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[notmyneighbor]

Let Me In ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 7

Word Count ~ 3.9k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ minor mention of blood and gore, sexual content

Also available on AO3

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Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

You are walking the yard surrounding your home in early August.

Francis Mosses’ doppelgänger is beside you, his fingers laced with yours as the pair of you leisurely stroll. You love mornings like this. Lazy weekends when you shut the rest of the world out. There is just this, this safe haven you’ve created, away from the city where the invaders seek to gain entry and conquer, where the humans continue to try to see past the lies standing right before them, the deceivers and pretenders like the one whose hand you’re clutching now so tenderly. Except he isn’t like the others; nothing like any of them. He is yours, and you are his. There is nothing else like this phenomenon, what you have with him.

The blackberry bushes lining the picket fence are heavy with fruit, the plump, deep black specimens dull skinned, ripe and ready to be plucked.

“So many of them,” the copycat murmurs, halting beside you as your pace slows and pauses, contemplating the sight of those heavily laden shrubs.

You nod. “My grandparents used to make jam from them. I can remember spreading it on pancakes on Sunday mornings.”

“Do you still recall how to make the jam?”

“Yes. It’s not difficult. Just a bit time consuming. A lot of prep work.”

“We have the whole day. Want to try?”

“Really? You want to?”

“It sounds pleasant.” He tugs you gently towards him. “Everything with you is.” His lips meet yours, warm as the summer sun heating you through the button front dress you’re wearing.

“We need something to gather them in.”

“Will this do?” He reaches for the fabric of your dress about halfway down the skirt portion, lifting the loose material until it forms a kind of scooped makeshift basket.

“That’s what my grandmother did with her apron. Yes, this will do.” You reach for the handfuls he’s gathered, keeping the improvised bowl in place. “Only pick the ones that are black. No purple or red, they’re not ripe. Nothing shiny. Only the dull ones. They should come off fairly easily. If you have to pull too much, they’re not ready.”

The imposter milkman follows your directions and the dip in the fabric you’re clutching is soon full. It is a little awkward walking up the porch steps, balancing the unfamiliar weight at your front. There are stains on his fingers, on your dress as you dump the gathered berries into the colander he grabs from the cupboard for you, followed by a mixing bowl, anything he can find to relieve you of your burden. Overzealous in the picking, perhaps, but you don’t mind. The excessive berries would just have gone to waste otherwise, more than even your wildlife neighbors could indulge in.

“You should get used to having extra weight around your middle,” he murmurs against your ear. Still persisting in the notion of having a baby with you. The previous month had ended with your menses. You’ve no idea if it’s even possible to create a new life with the doppelgänger. You’re still conflicted about it. Afraid for its life, for yours and Francis’. But you can imagine the face. As a toddler. Convinced somehow it would be a boy. Identical in every way to his father. A father as devoted to him as he is to you. The child clinging to your side, standing in those same fields near the house in summer, looking at the world around him with those dark eyes that are unshadowed, not yet tired like his parent’s. Soft brown hair. Human, because you won’t let yourself imagine anything else; refuse to concede that it would be part doppel as well. “I can’t wait,” he says, his arms enfolding you from behind, your hands settling on his, the quartet all resting over your abdomen.

You smile, leaning your weight against his chest for a few moments before reaching for the faucet. It was time to rinse the harvest, removing the stray leaf or stem here and there. You fill a pan with water to boil to sterilize the lids of the mason jars. There are a set of them under the sink. The glass portion needs to be similarly treated. It will be hot in the kitchen with the stovetop working so hard. You lean and lift the window behind the sink a little higher, hoping for any sign of a breeze.

“Go pick out a record to play.” A new tradition. You let your lover choose the music, discovering what he likes best. Perhaps some of Francis’ favorites. Some for the invader alone. You cherish both selections equally.

The man and the doppel themselves; that is something your conscience has struggled with for many weeks now. You think you will always love Francis. But you love the new creature inhabiting his form, too. More and more with each passing day.

The music begins and you smile to yourself. Al Bowlly. Something from two decades ago, but a timeless classic. One of the records your mother had left behind when she’d moved to the city, inherited from your grandparents. You were long overdue for a visit to your mother and father. You’d received a letter not that long ago. Still safe. It was a worry that gnawed at you. One of the reasons you’d joined the DDD in the first place. Wanting to protect your family, the people you love.

The very thought of you and I forget to do

The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

You spread a tea towel on the counter. The jars will air dry there after you’ve finished preparing them.

I'm living in a kind of daydream and I'm happy as a king

And foolish though it may seem, why to me that's everything

“How am I meant to not want to dance with you when this is playing?” Your partner’s lips graze the nape of your neck softly, his hands on your waist.

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you

You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you

You smile again. A gesture that comes so easily when the imposter is around you. “After. You wanted to make jam, remember?”

“I want to make a lot of things,” he murmurs beside your cheek, his nose nudging aside a stray piece of hair that’s come free from where you’d pinned it up, mouth now on the patch of skin he’s cleared.

“Francis!” You giggle, playfully squirming in his arms. You aren’t really trying to get away. “I need your help. Use those muscles of yours and pulverize the berries. The potato masher is in the second drawer there.”

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

He rolls up his sleeves, beginning to crush the fruit while you gather the measuring cups and sugar.

“I know it’s equal parts berries and sugar. Three minutes to boil? And then another three after the sugar’s been added. Oh, I need the whisk, too. And one of the larger spoons to stir. Yes, that one, thank you.” Francis’ copy hands you the culinary tools you’re searching for, retrieved from the same drawer the masher had been in.

Speaking of which, he’s done a great job with the blackberries, making short work of them. For a brief second your mind teases an imagining of something far less pleasant being ground down like that, pulped human flesh, the gore that is left behind when a doppel feasts on a human. Your grip on the spoon tightens until it’s white knuckled and you force yourself to relax. You’re with him, the one that you love, that adores you. Your home. With the beautiful crooned words of longing issuing from the turntable in the background. Those horrors do not exist here. “Those look perfect. I think that’s maybe around six cups’ worth. But we’ll measure.”

Your estimate of the mixture volume proves fairly accurate. You begin stirring the berries in the stainless steel cook pot, watching the seeded dark red mixture begin to bubble, keeping an eye on the clock on the wall. The doppel is at the sink, already washing the used bowls and tools.

It’s time to add the sugar. You stir it in, once again timing your task, finally deeming the developing jam ready to be removed from the heat of the burner, switching the knob for the pilot light off as you move the pot to an unused burner.

You can feel the perspiration beading on your forehead as you whisk the heated fledgling fruit spread. Nearly there. Your strokes with the thin wired tool were releasing the natural pectin in the berries now. After that it was just a matter of filling and sealing the jars.

“What’s next? What can I do to help?” The doppelgänger asks, resting a hand on your lower back, where the heat lingers, making the dress cling damply to your skin.

“I think this is actually just about ready to start pouring.”

He turns over the mason jars that had been resting upside down over the tea towel to air dry, lining them up on the counter. You transfer small batches of the jam to a batter bowl, making it easier to fill each jar without spilling. A lot of dishes being used for this. Funny how you didn’t remember that part from childhood. Just the fun of making it with your grandmother.

The replicant screws the last of the lids on. The jam looks so inviting. You can’t wait to spread it on some toast with some butter after it’s had a day or two to set. Maybe just one day. You were really craving it now.

“It’s hot,” the imposter says, dragging a hand across his forehead. “I’m ready to head back into the tub after that.”

You like the idea of that yourself. “You should.”

“Coming with me?”

“I was hoping for an invitation.”

He kisses you and you taste the salt of his perspiration. “You look a little flushed. We definitely need to go cool down. And then heat up again.”

“Francis, you’re impossible. Go get the water running. I’ll finish cleaning up here.”

“It’ll be faster with both of us working together.”

You won’t argue with that, allowing him to assist you. Munching on some leftover blackberries as you work side by side. The last of the dishes done. Everything put away. Shutting off the record player on your way to the stairs. His hands work on the buttons of your dress after you’ve turned on the faucet to fill the tub. You loosen his belt. Shove the hem of his undershirt upward after he’s removed the outer layer. He reaches between his shoulders and pulls it free. You kiss the dip between his pectoral muscles lightly covered with dark hair. Suddenly finding yourself hungry for him.

“Should we wait on the bath for after?” he suggests.

“Yes. Definitely.” You switch the faucet off hurriedly, turning your attention back to him. He’s already entering the bedroom. The temperature in this room is hotter than it had been in the kitchen. No fresh breeze coming in through either of the windows. Just that stifling humidity. It needed to rain.

Undergarments removed. He kisses your bare shoulder, humming the song that had been playing the previous evening, when he’d met you at your front door, the start of your weekend together.

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

You sit down on the edge of the bed. A hand rests on your thigh as he kneels down. Fingers stained from some of the berry juice, garnet and magenta smudges along cuticles and nail beds. Your hand sinks into the hair you’d trimmed recently, finding it’s already growing long again. You bend to kiss his mouth and he tastes like the fruit, like summer itself, warm and fresh and sweet.

He leans to kiss the breasts that will one day bear the nutrition to feed your child, if it was ever meant to be, sucking gently, each nipple responding to that sensation, rising and hardening, the melody of that love song still emerging all the while.

Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

Then he is between your thighs, every kiss still languid, drowsy, a leisurely summer afternoon gifted in each touch of his lips on your skin. Caressing your legs, the limbs that part to receive him. Gentle kisses on those nether lips, still humming, sending little vibrations into your body.

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold

His tongue strokes your clit and you lean back slightly, hands sinking into the mattress, arms braced to either side. His hands curl around your thighs and he sups at your sex, the pace still unhurried, easing you along into pleasure. Delving into your entrance, rolling the taste of you on his tongue before sweeping through the petals back to your bud, massaging it from side to side, up and down, pausing every now and again to plant a kiss on your mound or thigh, suckling the bundle of nerve endings and then dipping back into your canal in short, gentle little thrusts, the tune nearing its end, reaching the final verses, but yours have just started, that thrumming he sends through you, deep inside, an echoing response in your core.

Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

You let your weight rest on one hand so you can touch his hair again, meet the gaze of those dark eyes watching you, those depthless pools of desire you get lost in, drowning, a tide that washes you away into your release against his mouth.

You're sweating profusely now, damp inside and out as you scoot yourself back to the center of the bed, making room for your companion to join you.

There is always the little surprised sounding moan when he first enters you, as if he’s forgotten that feeling, rediscovering it each time his cock pierces your pussy. His hips roll against you in slow, lazy thrusts. He combs your damp hair back from your face, hair that has completely fallen loose, natural. He kisses your forehead and cheeks and lips, your jaw and throat and ear lobes.

“I love you,” he breathes against your neck. His voice sounds raw, full of emotion.

“I love you, Francis.” You grind up against his damp body.

His face hovers above yours. “Marry me.” You gasp as he grabs one of your thighs and rocks forward, pushing deep inside of you. “Marry me, be my wife. Stay with me always.”

Your heart pounds. To be joined with him like that. The mark on your arm only a faint pink line now. The traces of the bite completely disappeared. He wanted to put a ring on your finger. Everyone would know, then. There would be no concealing it.

“Be the mother of my children. Be mine forever.”

“Francis…”

“Please.”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“I am happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you,” you add softly.

A heavy sigh as his body moves against yours, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. “My love, my only, mine.” His pelvis knocks against yours faster now. Your knees tightly embrace his ribs. Every part of skin your lips touch taste of salt. His hair is darker, saturated with sweat, the tendrils clinging damply to his forehead. A drop slides from his nose and pools between your lips. The arms bracing his weight near your face are trembling. So close to the edge of bliss.

“Love,” he gasps.

“Yes,” you answer, and he spills into you, filling your womb with his seed.

***

You sit inside the bathtub between the doppel’s legs, resting back against his chest.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, and you obey, hearing something being lifted from that basin of water. The wash cloth, you realize, feeling the cool liquid dripping onto you hair, sliding down over your heated face. Repeating until your hair is thoroughly drenched in the bath water, his fingers slicking back those wet tresses, smoothing over your eyes, your cheeks, curling beneath your chin and lifting your face so that he can kiss you. Your eyes open and you see him smiling. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.” A rumble of thunder in the distance. Finally, the rain was coming. “Will we lose the power again, do you think?”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t be so terrible, though, would it? Just being here in the dark together.”

“Not at all. I have fond memories of doing that very thing.” He kisses you again and your stroke the damp cloth over his forearms. “I am going to get you a ring, you know. Propose properly.”

“I know.” You lift his left hand and kiss it. “We should tell my parents. Visit.”

“You want me to meet them?”

“Why not? They’ll be your in laws. The grandparents of your children.”

“Hmmm,” he hums. “We will need someone to watch the little ones. When it’s time to make more…”

“How many are you planning on?”

“I don’t know. There’s no specific number. I just want it. Badly.”

“I know you do. I do, too.”

“You’re still scared.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t let anyone harm you. You, or the children. However many there are.”

“I know you’ll be a good father. A good husband.”

His arms tighten around you. “You are my perfect everything.”

***

You do not lose the power that evening.

There is light for your repast at the kitchen table. Still too soon to indulge in the fruits of your earlier labors—pun intended—and neither of you want to heat up the house again using the stove, so you have a simple meal of bread, cheese, grapes, and iced tea, listening to the storm outside, this one much calmer than the last, starting to write a letter back to your parents, beginning with the exciting news of your engagement.

“Do you think your parents will like me?”

You pop a few grapes into your mouth. “Yes. My mom is very similar in personality to me. My dad maybe a little gruffer, but he’ll soften with time. Especially when he sees how well you treat me. He’d probably like it if you asked his permission first. Just as a courtesy. A formality.”

Francis’ copy slices another piece of cheddar free from the block, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “What are you going to tell them about us, exactly?”

“Just that we met while I was working. You’re a resident in the building. The truth, you know.”

“But that’s not the whole story.”

You set your pen down. “I can’t tell them what you are. You know that.”

“Of course not. I’m just…wondering what to say. Or what not to say. How to behave.”

You lift the writing utensil again but don’t use it, merely holding it between your fingers. “Just be you.”

He looks over the top of his glass as you resume writing, neat cursive script filling the page. “Don’t forget to mention how handsome I am.”

“Hush, you.” You smirk, tossing one of the crumpled rough drafts at him and he easily catches it, returning your smile.

“And that I’m a good dancer.”

“You are a great dancer,” you concede, pausing again to tear off another piece of bread.

“We didn’t get to dance earlier.”

“We sort of did.”

His eyebrows lift. “I’ve corrupted you. That’s the sort of innuendo I’d deliver.”

“Speaking of which. No talking about wanting kids when we visit with my parents, at least not yet. They’re against premarital sex. Society doesn’t favor unwed women and it certainly doesn’t favor women who are unwed and pregnant. It’s because of the war. The need to repopulate, our purpose to create more soldiers.”

“We’re engaged, though.”

“Yes. But still not married.”

“I don’t want our children fighting in a war,” he says solemnly.

“Neither do I.” You pause, hesitating midway through writing again. “We are at war already. They’ll be born into it, just by the very nature of who they are. What they are.” You sigh, setting down the pen. The letter could wait for now. You don’t like the dark look on the features of the replicant sitting across from you.

“Come on. I owe you a dance.” You rise, reaching for the doppel’s hands and he allows himself to be tugged to his feet. “Go choose a record for us, my love.”

You clear the table while he rummages through the sleeved recordings. You leave the letter where it is. You’ll finish it in the morning, drop it off on your way to work Monday. At least there was one more day of this relaxed comfort, before you had to go back to the reality of the DDD.

You join your fiancé in the living room, positioning yourself with your dance partner, smiling as you recognize the song that starts to play.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek

“Fred Astaire, singing to Ginger Rogers. Another classic. This song was from the musical Top Hat. A big hit on the music charts.”

The doppel is silent, his hand warm against your waist, the other clasping your hand as you step and sway in a small circle.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak

When we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek

“My mom loves that movie. You’ll curry some favor if you mention it. We’ll have to watch it together. The movie house downtown plays classics on Sunday nights. I’m babbling, aren’t I?” Two more verses of the song have already passed by.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind. We should go. I’ll take you.”

“A real date.”

“Yes, a real date.”

You grin, nuzzling his jaw. “I look forward to it.”

Dance with me. I want my arms about you

The charms about you

Will carry me through to

“I like making you happy.” He draws back to look at your features. “I want your parents to like me. I know it’s important to you. It’s important to me, too.”

“They’ll love you,” you say softly. “How could they possibly not?”

“Because…”

“No.” You release his shoulder, resting a finger against his lips. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and that’s all that matters. I love you. You, inside of this man.” Your hand cups his cheek. “I’ve been calling you Francis all along. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s…not something you could ever pronounce. The differences in language…”

“I’ll do my best to learn.”

“Sweetheart. Call me Francis. That’s who I am now. Your Francis. Yours.” He kisses you, and you become lost in the feel of it, in the sound of the needle of the record player tapping restlessly now that the song has finished, in the lullaby of the soft patter of the rain outside.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #milkman #milkman x reader #milkman x you #thats not my neighbor #doppelganger #the milkman

[kuroshika]

"hannibal never loved will, he was obsessed"

"this is all i wanted for you. for us." - "if i could see you every day, will, i would remember this time." - "and achilles wished that all the greeks would die, so he and patroclus could conquer troy alone." - "because i am his... friend." - "we are her fathers now, will." - *guts him so cleanly that it can be easily surgically stitched* - *makes him soup when he's sick* - *draws gay fanart of the two of them* - *compares him to god and himself to a worshipper* - *defends him against alana and jack* - *turns himself in so that will will always know where to find him* - *gives up everything he's worked for to run away with him*

#hannibal nbc #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannigram #hannibal parallels #jack crawford #alana bloom #beverly katz #price and zeller #bedelia du maurier #kuroshika.txt

[transfemswagbracket]

💥 THE BRACKET, PART ONE 💥

This is a collection of the first side of the OC bracket, complete with summaries I did my best to compile and links to the original propaganda posts! There's another side to go consisting of 32 more characters, but I'm posting this early because it's been a while.

@da2base-com's Randal Ebony Clarke (x)

Randal Ebony Clarke (she/he/it), also known as Randy, is a teenage girl who enjoys spending her time drawing, collecting dolls and puppets, playing video games, and making music, along with studying and taking care of bugs! She's a quiet, cold, and cantankerous girl, but once once one gets to know her, they'll learn just how nice she can truly be! It's a shame she doesn't come out of her room very often.

@stargloom's Guppy (x)

Guppy (she/her) is an eel girl! She makes clothes and sells them online for a living, and lives in a shared apartment far far away from home. She gets homesick often, but she’s in the big city making a name for herself! (Why not help her out with your vote?)

@ellie-shaw-official's Julia Lowell (x)

Julia Lowell (she/they) is a popular internet content creator from an SCP AU who also happens to be a wolf god!

@splatterbrush's Dr. Brigan Harlow (x)

Dr. Brigan Harlow (she/her) is your local alien scientist— an apprentice at a shady laboratory! After a series of unfortunate events, she ends up accidentally reviving an ancient AI that plans to conquer the universe, and so she must set out with her friends to stop it... even if she really would rather just stay home and take a nap. Who doesn't love sentient alien fungi?

@fictofaggot's Faunre (x)

Faunre (he/him) is a DID system that consists of mostly transfem and nonhuman alters! His hobbies include being pretentious about music, picking random objects off the ground, and drawing silly My Chemical Romance fanart. He is quiet and generally unpleasant to be around, but his cringefail behavior and autistic awkwardness are off the charts, and that's all that matters.

@nickyisbitchy's Zoey (x)

Zoey (she/her) is a lesbian witch who owns a record store! She enjoys playing harmonica and drums, making jewelry, and home movies. She's a very quiet but passionate person, and when she believes what she's saying is true she isn't scared to get loud. She makes friends easily, but is very secretive. She takes care of her cousin's kid Melody, and she has two cats— a calico named Spot and a hairless cat named Dot!

@ndrogyny's Mortis Sofia Fiorentino (x)

Mortis Sofia Fiorentino (they/them) is an OC for the 4v1 survival horror game Identity V, and their story is set in the early 20th century. Having moved from Italy to New York City at a young age, Mortis realized they didn't feel at home in their growing body. A few years after coming out (to which their parents were luckily accepting), their father fell ill, and it was up to 16-year-old Mortis to get a job to help support their mom. They landed a job as an exterminator, becoming very efficient, and were eventually sent on a job up north that no one else wanted to take. Unfortunately, a freak earthquake occurred, and Mortis was trapped, left behind, and died. Their soul was so full of rage and betrayal that their ghost possessed their now dead body, and went on a search for closure.

@zayn-darkshadow's Filip Quarzen (x)

Filip Quarzen (she/her) is a silly gal who loves puzzles, musicals, and puppets! On a cursory glance, she may seem shy and unconfident in herself and her abilities— and while the latter is true, she can be very outgoing and bold! Mostly motivated by a love of theater, she can be extremely melodramatic, and she has a tendency to be sarcastic and a bit rude due to her lack of patience. She's also trans both in-universe and out— originally created as a little gay boy, now a little gay boy who's a girl!

@sikeyaout's Extrava Anza (x)

Extrava Anza (they/it) is the mayor of a town filled with supernatural individuals! They are also the sibling of a mad scientist and a professional party planner! Who doesn't love a squirrel girl?

@mikey-wazowski's Ria (x)

Ria (she/they) is a spooky creepy girl! She goes through a time loop, which eventually got to the point where she didn't care about anything anymore due to nothing having consequence. She ends up in a juvie for setting her house on fire, and in doing so, they find the person perpetuating the loops they go through.

@abrahamstalker's Janice (x)

Janice (she/her) is very shy and very buff! She's trying to balance trying to get a doctorate in psychology, meeting up with her parents regularly, and 2 part-time jobs. She's a fan of cutesy, Lolita-esque fashion, is learning how to crochet, and has two pet ferrets, Scrap and Pip! She recently moved in with her girlfriend and her girlfriend's family, who are still working up the courage to explain that the "family friend" who lives upstairs is actually a ghost...

@blxckmxmbo's Itsuki Kane (x)

Itsuki Kane (she/they/ix) is a streetfighter who ran away from an awful life at a young age in search of their father. She eventually found her dad, but it didn't end up going well in the end. During that time, however, ix really found herself as a person after having time to not worry about where she was going to sleep that night, and they transitioned! Ix's very blunt and mean, but is a softie at heart and likes to tease her friends.

@wyrm-in-a-closet's Sparkle (x)

Sparkle (she/her) is a shifter— a magical individual who can transform between a human form, an animal form, and a "half" form (part human, part animal). Her particular animal is a sparklemuffin spider! She's silly and stupid, and is horrible at social interaction— she would rather look at cool bugs in the forest, or cool rocks in the forest, or cool plants in the forest (she spends all her time in the forest). She's a wrestler and plays electric guitar!

@wickedsick's Barney Stanz III (x)

Barney Stanz III (she/her) is a clown who lives in her grandpa's attic. She fights aliens, makes band t-shirts for bands that do not exist, is deeply weird and generally not having a good time.

@maddestmewmew's Fertilizer La'Ctaid (x)

Fertilizer La'Ctaid (she/he), also known as Farty, is white and British but it's okay because she's a catgirl. Her parents were murdered in front of her as a child, but it wasn't that bad because their parenting sucked and she got millions in inheritance. She then spent all her money on a bookstore that gets no business and was so embarrassed that she changed her name and later figured out she was trans.

@cogheart's Chloe Liu (x)

Chloe Liu (she/her) is a Sim from a silly save called Franky World! She has saved Strangerville at least once and has scientist swag, a cute little kitty named Salmon, and three adopted children she cares for with Franky, Grim Reaper and her wife that are named Smelly, Stinky and Scared.

@wingedcatgirl's Vivi Elakha (x)

Vivi Elakha (she/her) is a wandering adventurer! She enjoys helping people and seeing the world, and the first thing she did as an adventurer was study of botany and alchemy in order to manufacture her own HRT. She also learned conjury so she could heal people, roguery so she could stab people, and maraudery so she could draw aggro from people.

@tboy-division's Victoria Otieno (x)

Victoria Otieno (she/her/any) is the pilot and engineer of the space pirate crew of the Insurgence! She gets the crew from place to place and keeps the ship in great condition, often with help from her partner Copperheart Jack. Otherwise, she’s usually found in the ship’s library or talking fashion with Tim, the ship’s first mate.

@foxxsong's Eli (x)

Eli (she/they) is a vampire! She was born albino and grew up with a single, emotionally distant yet controlling and possessive caregiver. After leaving home, she meets a vampire sometime in her mid-twenties— he supports her financially, a secret bid to increase her dependence on him beyond just emotionally, and eventually turns her as well. She's cautious and slow to trust but fiercely loyal to those who show her kindness, and has a soft spot for kids and teenagers. Despite her caution, she tends to fall in with bad people or into bad relationships because of the familiarity they bring.

@kalopseance's Embry Ward (x)

Embry Ward (she/her) is a famous detective in the kingdom of Valenstein, and is a respected yet distrusted figure. She exclusively investigates cases that pique her personal interest, and enjoys the thrill of investigation as a game and a way to test her intelligence. She's stubborn, stuck-up, arrogant and prideful, but has her own morals and a dislike of authority and the corruption she sees. She refuses to cooperate with any sort of organization and makes a living through investigative journalism and report writing. She was born to a rich family, but ran away in her teens— she hasn't had contact with any of her siblings in years, until she began investigating the Valenstein Killer case...

@simoni-999's Alegray (x)

Alegray (she/her) lives in an old, ruined science lab in which a woods has grown. She runs a small shop where she sells soap and candles (which cost nothing due to the fact that they live in a literal overgrown post-society), and is the only creature living in the Lab that has access to the internet. She has the power to harness light and make "stars", and her best friend is a skeleton goat!

@cat-of-starlight's Yuui Kyeglin (x)

Yuui Kyeglin (she/her) is a girl who recently entered a magic high school! She tries her best to be cheerful and bubbly to offset how she used to be before transitioning— she's still quite anxious and awkward, but most wouldn't realize due to the front she puts up.

@peri-universals-universe's Ferris Everett (x)

Ferris Everett (she/her) is the Elemental of iron! She lives with the other Elementals, who are immortal, godlike aliens with the power to control one of the elements on the periodic table each. She has powers over iron, including steel, cast iron, iron ore, human blood, and even cereal; if it has Fe atoms, it's hers to control. She's one of the most versatile Elementals; she is flexible and emotionally open on her own, yet around others she puts on a stoic mask. The stars worship and fear her, for she has the power to end them, yet they revere her for building the galaxy's infrastructure and setting up all the transition healthcare.

@vernalloy's Elaois (x)

Elaois (she/it/x) is a reality warper who rules over Mercury, the 5th heaven, one of the days of the week, and forethought. She decides she wants to be a girl after observing humans, who are about to be wiped out from a mass flood, and she enters the material world on Mars, quickly growing attached to a rover named Transcendence. X bonds to it so much that it eventually ends up granting it sentience on accident, being then forced to wrestle with the idea that she used her reality-warping powers selfishly. Living in a false reality messes with it, and x eventually learns that she's the arbiter of her own destiny and it's okay to want things.

@luckiestplant's Gabby Trinh (x)

Gabby Trinh (she/her) is gaslight gatekeep girlboss but with a strawberry banana flavor. She starts off like a typical Pokémon rival, but over the course of the story she gradually learns about the Power of Friendship with the protagonist. She's very goal-oriented and is always smiling and is often in a sort of silly-mean mood— she's just teasing, but often doesn't recognize when people are actually uncomfortable. She also has a bad habit of twisting people's words to fit what she thinks.

@lungfiz's Catharine Nimh (x)

Catharine Nimh (she/her) is the head of a perfume business and a cutthroat businesswoman. She is also the eldest daughter to the notorious Nimh family that's known for all things small-town drama, but, thankfully, seems to be quite sane compared to her relatives. She's not too skilled with people, but she is good with dogs!

@leonfoolery's Sydney Lennox (x)

Sydney Lennox (she/her) is the frontwoman of the British glampunk band The Blitz Babes! She's very bright and excitable, a glampunk master, and canonically a tumblr user, along with being gay and autistic.

@c0rnd0gge's Ava Lyne (x)

Ava Lyne (she/her) is in a band called Keyword:Trying with two best friends from middle school, in which she plays keyboard and bass! She is hard of hearing and insecure about it, but with the help of her friends, she's living her dream of inspiring hope and joy through song. She's known to be rather shy save for when she’s on stage, where she feels able to relax and move with the music. With her friends, she’s just as silly and chaotic as they are, and only wishes that she had the confidence to be as expressive in public as she is in private.

@wintry--mix's Scarlett (x)

Scarlett (she/her) is an axolotl! Her main goal in life is to have fun, she's calm, and she loves snacks.

@dinner-rol's Diamond Perez (x)

Diamond Perez (she/her) is a famous magician! She has a wife and daughter, and apparently if you don't vote for her you'll be haunted by her brother-in-law's ghost best friends.

@protagchihiro's Utau Yawara (x)

Utau Yawara (she/her) is a Danganronpa fancast OC, and her talent is covering songs. She survives her killing game, but at the cost of everyone she was close with— her two main losses were her friend that she was trying to cheer up, and her friend that she clicked very well with and had fun with who turned out to be the mastermind behind it all. She has a major case of imposter syndrome due to the fact that nobody likes her music, they only like her when she's piggybacking off of others' success.

@idikei's Rena Pacheco (x)

Rena Pacheco (she/he/it) is an angel from what can only be described as an off-brand heaven called "The Realms of the Above". He's a cyber-criminal who steals from the rich with the support of G•dz (not censored, just what they're called). It's extremely gay for a member of the criminal task force trying to hunt it down, and also has a monocle!

#oc bracket updates #transfemswagbracket #og post #i hope these are ok summaries i did my BEST flex emoji

[archwer]

he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.

I just realized that when they were younger, Patroclus was easily carried away with rage, envy, and pride. Not until him meeting Achilles, whose warmth melts every hatred and loneliness he has inside of him, steps in.

"He smiled, and his face was like the sun."

Patroclus saw Achilles as the light that brought him out of the darkness. A companion that assured him he never had to walk alone. And a lover that accepted all his imperfections.

However, as they grow older. We can see how the picture suddenly flipped. Achilles turned out to be the one conquered by hatred and pride, while Patroclus became everyone's sunshine. Achilles was cutting throats, Patroclus heals through his words. In spite of all, in spite of Achilles' earthquakes and mistakes: Patroclus' love accepted him, whole. And when the time came that Patroclus begged his lover to fight, joined the war, killed a demigod, and died: we saw how a part of Achilles died inside as well. To him, Patroclus was sunshine and he was midnight rain.

To conclude, it made me realize how they are both each other's light whenever one goes astray. Achilles' attitude towards that end may be upsetting, but that only strongly hints that despite of being a demigod, he is more of a human. And he took accountability for his wrong choices, grieving for his Philtatos, most beloved, Patroclus. Indeed, the characters were imperfect, but it is their flaws that manifest the art of being human. That these imperfections are nothing compared to the perfect love they have for each other, even in the afterlife.

"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun."

Patroclus and Achilles' love is boundless and everlasting, no one compares.

please help me find the artist of the fanart so i can give proper credits.

oh, it also reminds me of imperfect love by seventeen.

#achilles patroclus #art #writing #spilled thoughts #song of achilles #patrochilles #song of achilles thoughts #song of achilles ending #book #greek mythology #greek myth #quotes #my words #seventeen #svt #imperfect love #demigod #patroclus

[skylarstark4826]

I absolutely loved these Wakanda Forever fanarts from the ship of the characters of Attuma and Okoye together especially because I love the idea that in the following Black Panther movies if W'kabi returns and tries to conquer Okoye again so that they are husbands again then Okoye tells him that he already has another husband and that he does not want to go back with him but then W'kabu begins to mock before the idea that there is someone else who wants to be with Okoye other than him when suddenly a gigantic shadow covers him and listens The blow of a metal cane and then it freezes before he looks ahead and sees... Attuma with something very intimidating and fear while Attuma looks at him threateningly while he puts a hand on his shoulder discovering that Okoye while Okoye tells W'kabi that Attuma is her new husband and then when he turns to see W'kabi then see that he had already runn away clearly terrified by the presence and especially by Attuma's inhuman height before Okoye turned him to see happy knowing that Attuma was willing To fight against W'kabi in order to be able to have her by his side instead of giving up her so easily because of his love for Okoye. I honestly don't know about you but I would really like to see this in the following Black Panther movies.

By the way, this beautiful Fanarts of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I will let you know that right here I will leave you the link of the true creator of this masterpiece on Twitter

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #attuma and okoye #general okoye #mcu okoye #black panther okoye #attuma of talokan #mcu attuma #okoye #attuma #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

[thegeminisage]

i'm 'tell me what it was like in 2014' anon and can i just say. i am so honored by the time and care you put into that answer. WOW. it was such a delight to read and kind of vicariously experience. i'm 18 now so i was 9 when winter soldier came out, needless to say it was not really on my radar. But i've always been interested in those kind of golden tumblr age fandoms (doing destiel from 2020-2022 was like. the best experience of my lifeeee) and even like in middle school i was scrolling through pinterest screenshots of avengers incorrect quotes etc. that creative generativeness and collective celebration seems like. such a utopia honestly. what you described, and the cultural context of it being the mid 2010s and how media and politics and the internet wereback then seems so perfectly aligned. i'm happy you got to experience something so special! re: not easily conquered. i read it a few years ago just because of how renowned it was and. well you KNOW. and anyway the crazy fucking whiplash i got from realizing the supernatural blogger i followed later was EMILY??. the fandom's interest in history and culture is also especially beautiful to me. i will literally never see the winged victory the same way again. ik people always say fics written 2012-2015 have crack in them but stucky was on another level. people were doing literal highbrow analysis and art..that banana fic. i have i love you like rlb saved on my notes app from like 2018 when i was in middle school. the dedication and like crazy amount of work that went into the fandom is just out of this world to me. like i'd give my soul to be there honestly.. you just dont get things like that anymore. again thank you so so much for your wonderful long answer, and like honestly. if i ever pursue some project on fandom history i might ask to interview you or sth. but anyway, suffice it to say: i really really wish i could have gotten to see it first hand, but thank goodness i can still go back and read fic and look at fanart and. thank you it's been long long time by helen forrest. and i''m so glad people who were active online then are still on tumblr to talk about it all

hi sorry it took me a minute to reply i was doing accursed ten year rewatch of Movie. i have an extended reply.

you should listen to this...someone sent this to my friend and it unlocked memories i didn't knew i had

much like rlb, which was insane of you to remember, because i sure didn't. dropped that on the groupchat earlier and got to gleefully watch the horror of memories unlocked unfold on their faces

also so true about destiel tumblr. sustained madness. i romanticized stucky tumblr a little in my answer bc of nostalgia like i wasn't also making mortal enemies at the same time (i sometimes spot the urls of people who made me mad back then and have a ratatouille flashback) i was making those lifelong friends BUT you're not missing anything major bc the destiel madness FAR exceeded the stucky madness. there was just so much more mania to it.

when i was in high school i had the enduring desire to have been born in the 60s so i could be a hippie full time. i thought their clothes and anti-establishment attitudes were groovy. i feel like this is you about mid-2010s tumblr and i absolutely love that for you.

that said, you may not get movies like cap2 anymore but you will certainly get fandoms like it...i recently got into trek and reading spockanalia and all their vintage fic from the 60s and 70s and 80s and seeing in some ways how spock shock is so similar to destiel madness (and THEY didn't even have the internet) has taught me that the girlies gender neutral have been out here and primed to go insane from day one and that as long as there are mentally ill teens and 20-somethings who like media there will always be people who go insane about the media. they will grow into the 30-somethings and 40-somethings and higher that write the good fic and sell the smutty fanzines under the tables at cons. there will never be another tos or cap2 or nov 5 but certainly there will always be SOMETHING to go joyfully nuts about on the internet. the tricky part is just finding ur people

#liz answers asks #anonymous #personal #i will rb this tomorrow to make sure u see it since im answering at fuck o clock #also i remembered a detail i left out of my previous ask #which is fandom looking up the locations of shooting certain scenes and figuring out steves apartment was in the gay part of dc lmao #UNWELL!

[buckysteve]

what does your "i loved you first" tag mean? i've seen you reblog a lot of post with that tag but never been quite sure if it's for something specific or not

it’s my stevebucky tag! :) i have specific tags for a few of my fave ships, and stevebucky is one of them. i use it to tag gifsets and fanart of them, but also just quotes that i personally associate with them, instead of typing out the ship name.

the quote itself comes from a really well known stevebucky fanfic called not easily conquered, and it really emphasizes the heart of the ship, To Me.

#inbox #it’s honestly my fave tag to go through #on my blog

[muffinshark]

“beside him Steve quakes before the oldest and the only god.” (x)

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #howling commandos #stucky #not easily conquered #the thirteen letters #not easily conquered fanart #mcu fanart #??? sort of #m draws #the fanart i should have made back in 2015 i am 5 years late to this party #i have a few more scenes i want to illustrate knocking around in my brain so this might turn into a series of paintings #wips and start>finish and etc. can be found on my twitter!

[cowboypigeon]

- We belonged to each other before we ever belonged to ourselves.

(from not easily conquered)

hello tumblr today i offer you stevebucky at the grand canyon. companion to this

#bucky doesn’t get anything out of smoking anymore but he does it out of habit #steve can smoke but chooses not to #here’s my daily serving of psychic damage #you’re welcome #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #stucky art #stevebucky #stevebucky art #stevebucky fanart #stucky fanart #not easily conquered #artists on tumblr #marvel #mcu

[homieswithhades]

designed a book cover for the Not Easily Conquered trilogy by dropdeaddream and @whatarefears, aka the only fanfic i’d ever buy a physical copy of. 

#literally had so much fun making this graphic design is my passion #what i wouldnt do to have a floppy paperback of this sitting on my shelf 💔💔 #not easily conquered #the thirteen letters #a long winter #stucky #stevebucky #fanart #stucky fanart #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #fuck marvel ❤ #mcu #my art #technically #steve rogers #bucky barnes #peggy carter #steggy #captain america

[bisxualbucky]

Not Easily Conquered

#not easily conquered #my art #stevebucky #stucky #stevebucky fanart #nec #nec spiraling #i'm never going to get the ribcages looking like i want so i give up lmao #also ik the font on these is basically unreadable #but i feel like bucky's handwriting would be yk

[drunk-poems]

I don’t believe in God anymore.

I know, under my skin,

you’re the only thing left in this world worth worshipping.

r.j.

#yes it’s another one #*mine #the Catholicism woven throughout nec has me wrecked #not easily conquered #the kind of fanfic that deserves its own fanfics and fanart and poetry and everything #i’m emotionally compromised #poetry #stevebucky poetry #stucky poetry #stucky #stevebucky #nec

[olivertorre]

Y'ALL NEED TO FOLLOW TWITTER USER @thenicepotatoe their drawings are so beautiful and cute and they deserve way more appreciation. https://twitter.com/thenicepotatoe?s=08

#mcu #marvel #art #drawings #mcu fanarts #peter parker fanarts #bucky fanarts #bucky #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james barnes #stucky #stevebucky #steve and bucky #infinity war #not easily conquered #au #fanfic #fanart #wanda #vision #strongest avenger #steve rogers #captain america #thor #loki #thor and loki #loki fanart #thor fanart #loki laufeyson

[ncltscribbles]

“I won’t be in the history books; that’s for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what they say.”

- 13 Letters

https://www.instagram.com/p/CU4tdp2vuIg/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

“SBBS: Pauwiin ang non canon d-worded ship sa bookshelf” Part 1/4

James “Bucky Barnes Fanart that no one asked for, but I’m here to deliver hahahahaha. After months of planning and procrastinating, I’m finally starting this drawing series of mine. Gonna name this series “SBBS: Pauwiin ang non canon d-worded ship sa bookshelf”, just cuz I can. Started planning around June; it’s October now. I actually debated whether I would use a movie quote or not; kinda obvious what I choose cuz where is the fun lets make it vague and chaotic.

Reading “ Not Easily Conquered” after “4-minute Window” was not my best choice in life.

Am I obnoxiously too happy for this? Yes, I am.

#bucky barnes #bucky #james bucky barnes #stucky #buckyfanart #malec fanart #digital art #digital illustration #digitalart #fanart #james buchanan barnes #stevebucky #bucky barnes fanart #james barnes #1940bucky #preww2bucky

[yanderenightmare]

just curious, do you see the bnha characters as japanese? like ethnic wise. like i see you write that they're still situated in japan and they technically are speaking japanese, but idk, i don't think its bad to not picture them as ethnically japanese, what about you

this is actually a good question, let me guys know what you think in the comments cuz im genuinely curious about this too.

goodiebag WARNINGS: please note that there are foolish-fun stereotypes ahead, please don't take them seriously at all, sorry if i offend anyone with this, please know i mean nothing by any of it

BNHA thoughts

I personally don't view most of them as ethnically Japanese. Not for any big reason, just because associations and such get in the way. But it's weird, because sometimes I'll be looking at fanart of for example Bakugo where the artist has chosen a realistic approach and I'll suddenly be reminded of him being Japanese, which is a surprise to me.

It also throws me off because, I know they are technically still speaking Japanese even though I'm writing english speech. But, like for example with Bakugo and Hawks, I give them like a ragged accent, and when I write Shoto I'Il give him a slightly posh vocabulary. So, it's interesting...

Just another disclaimer. I feel it should be obvious that these are stereotypes that are untrue, and that if you have an issue with discussing such tropes it's your responsibility to stop reading now. There are trigger warnings at the top of the post, so any unsavoury feelings beyond those are out of my hands and on you.

Sorry for being harsh, but apparently some people need to be told twice.

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Going off of stereotypes, he's just too disrespectful to be Japanese.

And no one will agree with me on this, but...

I get such a Slavic vibe from Bakugo.

Like, hear me out.

RA RA RASPUTIN!

Looks mysterious and smart until he starts loudly yelling for no reason. The seemingly uncalled for and bottomless rage making him look like an oaf. The pouting and grunting like he's forgotten basic human speech.

That slavic fashion though-

Black crew neck and chain.

Tattoos and rings.

A nose that's been broken a few too many times.

Cut brow, popped lip and bruised knuckles.

You can't deny how natural it would be to see Bakugo unscrewing a bottle of absolute vodka and proceed to drink it like it's water with the same bored unfazed expression on his face. I'm talking no swallowing, just letting it pour down his throat, like it's nothing, just chugging it down.

Don't even get me started on the stereotypical Russian bad guy. Cunning and sinister, emotionless demeanour and cruel behaviour, until going completely feral and ballistic when things don't go according to plan, flipping the table and screaming at his henchmen, calling everyone useless.

CYKA BLYAT!

BUT, I used to get a Scandic feeling off of Bakugo because of the ash-blonde hair, the obsession with war and conquer like he's some Viking or Berserker, and the sand-coloured slightly tanned skin like he's been on a longboat for weeks rowing, bulging biceps and roughed hands.

I can picture him holding an axe so easily, dressed in fur for warmth, maniacal battle grin, blood-splatter on his face.

But then again, I might just be biased from seeing that one medieval fantasy alternate universe end-credits in season two.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Completely off the bat, the curls have always given me Jewish vibes.

Then there's the cunning and the calculating, the wild thinking-rampage he goes on, dissecting and analysing, playing though every possible scenario and picking the easiest approach for the desired outcome. The strictly academical approach, the brain over brawn.

I can also picture him circumcised. No specific reason.

Also, there's just a certain association with that type of resilience he has. Being a minority, but still aiming for the top. Some people will call it greed, but fuck them.

And, I don't know if you guys watch Eurovision, but Isreal won a couple of years ago with Toy by Netta Barzilai and can't you imagine Deku singing that at Bakugo like a fucking legend. Someone should make an animatic.

I'm not your toy! Not your toy!

You stupid boy! Stupid boy!

Also, I think Inko being the exact embodiment of a stereotypical Jewish mother having something to do with it too. Overprotective, smothering, overbearing, but loving and very proud of her son and his achievements.

THE TODOROKI'S

This is a tricky one.

All I know is I feel it's a mix of two ethnic groups/nationalities.

The brute power-obsessed Enji x the elegant kind Rei.

Britain x Scandinavia seems about right, but it could also be America x Canada.

Enji, for me at least, it might be the red hair, but he's like a brute Irishman or Scott. But same could be said about him being American.

And then Rei, because of the ice, is Scandi, like an elegant Swede. And again, same could be said about her being Canadian.

Shoto, to me, is so Swedish it hurts. But I can also see the Canadian in him. The aloof but kind personality. Pretty like a greek god, sharp facial structure, but pale like Jack Frost. The posh talk and the hidden psycho.

Edgy chainsmoker Dabi is like a British rockstar. Daddy Issues, The Neighbourhood anyone? But then again, take any some by Green Day, which is an American band, and it would be Dabi for me as well.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

American.

Strictly based on air force pilots.

Aviator sunglasses. The fur suede jacket. The cargo-pants. The boots. The blown-back golden locks and the pearly-white smile, the royal-red wings, he's only missing baby-blue eyes.

Laid back, almost too chill. So cool you'd stutter when speaking to him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

French or german.

No idea why though.

They just have sexy snakey languages, being whispered in the ear with that accents would make me melt.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

So Australian it's almost exhausting.

There aren't any men manlier than the ones in Australia.

So fearless they're dumb with haphazard.

Crocodile Dundee anyone?

This guy would wrestle any animal that is up to the challenge, the crocs, the sharks, the kangaroos. He'd bite back. He'd punch.

Surfing. Boating. So tan. Always topless

Scars where he's scratched himself on the reef.

Fun, breezy personality. Not a care in the world. Just out here living life. The more danger, the better.

KAMINARI DENKI

Again, maybe a bit controversial.

But English, right?

Smooth talker with that sultry english accent, rock vibes, pot, fine dresser, quirky coloured slacks and brown leather belt, matching leather watch slapped around his wrist, tinted glasses with thin steel lining, hair-gel, untucked shirt with a ribbed white tee beneath the flannel.

Such a hipster it's almost nauseating.

Beatles, Doors, Rolling Stones, late night guitar practice by himself, amateur poetry with a bottle of beer.

Bottle-cap collector, tries a new local beer brand every time he drinks.

CHISKAI KAI

This one is Japanese, because of one word:

Yakuza.

Narrow eyes and pretty lashes. The way he looks at people like their dirt beneath his shoes. The mask.

Suit and tie, but something so anime like a purple faux-fur bomber-jacket.

Power, control, secrets, corruption.

Pride, honour, respect.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

I have no idea?!!?!?!

THE FUCK, help??

.

These are just some honourable mentions:

TENYA IIDA

Japanese.

Respectful. Top grades and education focus. Family honour.

ASHIDO MINA

Afro-American.

Cool. Dance moves, street and breaking. Style. Hangs with the boys and the girls, no stress. Trash-talk and diss.

SERO HANTA

Just mexican for me, can't explain why.

YOAYOROZU MOMO

Italian.

Just that one innocent don daughter of the mob.

Wealthy. Stylish. Daddy's girl.

URURAKA OCHAKO

So cute, which is Japanese for me.

But then she's kinda chubby thicc too with the round doe-eyes eyes, and I feel her personality is kind of American.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia