fluster.

"What's that even mean?" Whines Grim, probably thinking more about the donuts you had while visiting Clock Town more than the implications kicking around in your mind. "offerin' to help me and my hench human out is honorable enough!"

"It really is," you try not to come off as too eager, it would be really nice to spend the Summer somewhere that wasn't Ramshackle, even if it would hurt the ghost's feelin-

"Is Deuce waitin' till he can afford a ring or somethin'?" Grim says, crossing his little paws and sticking your words in your throat. Dilla winking at the little monster with a conspiratorial grin makes you choke. "He is isn't he! Hmph, figures. Well he knows he won't get the Great Grim's permission!"

"Grim!" You squeak.

"Well you are a bit young," Dilla says "but you have my blessing prefect."

"I- I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding-" you don't want to get anyone's hopes up, you aren't even dating Deuce, you want to say that you don't like him that way, but the lie dies on your lips as a familiar duo comes into view just behind Dilla.

"MOM! oh and PREFECT!!!" The overwhelming joy in Deuce's eyes contrasting with the smug amusement of Ace makes you feel just a bit more at home, despite the awkwardness of the situation. You can almost convince yourself that he's running up the road on the double just to see you.

"Think of it this way," whispers Dilla, firmly placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting and not forceful way "you're family, and you always will be no matter what label gets slapped on things. Though I am pretty sure you can guess Deuce's preference."

You can, or at least you can hope.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #deuce spade x reader #i am so sorry this took forever i have been playing baldur's gate #i had one for epel but i didn't like it so it's getting re written

[bringinghometherain]

I think the whole "I had to drop my phone...and go to Costa Rica for a while" thing is very likely because Rhys has been almost entirely a comedic side character in his work for like, 25 years. He's been earning his living being funny and awkward in front of a camera, which is a different subdivision of Hollywood from being attractive in front of a camera. He probably, as he got older, settled into that identity just fine. He likes being the funny guy, he feels fine about how he looks, he married a lovely woman and therefore didn't need to fixate on his appeal in the way that people who are dating need to (or feel they need to, rather).

Being Funny as an identity (especially for Rhys's generation of comics) often means you have written off the idea of being considered conventionally attractive. Not because you're not attractive! But because you start being funny when you're a kid to get people to like you, because you're kind of weird and awkward and you have bad skin and don't really fit into your body, and nobody will like you unless you have "being funny" to offer to the group.

Being Funny also means you're probably very good at redirecting conversation away from the parts of yourself you don't want people to see, you're very good at self-deprecating jokes, and you probably feel like you need to earn your space in most situations by Being Funny (ask me how I know). And when you're in your late 40s and quite settled into this identity, becoming an overnight sex symbol and having your social media feeds suddenly flooded with incredibly detailed artistic depictions of you as a sex symbol, I would guess that is extremely hard to wrap one's head around!!! It probably feels uncomfortable at first!! If your relationship with your body is "oh that old thing, don't worry it tells jokes," then having dozens of people drawing you as a tasteful nude has gotta be weird! I get it, and I sympathize. If I had something that big happening to my identity I might also go to Costa Rica for a bit (no I would not, I cannot afford that, I would probably go to Lake Michigan for like a day and call it even).

And as for why Taika and Con have been able to embrace the fanart from the start, well. Leslie Jones has already asked the important question of Taika: "Do you know you fine as hell?" And yeah, he absolutely does. And like he says, he knew it in high school too. And I say this because he went into entertainment, he probably wanted this at least a little bit, like come on. He's funny too, obviously, but he's always been hot, and he knows that. He didn't have to fall back on being funny because he was also Fine As Hell. Before OFMD was even an idea he'd already had all these photoshoots of him being a goofball in one shot and a Brooding Romantic Lead type in another. Dude knew his range well before the first sketch of Blackbeard in fishnets dropped. He was always gonna be fine.

And Con! Con has been a romantic interest several times in his tv/film career, from the very start. He's a side character pretty often, but the man has gotten plenty of feedback that he's attractive enough to be a romantic interest on a screen. Hell, just in 2020 he was a romantic lead on a podcast drama (which was a great story, he's great in it, very fun little horror drama). So while he may not have the same Fine As Hell and Knows It energy Taika has, Con probably came into OFMD more sure of his physical attractiveness than of his comedic acting skills. And when the Izzy fanart started dropping, he probably didn't have much trouble getting excited about it after the initial surprise, because he hadn't written off his physical attractiveness in the way Rhys probably had.

#this has been Wild Projection from BHTR #i love dissecting comedy which means i also love dissecting comedians #I will gently tease rhys about the costa rica thing but at the same time I get it man #rhys darby #ofmd

[mrsaltieri-real]

Sam Carpenter as a Girlfriend (SFW and NSFW)

Sam Carpenter as a girlfriend (with fem!afab!reader)

A/N: Just realised this will be my last post as a 22 year old as it’s my birthday tomorrow and I’ve never written anything for my best girl before. Disgraceful. So let’s start off with some Headcanons!

SFW

Initially, it takes her a while to trust you

She wanted just a fling to start with but found she couldn’t stop thinking about you and it was driving her nuts

Eventually plucks up the courage to ask you out and is just so relieved when you say yes

She’d be very hesitant on dates and try and avoid talking about herself as much as possible

Is still on edge after everything with Richie and his family, she doesn’t know if you’re just using her

She has really bad trust issues, will need a lot of reassurance that you’re in it for the long run

Will take her a few months to begin to open up about herself

Once she does? Oh boy.

Honestly the sweetest girlfriend ever

She’ll open doors for you, pull out your chair for you, kiss your hand

She’s just a sweetie

Loves taking her girlfriend on dates to the movies so she has an excuse to hold your hand or put her arm around you

Likes to lie down with her head in your lap and just chat to you about the most mundane things, enjoying the normality

ADORES it when you play with her hair

She’s just so SOFT with you

But extremely overprotective

Considering what she’s been through can you blame her?

Anyone looks at you the wrong way she’ll immediately get defensive

She’ll honestly square up to a 6ft5 boxer if they made you even a little uncomfortable

Will honestly knock a bitch out for you and have no regrets

She likes it when you cook for her

Even if you’re an awful cook she’ll eat every last bite of it

Likes to get stoned and laugh with you all fucking night

Works overtime at her job just so she can treat you to date nights, jewelry, clothes, everything

When you tell her to stop she’ll shut you DOWN

Loved to cuddle, more in private

Gushes about you to Tara

Will watch you sleep for hours on end just asking herself how she got so lucky to find someone like you

Her main love languages are words of affirmation, gift giving and quality time

She’s seriously an amazing girlfriend

NSFW

Sam is a FREAK I don’t make the rules

She’s a dom, a goddamn top

Has a high sex drive for sure

Channels her inner rage and bloodlust into fucking you stupid

She’s an ass and thigh girl with a soft spot for tits

But HEAVY on the thighs

She’ll tie you down and grind her clit on your thigh till she cums

And make you do the same to her, literally manhandle you into her and force your hips to move

Owns a strap, scratch that, she has an entire collection of sex toys that she’ll use on you

Treat her strap like it’s her own cock

She’ll make you gag on it, beg for it, fuck your hand with it

Really really gets her going when your sucking her off, looking up into her eyes

Her hands will be on your head, forcing it down your throat

Likes to finger you. Like, REALLY likes to finger you

Then force her fingers into your mouth and make you taste yourself

Same when she’s eating you cunt, she’ll make out with you hard afterward

Likes you to know how wet she’s made you

Her favourite positions with the strap are missionary and doggy

Doggy because she likes the view and it allows her to spank you (she loves spanking)

Missionary because it allows her to kiss you, choke you, rub your clit

A big dirty talker. Not much on degradation but has a massive praise kink on both ends

Likes when you tell her how good she feels, likes to tell you how good you are, how amazing you taste, how good you feel

Really loves phone sex, hearing you get off to her words is just such a turn on for her

She does enjoy scissoring but she prefers thigh riding

Likes when you scratch her up with your nails hard enough to draw blood

Expect to be marked up to holy hell when she is done with you

She really loves to leave hickeys everywhere

You neck, chest, stomach, thighs

Everywhere

Has a big ol’ blood kink that she can’t help

Same with a knife kink

But she’s very calculated with how she incorporates that, the last thing she’d want to do is scare you away

Can and will go down on you for hours, overstimulate the hell out of you and not stop till SHE is done with tasting you

But she loves to receive just as much

She’ll literally fuck your face till your a whimpering, drooling mess

Likes to make you ride her face, will die happily suffocated by your cunt

Sometimes it’s like she a woman possessed and she just can’t control herself when she’s around you

But this is all when she entirely trusts you

After Richie and how he treated her it took her a while to let someone see that side of her

The aftercare is sweet

She’ll clean you up, leaving kisses on every mark she left and just be so gentle with you

Likes to take showers with you and help you clean yourself up

You’ll fall asleep to her tracing her fingers over the hickeys she’d left scattered across your body

#my wife #my girlfriend #i love her so much #she’s so fucking HOT GOD #i gotta write her #i gotta #last post as a 22 year old let’s GO #scream #scream 6 #scream headcanons #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter

[semiweirdshipper]

Altering Wesker's personality to make him an emotional supporter.

Usually I write this process on paper when I need to work on a slashers personality, but I wanted to share it with you guys so you could get an idea on how I turn the bad guys into emotional supporters.

So when it comes to working on the slashers' personalities, I always try to find a way to make them each more kind, sympathetic, supportive and likable while still somewhat staying true to their unique personality traits. Normally this process comes easy. I've never really struggled much with altering a slashers personality....

Until prince blondy bitch came into the picture that is.

Yes, this rip-off Corey Hart makes me wanna hit the snooze button in my brain every time I think about him. He's just so DIFFICULT and his personality is extremely unattractive to me. But I have him put down for future roles in billions of my fics and drabbles, so mentally I can't ignore him. I've gotta work on his personality and turn him into a proper emotional supporter.

Let's break down those traits, shall we?

Prince blondy is-

- narcissistic

- controlling

- manipulative

- dishonest

- powerful

- sadistic

- cunning

- polite only when he wants to be or if he's trying to manipulate someone

- disloyal

- teases and taunts people.

- gets jealous and loses his temper.

- gets bored of his friends and romantic partners

- views most people as insignificant and lesser than him.

- backstabbing attitude

- merciless

- gets bored easily and abandons people and/or projects.

- rude.

- does not value people for who they are but rather the benefits they can provide him with. Once someone is no longer valuable to him, he either runs away or kills them.

Yeah.... He's a real tough one. There's not a lot of positivity going on with this one. He's got every unattractive trait from A to Z. Imagining him as a supporter is like trying to walk on needles.

So what do I do during hard times like these? I make the positivity myself. I alter his bitch traits and give him some positive ones.

Altered Wesker

- Let's make him narcissistic still but with the ability to accept competition and rivalry without getting jealous or murderous.

- let's make him honest. Brutal honesty or keeping his mouth shut is better than lying.

- He hates unfinished business and will not abandon anyone or anything without explaining himself first.

- he can be manipulative but only during serious situations.

- He owns up to his failures, mistakes and misunderstandings. (There's nothing more attractive than a person who can admit they're wrong).

- he is still very intelligent, strong and powerful.

- He's still obsessed with uroboros and will murder, but he's more empathetic and less sadistic. He won't murder people he cares about.

- uses his honesty to defend his loyalty.

- has a high standard for people he considers worthy of his time. These worthy people will receive his kindness, consideration and attention.

- Likes independence, trust and dependability. These are traits he seeks in a partner.

- still egotistical and holds himself in high regard.

That's just some of the traits I'm giving him to make him more supportive. Now for a little bit of writing. Albert Wesker x reader headcanons. These help me get an even deeper understanding of his personality.

Original/unaltered: Wesker x reader.

Wesker enters the breakroom and notices you sitting at a table. You looked horrible; your hair messy, your eyes dark and your outfit wrinkled. What a ghastly sight for him to walk in on. You should do a better job keeping yourself in proper shape.

Focused on ignoring you, Wesker made his way to the coffee machine on the other side of the room. His brow twitched in frustration at the sound of your pitiful "morning sir". Of course he couldn't go without drawing your worthless attention.

"(y/n)," He answered flatly, his back facing you, "Don't you have morning patrol?"

"Leon switched me," You answered, "I had a really long night last night. It was rough..."

"Excuses, excuses," Wesker glared at the bitter taste of his coffee. Why couldn't things just be the way he wanted them to be? "Allowing your personal life to get in the way of your job is insubstantial. Do better next time."

You remained silent, soon finishing your beverage and rising up to leave.

Wesker didn't notice nor did he care.

Altered/my version: Wesker x reader. (same situation)

Wesker entered the breakroom and immediately noticed you sitting in your lonesome at a table. You looked exhausted and unkempt, the expression on your face tired and miserable. Hm, he wondered what was wrong. Normally you were well dressed and always upbeat.

"(y/n)," He addressed as he slowly walked past you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Despite your situation, you still managed a smile at him, your body lifting and your voice kind, "Oh, morning sir. How're you doing today?"

He always respected how considerate and proper you were even during difficult times. "I'm doing well. And you?" He continued to give glances to you as he fixed himself some coffee.

"I'm fine," You say softly, "Just a rough night."

Ah, so it was something personal most likely. "I see you swapped positions with Kennedy. I'd rather not have short notices like this in the future. After you're finished here, meet me in my office and we will discuss what you are going through."

You smiled weakly and blushed. Wesker always knew when something was wrong, and he was always so quick to provide any care he possibly could. He really was a good boss.

That morning, Wesker sat with you in the breakroom.

Aaaannnnnndddd.... Emotional support slasher born. BOOM!

The reason why I have so much trouble writing prince blondy is because I really don't like him. His personality is like a smelly trashcan to me and if I ever met him in real life I'd kick him in the balls so hard his motherless grandkids would feel it. But creating these writing templates helps me to view him underneath a different light. It's how I build personalities and familiarize them.

I've done this process on paper for multiple killers. I just thought it would be fun to share with you how I altered personalities to write my stories.

#slasher fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfiction #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #alternate universe #emotional support slashers #Wesker is such a pain in the arithmetics #I said I was gonna be more open and share my crap #So here I am #I'm sharing my crap #And it's probably going to backfire

[spicywhenspeaking]

Star-Crossed Connection: Chapter Three

Nick Folio x Original Female Character

WC: 2.5k -> unedited :/ if you see something wrong ....no you didn't

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this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

Taglist: @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @to-be-written @bngurngheart @jessicafg03 @knivesforapr0 @thatchickwiththecamera @somewhere-diamond @sorrowsofsilence @malerieee @dsireland86 @collapsedglasshouses @jilliemiw86 @samanthasgone -> tags are open !

warnings: degrading language towards Seraphina is used by a character , mild physical assault.

After quickly checking in we found our room and immediately crashed onto the bed, completely exhausted from the long road trip. Tomorrow is the first day Folio and I will have to fully put on the show. Acting lovey-dovey like a real couple. We talked about it a little on the car ride up. 

“So…how do you feel about kissing?” I ask Folio as we draw nearer to our destination. He does a quick double take towards me and then back to the road and I laugh, “I didn’t mean kissing right now you dork. I mean like when we’re at the festival. If we were really dating I’d probably kiss you a little, I’ve been known to like a little PDA” I say again and he nods, his face is thoughtful as he considers. “Um, yeah I guess kissing is fine. I mean I kiss my grandma so kissing you shouldn’t be too bad” he jokes and I push his shoulder lightly. “Hey! I kiss way better than a grandma!” I protest. He raises his eyebrows suggestively, “I guess we’ll see when the time comes.” A blush takes over my cheeks that surprises me. I’m obviously attracted to Nick, I mean he’s totally hot and we definitely have chemistry so I don’t think selling that we’re attracted to each other will be hard. 

“So my assistant Jules tells me I have a four-hour block of interviews and then there’s a photo-op on the slopes that will lead to some free ski time. It should be a pretty fun day….but that does mean Conner will be around and he’s been such an ass.” I explain to Nick as I finish the last of my room service breakfast while we wait for my hair and make-up girls to arrive. “Yeah, I’ve seen the tweets. He’s a dick and if he says half of the shit he’s saying online to your face I’ll punch the shit out of him.” Nick responds and I giggle like a preteen schoolgirl talking to her crush in the hallways. 

My glam team arrives and we decide to do a simple and gentle glam with a soft half up half down hairstyle. I’m wearing a black midthigh dress that hugs my curves paired with sheer tights, knee-high boots, and a thick black wool coat. I do a spin and check myself out in the full-length mirror. Lala my stylist did an amazing job putting my looks together for this week. 

“So, How do I look?” I ask the group in front of me. “You look amazing!” my hair and make-up girls cheer. “Hot as fuck.” Nick says as he rounds the makeup area and gets a better look. Putting his hands on my hips and turning me around to face him. “Absolutely beautiful.” My glam squad quietly exists but my make-up artist pokes her head quickly back in the door to cheekily say, “Don’t mess up my make-up please!!” 

Laughing I rest my head against Folio’s shoulder, “Okay, you ready?” I ask him, looking up into his chestnut eyes. “Almost,” he whispers, moving his hand up to brush as stray hair out of my face and dipping his lips down to softly press against mine. It’s over as quickly as it began, but it’s left me breathless either way. “Didn’t want our first kiss to be in front of a bunch of strangers,” he says against my lips and I feel my knees buckle. “Mmhm, good idea,” I mumble back and pull away to fix my dress and recheck my make-up in the mirror. I look down to check my small white gold watch, “oh, we gotta go! Interview time.” I look at Nick with a smile. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” 

We meet my assistant, Jules in the lobby of the resort where she gives me a quick debrief of what I’m doing for the next few hours. First I’m talking to Entertainment Weekly and then Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone and last is an interview I have to do with Conner for Wired Magazine. Not looking forward to that one, not because of Wired. I’ve loved working with them in the past. It’s Conner, I should have never got involved with him. Ugh. Speaking of Conner, I see him exit from the elevators looking douchier than ever in black ski pants with a matching turtlenecked black thermal. He gives me an acknowledging nod and I roll my eyes, “fucking asshole, nodding at me like he’s not completely shitting on me on Twitter.” I grumble as Nick throws his arm over my shoulder and kisses the side of my head. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. He’s all talk.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be on his best behavior with all these journalists surrounding us.”  

“It’ll take about four hours for me to finish the interviews, but, there’s lots to do around the resort. My credit card is attached to the room if you want to get a massage or just hang around and watch a movie.” I say to Nick as we walk closer to the conference room. “Nice, okay I’ll walk around and think about it,” he responds, and as we reach the entrance I turn to say goodbye and he quickly wraps me in his arms and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Good luck in there baby, knock ‘em dead.” I can’t stop the giggle and blush that comes through. “Thanks Nicky.” 

I enter into the conference room on the opposite side of Connor. They have the room sectioned off for the interviews. I head over to start my first interview with Kelly Brinks from Entertainment Weekly.

Kelly: hello there Seraphina, you are looking beautiful today. Seraphina: oh, thank you, Kelly. It’s wonderful to see you again. Kelly: and you as well. So we’re here today to talk about your upcoming Movie “Tomorrow’s Promises” a dramatic comedy that you star in alongside fellow Hollywood newcomer Conner Frank. Now how does this movie feel compared to other films you’ve worked in? Seraphina: This movie has one of the largest budgets of any film I’ve worked on so far, however, I know that budget is only a portion that can make a movie better. This is a huge production, that’s probably the biggest change, just the magnitude of the cast and crew. All wonderful and hardworking people making movie magic.  Kelly: This is a rather dramatic role, one we haven’t quite seen you in yet. How did you prepare for such emotional scenes? I mean I saw the extended trailer and you’re performance is looking potentially Oscar-worthy. Seraphina: oh wow, thank you, Kelly. That means so much to me. I did a lot of soul-searching after my father passed a few years back. I still feel a lot of emotions from that and this character and I share a lot of similarities. I was able to tap into some of my real feelings during some of those scenes which I think helped sell the performance more.  Kelly: and an amazing performance it was.  Seraphina: thank you. Kelly: Do you mind if I address the elephant in the room? Seraphina: oh Kelly, whatever do you mean?.. I’m just kidding. Of course Kelly. Kelly: There has been a bit of a rift online with you and your costar, is this something that concerns you moving forward with the rest of this festival week? Seraphina: Oh, Conner and I go way back. We’ve made some mistakes but he’s a great actor and I’m proud of the movie we made. I think whatever has happened in the past is easily left behind to ensure a harmonious festival. 

The rest of the solo interviews went, with lots of questions about the movie and some about the situation with Connor. Which is annoying, but I’m able to maneuver past them with ease. Nathan from Vanity Fair spent about twenty minutes of our interview asking me about my Bronco. Which  I didn’t mind.

Connor surprises me before our joint interview by pulling me into a side alcove, I push him back and huff an annoyed breath. 

“Connor, what the fuck?! You can’t just ask me to talk like a normal person?” I gripe out at him in a harsh tone. “Well, it’s not like you’re easy to get alone these days. What did you hire a male gigolo for the week?” I scoff offended. “Oh fuck off. He’s actually my boyfriend you jerk.” 

“Yeah, that guy? What did you find him in a hot topic catalog?” 

“You really are a piece of work. You come here with a beautiful Victoria’s Secret model but have the audacity to question my relationship? Fuck off Connor, You have made it pretty clear in your tweets that I’m nothing more than an obsessed coworker.” 

“Come on Phini, you know I didn’t mean that,” he says moving in closer and backing me up into the wall. “Get away from me Connor and don’t call me that,” I say and push him back, “we have an interview so get you’re shit together and try to keep it professional. If that’s a possibility for you.” I say walking away but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. “Come on Phini, I know you miss me, baby, There is no way he can make you feel good like me.” his grip on my arm is tight and hurts. “Let me go, Connor.” I try to move my arm but can’t get it out of his reach. 

“You don’t know how good you had it, now you’re with some new guy. Should have known you were just some whore, sleeping her way to the top.”  

“FUCK YOU LET ME GO CONNOR!” I yell louder and he reactively pushes me back against the wall. 

The commotion brings an audience of reporters from all over the room, Kelly from EW comes rushing to my side. “Seraphina, are you okay? What happened?” she asks as she helps me back up to my feet.

“She tripped,” Connor says and gives me a sharp glare. “Seraphina? Are you okay?” Kelly asks again and the sudden attention overwhelms me so I just give a small nod, “mmhm, I’m fine. It was just a trip.” 

You idiot, you’re just letting him get away with it? What’s wrong with you? You’re letting some guy push you around…

“Oscar-worthy performance” Kelly’s words ricochet through my brain. I quickly decided to bide my time, I won’t let his dramatic antics ruin this opportunity for me. I won’t be brought under by his immaturity. He will get what’s coming to him, I know it. 

 Because he’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing Connor and I are able to complete the Wired interview without any drama. We are actors after all. 

I get out of the conference rooms as fast as possible to meet back up with Jules and Folio so we can all grab a quick lunch before heading out to take a few pictures and the slopes. I get the opportunity to wear my pink ski suit. It looks so cute with my hair in two French braids. 

The photo-ob is cute, the cast of the movie all takes pictures in front of the snowy mountains and I even power through to take a few with Connor, fighting off the urge to push him over into the nearest pile of snow. 

Our director, Rachel McKnight, specifically asks me for a few photos and whispers in my ear, “Just don’t forget me in your acceptance speech. You are amazing.” she says softly and I fight back tears. “Of course, I couldn’t have done it without you,” I respond back to her. “Go have fun with your guy, he’s quite a looker.” 

I look off to the side and see Folio watching me with a small smile. I turn back to Rachel, my mouth forming a big grin, “he is isn’t he?” I agree. 

With the photo-ob done, we are free to ski at our leisure. “Alright let’s hit the slopes, sweetheart,” Folio says as I approach him and Jules. “Let’s go!” I cheer.

“You looked amazing Ser!” Jules remarks as we walk towards the lift together. “And Rachel asking you specifically for a photo! And not Connor! Amazing!!! I bet she wants a picture of you she can post it on Instagram when you win the Oscar!” I laugh and playfully push her, “stoooop, that would be insane, I can’t even think about that! Let’s just have a fun rest of our day.” 

“Agreed” Folio comments from my side, taking my hand in his as we get to the line to get on the ski lift. 

The rest of our afternoon is a blast, we take multiple runs and at one point Folio gets his skis tangled and tumbles into the snow. I approach him and try to keep the giggle I have brewing at bay. But he just looks so silly half buried in the sand. “Laughing? At a man fallen in the snow? What kind of a woman are you Ser?” he jokes and tosses a handful of soft snow at me. “I’m sorry, you just look so cute!” I say reaching out my hand to help him out.

“Oh really? Let’s see how it looks on you then,” he says and pulls me down into the snow right on top of him. “Oof! Oh, real funny Folio.” 

“Say cheese!” Jules says from above with her phone in her hand. 

“Cheese!!” we both say, smiling brightly despite wearing a full face cover and goggles. “Omg so cute! You gotta post this one Ser, sups adorable.” 

“Sups cute for sure!” Folio jokes while we climb back onto our feet and stretch for our final run. “What a crazy day!” I say once we reach the bottom of the hill and head back towards the resort for dinner.

Jules is quietly engrossed into whatever is on her phone as Folio and I continue ahead. I suddenly hear fastly approaching footsteps and Jules is calling out my name, “Ser! Ser! Oh my god! You have to see this!” she has wild eyes as she catches up to us with her phone stretched out in front of her. “Look !” she pushes the phone into my hands and as I’m asking “What is it?” I look down and see a darkly lit video of Conner and me, the volume is low but you can make out the growl in his voice and see the ferocity in his eyes. You can clearly make out when he calls me a whore and then see him push me into the wall. Folio looking at the video over my shoulder has gone completely still. 

“When did this happen Seraphina?”

#nick folio #folio #nick folio x ofc #original female character #folio x ofc #ofc #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #nick folio fanfiction #Nick folio fic #folio fic #bad omens rpf #rpf #nick folio rpf

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Seldom Self-care Sickness

Prompt: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you were pretty bad at looking after yourself when It came to getting work done. So much so you made yourself sick. But your girls love you all the same.

TW: fever, Flu, non-sexual nudity, implied sexual joke (just one), slight angst, traumatic past (mentioned)

A/N i feel like all my fics are kinda the same thing… im considering opening up requests once i figure out how to…

“honey your going to get sick if you don’t take breaks. love your working yourself into the ground.” Wanda cooed. you brushed the hair from your eyes and went back to work, huffing slightly.

“your probably worse than nat, my love, take a break and we can cuddle.” Wanda tried again.

nat huffed “shes defiantly worse than me at least i take breaks every once in a while.” Wanda shot nat a glare and she went back to typing out her mission report.

you knew they were right, you hadn’t slept or eaten or even stopped to pee lately. work was all you could think about. with the last mission you went on failing you felt the need to prove yourself. after hydra you had always had issues with self worth and work ethic. mainly you didn’t feel you had any. your worked yourself to the bone until your girls picked up the pieces, which they didn’t mind, after all they loved you. you had grown up on the ideology that in order to be valuable and loved you had to earn your keep. of course even a whole year after your rescue the things they taught you were hard to shake off.

“‘m fine wands i need to get this done anyway.” you sighed when she began massaging your shoulders feeling the pent up stress you held in your neck and back. you let your eyes drift shut for a second revealing in the idea of a break before they snapped open and you went back to work. Wanda sighed heavily and retreated back to the bedc to snuggle into nat. every once in a while she shot you a sad look but you huffed and continued writing out the reports.

“baby i brought you some water for a reason. you may want to work but you do need to drink.” Wanda cooed, and you placed down the pen with a bang, emptying the glass while holding Wanda’s eyes the whole time. you wiped you hand over the back of your mouth, replaced the glass on the table and picked up the pen again. Wanda sighed knowing you had at least had some water now which she supposed was better than nothing at all.

she had just began to doze off against Nat’s thigh when a sneeze startled her awake. you grinned sheepishly and waved a hand.

“Pollen count.” you said dismissively and Wanda shot a pointed look at the closed window.

“baby-“

“I need to work.” you cut her off.

“what you really need is to rest.” nat said without looking up from her own report.

“why don’t you harass Natasha for a bit Wanda.” you huffed the room feeling uncomfortably warm.

“because i know when to stop, unlike you.” nat shot back without any malice.

Wanda sighed and began to lazily trace patterns on Nat’s thigh which shivered under her touch. slowly she began to fall asleep again. only to, once again be woken by a sneeze. followed by another three. when you had stopped Wanda raised an eyebrow. she stood up wand walked over to your desk. hands on her hips. “right thats enough, come to bed or i’ll make you, your going to get sick one way or the other now and i don’t need you to be writing nonsense with a high fever.” upon closer look she saw the slight shaking you body was doing, open betrayal.

“right.” Wanda said sounding frustrated at your lack of response. swiftly she laid the back of her palm on your forehead before you could react she tutted.

you moaned at the feeling of cool skin against your fevered face, which felt like a fire was brewing. under your skin.

Wanda’s eyes went wide “baby.” she scolded “you have a fever, no wonder you don’t feel good.” she sighed using her hand to draw the sweaty hair from your face. her fingers tangling in the knots.

nat appeared by her side. she put one hand under your knees and another on your back as she scooped you up bridal style. she was concerned at your lack of protests as she did so and shot Wanda a worried look that was quickly returned. how had you gotten sick so fast? carefully Natasha deposited you on the bed and Wanda went to find a thermometer.

Nat brushed the hair from your face and your eyes fluttered shut in content.

“honey, you need to look after yourself better” she cooed her fingers carding your hair backwards.

“alright.” Wanda said reappearing with a small thermometer. “open” she said tapping a finger on your jaw. you glared but complied.

“good girl.” Wanda said using a finger to close your still open mouth after she slipped it under your tongue.

Wanda hummed and rummaged through the cupboards to find some medicine. “just in case your fevers high we might give you some medicine or even a shower.” your eyes lit up making her chuckle

“not that kind of shower my sweet. save that for when your better.” she winked. you slumped against Nat’s shoulder.

“aww your too cute when you pout baby.” she cooed. the thermometer beeped and she carefully took it out when you faced her. holding it away from you and Nat she read off the number.

“102.7” she said frowning at it. “baby thats too high.” she sighed.

“love you go start the shower and i’ll bring her in when your ready.” nat said as if you weren’t there. which in some ways you weren’t, your eyes had taken a glossy effect as you stared into space. but at the word shower you began squirming in Nat’s lap.

“shh shhh shhh” she cooed in your ear. “it’ll be ok, Wanda and I will be with you the whole time.” you knew from past experience how much a fever shower sucked and were under no compulsion to have another. nat scooped you up as Wanda called from the bathroom, the sound of running water coming through the door. you stopped wriggling in Nat’s arms and succumbed to your torture. going limo as nat shot you a sad look as if she felt sorry for you and you began pouting again.

“shh bubs its alright”

carefully she peel off your sweat soaked clothes and passed your shaking form to Wanda who set your feel down and pulled you flush to her front.

“aww its ok my sweet.” she cooed, running her hands through your wet hair. after a few minutes the shaking was less and Wanda was satisfied you weren’t as warm anymore, they helped you out of the shower. you were still clinging to Wanda while Nat dried you off with a fluffy towel. she helped you step into a pair of fluffy pj pants and into one of Wanda’s shirts. after you were dressed Nat carried you back to the bed so Wanda could get dressed herself.

carefully she set you down and pulled the thermometer out of the draw where Wanda had stashed it earlier.

“open up bubs.” she cooed and you did so with sad eyes.

you were nestled in a mountain of pillows when Wanda remerged and you made grabby hands for her. nat was laid by one side and Wanda by the other, you placed your cheek on her thigh and after a second your eyes drifted shut.

the beep surprised you and you felt Wanda’s fingers remove the stick from your mouth. she looked down at it and sighed.

“101.2 better but still not good.” Wanda looked at Nat who gestured to you, who was half asleep and struggling to keep your eyes open against Wanda’s thigh. you would close them before opening them suddenly only to blink for a few seconds before they slide shut again.

“go to sleep my love. we’ll be here. we’ll keep you safe.” Wanda cooed as Nat ran her hands through your damp hair.

the feeling of her fingers on your scalp drew you to sleep and soon the girls smiled at the soft snores they could hear coming from their tired and sick girlfriend.

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[snapnov4]

jjk men + acts of nonsexual intimacy !

wc: 684

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader

cw: tooth rotting fluff

authors note: i wanted to write something softer and more intimate so i settled on this! this was actually really fun to write so, as always, i hope you enjoy! <3

✯ gojo finds immense amounts of comfort in having his hands on you in any way shape or form. you being near him grounds him and makes him feel like less of a weapon and more like a person, so throughout the day you'll catch gojo tracing out designs on your skin, drawing shapes on the small of your back, and tracing lines up and down your arms. when he's feeling pouty or jealous he’ll trace his name out along your collar bone. sometimes you'll even find him tracing out the nonsense scribbles on you in his sleep. you'd think he'd want to hold your hand when you're out together but he commonly opts for just drawing shapes on your hand. he'll reach his arms across tables and seats to do it. even though you find it to be a little odd, consider it one of his many little ways of saying he loves you.

✯ at heart gojo is a softie, he tends to touch his nose to yours a lot. he likes how close he can get to you, simply pressing your noses together, he’ll close his eyes and sigh, and you can feel relaxation flow through his body, before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and continues about his day. he likes when you cuddle face to face so he can touch his nose to yours. he often greets you by pressing your noses together. if he's away on a mission the first thing he does when he gets back is press your noses together, before kissing you until you're breathless but that's another story. if you notice him having a bad day just press your nose to his and tell him it's okay, he'll brighten up immediately.

✯ geto loves when you wash his hair especially after a hard day, he’ll sit back and let you comb your fingers through his hair gently. he’s thankful that you've memorized the extensive and meticulous routine he has for his hair, down to the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner to use. and in turn if you're having a bad day he’ll wash yours too. even if your hair isn't as “high maintenance” (your words not geto’s) as his, he hopes you feel the same amount of comfort he does. it's his favorite way to wind down. your heart swells every time you see him close his eyes and sigh a breath of relief.

✯ geto also loves a handwritten note. if he leaves before you he’ll leave you a small note. his handwriting is languid and flows easily but he sucks at drawing, so you'll frequently wake up to a note on your bedside table that reads “left early today, i love you” with a messily drawn heart beside his name. you don't know if he's aware that he draws the most god awful hearts on the planet, but you can see where he's erased them trying to get it right, geto knows the effort he puts into his hearts on every note, birthday card, and gift he gives you, so geto swallows his pride and tries to get the heart right every time.

✯ nanami loves a home cooked meal. after working all day, he's usually too tired to cook anything, which resulted in him moving further and further away from his favorite home cooked meals and more towards anything he can make quickly and easily. that is until you come around, then he has someone to cook for, and to cook with. nanami loves when you two cook together, in any capacity. he’s happy when you chop the vegetables while he prepares the stove, or when you wash the dishes as he finishes using them, or when he's cooking for the both of you and you run into the kitchen to wrap your arms around him. nanami wouldn't trade a sharing home cooked meal with you for anything in the world.

✯ nanami can’t sleep without you beside him. he finds it extremely hard to doze off if he can't wrap his arms around you or simply feel your presence in bed next to him. anytime you get up throughout the night he always wakes up and waits for you to come back to bed. if you happen to leave town he’ll sleep on your side of bed. if he has to leave however, he’ll often call you before bed, in hopes that hearing your voice will soothe him to sleep. he’ll let you talk about your day and sometimes you can hear him softly snoring on the other end of the call. if nanami has a particularly jarring day, he’ll often lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, falling asleep knowing you're here and you're breathing and your heart is beating helps him more than you'll ever know.

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #kento nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk x you #vela writes #vela is a softie #vela loves gojo #vela loves geto #vela loves nanami

[sky-kiss]

A/N: Have writer’s block on my actual story so bad I wanna punch an emu. This is for me lol. This is self-serving. Bad ending, murder ending, sad times, everyone is miserable in Hell ending. 

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RxF!Tav/Durge: Hopeless

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"How on earth did you survive this place?" 

The spirit arches a brow. He doesn't say a damned thing; he lingers by the window of the little shack. He feels nothing at all, drifting outside the confines of her body. She thinks that's why he's left. It's more enjoyable to watch her suffer. 

Joi frowns and pulls her knees close to her chest, hungry for warmth—the tiefling longs for the fires of Avernus, any other Hell. Gods above and below, Stygia would prove a welcome change of pace. But Cania? Cania is miserable, misery. 

And Raphael survived it. Thrived for so many centuries.

And you brought that to an ignominious end, didn’t you, pet?

"You can't stay mad at me forever," she whines, perfectly aware that he can. He's been silent for the better part of a half year now, speaking up only to bark orders or demand control of her body. Raphael scowls, turning away. 

She's not made for silence, certainly not for this crushing loneliness. It feels like hooks in her flesh and spirit, dragging her downwards. Joi longs for laughter, for life, for anything other than fucking stillness. The bhaalspawn drags a hand through her hair and bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. At least it's something, a feeling, more than just cold. 

"I hate it here," she spits, petulant and angry. 

"Then why did you come, little mouse? To complain? You've done that well enough." 

His voice is rough from disuse. Joi glares at his back, looking away. What's there left to say? The apology rings hollow. She won't mean it. Baldur's Gate needed saving. The cambion refused to budge. An unstoppable force, an immovable object…no coexistence…

She sighs, tail curling around her ankle. She's cold. So miserably cold. "To…make things right, I suppose." 

"Pretty words to right your spot of butchery? Charming." At least he's looking at her, still handsome; Joi drops her eyes. Looking at him is…difficult. The spirit's flesh is rent as it was at death: jagged tears in his flesh, courtesy of the slayer's claws. "We could have been friends, allies." 

"Why the Hells do you think I'm here? I want to make it right. I'm trying." 

And there's the insane voice in the back of her head, pleading, desperate, wishing for so many things. Never that she could change what was; it had to happen. Instead, she wishes either could give an inch towards reaching an understanding—a fool's dream.

Raphael holds his head high, wings fluttering in a nonexistent breeze. "Empty words." 

She wants to scream. Or shake him. Instead, barely a whisper, she says, "Please, come back to me. I'm cold." He's warmer, even as a spirit; he's the only warmth she's felt in this Hell. 

The muscles in his jaw tense, wanting to fight for the sake of it. Raphael screws up his nose, shoulders pulling taut, only to finally relax. He strides across the room, fingers curling around her wrist, not integrating back into her, not entirely. Raphael likes this freedom. Instead, he settles back into her furs, motioning for her to come nearer. Joi does, pulling the furs up around her chin. 

The weight of his wings and arm over her is an illusion. The gust of his breath along the underside of her jaw is just the fabrication of a touch-starved mind. Joi shivers.

"Don't mistake this for a ceasefire," he grumbles. "Your value to me ends the moment we reach Nessus." 

"Of course." Warm. Blessedly warm. Joi pretends to thread their fingers together. "Would it mean anything? If I said I was sorry?"

The spirit's fingers ghost up her forearm, nose tucking in her hair. He thinks for a long while. In that space, she lies to herself: he's considering, struggling, they can grow, they can…

But he shakes his head, voice hard. "No, mouse. Nothing at all." 

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael x oc #raphael x durge #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my writing #oc: joi #woops #bad ending

[1moreff-creator]

DRDT Characters’ Quirks and Roles (BNHA AU)

I made a typo one time calling Hope’s Peak “UA”, so now I have to course correct. In other words, here’s the quirks (essentially superpowers for the uninformed) I think the DRDT cast would have if they were in BNHA, and what roles they would play in the story! Well, this was originally just going to be quirks, but I got carried away and now I have a whole AU. How did this happen.

Get ready for somewhat clear favoritism, especially 1-B supremacy.

Btw, I know DRDT characters are older than high schoolers, but I’m still making them first years so they can fit better in the narrative. And pretend hero course classes have a different number of students allowed. Oh, and I will use first names for DRDT characters and last names for BNHA characters, don’t @ me.

(This is way longer than it should be)

Xander: Rebel Heart

(He can’t stand to do nothing)

Whenever he perceives something he deems an injustice, his eye(s) begins glowing and his strength grows exponentially! Over time, he’s learnt to activate it on command by simply remembering injustices he’s seen. (Credit to @accirax for the idea! Tagging them 'cause they said they wanted to read this if I ever made it)

However, if he loses his temper too much, his body will begin using hysteric strength, which can damage his muscles and bones. Not to the extent of Midoriya, but still pretty bad.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-A. He did not like the stunt Aizawa pulled in the quirk apprehension test. Keep away from Bakugo at all costs. He constantly clashes with people like Iida and Yaoyorozu on ideals, and loves to argue. His enthusiasm does draw in people like Kirishima, Ashido, etc. He's essentially an honorary member of the Bakusquad, but Bakugo and him avoid each other a bit too much for Xander to truly be a member.

He originally joined UA just to ‘fight the bad guys’ and save people, but quickly gets convinced the Hero System is in desperate need for reform, and wants to revolutionize it from within. Over the course of the year(s), he adds people to his cause to completely overhaul the system.

Hero name: Revolution

(Thus starts the trend of me being bad at names)

Charles: Atomic Rearrangement

(Weakness is to be conquered, not ignored)

By touching an object, he can remove electrons, protons and neutrons from its atoms to change its chemical makeup, as well as rearrange the object’s molecular structure! He can later use the removed particles to create small electric shocks, or add them to another object and change its chemical makeup.

(I don’t think that’s how this would work, but pretend with me)

Common tricks include creating carbon-only weapons from the oxygen in the air, though he prefers creating carbon alloys with oxygen and stuff from his hero costume; reducing oxygen to hydrogen and blowing it up with a shock, a la Bakugo (he has to be careful, since he doesn’t have as much blast resistance as the other); vaporizing walls, weapons and armor by reducing their components to noble gasses; among others.

However, his quirk takes a toll on his mind, simply due to the effort of keeping track of the sheer number of particles he manipulates. He can generally fight without much focus, but he gets sloppy after too much use and can even lose the ability to speak for a while. He has lapses in memory when he really overdoes it. It’s a bit like Kaminari, but toned way down, and also, he resents the comparison.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-A. He began with an elitist attitude, only considering a few of his classmates to have have truly heroic quirks. He’s quickly humbled as his hemophobia becomes a problem since the very first time Midoriya uses his quirk. He has to work hard to be able to fight when blood’s involved, but he learns quickly. He gets better over time, in part thanks to his hero costume’s goggles blocking out the red color of blood to help him, but he still prefers his fights as bloodless as possible.

He ends up becoming quite well-liked after that bad first impression. Kaminari and Ashido constantly bother and prank him, but he's still first choice when they struggle with Chemistry. Todoroki and him enjoy just sorta existing near each other. Yaoyorozu and him regularly talk about chemicals no one but them even knows how to pronounce.

1-B and 1-A have a much closer relation in this AU (you'll see why), but the amount of time Charles spends with 1-B is still surprising. Until you realize Whit is in 1-B, and then it makes more sense.

Hero Name: Elemental

(I swear these get better)

Ace: Cavalry

(An unsure jockey will always move forward, but it will be the horse who chooses the path)

(Disclaimer: I know nothing about jockeying)

If he puts his legs over any object, in the same way one would put their legs over a horse, the object will begin flying forwards or backwards (he chooses) at great speeds, like a horse! Or, perhaps more accurately, a witch’s broom. Ace prefers horses for the explanation because as scary as they are, they’re less scary than witches.

His main trick involves jumping and bending his knees, which will trick his quirk into activating on his pants. As soon as he does, his speed will instantly increase to that of a good horse’s top speed, but given enough space to accelerate, he can even rival Hawks. This allows him to quickly and erratically reposition himself in battle, and kicking while flying at these speeds is his most usual form of attack. This leads to an extremely unorthodox, yet weirdly effective fighting style, where Ace constantly swings back and forth in the battlefield, kicking like a wild horse.

(I am not good at coming up with quirks)

UA Hero Course student, class 1-B. But you think he wants to be a hero? Fuck no! That’s scary! But it’s what everyone told him he’d be good at, and he doesn’t want to disappoint them. He hates fighting and especially practicing, which is what makes his actual ability so strange.

He’s really good at both fighting and rescue, despite never wanting to practice for either. He even managed to grab everyone’s headbands during the cavalry battle of the first year Sports Fest, and kept them until the end! That one was awkward. The organizers had to make a tie-breaker game on the fly; 5 people from class A made it through, alongside Shinso, and the rest of the final 16 was all class 1-B, since Ace’s group was just people from his class.

The Common Sense Kings constantly bother him, he's fun to prank. Regularly receives Kendo neck chops. Monoma doesn't like Ace's quirk all that much, and Ace takes that as a point of pride. He will get punched by Kamakiri one day.

Deathly terrified by Pony Tsunotori.

Hero Name: Blowout

(I swear that's a real jockeying term)

Arei: Bowling Queen

(Because that’s what heroes do)

When she touches any object below a certain weight limit with her left hand, she can change its shape to match the size and shape of a bowling ball. She can additionally throw this ball with extreme strength and precision. Doesn’t work on things in direct contact with a person (read: clothes). She carries small marbles on her hero costume to expand into a bowling ball size and destroy her enemies. No real drawback, her arm just gets tired from throwing too much shit.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-B. She goes through a similar arc as she does in the killing game, but with Kendo comforting her instead of David when she breaks down at Eden’s niceness. She does actually get the chance to make it up to her, and she promises to buy support gear from her and only her for as long as she’s a hero. It’s the best support gear out there anyways (according to Arei, at least), so if anyone has any problems with it, they can eat a bowling ball.

Apart from that, she gets along with class B once she becomes nicer. Tokage and her in particular are a menace together. They also occassionally go bowling as a class, and she destroys everyone.

Hero Name: Strikeout

(I hope I’m not fucking up the bowling terminology and this isn’t bad. It just sounds better than ‘striker’ or something)

Rose: Photographic Memory

(An eye for details)

She can perfectly remember everything she’s ever seen, down to the most minute detail, and notice even extremely minor shifts in how things look!

UA Support Course student, class 1-H. She is the early warning system for Hatsume’s explosions (when she’s paying attention, anyways), since she can spot any malfunctions pretty much instantly. Her quirk incidentally allows her to perfectly visualize the things she wants to make, and her artistic abilities let her make incredible sketches. Only issue is she’s a bit of a perfectionist, and absentminded as always, but she’s one of the best students in the Support Course first year.

Eden's her friend, and usually drags her along to talk to the Hero Course. Rose likes hanging out with them, but is usually exhausted after spending too much time there. Rose, Todoroki and Kodai understand each other on a fundamental level, no need to speak.

Support Codename: Photographic Forger

(Get it? Forging like metal and copying art? What? What do you mean support codenames aren’t a thing?)

Hu: Metamorphosis

(Yearning for change; let the future always be brighter than the past)

At will, she can transform parts of her body into those of a giant butterfly. However, she becomes extremely tired if she uses the quirk too much.

+She can manifest large butterfly wings made of pure energy (they go through clothes because I said so). By default, they're neon green, but she can change their color at will, which can be useful for visual communication, among other applications. She can fly with these wings, and with training, she can choose to either fly straight and effectively, or fly with the erratic turbulence butterflies usually do, to make her movements harder to predict.

+She can manifest an extra set of arms under her standard two. These are also made of energy and can go through clothes (can you tell I have a grudge on certain women's quirks), but they always have a neon green outline and are see-through. Obviously useful.

+She can manifest compound eyes over her regular ones, though it's advised she closes her human baseline eyes before doing so. This grants her a 360ª field of vision, and the ability to see UV light.

+She can manifest antennae, granting her extra sensory abilities, mainly in smell and the ability to feel nearby disturbances in the air.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-A. She gets on extremely well with Yaoyorozu, Shoji, Tokoyami, and basically anyone else in that class who doesn’t shout all the time (so like three people), but she’s nice to everyone for the most part. Zither playing is a hobby, but she's obviously extremely good at it, and thus she was part of the Culture Festival band.

Hero Name: Lepidoptera

(I know that’s boring, but it sounds cool)

Eden: Clockwork

(Take your time; you will hear the clock chime again)

She can alter the flow of time on any inanimate object she touches, but only one object can be affected at a time! This effectively means she can slow down or speed up anything. However, whatever effect she applies, the opposite applies to her: she slows down when she speeds something up, and speeds up when she slows something down. She can’t fully reverse time. The gears in her eyes turn when she uses her quirk.

She typically uses Clockwork to test out support gear, slowing them down to observe how they work and what issues they may have, or speeding them up to see how they react to prolonged use.

UA Support Course student, class 1-H. Hatsume worries her sometimes, but they have a ‘blast’ (or several) designing support items together! Their energy cannot be contained when they’re in the mood. Eden establishes a great relationship with Arei after a tumultuous start, but she also gets along well with several Hero Course first years and of course Rose and Levi.

Support Codename: Hourglass

Nico: Mammalian Encyclopedia

(In the end, we are naught but animals)

They can change parts of their body (but never their entire body) to match any mammal they’re aware of! Well, except other primates for some reason. However, their mental faculties and instincts change to more closely match those of the species they transform into, so it’s generally recommended they stick to highly intelligent and non-aggressive species. Their favorites are felines of any kind, however. Also, they get permanent cat ears and whiskers, even if they completely change their head to match another animal.

Their main weapon is using bear paws and jaguar teeth; you sort of don’t need much more than that usually, and those two are intelligent enough to where Nico can suppress predatory instincts from the jaguar. However, their repertoire is immense; horses for kicks, lynx for vision, bats for echolocation and flight, cheetahs for speed (though they have to be particularly careful not to destroy their energy reserves), the list goes on.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-A. They instantly got along with Koda for obvious reasons, and quite quickly got adopted into the 'quiet kid' club. Great friends with Hu, of course. In fact, she helped them figure out how to fly as a bat, since they always struggled with that. Bats aren't very smart.

They hate water, a lot, but they’re actually one of the best in sea rescues alongside Asui. The orca may just be their best transformation, even though since they can’t do full body and always end up looking more like a mermaid. Still, echolocation, strength, speed and practically unimpaired mind make them the only real threat to Asui in water exercises. They also have hippos for lower water level floods, but they’re… dumber. And way too aggressive to be viable for long.

Actually, aggressiveness is a real use. They never go too far with classmates, but they have gotten quite close to killing quite a few villains. The rumors they even tried to kill 1-B student Ace at one point don’t help them.

Sometimes gets the urge to eat Nedzu. Nedzu is slightly scared.

Hero Name: Fauna

Whit: Cupid’s Arrow

(A match made in heaven)

By kissing the air, he can choose to shoot an arrow made of energy, its tip shaped like a heart and leaving a heart shaped trail. When two arrows impact two different targets (be it objects or people), they will be attracted to one another as if pulled by a magnetic force. The effect will wear off when the targets touch, and they will be immune to Cupid’s Arrow for a few seconds after. Overuse of this quirk can lead to acute heartaches and arrhythmia, and may have permanently damaged Whit’s cardiovascular system there is nothing Whit’s classmates have to worry about, he’s perfectly fine :)

UA Hero Course student, class 1-B. One of the driving forces for the two classes being closer than in canon BNHA. They still love to bother Charles the most, but when he’s not around, Monoma, Kuroiro, Shiozaki, Ace, among others, are great targets for puns and teasing. Whit is dubbed a Common Sense King alongside Awase, Tsuburaba, Kaibara and Rin.

Whit may or may not have a cousin with a quirk which magnetizes people based on gender. This cousin may or may not have disappeared a few years before Whit got to UA. Magne from the League of Villains may or may not have had a cousin with a quirk related to shooting heart-tipped arrows by blowing kisses. The Summer Camp attack may or may not have gotten awkward when Magne and Whit met.

Hero Name: Cupid

J: Lights Show

(The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows)

She can perfectly control photons in a radius around her! Sounds simple, but she’s essentially a walking flash-bang, smoke screen, flare system, etc. However, she mostly fights by concentrating light at her fingertips and launching lasers intense enough to create small explosions where they strike; and perhaps even more impressively, by manipulating photons to act as particles for long enough to work as solid matter. Weapons of pure light are one thing, but her mobility and defense thanks to light platforms and shields is impressive.

UA Hero Course Recommendation student, class 1-A (they get three recommendation students per class because I said so). She was recommended by her mom, pro hero Mariabella Rosales, but she hides this from her classmates as long as possible. Yaoyorozu and Todoroki knew, but didn’t say anything until the Sports Festival, where her true name was called out in front of everyone, and all eyes where on her.

Despite her quirk and lineage, she actually wants to go underground. She likes Aizawa pretty much instantly, even after the quirk apprehension fiasco. The same way canon J doesn’t like egocentric actors, BNHA AU J hates flashy heroes. She even has a grudge against All Might, though it slowly goes away as she spends more time around him. Her and Todoroki get along from shared Endeavor hate, though.

She is one of the people most on board with Xander’s idea of revolution of the system, since she’s seen the flaws firsthand. Lots of political drama ends up having her orbiting around, but always just out of the public eye.

Hero Name: J

(She doesn’t see a point of making it more complicated than that, since she’ll be underground and all that)

Veronika: Living Nightmare

(But is it selfish to have fun?)

She can cause people in a certain, mid-range radius around her to hallucinate vividly. Auditory hallucinations are the least energy consuming for her to do, but visual and olfactory aren’t exactly difficult either. Her eyes swirl wildly as she uses her quirk (think trial 1 Komaeda reveal), and her vision even becomes blurry if she puts in a lot of effort at once.

If she doesn’t concentrate, the hallucinations default to horrifying effects such as harsh whispers, large shadows, monsters, bright eyes, darkness, blood, death, etc. If she actually tries, she can fine tune them to be extremely effective. Sounds of opponent teammates shouting for help, “cloning” herself to confuse her opponent, temporarily blinding them with quick flashes of nothing but black, not to mention what she can do if she learns any trauma her opponent may have.

When her quirk awakens, she can even induce tactile hallucinations, though they take much, much more effort than the others. However, it’s worth it; she can make her opponents hallucinate being burned alive, frozen to death, electrocuted, stabbed, all of which they could actually feel. Fighting Veronika becomes nearly impossible without inhuman pain tolerance or a quirk to help resist her tactile hallucinations.

Overuse causes migraines first, but quickly causes her eyes to bleed and for her to cough up blood. Veronika has ridiculously high pain tolerance in this universe, though, so she can fight effectively even while in excruciating pain. But her quirk has… another drawback.

You see, her quirk causes her to hallucinate as well, if she doesn’t use it for a while. This gets especially bad when she’s bored. She despises boredom so much, her body instinctively gives itself horrible hallucinations just to entertain itself. But, these hallucinations can be so vivid, Veronika can act irrationally when afflicted by them.

Had she gotten help early in her life, she really could have lived normally. Her hallucinations would have been manageable, and she may have been just another horror-obsessed girl.

The problem is, she didn’t get the help she needed. Mental health protection systems in the BNHA universe are notoriously lacking. So… you know Toga’s backstory? That the lack of systemic support for her led her to lose control and murder a classmate? Veronika ended up doing something similar to her, if not worse. I’ll let you imagine the details.

The point is, after she broke definitively, society certainly wouldn’t accept her back, so she ran away and became and outcast… until she found Stain’s ideals interesting.

Yep! In this AU, Veronika ends up as a member of the League of Villains! Not because of her condition, mind you, but because it wasn’t treated properly. You didn’t think all these people would be on the heroes’ side, did you?

Well, if you were worried about Veronika’s quirk being overpowered, there’s your explanation. LoV members tend to get stronger quirks to balance out their lower numbers.

Besties with Toga and Twice, naturally. They bond over the systemic failures which led them to where they are. Toga... realistically may end up developing a crush once she sees Veronika crying and coughing blood after using her quirk. It may be reciprocated.

She always analyses the League’s trauma, as expected, and it seriously pisses Dabi off. Although he’s lowkey scared she’s eventually going to find out his identity. She receives the most disintegration threats from Shigaraki, and she wears that as a badge of honor. Spinner is scared of her. Guess who forces the League to watch horror movie marathons?

She had never intentionally killed before joining the League, which causes her to hesitate with it in her first few missions. But after the Meta Liberation arc, when her quirk awakens, she gets rid of the hesitation. Keep in mind, she's much stronger than she looks. She also briefly joined the Haissaikai when Toga and Twice were sent there too, which made the raid a lot more horrifying than it originally was.

Hero Villain Name: Phobia

David: Starry-Eyed

(A beacon of hope)

His pupils turn into stars when he smiles. :)

UA General Education student, class 1-C. He’s the most famous person in the class, as he still creates his motivational speeches in this universe. After all, his quirk is pretty inoffensive, all things considered. Teruko doesn’t like him, and Shinso thinks there’s something off about him as well, but everyone else in his class adores him.

Although he didn’t make it past the race in the Sports Festival, it did make the Hero Course notice him, and a few of the students there, such as Xander, recognized him. He hangs out with the Hero Course a lot after that, and they love him there. Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Kaminari, Midoriya, Hagakure, Fukidashi, Shoda, and more; all big fans of his speeches.

Overall, he just lives a pretty standard life.

Hero Name: N/A

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But you don’t really believe all that, do you?

David: Starstruck

(An abyss of despair)

His pupils turn into stars when he smiles. If someone looks him in the eyes while his quirk is active, they will believe anything he says with absolutely no question, as long as it doesn’t contradict their core beliefs too much. Admittedly, that limitation is so vague, not even David has any idea where the limit actually is, but he works around it. The afflicted person must be using both their eyes when looking at David’s for the quirk to work, but Starstruck can even fool other quirks such as Lie Detector. (Credit to @accirax for the idea!)

The reason his quirk is officially listed under ‘Starry-eyed’ is that he fooled the quirk registry people into thinking his quirk really was nothing more than his pupils turning into stars. He originally did it so people wouldn’t be scared of him, but now it’s a good way to cover his… less than legal practices.

Key member of the Meta Liberation Army, later Paranormal Liberation Front. He plays a similar role to Trumpet, an important public figure who secretly helps the MLA. Officially, he helps because he wants people to reach their “full potential”, motivational speaker and all that. His real motivations are unknown, but some speculate he simply wants to be as famous and appreciated as possible, and to do that he needs to be able to reveal what his quirk really is without much backlash, thus he needs Meta Liberation. So he just wants people's love.

(Please, it's so hard to figure out David's motivations-)

He was not present during the MLA-LoV war, however, as his position as an UA alum was deemed too important to risk just for a little bit of backup in a war the MLA was sure to win anyways. When that doesn’t happen, David tries to talk to the League members now in the PLF, but they’re never allowed to see eye to eye for some reason.

(Unbeknownst to him, All for One had been interested in his quirk since it got originally diagnosed, before he made the consultants change it. The eyeless AfO quickly realized he had no use for Starstruck, but David was deemed enough of a threat for the big bad to tell Kurogiri and Shigaraki about the quirk)

David tries to manipulate as many people as he can in Gen Ed, and is annoyed because Shinso and Teruko don't seem to be affected by Starstruck for some reason. He suspects Shinso's quirk gives him a natural resistance to brainwashing-like quirks, but he can't figure out why Teruko is unaffected.

(Turns out, it's actually Teruko's prosopagnosia fucking with the quirk)

However, his ideals are shaken by UA, more specifically, Xander. See, because Xander only has one eye, he’s immune to Starstruck, yet he still likes David. And the way he speaks of his ideals, with such unshakable conviction…

Well. Let’s say if Xander’s revolution ever needs a man in the PLF, someone might be willing to help.

MLA Codename: Megaphone

Min: A+

(Mistakes are meant to be corrected)

She can instantly spot any mistakes anyone in her sight makes, and her quirk also warns her whenever something she’s about to do is a mistake. However, for something to be considered a mistake, she must be able to properly explain why it’s a mistake, meaning she has needed to study a ridiculous amount of battle theory for her quirk to activate in any given fight. To accommodate for the overwhelming amount of information she receives at any given moment, her mind also processes information significantly faster than the average.

(Does this quirk make any sense? No? I don’t care)

As her quirk isn’t physical, she relies on more basic weapons and fighting styles. She is regretfully not allowed a gun yet (even though her quirk says it’s a mistake not to let her have it), but she does have a powerful and compact paintball gun for now. She’s surprisingly effective with it, seeing as she literally cannot miss (her quirk warns her when she would, and she adjusts). Other weapons include a taser, hyper density seals (inspired by Nighteye), grappling gun, retractable baton, and a switchblade she keeps hidden in a pen.

Don’t let her simple fighting style deceive you, though. If there is a single flaw in your strategy, she will exploit it to the maximum. If you attack her and leave a way to dodge, she will. There is no easy way to fool her or distract her, as she makes no mistakes (usually). However, forcing her into a situation where she has to make a mistake (all options are bad), she can be quickly overwhelmed and frozen in indecision.

UA Hero Course recommendation student, class 1-B. No one knows who recommended her, and she’s weirdly tight-lipped about it. Todoroki suspects it was Nedzu (no one believes him, but he may have a point). She’s one of the main reasons classes A and B have such a good relationship, as she deemed it a mistake to antagonize each other. That said, with her as a tutor, class B tends to massively outperform class A, as all their mistakes are quickly corrected.

Elected class rep originally, but she deemed it a mistake to let anyone but Kendo take the position, so Min is the vice-rep. She gets along with everyone in her class, but particularly likes to talk about dinosaurs with Tokage, philosophy with Shiozaki and Yanagi, mushrooms with Komori, literature with Shishida and Kuroiro, and especially insects with Kamakiri and Yanagi again. She’s very knowledgeable.

Min has a secret, however. Although she usually acts as if her quirk is all-knowing, that’s only because doubting her quirk is deemed a mistake… by her quirk. Because of that, most people don’t question it either. However, Min herself doubts her quirk in more complex topics such as the Hero system, and even disagrees with it at times. Her quirk is weirdly obsessed with the status quo, and Min suspects that’s where it gets a lot of things wrong.

However, publicly she never defies her quirk, which makes her clash with Xander pretty much constantly. He’s the only one who absolutely does not trust A+ on anything but the most objective facts. Min sort of admires that, even though it usually ends in Xander doing stupid things she had warned him were stupid in the first place.

(Other times, though, Min finds herself correcting the mistakes in Xander’s arguments not to prove him wrong, but to make the arguments stronger. Maybe they agree on more than they realize)

Hero Name: Straight Ace

Arturo: Perfectionist

(Imperfection isn’t ugliness; some have yet to learn this)

By closing one of his eyes, Arturo can immediately spot imperfections. His left eye spots aesthetic imperfections, his right practical imperfections. One of them is significantly more useful for combat, I’ll let you guess which one. This applies to both objects and people; with his right eye, he can spot both structural weak points in buildings and things like robots, as well as weak areas of a person’s body, quirk or fighting style. This does not require previous knowledge, which actually makes it a powerful aid for A+. Arturo finds the weaknesses, Min knows how to exploit them.

Like Min, his fighting style is quite basic, but centered around intelligence. He also carries a taser and a short-range sharp weapon on the form of a scalpel (no one but him knows why the hell he chose a scalpel), but he prefers to use long range weapons so as to not risk disfigurement in combat as much. Guns aren’t elegant enough for him, so he has a wrist mounted crossbow he uses to shoot specialized arrows, equipped with a laser pointer to shoot precisely. It seems somewhat inoffensive, until you remember he knows exactly where to shoot to make it hurt as much as possible.

(Listen, I didn’t know what to do with him, alright? This is the best I got)

UA Hero Course student, class 1-B. After all, since Min helped tone down the class rivalry and Monoma is actually normal, class B needed a few more mentally unstable people. Arturo considers heroism (read: fame and glory) inherently beautiful, but he still thinks all his classmates are ugly as sin. Yaoyorozu and J post-reveal he would consider beautiful, but, well, I put him in class B for a reason.

Apart from that, he considers a few of his teachers as “beautiful people”, namely Midnight, Present Mic, and All Might. Yes, even after the Kamino fight. All Might just has that effect on people. Other examples are Edgeshot, Miruko, Ryukyu, Hawks, the list goes on.

You may be wondering how his idea of conventional beauty interacts with heteromorphic transformations. The answer’s simple: even people who greatly diverge from the human baseline can be beautiful, though most are no prettier than the average. Kamui Woods is an example of someone Arturo considers beautiful, for instance.

In fact, the most aesthetically perfect person Arturo knows is Wash. No, you don’t get to ask.

Naturally, most of his classmates dislike or straight up hate him at first, but it smooths out over the course of the year. Mainly because Kendo is just too insistent on everyone getting along, and Arturo has enough self-preservation instinct not to mess with her. Also, Tokage and Honenuki have enough connections with the hero world that he decides to put up with them, ugly as they are.

Shiozaki still periodically warns him he’ll go to hell, but he doesn’t really care. The Common Sense Kings constantly fuck with him because he gives great reactions. He also has a surprising amount of medical knowledge, which proves extremely useful, enough so that a lot of his classmates are able to put up with him when Min’s not around.

This medical knowledge also inspires Yanagi to show him movies like ‘Human Centipede’. Because Veronika isn’t here, but he still can’t escape the horror fanatics.

Oh, yeah, Veronika. They meet in Summer Camp, and she almost kills him, but hesitates and doesn't. She haunts his dreams after that, but something about her makes him want to… save her. Or something. I like Verturo, okay? Even though Toga might kill that ship.

Hero Name: Utopia

(That good enough? Not really, but we’re going with it)

Levi: Thread Weaver

(Weaving a protective net, so that no one has to suffer)

He can control threads and fibers near him with immaculate precision! However, they move rather slowly, and the quirk has a strict limit on how much material can be affected at a time. Essentially Best Jeanist’s Fiber Master, except weaker but more precise. No relation to the hero, though.

He can use this quirk to interweave regular fabric with protective fibers far more effectively than any other human or any machine could, making the hero costumes he designs particularly sturdy and durable.

UA Support Course student, class 1-H. His mysterious, dark past is the reason he didn’t pursue heroism, although he still wanted to protect people. With his quirk, he decided the best way to protect others would be by protecting the heroes with essentially armored costumes.

People originally went to him just to reinforce their costumes, but Levi is still the Ultimate Personal Stylist. That means he has better fashion sense than anyone in UA, especially the Hero Course students. Word of his skill quickly spreads, and soon he becomes the consultant for practically all things hero costumes. If you want a gadget or complex mechanical item, you can ask Hatsume or Eden or Rose, but for costumes, you go to this guy.

No matter how good someone’s costume is, not only can Levi reinforce it, but also give advice on how to make it look better. Sometimes he simply reassured the customer their costume is excellent, as was the case with Komori, Kaminari, Kendo, among others. Other times, they aren’t that interested in aesthetics, such was the case of Tokoyami, Kuroiro, Jirou and J. Occasionally, people take his good-natured advice as a personal insult, like Bakugo, Kamakiri and Ace (though Ace still listens, at least). And every now and then…

Every now and then, Levi wants to strangle whoever the hell approved some of these costumes. This king will give Momo and Toru actually decent costumes, you will not stop him.

Support Codename: Needle and Thread

Teruko: Desperate Misfortune

(She makes everything worse)

A passive, reality bending ability, which causes exceedingly unlikely events to constantly occur around her. It follows seven core axioms.

The events originated from this quirk will always be considered extremely bad luck by the user. This can range from simply making Teruko prone to paper cuts all the way to seriously endangering her life.

The quirk acts on individual instances. Once an incident occurs as a result of this quirk, another unlucky event won’t happen until an indeterminate amount of time has passed.

The effects of this quirk cannot be predicted. It does not follow a proper logic, so no amount of analysis will be able to prepare for it. Even other quirks like Foresight are unable to see its effects ahead of time.

The quirk is pervasive and affects everyone around Teruko. In other words, when she’s around, unfortunate events can happen to everyone in the general area.

It comes without warning. An unfortunate event can happen without Teruko noticing, leading to a seeming “stacking” of bad luck. For example, if she gets invited to a summer camp that’s about to be attacked by villains, the invitation itself may be considered bad luck, opening the possibility of further misfortune happening after the attack begins without interfering with axiom 2.

The quirk is immutable, and cannot be interacted with. It cannot be erased, destroyed, rewound out of existence, taken, given away, copied, analyzed, among many other things.

Teruko Tawaki cannot die, no matter what. Upon being put in a perilous situation, all other axioms will be nullified until Teruko’s life is no longer at risk. Instead, her fortune will swing the other way, and the universe itself will tilt on its axis to keep her alive. Lightning, earthquakes, whirlwinds, meteorite strikes, spontaneous combustion of anyone attacking her, the list goes on. Unlikely, even outright impossible events will happen simultaneously until Teruko’s continued survival is guaranteed. In these situations, her luck is simply divine.

UA General Studies Course student, class 1-C. Teruko, a hero, with her luck? Yeah, no chance. However, that doesn’t mean she escapes the plot. She somehow manages to be at the USJ and Summer Camp incidents, hell, she was visiting Kamino the day of All Might’s retirement and almost got killed by All for One. She was kidnapped by the yakuza at one point, and was about to be killed by them. Guess when Nighteye conveniently found a guy who he could Foresight the Shie Haissaikai’s location out of. She cannot escape her protagonist role, evidently.

Incidentally, that means she ends up hanging out with the Hero Course more than Gen Ed, since she manages to be in the middle of every traumatic thing that happens to them. Min’s A+ doesn’t see it as a mistake to hang out with her, meaning the students of 1-A and 1-B are the only people who feel comfortable having her around.

(Teruko doesn’t say it, but she very much thinks A+ is wrong about her. She blames axiom 6 for not letting her quirk be properly analyzed by Min’s)

They mostly interact once the dorms are formed, and they get to spend the days together. However, it’s usually better to keep her away from Bakugo and Todoroki, since they’re essentially walking fire hazards together. Midoriya is fascinated by her quirk, since it’s nothing like anything he’d ever seen before. Shiozaki thinks demons are at fault and has tried to exorcise her, repeatedly. Kuroiro and Yanagi are convinced it’s a curse, and want to study it. Among other hijinks. Teruko would never admit it, but she’s really happy when she’s around the Hero Course (and there isn’t a villain attack going on).

Gen Ed mostly stay away from her, unfortunately. They don’t have Min’s quirk to assure them it’s alright to hang out with Teruko. One of the only exceptions is Shinso. They have a similar sense of humor and bond over “villain quirk” related trauma, and Shinso isn’t too bothered by the bad luck. As stated previously, Teruko is also immune to David’s Starstruck due to her prosopagnosia, so she doesn’t trust how easily everyone seems to adore the guy.

Hero Name: N/A

And that’s it! The main cast is covered!

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We’re missing someone, aren’t we?

Mai: Blooming Hope

(She makes everything better)

(I ain’t slick, but I try to be)

She can make every plant around her grow exponentially in size, simply by raising her left arm. The plant’s shape and characteristics can be altered, so Mai can, for example, make grass grow into a field of vines, barberries and poison ivy. She can then reverse the effects, leaving the plants exactly as they were. The tattoo on her left arm is a mutation, and glows when she uses her quirk. She can also make flowers grow out of this tattoo, and then turn them into any useful plant she desires.

Although it may seems similar to Shiozaki’s quirk, Mai’s range is far lower and the strength of the vines she can create is much weaker. However, the versatility of being able to use more than just vines balances it out.

Particularly effective in grassy or mossy environments. Overuse will lead to severe dehydration, and in a worst case scenario, small, non-toxic plants may grow inside her body and cause all sorts of issues.

UA Hero Course student, class 1-A. She gets along with absolutely everyone, Bakugo doesn’t even shout at her after a while. Elected class rep, with Yaoyorozu as vice-rep. The other main reason classes A and B are closer than in canon, as she likes to spend time with everyone she can. She wants the best for everyone, and she’s deeply involved in whatever Xander’s plans for revolution are. Although she usually just makes compromises between Min and him for the actual planning phases.

Since she forgives everyone, she wants to save the League of Villains just as much as their victims. She is the model of what a perfect hero is meant to be.

Had Midoriya not existed, she would have received One for All.

…

She didn’t foresee the consequences.

Hero Name: Flora

(After she chose the name, Nico asked if they could match. Of course, Mai said yes)

Now that we've covered all the students, I did a recount and found something interesting. 5 DRDT characters went to 1-B, and 6 went to 1-A. You could acommodate this by having 26 student classes and adding someone to 1-B... or you can make 25 student classes and kick someone out of 1-A. And if you know BNHA fanfic, you know who's getting kicked out (hint: Mineta). I see this as an absolute win!

...

wait

M-MonoTV?!: High Fidelity

(Am I a bear, a cat, a TV? Well, I’m actually a dog!)

MonoTV is actually a dog which was experimented on. Humans gave him a quirk which changed his appearance and made him as smart as a normal person, but no more. He’s from the same laboratory as Nedzu, and resents the principal for escaping without him.

He starts out as a petty criminal, but no matter what the police and heroes try, he always escapes prison. He usually causes a major breach when he does, so they don’t want to send him to Tartarus until they understand what the hell he does to escape.

His crimes grow with time, but the heroes are never too worried, since he’s too incompetent to really be a threat. Some examples of his crimes include:

He let a sludge villain out of prison the day Midoriya met All Might.

He broke the UA gate early in the year.

He robbed a store the day of the USJ incident, slowing down All Might and running down his three hours of hero work.

He was spotted talking to Stain before he attacked Native, presumably telling the villain the location of the hero.

He introduced Giran to a blood obsessed girl, a man with severe burn wounds, and a girl with a hallucination quirk.

Overhaul was spotted following him right before he met Twice.

He helped La Brava hack into UA the day of the Culture Festival.

He watched Endeavor fight a Nomu right after becoming Number One.

He helped the MLA kidnap Giran.

And more...

(You get the idea, right?)

Villain Name: MonoTV

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And there we go! God, I was just supposed to do quirks, how did I end up writing so much? Anyways, that’s the basis of my DRDT-BNHA crossover AU. I don’t know whether or not I’ll return to it, seeing as I actually had quite a bit of fun writing this. If you made it this far, that’s impressive! You get the honorary badge of being quirky. Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #fanganronpa #mha #bnha #yeah ill tag that #drdt mha crossover #crossover #alternate universe #teruko tawaki #xander matthews #charles cuevas #whit young #arturo giles #david chiem #mai akasaki #ace markey #nico hakobyan #levi fontana #eden tobisa #arei nageishi #drdt j #hu jing #min jeung #rose lacroix #veronika grebenshchikova #geez thats a lot of tags #drdt spoilers #and no im not tagging the bnha characters

[fandomfluffandfuck]

W-would you ever write Ransom with mommy kink again 🥺👉👈 I need more,,, evidence 😳 for science 😳 that Ransom has that kink

related to this previous Pillow-Princess!Ransom × Mommy!Reader drabble I wrote a while ago

(I'm not taking requests right now because I'm still in school, just on winter break for another week-ish, but LOOK I can't not write this because I've been thinking about Mommy's sub Ransom lately 👀😏)

Thoughts thoughts thoughts--

Ransom Drysdale × cis female reader

Tags for Mommy kink, dom/sub, femme dom, sub Ransom, feminization, BDSM, collars & leashes, cock cages, some possessiveness, etc.

The first time you suggest that perhaps Ransom wears a collar for you--for Mommy--a while into your established dynamic, he actually scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. Not as submissive and well-behaved as he usually is while around you--not as well-behaved as you've trained him to be for you (because you're the only one who draws this side out of him). So, clearly, when you bring a collar up, he instantly brushes it off.

Like, sure, he submits to you in the proverbial bedroom (including many more places than just a literal bedroom) but, you're not--it's not--he's not... he's not wearing that.

He's not going to wear something around his neck for you.

He's not going to be claimed like that.

Yes, he gets on his knees for you. Sometimes staying on his knees for so long that he gets bruises and can't stand up without trembling, eyes locked onto you like you're all that matters because to him it's true. You're the only thing that matters. Yes, he wears pretty things for you. Panties and even bras along with anything silky or lacy--he likes the feeling of it gliding across his smooth, waxed skin. Yes, he begs and whines and moans and struggles for you. Doing whatever pleases you, so long as he gets to cum in return. Even if he has to go through multiple rounds of edging, getting so close that it's painful when he's not allowed to let go at the last second. And, yes, he's Mommy's boy. Always needing you. Always craving your body (especially your tits because, fuck, he's an undeniable tits man). But...

A collar crosses a line that he didn't realize he had. Right?

He doesn't want to wear a fucking collar. Never mind a fucking pink collar that reads "Mommy's Princess" in white diamonds. (He's fine hearing and wearing other frilly, feminine clothes, but... seeing that collar and that dirty nickname written out is somehow more real). The collar is thick--with a rigid white leather backing that has pink leather layered over top of it--and tall. Just looking at it, Ransom knows the collar would make it hard to move his neck. And if you fastened it tight enough, Ransom is sure it would feel like having two hands around his throat, choking, it would go so high up on his throat.

He doesn't want to wear a collar...

Right!?

Even if it's a custom collar that one of your close friends (who makes all sorts of, uh, high-end custom apparel 👀) made as a gift. He's not wearing it.

The idea of wearing a collar for his Mommy brings out the brat in him. For whatever reason.

Over the next few weeks, after you bring it up for the first time, he's much more of a brat than normal. Backtalking and ignoring texts and calls. Jerking himself off and not even bothering to pretend that he forgot he didn't ask for your permission. Pushing the orders you give him when you're with him in person. Delaying his obedience when you give him orders. And yet... he keeps fucking talking about it.

The collar.

Whenever he breaks a rule, whenever he's bratty and bad, he references the collar. He claims it's to show off that "Mommy can't control me, not all the time. I don't need a fuckin' collar and leash."

You let the addition of a leash go... you never said anything about a leash. Nor about a cage, like he says a couple of days later when he calls you just to show off that he's at home, in his bedroom, jerking off loudly and wetly and badly--considering that he didn't ask you before touching his pretty cock. You raise an eyebrow at it every time. Collar again, huh? Oh, a leash? A cage? Really, Ransom. Why's that in your head?

He can't shut up about it.

And he also is calling you Mommy even more than normal. Normally, it's your first name when you're not leading into a scene, in the midst of a scene, or after a scene. Now, whenever you talk--

(I'm imagining you run in the same social circles as Ransom, acquaintances originally, but you've got great chemistry and so you started hooking up. But neither of you can be bothered by a full-relationship commitment. (Plus, Ransom isn't ready for that label or commitment in general either, he's, like, the fucking definition of a rich boy who's been having his cake and eating it too.))

--he always calls you Mommy. You don't mind. Not at all. Though... you notice it, constantly.

The way he never stops talking about how much he doesn't need a collar and how independent he is, despite his Mommy. Despite how he literally and figuratively always comes crawling back to you.

So...

You wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. You know there's something deeper to his seemingly intense rejection. A Freudian slip even-?

Perhaps.

Perhaps a Freudian slip turns into one million percent a Freudian slip as evidenced by your current position.

You are towering over Ransom.

Ransom holds his position like a statue because he knows he doesn't want to cross Mommy. You're so good to him when he's good. But only when he's good.

Ransom is being good right now--he's on his hands and knees with his back arched to stick his ass out and pull his head back. You're making him arch his back because he's wearing the fucking collar he claimed to hate so much. Claimed. He doesn't hate it. He wants it. He wanted it so bad it terrified him. He didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't do anything about it but spit venom at the same time that he jerked himself raw at the thought of it. No one has ever owned him so thoroughly. No one has ever had such control over him. And he craves it. In the darkest, most animal parts of his brain--he wants it.

He thought the most shameful fantasy he could have was sucking on your tits--nursing from you--while whining and crying for Mommy. Your fist around his throbbing, slick cock in its tight ring, reminding him that only you can tell him when he gets to cum and you're not gonna let him cum until you're done. You won't be done until you cum at least three times; so, he's gonna have to rip his mouth away from your tits eventually because you want it on your pussy. Then, you want his thick, long fingers too. And maybe his dick after too. If he earns it. He cries out around your nipple when you flick the head of his cock. He's crying.

He thought that was the most animal part of him. The part that gagged for a powerful woman who could take care of him, dealing out the punishments he deserves but also the praise he deserves; a woman who can deal with his tantrums and can make him want to stop himself before he blows up; a woman who he can call Mommy.

But he was wrong.

He can get deeper into the fantasy.

And you dragged it out of him. You made him tell you. You finally got back from your trip out of the country and finally had your hands back on him which you used to your advantage--you tied him to the bed with leather cuffs and you teased and teased and teased until he wasn't sure if he was actually still sweating or if he was just melting. Until Ransom couldn't help but scream no matter how soft the touches to his dick were, he was so sensitive. Every orgasm he'd given himself without your permission got turned into an orgasm denied. Working him up over and over again only to deny him at the last second. Using every dirty trick until he begged and wailed and confessed he'd do anything for the torture to end. You had one request: the collar, tell Mommy the truth, you want it?

He wanted it.

In fact, Ransom sobbed for the collar.

He cried and cried and begged to have it put on him.

So, you put it on him.

You fastened it around his neck and kissed his slack lips--shocked with an overwhelming wave of arousal. Heady. Just wearing it. Fuck. It brought him even further down. That collar.

You put your hand around his throat on top of his new collar and squeezed. Without even being touched, just talked to, just told he was Mommy's--Mommy's to touch, Mommy's to own, Mommy's to make cum. So cum. Right fucking now--he came all over his quivering abs.

So, now, he's on all fours. Collar around his pretty throat. Nothing else clothes him but a cock cage. A leash attached to his collar. You won't let the details he added go 😏

Your hand was at the other end of the leash, pulling it taut until his head came back and you could almost make eye contact even as you pressed yourself against his back, but now your hand is busy with his hair instead. Pulling it hard.

Your other hand, not the one in his hair, is on the floor because you're towering over him--you're on top of him where he's on all fours, tilting his hips back and ass out. You are naked save for a sheer pair of panties (not unlike the kind Ransom wears when he's feeling extra soft and pretty and small, in need of Mommy's more gentle touch), so your bare tits are pressed fully against his back.

The moan he had let out the second he felt your bare breasts had you chuckling. He's so fucking predictable.

But, regardless of his pathetic, begging sounds drawn from your plush tits against his muscular, hard back--the front of your hips are pressed tight to his round ass. And even though you've not played with strapping (not yet 👀) you can't help but grind against him. Rolling your hips into that perfect, round ass.

You'd fuck him in a heartbeat.

You'd slide your dick deep into his tight, pretty hole until he couldn't do anything but drool. Until he couldn't even beg for Mommy anymore. Speechless. Fuck-dumb.

But, that's not what you're here for. You're fulfilling his other needs right now. So, you dropped his leash to grab his hair instead. You're grabbing his hair. And just because you grab it harder.

"M-mommy!" Ransom rasps, desperate, his neck fighting against the collar; he wants to go with you, with the direction your hand is pulling him. Scalp tingling in pain. He can't though. The collar keeps his neck pretty stiff. Robust in its grip on him. Making him look just that much more obscene.

Your heartbeat thuds through you. You feel swollen and hot and wet between your legs. You HAVE to be dripping down your thighs with how much lust is coiled tight and hot inside you.

And you can't help but lean even more of your weight onto him. Forcing him to hold you up as well as himself. He's already trembling and you want to push him further. So, into his ear, you whisper, "Mommy wants to know how you feel about your collar."

Ransom sobs.

His shaking gets worse. You don't think it's all due to your weight; your words must hit him too.

Ransom doesn't answer though. He could be thinking... so, you reach for his cock, killing time. Waiting. Will he talk?

Instantly, you can feel how wet he is--just like you. Wet. He's caged, so his cock is still mostly soft, struggling to get hard despite how much it hurts when he's all locked up. But, still, he's leaking, pre-cum spilling out of the slit of his cock, and making a goddamn mess on your pristine wooden floors. He's leaking so much that you think he might come through the cage. That'd be a first, but... you'd never punish him for being so incredibly turned on that he manages to cum through a cage. It'd be too incredible. Too fucking hot.

"C'mon, tell Mommy what she wants..." you purr, shamelessly trying to seduce him into saying it. You know he loves your voice like that, low and husky, calling yourself Mommy.

"I-" he chokes, more than just desperate as you continue to fondle him in your hand--he's so delicate like this, vulnerable and little even while his muscles hold both of you up, "I don't know!" He wails.

"You do, princess." You retort. "You know what you like about it just like you fuckin' knew you liked the idea of wearing Mommy's collar all this time. You just gotta let it out, baby. You can't keep it inside you. That isn't good for you. Tell Mommy. Let it out." You nip his shoulder and lower your voice, whispering, "let it out and she'll think about letting this out," you hit his caged cock, smacking it up against his belly.

Ransom gasps. The tears in his eyes are audible. Good, you smirk.

The poor thing's shaking so badly. He's still wordless though, so, for a little extra motivation, you lift yourself off him like you're going to leave him like this, unwinding your hand from his hair, and...

He whines, the sound high and drawn out. You can hear the needy, unabashed, no, no, Mommy, don't go! in it.

You make a sound in response like, fine, ugh, and drop yourself back down on top of him--intentionally harder than you normally would, making him take your weight again, and mashing your tits against him a little harder than normal. You wanna wear him down. Keep the pressure on.

Ransom moans and you feel his shoulders and upper back twitch, lifting himself further away from the floor, wanting to get closer to you. Needing you.

"Be good, Hugh, baby-" you scratch your nails behind his ear and down his neck "-and tell Mommy what she wants to hear."

The use of his real name seems to shock him. "I-" he whines. "The, the-"

"Yes, Hugh?" You prompt when he doesn't add anything else after a good while. You're back to carding your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp. Then, you scratch his nipples. Sending sparkling pleasure down his body to his clenching belly. He looks so fucking good covered in red lines from your nails.

"Ah! M-mommy!"

And he reacts so well to it. The pain.

"Say it." You demand.

"I-I don't know! I just, it just... it feels good. It, it makes meee-" he strings out another whine "-makes me feel good."

"Mmm-hmm," you pinch his left nipple. Then his right. He howls. "You feel good wearing it? Don't you feel good when Mommy touches you? Why's this nice, pretty collar different?"

Ransom chokes on another sob, this one even more shattered. "Feels good! Mommy, Mommy always feels good. I always feel good. It's, it's just-" he shivers all over "-it's so dirty. So... so much Mommy's-"

"Ooh, it makes you feel dirty, huh, princess?"

He whines high in his throat, tucking his chin even closer to his chest as he faces the floor. Embarrassed. Squirming.

"Does it make you feel like Mommy's dirty little Princess? Made just for her?"

Ransom shudders so hard that his legs start to slide apart. Spreading them. Posed just like a slut should be; all fours, legs wide open.

"Are you Mommy's owned princess then, hm? You feel like you've been swept up into a tower prison, caged in, and tied up for Mommy? Just Mommy."

His next noise of unrestrained hunger is one of assent. His nod is jerky and uncoordinated.

"Yeah, yeah... you are Mommy's little princess, Hugh. Because I'm never letting you go now that I have you," in a flash, you grab and pull on his leash, cutting a filthy swear from Ransom's obscene mouth in half, "you're gonna stay with Mommy forever. Mommy is gonna keep you. Keep you in your little cage. And I'm only gonna let you out when I think it's deserved. I think I'll let you out tonight..." you tease, "I mean, you did tell Mommy what you like about your new collar."

"Yes-!"

"But..."

"Nnno," he whines, small.

"You needed a lot of prompting, Hugh. So. I think I'll take you out of your cage and jerk you off--you don't deserve Mommy's pussy--until you cum all over the floor. Then," you pause for effect, "I'm gonna grab you by the back of your neck and shove your face in the mess. And you're gonna clean it up with that mouth, okay? Mommy's floors are always spotless and shiny and she's not gonna let a spoiled, messy princess fuck it up, got it?"

"Yes! Please! God, please, Mommy, wanna cum!"

Me, to myself, after writing that:

I hope you enjoyed 😘

This got way longer than I meant haha

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #ransome drysdale #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #sub ransom drysdale #x reader #x female reader #female reader #chris evans character x reader

[ontheshroom]

Request!!!

Can you do an angst story of jack and singer!reader being together for a while, all of PG loves her and considers her a sister.

Jack and reader get into a really bad accident leaving the reader really hurt , up to you with the ending xoxo

All For Us

Jack Harlow x reader

Tw: This is a heavy fic including grief/sadness and an accident

Help credit: @yamahex

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Friday

Jack’s sweet voice fills the car as you drive down the road on the way to his show. It was his last show for his tour. The Atlanta streets are crowded and the rain has your windshield blurry. A ping draws your attention away from the road for just a split second to peek at the text from Jack.

Flapjack <3: Just wanted to let you know you can just walk in and go straight to the back, I let security know that you’re coming.

You pull your eyes away from the screen to see you’d run a red light. You sigh in relief that nothing bad happened and turn off your phone quickly cursing yourself for even checking it. The rain keeps coming down every minute it seems to rain harder. You hear the squeaks as your windshield wipers try to wipe away the rain. You hum along to Jack’s song, smiling at the thought of him. Meeting him has been the best thing to ever happen to you. You stop at the last stoplight seeing the venue just to the right of you. You wait patiently for your light to turn green when you hear a loud screech come from the right of you and you turn your head to see bright lights.

“Yo, where the fuck is y/n? I start in ten minutes.” Jack asks Urban, looking at his watch.

Neelam walks into the room with a shocked look on her face.

“There was just a badass crash outside, my heart goes out to whoever was involved.” She sighs sitting down next to Urban.

“Sad, but I could really give less of a fuck, do you know where y/n is?” Jack asks, growing impatient.

“Nah, she’s probably just driving slow because of the rain, I’m sure she’ll be here after the first song.” Neelam nods, going on her phone.

“Yeah, you’re right you know her cautious ass driving.” Jack chuckles.

A man comes in to help Jack get mic’d up before he has to go on stage. He smiles as he hears the fans chanting for him on the side of the stage. This is it, all that he’s worked hard for. He peers out just a bit to see if he could see you, his heart drops when he doesn’t but he knows you’ll be there soon. After a couple more comments from his Dj, Jack walks out jumping rapping Tyler Herro. He savors these moments, the time to look all his fans in their eyes and perform for them. He gets four songs in when all the music cuts out causing him to look around the venue. Neelam runs on stage with tears running down her face.

“Jack, It’s y/n.” She cries, pulling him off stage.

The world went silent after that. He can’t hear anything. He just walks out of the venue to see Neelam pointing to your smashed-up car. The car is not even a mile away from his venue. The venue you were supposed to safely be inside. He sees you on a stretcher being put inside an ambulance. He can’t see you through the rain, but he knows it’s not good. He feels Neelam pulling on his arm, he looks down and he swears for a second he’s looking at you. Maybe it’s just the height. He still can’t hear her. It’s like he’s high and stuck in a bad trip.

“Let’s go, Jack! We have to get to the hospital!” She yells at him pulling him away.

He steps into the black SUV sits down and looks out the window. What’s going on? Why can’t he wake up from this nightmare? Urban is trying to get him to talk but he feels numb. He can’t feel anything. He can’t hear anything. He can just see your car smashed and you being put inside the ambulance. What happened? Is this happening?

“He’s in shock, honey,” Neelam says to Urban, trying to calm him down.

“He’s never acted like this before. Something’s wrong with him.” Urban says, shaking his head ‘no’

“It’s the shock.” Neelam sighs.

The ride to the hospital feels like a thousand years went by. They jump out of the car and quickly run to the front desk.

“Y/n Y/l/n, can we see her?” Neelam asks, taking on her motherly role.

“I’m sorry, she’s in surgery right now, you can wait until she can have visitors.” The lady smiles pointing to the chairs in the waiting room.

Why is she smiling? No one else is. She doesn’t know y/n she doesn’t know how okay she has to be. Jack sighs as he sits down, a sob escaping his lips as both of his friends hug him.

“This isn’t real. She’s okay, she’s gotta be okay. I need her. I need her.” Jack sobs.

“She’s going to be okay,” Neelam says, trying to make herself believe it.

Urban couldn’t help but let the tears fall from his own eyes. He saw you as his sister. He couldn’t lose you.

Hours pass before a doctor comes out announcing your name to see who was there for you. The three of them lift their heads and Jack stands up.

“Is she okay?” He asks, his voice weaker than it’s ever been.

“She’s stable as of right now. She received major head trauma from the crash and had to be put into a medically induced coma. We are hoping for improvement during the next couple of weeks.” A sob breaks out of Jack at the words.

You weren’t supposed to be in a coma, you were supposed to be laughing with him right now as the two of you ate some trashy food that you could only find this late at night. This isn’t real.

“Can we see her?” Neelam asks, rubbing Jack’s back as he looks down at his feet, letting the tears fall onto his shoes.

“You may. Follow me.” The doctor says leading them to your room.

Jack feels his world fall apart when he sees you. You look awful, but he still thinks you look beautiful. The closer he gets to you the more hurt you look. He can’t take it, he feels sick to his stomach. He walks into the bathroom attached to your room and shuts the door as he throws up. He wipes his mouth with his hand and flushes the toilet. He looks at himself in the flimsy mirror. He swears he could see you behind it smiling and holding on to him like you did when you were at home. You’re supposed to be at home. He sighs and turns on the sink and splashes water on his face. When he leans up and looks at himself in the mirror he flinches as he sees you in it, face bloodied and bruises prominent. He lets out a shaky breath as he opens the door and walks through it.

“I can’t, we gotta go. We’ll come back tomorrow.” He sighs, walking up to you and grabbing one of your hands before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’ll be back, I love you” He whispers to you.

“Jack?” You yell.

You don’t know what’s happening. You saw the lights and then you were stuck in this dark void. You can hear, but you can’t see.

“Jack! Please! Come back!” You yell, but you get no response.

You drop to your knees and sob.

“Why can’t anyone hear me?” You sob.

Jack has a hard time falling asleep. He looks up at the ceiling and flashbacks of the both of you laying on his bed and talking run through his mind.

“Do you love me?” You giggle

“Do I love you, what kind of question is that?” He laughs sitting up and climbing on top of you.

“Well do you, love me?” You ask him

He brings his hands to your sides and tickles them

“Silly questions get silly answers.” He laughs, as you squirm under him, your laugh filling the room.

A tear falls from his eye as he thinks of the memory. Why? Why is this happening? Why’d the world let this happen? He sighs and pulls out his phone. He ignores all of the texts and calls he has from people apologizing for what he’s going through. He opens Twitter and the first thing he sees is ‘Trending: Rapper Jack Harlow’s girlfriend in critical condition after driver runs light.’ His eyes flutter shut at the sentence. He throws his phone across his room and rolls over, waiting for sleep to overcome him.

Saturday

Jack wakes up to Neelam knocking on his bedroom door, it sounds so familiar to how you used to knock on it his head whips up so quickly he could’ve gotten whiplash.

“Jack, how are you doing, hun?” She asks, opening the door and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I’m going through it, Neelam. She’s gotta be okay. I need her.” He shakes his head.

“She’s going to be okay, she’s a fighter and she’s strong,” Neelam assures

“She’s so damn strong, this isn’t the hardest thing she’s had to fight through.” He shakes his head, tears flowing from his eyes.

“Have you responded to any calls or texts?” Neelam asks, she was always focused on making sure he took care of himself.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that right now, Nee.” He rolls his eyes.

“You can’t just let this situation overcome you. It’s fucked up, everyone is sad, but we can’t become engulfed in the sadness because when we finally bring her back home she’s gonna yell at us about it, and you know it.” She smiles, reminiscing on how adamant you are on everyone being cheered up and taking care of themselves no matter what was going on with you.

“This is different.” He sighs.

Urban comes into the room with tear-stained cheeks. Jack’s heart breaks at the sight of his best friend looking like that. The last time he remembers him looking like that was when they were much younger. Jack doesn’t know how to explain the bond he has with you but he knows it was strong.

“This shit doesn’t feel real.” Urban shakes his head.

“It doesn’t.” Neelam and Jack agree.

Monday

Jack spent all of Saturday and Sunday sulking and trying to wrap his head around the situation, he couldn’t bear seeing you yet, everyone accepted that not forcing him to.

“I need to go to the studio, can you make that happen?” He asks Neelam over the phone.

“You know I always can, go down to 62nd studio, they’ll have a room open for you,” Neelam says to Jack. He gives a quick thank you and then hangs up.

His feet feel heavy as he walks into the studio, the slow beat that 2fo sent him stuck in his mind. He connects his phone to the speaker and gets to writing. He spends hours in the studio with his phone on do not disturb and just his paper and pen. He smiles looking down at his finished product. It was some of his most honest work yet. He didn’t have all the people that he needed with him to record so he leaves the session as is.

Friday

Every time Jack goes to visit you they tell him you’re getting better and better by the day. That you’ve been healing quickly and correctly. Every time he just tells them it’s because you’re his fighter. He’s gotten more comfortable being around you in the hospital, sitting and talking to you about his day.

“Nah, cause today was one of those days I needed you in the car, I’m driving down the main street and I get you not there was a man in a silver sparkly speedo, I was dying!” He laughs.

“I know you were. Were you riding with Urb? I bet he got a video of it.” You’ve gotten more comfortable responding to him even if there wasn’t a reply.

“I miss you, baby. Every day feels like hell when you’re not in my arms.” He confesses.

“I miss you more. You’re my everything.” You whisper, a tear falling from my eye.

“The fans miss you too, I joined a space the other night just to tell ‘em I’m doing okay.” He smiles.

“I miss them too! They’re funny as hell. I bet they were worried about you, so I’m happy you did that.” You smile.

“Druski misses you, he made a post dedicated to you, too.”

“Man, I miss my bestie, I hope he knows I’ll be okay and that I’m fighting hard.” You smile, another tear falling.

“Urb is still a mess. He misses you more than me and I didn’t think that’d be possible.”

Your heart breaks at his words. You’ve never known anyone quite like Urban. The connection between the two of you was immediate. He was destined to be your best friend.

“I miss him too, so much.” You let out a sob. Why can’t this just be over?

Thursday

Jack began to consistently go back to the studio the better you got. He felt more honest with his writing than he’d ever been before. The hurt and pain got emotions out that his fame had started to paint over. The last time he saw you the doctor told him you would be waking up any day now the more and more they withdrew the drugs that put you into the coma.

Jack was in the booth when Neelam runs into the room waving through the glass telling him to come out.

“Y/n’s up!” She squeals.

Jack grows a smile that everyone had been missing on his face. He grabs his phone and rushes out of the studio with Neelam and Urban to the SUV waiting outside for them. It felt like the SUV wasn’t even pushing ten miles an hour. He couldn’t wait to hear his girl's voice, to feel her touching him back, or to even just see her pretty eyes that he got lost in every time.

The three of them run out of the SUV and to your hospital room as quickly as they could. Jack smiles when he sees you sitting up in the bed, watching tv. He wraps his arms around you softly cherishing having you up again. He pulls away to see you looking at him with a blank face.

“Y/n?”

“Uhm, who are you?” His stomach drops at your words.

“Baby, it’s me, it’s Jack. C’mon.” He says sitting on the bed hoping you’d remember anything, everything.

“I know, I was just fucking with you.” You smile, a laugh escaping your lips.

“You’re so fucked up.” He chuckles, pushing his tongue against his cheek

“I haven’t kissed you in, I don’t even know how long, are you gonna kiss me?” You ask him with a smile he couldn’t say no to, not that he wanted to anyways.

He gently pulls you into a kiss and kisses you like it was the last time he’d be able to. You pull away and smile cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb along it.

“I missed you.” You tell him

“I missed you, too.” He smiles, happy to have his girl back.

“Urbsicle, where you at brother?” You smile, opening your arms and inviting him for a hug.

Happy tears stream down his cheeks, happy that you’re okay. He walks into your arms and hugs you tightly causing you to groan out in pain.

“Damn, I know you missed me but I was still in a car crash.” you joke.

“Shut up.” He mumbles, happy to have you back in his arms.

The second he pulls away Neelam has you in her arms.

“You had me going through it, bitch.” She laughs.

“Girl, you had me going through it, coming in here telling me how scared you were for Jack.” You chuckle.

The three of them freeze.

“You could hear us?” Jack asks, his face covered in shock.

“I could, I could respond too, but y’all couldn’t hear me.” You nod.

The doctor walks in with a smile.

“I’m happy to see this reunion, so, Y/n. We’re gonna have you stay here for about three more days just so we can monitor you and make sure everything is alright and then after that, you can go home and we’ll set up some physical therapy for you.” He smiles at you.

“Sounds perfect.” You smile back at him.

3 months later

Jack wouldn’t let you out of his sight. You couldn’t even pee without him standing outside of the door. He claimed it was because you were gone for so long. He was just happy you were back home though, he didn’t like to mention that you were in the hospital, but neither did you. Urban made sure you were okay at all times. If you were hungry he was either asking to order the food for you or make it. You’d tell him he didn’t have to but there was no use in arguing with him. You went on Instagram Live with Druski out of nowhere and the smile he had on his face was so heartwarming. He even came over to Jack’s apartment that night to see you in person. Neelam would send you calls and texts like crazy checking up on you and making sure the boys were treating you right. You know, like a mom. Dj Drama had some gifts sent to Jack’s apartment for you that you told him weren’t needed but he always took care of you like that, taking care of you after Jack had introduced you to him as his girl. All of PG drove to Atlanta to see you, it was so exciting to see all of them. Jack made a couple of jokes about how they hadn’t driven to see him after he sprained his ankle after a show that one time when they all lived in the same state. It made all of you laugh. You were happy to be home. You were happy to be with Jack. You were happy to be alive.

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[starogeorgina]

Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Child birth, swearing

2.01

In the privacy of your chambers, Harwin continues to practice speaking in your mother tongue as you stare into the fireplace across the room. There was something in the flames that was drawing you in. Channeling your inner dragon was the only thing that was keeping you strong. The most recent whispers within the keep had been testing; they were surrounding the parentage of your unborn child, and it was difficult for both yourself and Harwin to remain tight-lipped when the word ‘bastard’ was mentioned. But despite what others said, your father refused to believe them, and he was now putting pressure on you to remarry. Many members of his counsel had tried to convince him to marry you to some lord, but unless you got to choose a husband for yourself, you refused.

“Dragon egg, Zaldrīzas drōmen.”

“Zaldrīzes drōmon,” you correct. Harwin’s face scrunches in frustration; if possible, his determination made you love him even more. Smiling softly, you say, “I do not expect you to learn High Valyrian, especially not in the space of a few months.”

Harwin stands behind the chair you’re sitting in, lowering his arm for his hand to rest on your round bump. “What will the babe call you?”

“Muña.”

“Muña,” he repeats.

“My handmaiden told me it’s a girl because my bump is hanging so low, but I think she’s wrong; I think it’s a boy.”

“Boy or girl, they will be extremely loved.”

“Hmm,” your thumb rubs against the back of his hand, “I’m taking Aegon to the dragon pit tomorrow to pick an egg from Dreamfyre’s clutch for the baby; do you care to join us?”

Harwin’s eyes light up. “That would be most wonderful.”

Sensing your dragon's presence, you go to the window and look up into the darkness. It’s hard to pinpoint where Varos is until puffs of flame fill the air. Seconds later, flames came from another dragon nearby, both of them letting out sounds similar to purring. It seems that after all this time, Varos has actually made a friend.

You feel the heat from Harwin’s body against your back as he stands closely behind you, causing your cheeks to heat up. His lips ghosting the fragile skin of your neck, you tilt your head back to kiss Harwin, but freeze when you feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You grab his hand, placing it where the movement was happening inside your body. “Do you feel the baby kicking?”

Shaking his head, he says, “Not really.”

You feel disappointed until you realize it’s most likely due to the thick layers of clothing you have on. Letting go of his hand, you remove your robe, letting it drop to the floor, before pulling down the neckline of your nightdress, revealing your swollen breast and the top of your bump. You replace his hand on the bare skin so he can feel the baby kicking. Harwin falls to his knees, pulling your nightdress the full way down until it hits the ground. His lips pressing against the bare skin of your stomach, he said, “I wish I could be by your side, always.”

“I believe one day you will be.”

—

“Princess, princess!”

You clasp your chest, letting out a rather pathetic sniffle as tears fall from your eyes. You’d fallen asleep while sitting on a chaise lounge chair by the fire, only to fall into a terrible nightmare that you couldn’t escape from. Thankfully, Ser Criston had woken you up before the worst part of it happened.

Upon seeing you awake, he crouches down so he’s level with you. He faces one of the servants and says, “Fetch the maester.”

“No, no, I’m fine. It was just a bad dream; I’ll be alright.”

“I heard you screaming from down the hallway.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. “I cannot apologize enough; my mind has been plagued with troubling thoughts, and I guess it’s seeped into my dreams.”

The knight says something to the handmaiden that you can’t hear; he turns back to face you, offering you a sympathetic smile. “When I was a footsoldier, I often fell asleep hearing the cries of men I once considered brothers, but after a while, it started to fade away.”

“I dreamed of my mother's death. I remember the day my mother died so clearly. I was watching you beat my uncle Daemon at a tourney, then you asked for my sister's favor.” You trail off, thinking how you were laughing at how angry Daemon was while your mother was dying. “Nobody told me and Rhaenyra that our mother had died. Everyone around has started whispering that Queen Aemma is dead; she died in the birthing bed. Her body was sliced open so my brother could be pulled from her, yet he died a few hours later.” You wipe your eyes, “forgive me, Ser Criston, I did not ask you to come here to listen to a pregnant woman’s rambles.”

“It’s quite alright, princess; I can only imagine how frightening it must be to carry such a burden alone.”

You smile at the knight, thankful for his understanding. Since Rhaenyra’s wedding, you hardly saw her, as she was always with Daemon and Lady Laena. You found yourself feeling alone most days. Queen Alicent's attitude towards you reminded the same, but her relationship with your sister was nearly nonexistent; she talks to Rhaenyra as if she were a subject rather than her former friend. And Harwin, you wanted nothing more than to spend all of your days with him, but spending so much time together would only add to whispers within the court, so temporarily distancing yourself was the only solution, which hurt like hell.

The door to your chamber opens again, and your handmaiden returns with a tray in her hands. She places it on the table beside you and says, “Thank you.”

You pour yourself and the knight a cup of tea, ignoring the way your hands shake, spilling some of the liquid onto the small plate underneath it. “Myself and the king have been discussing the education of the younger Targaryen generation within our family, and although we have the best maesters and Septas in the world to keep teaching my siblings, we would like you, Ser Criston, to teach Prince Aegon and Aemond and my future child how to fight.”

“You honor me, princess. It would be my privilege to teach the princes how to fight.”

“Excellent,” you smile.

At first, you were reluctant to ask the knight due to his outburst that led to him killing Joffrey during the welcome feast, but the Queen vouched for him, and although Harwin would have been your first choice, you couldn’t exactly argue why you thought he’d be better suited. It eased your mind knowing Alicent wouldn’t have chosen someone she didn’t trust to be around her children, so hopefully this was the right decision.

—

You sit on the floor of your siblings' nursery, trying to teach them how to say your name, “Vai-ee-la.”

Helaena looks up at you with wide eyes in confusion, while Aegon plays with toy dragons. Neither of them had managed to pronounce your name correctly yet.

“Ella!” She proclaims.

“I thought you might be in here,” your sister says, entering the room. “I heard you’ve been getting plenty of practice in before the baby arrives; it can’t be long now.”

“Any day now,” you say, letting your sister get off your lap so she can go play with her toys.

Aegon points up at his oldest sibling, “Nyra!”

“Ray-knee-ruh.”

“Nyra!” he pouts.

“I give up,” you shrug, laughing. “How come you left the tournament early?”

The thought of attending a tourney was too much for you; the heat outside was causing you to feel nauseous, and truthfully, you wanted to avoid tedious small talk with the same lords and ladies who had been gossiping about your unborn child. Plus, it was wise for you to stay away from any place that the Lannisters were in. Tyland had never openly shared that he thought you had anything to do with his brother's death, but Jason did.

Rhaenyra sits down beside you, giving you a gentle pat on the hand. Something was wrong; her eyes were full of sorrow. “I need to tell you something important; it’s about Ser Harwin.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, “Go on.”

“During a joust, a scuffle broke out between Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Cristion Cole, resulting in Ser Harwin being injured.”

It didn’t make sense; Harwin was the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms; a simple brawl wouldn’t have ended so badly. Not when he had survived so much worse, you also couldn't understand why Cristion would want to hurt him so badly. “How hurt is he?”

“I couldn’t see what happened from my seat, but I heard Ser Cristion strike Harwin as he walked away. It was a dirty—”

“Rhaenyra!” You cut her off, her eyes glossy with tears. “What happened to Harwin?”

“Ser Harwin has a shattered elbow and broken collarbone.”

You let out a gasp, feeling a sharp twinge in your stomach. “Oh my god.”

“The hand of the king and Laenor are waiting with Ser Harwin while the maesters tend to him; he isn’t alone, sister.” She cups your face gently and says, “He will recover and be back by your side before you know it.”

“Fuck!” You are struggling to stand, causing your sister to jump to her feet to help you up. “You need to get a maester; I think the baby is coming.”

—

“I want our mother!” You sob, gripping Rhaenyra’s hand.

“You are doing so well; they are almost here.”

Her swat at a young midwife's hand as she gripped your shoulder despite you not wanting to be held down. Varos flew above the keep, his loud roars matching the timing of your screams of pain. You had to physically bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from calling out for Harwin, the one person you desperately wanted with you.

An older midwife holds a towel between your legs and says, “Keep breathing... and push.”

You sobbed as your final push brought your child into the world. Holding your arms out, you wait for the baby to be handed to you. Pain seares through your body as a tightening knot forms in your lower abdomen. Rhaenyra pats your forehead with a dry rag, attempting to gather the sweat dripping from your face. You’re speechless as your chest heaves up and down as the pain intensifies, but you let out a cry of happiness when wailing fills the room.

“A boy, princess.”

“Praise mother.”

The younger midwife pulls a face as she watches the baby being wrapped in a clean blanket. “What is wrong?” When you don’t get an answer, you snap, “Give him to me.”

You relax into the bed as your son is placed upon your chest. You didn’t care about the blood and other bodily fluids covering him. He was the most perfect human you’d ever seen. “Vaegon,” you say, your voice shaking, “my precious boy.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the young midwife leaving the room, but pay no mind as you look back down at your son. Your finger traced over his hair, his thick dark hair.

Your sister kisses the crown of your head and says, “I’m so proud of you.”

You smile up at her, thankful she stayed by your side through your labor. Suddenly a familiar pain returns. “Fuck, I think something is wrong!”

The older midwife prys your legs open again, her jaw tightening. “A second baby is coming, princess.”

You shake your head in denial. “The maester said there was only one!”

“The maester is a man.”

You hand Vaegon to Rhaenyra, who is at a loss for words; she just stares at you. Her lilac eyes were filled with tears.

A smooth hand rubs down on your back as you sit forward, gripping the bed sheets between your fingers so tightly that your knuckles turn white. Somehow, you manage to bring forth another child, gritting your teeth so hard that it causes your jaw to ache.

“Another boy!”

The midwife saw the desperation in your eyes and placed your second son bare upon your chest. She handed you a blanket to clean him up yourself. You note his hair is thick and dark, and you wipe the blood from his head, his eyes bearing no resemblance to your own. Regardless, he was beautiful. “Aerion,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose. “Do you want to meet your brother?”

You hold Aerion in one arm while your sister places Vaegon in the other. Teary-eyed, you smile at them. Every time you stroked your swollen belly while singing a lullaby, you thought only one son could hear you, but you never thought you’d be lucky enough to have two sons.

“Do you want us to clean them up, princess?”

“No, not yet; I just want to hold them for a few moments longer.”

The chamber door swings open, and one of Alicent’s servants, followed closely by the midwife who had left, enters the room. “Unfortunately, that won’t be possible princess; the queen wishes to see them right now.”

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[snowshail]

Teasing Floyd until he begs. Behind you with the view of your back and the view of seeing his throbbing hard cock with just the tip inside of your wet and tight hole. Ignoring him while he begs to put it all in. The only reason he cares for your approval is because you'll give him nothing more if he doesn't abide by your terms

An: <33

Cw: Edging

✧ You were about at your limit. Floyd was usually annoying but it had gotten worse recently.

✧ His tantrum throwing and urchin-like behavior seemed calculated and you were starting to suspect he was doing it on purpose.

✧ Your usual punishments didn't seem to be working. You’d gotten too soft. It was time you took charge of the situation.

You’d tied Floyd up in a typical armed dining chair, securing his arms and legs so he couldn't move. Maybe it wasn't needed, but you gave special attention to his thighs, forearms, and waist, tightly wrapping thick layers of red rope around him. It would definitely leave a mark when all this was done. 

His eyes were watery and he sniffled at the sight of you. He was also shivering, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold (Considering how you undressed him) Or the anticipation. A thin line of cloth was strung between his lips, the fabric partially ripped from his constant teething. 

You looked him up and down, deciding what you should do with him. He mumbled senselessly, words blending together incoherently, and the cloth making him sputter and lisp. Ignoring him, you bent down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock.

Your firm grip on it made him whimper. In a quick motion, you spit on it, hearing him breath in sharply. You ran your thumb under his dick, spreading the liquid. 

It was good enough. 

You pulled down your attire and situation yourself on his lap, and for a second he looked excited. His mumbling stopped and he stared awestruck at you. You forcibly lifted his chin up and licked the corners of his eyes where his tears had been welling up. Then, slowly, you moved down to his ear, letting your breath draw over it before biting. 

“P-Pleathe-” He choked out his words. “Eh? Do you think you deserve it? He looked down shyly and shook his head. “Good. You’ve been an embarrassment.” You widened your legs a tad, getting ready to lower yourself onto him.

“If you cum, I’ll cage you for the rest of the month.” He sniffled, which you took as his compliance. You slowly let yourself consume him, making him throw his head back. He squirms when you stop at the head. He attempts to buck up into you, but the ropes hold firm and keep him down. 

“You know, if you'd only behaved earlier, I might have let you fuck my thigh.” Drool dripped down his chin, sliding down his shirt.

“ m- ghn- shorry! M shorry!” He nibbled on his cleave gag. “You oughtta be, I’m tired of people staring at us.” You sighed, “Maybe I should give them something to stare at… Maybe I should film your pretty O face~” He let out a high-pitched moan, gripping at the chair. His pretty dick had grown redder with every threat. 

He sniffled and stammered out something like “I’ll be good” and more mindlessly blabbering about wanting to cum. His pathetic state almost made you feel bad for him. You leaned down to him, holding the side of his cheek and lovingly kissing it.

“Not yet~”

#Sub twst #Sub twisted wonderland #sub floyd #gn reader #dom reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[orionsangel86]

Subtext Glorious Subtext! A Dreamling on Netflix analysis in The Sandman - Part 5

1789

How romantic it is to be defended by ones love!

My favourite century! This is where the show starts deviating more heavily from the comic and upping the heat on the subtext (probably why it remains a popular century in fandom especially for gifsets).

Firstly, the show makes some good choices by changing certain elements in order to increase character likeability, which I think were necessary tbh. In the show, Hob mentions getting into a “new trade” regarding shipping and slavery. He describes the process to Dream and is immediately scorned for it via the “poor thing” line. In the show, it is implied that Hob’s involvement in the Slave Trade is something new for him. Dream is immediately dismissive and judgemental of this (as we would expect any decent person to be). Hob initially defends himself “It’s just how its done.”  but agrees to consider Dream’s advice.

This is not how either the comic or the Audible audiobook go and honestly, I was surprised.

In both comic and audiobook, Hob brags about the slave trade. He talks gleefully about actually having a hand in starting it 200 years back. He’s proud of this. He’s completely repugnant in both comic and audiobook and it makes you want to punch him hard. Dream only makes the following comment: “You take pride in treating your fellow humans as less than animals?” but he is otherwise not dismissive or disgusted by these things. He is not judgemental, just curious and surprised. When Hob dismisses this question as it being “business”, Dream drops the topic. It isn’t until the very end of the scene after Johanna’s interuption that Dream tells Hob its “a poor thing...” and that is where both comic and audiobook leave it without giving Hob’s reaction to this line.

You can see why the show made the wise decision to change these things. I think it is another example of where the show is taking the story and characters in a softer, kinder, and more likeable direction. We have to remember that the show versions of Dream and Hob are NOT their comic counterparts. Both comic characters are unlikeable at times and Hob in particular is just generally a pretty shitty person. It is difficult to marry the two versions of Hob sometimes because Ferdie gives SUCH a likeable, warm, engaging performance. Yes, Show!Hob is still a slaver for a short while, and yes, that is absolutely not forgiveable and fandom would be wise to ensure that this is never downplayed or ignored, but I think it is worth mentioning that the show has made the decision to lessen his involvement in the slave trade compared to his comic counterpart. But we shall see where they decide to go with this particularly nasty part of show!Hob's history in future episodes.

I think the show in many ways is taking a more classical view of the Sandman characters - here are your good guys and here are your bad guys, here are the people we want you to love and root for, and here are the ones you should love to hate. The comic tends to keep the majority of characters in the middle ground of morally grey. They have a rather cynical viewpoint imo that works for a gritty graphic novel about a depressed eldritch entity. But that viewpoint wouldn't work so well in a high budget fantasy drama series with a desire to draw in as big an audience as possible.

Anyway, back to 1789. Aside from Tom and Ferdie acting like they want to climb each other all the way through this scene (the sexual tension is through the roof throughout), all of fandoms favourite elements here are new.

Whilst Hob does ask for Dream’s name again here in the comics, there is no response or reaction from Dream given before Lady Johanna interrupts them. In the show, it is clear that Dream is about to give an answer - Hob almost gets his name. This is - tropey. The interruption may be comic canon but the almost response to the answer you’ve been craving for 400 years isn’t. A brilliant little addition. The audience is on the edge of their seats wishing Dream would just tell Hob who he is dammit! It adds to the expectation that eventually Hob will get his name. Dream's identity reveal at this point is basically a Chekov's gun. Hob will get it, even if we don't see it happen.

Then we get the fight. There is no rambling from Hob about some Jack Constantine he knew, instead he is calmly making flirtatious jokes at Dream right in front of Lady Johanna’s salad. “I look terrible, you look worse.” The terrible drawing from 1689 is new for the show, as in the comic it is simply a description of the 1689 meeting that Johanna found. Making it a portrait instead gives the characters something to react to, and I do love how bad the caricatures are in the drawing. Though sorry Hob, but anyone can see that Dream absolutely does not look worse than you, and your teasing flirtations are kinda obvious.

The two characters share catty side eye glances in silent communication as Lady Johanna talks which indicates how close and comfortable with each other they have become by this century.

When Hob jumps up to attack the thugs, he goes for the one with the knife at Dream’s throat first. Hob gets to be an action movie star for a short moment whilst Dream looks up at him in subtle delight. It’s glorious.

AND THEN Dream ONLY makes a move once he sees Lady Johanna has her blade at Hob’s throat.

In the comic, the minute the thugs get their blades out and Lady Johanna threatens them, Dream is like nope! Magic sand! Poof!

But the show, oh the glorious, brilliant, creators on the show, decided this was going to be a “partners defending each others lives” scene. They want to protect and defend each other! They care about each other.

And then we get this:

GIF by ghorestes

Dream. Darling. Sweetheart. He may not have needed to, but you enjoyed it nevertheless.

“Clearly. Still, I didn’t want to be drinking here alone in 100 years time.”

GIF by mrskillingjoke

(Thank you to all gifmakers by the way I am kissing you on the mouth for the gifts you give us)

LOOK AT HIM. We all obsess over these little moments I know, but this is CLEAR flirtation.

If there is a better example of *eye fucking* anywhere outside of a season 4 Destiel scene I have yet to come across it.

It doesn’t even stop there. Because right after the best example of *eye fucking* I have seen since season 4 Destiel is an honest to god proposition.

Hob: "So do you want to find another pub tonight?"

Dream: "She may have told others about our meeting. It wont be safe for you."

Hob: "Im perfectly safe. I can't die remember?"

Dream: "Aye, but you can be hurt or captured. We must be careful"

Hob: “Always.”

NONE OF THIS IS IN THE COMIC.

So what new info has the show given us with this scene?

On a surface level, Hob wants more time with Dream. He wants to find another pub to continue their date.

On a subtextual level, Hob is full of adrenaline from the fight and the mystery man he’s been obsessing over for 400 years is looking at him like he wants to jump his bones. He wants to find another place so they can continue their date, and possibly fuck until the adrenaline has worn off.

On a surface level, Dream cares about Hob’s safety. He doesn’t want them being seen together together outside of the tavern to draw attention to anymore of Lady Johanna’s goons.

On a subtextual level. This is 1789 Hob and they hang men for doing what you very clearly want to do, and it’s not safe with the additional attention Lady Johanna and her goons have put onto you. If I go with you now, they could follow and find us in more compromising positions. Don’t risk it.

In the comic at this point, I would argue that Hob is still nothing more than a curiosity to Dream. He does not show him any real affection or care, and certainly doesn’t comment on his safety at any point. Whilst comic!Hob at this point is clearly itching for more info on Dream, he doesn’t ever push for it, and he is never as focused on Dream as he is talking about other people he’s met and interacted with. They are barely friends.

But by 1789 in the show, we have genuine care for each other, camaraderie, a growing friendship, and arguably sexual attraction.

The other point to note is something I only realised after answering this ask the other day. Comic!Dream has never had anyone else truly care about him enough to rescue him or come to his defence since Alianora (and he basically married her). When Hob defends Dream in the show, its so impactful to Dream because this is a version of Hob who truly cares about him enough to endanger himself (a trait comic!Hob never shows). No wonder Dream looked so pleased and acted so coy about it. He really was ready to pounce!

Basically 1789 is the turning point century. The point at which the show starts to lean heavily into homoerotic tropes and increases the tension. In this century we get:

An almost name reveal followed by an unwanted interuption

Amused side eye glances at each other sharing unspoken communication

Flirtatious jabbing over a bad drawing

Defending each other from harm

Putting themselves at risk in defence of the other

A thinly veiled proposition

Genuine concern and care from a character that never appeared to care previously

Ridiculously over the top eye fucking

All of which adds up to further the audiences investment in the continued development of this relationship whether romantically or platonically and which therefore makes the break up in 1889 even more impactful.

The analysis continues for 1889 in part 6!

#Dreamling #dreamling meta #the sandman #sandman meta #dreamling week #dreamling week 2023 #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sandman comic spoilers

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

thanks, Matt

matpat means.... a lot to me, to say the least. I was raised in a single parent household and l haven't really considered myself to have a dad for a long time. while yes, I do technically have a dad, that's only really in the context of genetics. and my daddy issues but that's not important.

what is important is that matpat was my father, in a way. he was dubbed the title of "internet dad" long after he had already been one to me. he's part of the reason that I am the person I am today.

this piece exists because of matpat, for many reasons.

one, because I sobbed watching "goodbye internet" and want to do something special for his retirement.

two, because fnaf is the entire reason that I create what I do today, and that is partially heavily credited to matpat for overanalyzing a game about murderous animatronics in a pizzeria that I was obsessed with the moment I found out about it. 7 year old me was hooked, man.

and then I think through that, I found even more creators, which led to even more hyperfixating on weird nerdy shit, which led to me making more and more art.

and now, here I am. I'll be 17 years old in April. I graduate high school in one year.

I'm growing up.

not that I haven't been for my whole life because, well, that's how that works.

but I am nearing the true "end" of my childhood.

this year is fnaf's ten year anniversary.

this year marks a decade with game theory.

this year marks the beginning of the end.

I look back on my childhood. I went back to make one quick edit of my incredibly old Instagram account that I had way before I should've even had it.

I look back on the friends I had. I look back on all of the early-mid 2010s shit I posted and I smile. because it's cringe. it's cringe as hell and it's beautiful because of that.

and the nonsense theories are beautiful, and every single theory is beautiful because it exists. because it stems from the need to learn and think and have fun.

because that's what theorizing is about, in the end.

having fun.

matpat means a lot to me.

matpat is the reason that I am the person typing out this post. matpat is the reason that I am the person who spent 6 hours and 45 minutes drawing a piece featuring undertale and fnaf characters in it.

matpat inspires me to exist. and create. and think and learn and seek and everything.

yes, it's a bit parasocial. but it's hard for it to not be considering that I've spent more than half of my life growing alongside this man, seeing him grow in real time in tandem with myself.

I'm growing up.

but I still feel like a kid.

that's good and bad.

the bad is the part of my childhood that I didn't get to have because of my puberty hitting early. it's the fact that some of me is still a 12/13 year old in 2020. it's how the internet affected my growth.

the good is the part of me that still gets unreasonably excited when one of my interests gets brought up "in the wild." it's the fact that I love stuffed animals. it's how the internet affected my growth.

I look back on myself as a kid and, yes, I do indeed get embarrassed or genuinely cringe at how I was in some aspects. but I smile.

because it's me.

despite everything, it's still me.

despite everything, I'm still me, and matpat is still matpat, and despite every single thing that we've all gone through,

we're still us.

I remember one year, I bought myself the theorist varsity jacket with some Christmas money or something.

my best friend has the theorist backpack, I'm pretty sure.

hell, matpat's probably one of the reasons that they are my best friend.

two absolute geeks of GT kids, bonding over the nerdy stuff they liked, probably talking about theories. I don't remember super well, that was elementary school, man.

but isn't that incredible?

the fact that I'm still friends with someone I met in the first grade because of nerdy people like matpat.

I am forever grateful that I found the game theorists and became part of that group. so much of who I am is because I am a theorist. because I found one guy on the internet making overanalytical videos about games.

matpat means a lot to me. and if in case he somehow reads this whole weird ramble prose post open letter thingy, then I hope it means something to him.

but, hey, that's just a theory.

thanks for everything, Matt. <3

#ripley doesn't say stuff #ripley doesn't know how to draw #my art #game theory #the game theorists #matpat #im not gonna cry again. but i kinda want to #fnaf #undertale

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it’s Stupid Hours (aka way too early in the morning) and after 0.2 seconds of searching on YouTube ive come to the conclusion that there is no qsmp John Mulaney “The One Thing” animatic yet and ive gotta say guys. im disappointed.(/lh) im so used to every fandom having at least one The One Thing animatic that realizing there isn’t one for qsmp is bonkers to me. i’ve watched so many of these over the years that if you played The One Thing audio, i could probably recite it in time w the audio (i won’t say from memory bc my memory is shit.)

anyway here’s what i would personally do for a The One Thing animatic if i could draw. remember that this is gonna be skewed to the POVs im more familiar with so im sorry if your cubito doesn’t make it into the role you’d expect. i tried to include as many people as possible.

Edit: "Back in high school..." - not really necessary, but i imagine this story/"AU" taking place during the egg disappearance, which would explain the overly chaotic behavior of the islanders. not that they ever need a reason to be chaotic.

Narrator - Charlie. he’s not on the server as often but bc of that he would make a good “outside” pov narrator. also he’s just a got a really quick-with-it type of humor, cracking jokes and puns and doing wordplay/inprov’d songs at the drop of a hat, and he also loves telling stories.

Mr. Macnimara - Cucurucho. “And Mr. Macnimara was an asshole.” need i say more?

Jake Macnimara - Jaiden. beloved bird of the Federation, though that absolutely would not stop her from throwing a wild party for her friends in their offices if she could. Edit: also Quackity would make a really good option here. Cringefail man that the Federation likes to toy with, we love to see it. Also with his shit luck it makes sense that a party that he decides to host at the Fed offices (a bad idea in the first place tbf) would blow up in his face so hard.

(Bonus: Mrs. Macnimara - the Duck. the Watcher. ElQuackity. idk who’s funnier just whoever your heart desires.)

“And we all got up individually and thought: okay, let’s go over there, and destroy the place.” - split screen of Cellbit, Baghera, Maxo, and Bad. there could be more, like Mike, Etoiles, Phil, Tubbo, really anyone who hates the Federation and/or has an affinity for chaos. Foolish would be a really fucking funny option for this one because yeah he works for the Feds but He Absolutely Would. all of the characters would get up calmly, and on the word “destroy” flip to a Chaos Mode Engaged expression (Cellbit with a grin and bloodstains on his cheeks, Baghera w flames behind her and in her eyes, etc etc)

“People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off” - Tubbo and his backpack of 3749588383 chainsaws. tazerraft could also be a good option considering Pac’s love of beheading people and Mike’s generally unhinged behavior. tbh just anyone/everyone in morning crew.

Person who breaks the pool table - Etoiles. someone would dare him to and he’d get so fucking excited he would absolutely HURL himself at that pool table. (dogboy behavior)

Person who takes a shit on the computer - … look ive been blankly staring at this one for like 7 fucking minutes. my heart says Aypierre but i could not tell you why. just. anyone who would absolutely do some rancid, unhinged shit when given the opportunity. Foolish again maybe. idk.

Edit: "Something something, police." - Jaiden, if she isn't Jake Macnimara. She would totally say it in a "LOL UH-OH" manner. If not, I could also imagine Missa, Bagi, or Fit nervously/bluntly trying to warn people while laughing.

“Fuck da police!” - “Fuck da Feds!”/“Fuck da Federation!” from what i can tell, Charlie doesn’t have an active animosity towards the Federation, but a lot of his friends do, and he will do anything, ANYTHING to commit to the bit. he will do ANYTHING for the funnies, and if he thinks that shouting “Fuck da Feds!” at the top of his lungs is going to get a reaction out of people, he absolutely will.

Edit: "'I served my nickel, you come and take me!' confidence." - Mike. I have such a strong mental image of Mike drunkenly shouting this while Pac and Fit hold him up/hold him back. Fuga references my beloved. Also the fact that he was put in a Fed freezer for a while.

The Police - the Federation workers. obviously. bonus points for one unnamed guard/officer being impressed like “wooooow :0” and then widening the shot to reveal an unamused Agent 18 standing next to them, leaning into his walkie talkie saying, “Get the paddy wagon.”

“SCATTER!” - Phil. (if you know you know.) generally, people who don’t know Phil tend to think he’s pretty chill, so no one would expect him to do something like that. also when Charlie says “And my friend John—” it would cut to a ‘pause screen’ over the scene, Charlie coming on screen to clarify the “father” and “baby” parts by providing helpful pop-up images of family pictures with Chayanne, Tallulah, and Missa on screen. Resumes, presses play and the screen clears: “He grabbed a 40…”

Edit: "Until, two years later..." - again, not really necessary, but it could be something like, "Until, after Purgatory..."

Alex (guy who stole the photos) - Roier. HEAR ME OUT. Roier, similar to Phil, is just such an unassuming guy. he’s cheery and laughs a lot and cracks jokes, but deep down, he’s smart and he’s got a burning HATRED for the Federation. he’s not the kind of guy to start fights, but with everyone else causing chaos at the party, breaking shit in the offices/house, he would absolutely take the opportunity to steal Federation documents for his husband’s investigations. (or antique photos, if you want to keep with the high school setting/theme.) i mean he stole a fucking lamp from their offices once just because there was so much shit going on and he knew the Feds probably wouldn’t notice (iirc).

Edit: SOMETHING I FORGOT TO MENTION ABOUT ROIER. you could totally make the line “because it’s the one thing you can’t replace” a reflection of Bobby, who the Federation ‘killed’, so now he’s getting back at them. (i’ve put way too much thought into this.)

anyway that’s all! feel free to contribute if u want i just really love The One Thing. it’s an older fandom meme but yeah it still checks out.

(the sheer number of edits to this thing really speaks to how much it lives in my head lmaooo. there's more details but im not gonna include them here bc they're too visual.)

#qsmp #<-might take this off main tags idk yet #dont mind me im just rambling #i spent an hour on this #im so ffuckin sleepy