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spaceratprodigy · 4 months

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OCs as Obscure References

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👇❤💜 Faith, Iris, Maril, AND Poppy 💙🖤👇

Name:

Captain Faith Hawthorne

Animal:

Rat / Bunny / Sprat

Colors:

❤🖤💛

Month:

August

Songs:

Pressure – Billy Joel

Chop Suey! – System of a Down

Autoclave – The Mountain Goats

Angel with a Shotgun – The Cab

I Think We're Alone Now (Cover) – Billie Joe Armstrong

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

The Longest Time – Billy Joel

Number:

Plants:

Peony / Spider Lily

Smells:

vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline (x)

Gemstone:

Villiaumite / Peridot

Time of Day:

Sunrise / Middle of the Night

Season:

Spring / Autumn

Places:

Fallbrook, Devil's Peak Station, Botanical Lab, Edgewater, Grand Colonial Hotel Penthouse Suite, Purpleberry Orchards

Food:

Empanadas, Rice, Sofrito, Sweets and Pastries, Cheese, Potatoes

Drinks:

Water, Tea, Orange Juice, Milk, Rum

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Leo

Seasonings:

Adobo, Sazón

Sky:

Full of Stars

Weather:

Warm Spring Day

Weapons:

The Vermin II

Hunting Rifle Hyper

Phin's Phorce (sentimental)

Social Media:

Tumblr

Makeup Product:

Black Nail Polish

Candy:

Dark Chocolate

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Spaceship (via The Unreliable)

Art Style:

Art Nouveau / Baroque

Fear:

loneliness, alcoholism, addiction, abuse, not being good enough, the drastic consequences of failing or not making the "right" choice, how many people she's hurt, never being safe, never being happy, whether or not she's capable of love or being loved back, never finding comfort, her numbness and anger consuming her

Mythological Creature:

Phoenix

Piece of Stationary:

An old, worn, well loved paper. The edges have started turning brown, on it is written all sorts of calculations and schematics that probably only make sense to her, some doodles in the margins where she was lost in thought.

Three Emojis:

⭐🐀📚

Celestial Body:

Cone Nebula / Carina Nebula / Eye of God

Name:

Miss Iris

Animal:

Deer / Bear / Radstag / Yao Guai

Colors:

💜💙🖤❤

Month:

December

Songs:

Invisible Touch – Genesis

Everybody Wants You – Billy Squier

Black Sheep – Metric

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For – U2

I Want You to Want Me – Cheap Trick

Babe – Styx

All Night Forever – TWRP

Number:

Plants:

Iris / Forget Me Not / Hyacinth / Lily of the Valley

Smells:

gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor (x)

Gemstone:

Rhodolite Garnet / Scorodite

Time of Day:

Sunset

Season:

Winter

Places:

Red Rocket Truck Stop, Sanctuary, Valentine Detective Agency, The Third Rail, Diamond City Radio, Atom Cats Garage

Food:

Soups, Fruits, Veggies, Breads, Breakfast Foods

Drinks:

Coffee, Milkshake, Fruit Juice, Whiskey

Element:

Earth / Water

Astrological Sign:

Sagittarius

Seasonings:

Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, Rosemary, Parsley, Coriander

Sky:

Warm Sunset Colors

Weather:

Chilly Jacket Weather

Weapons:

Agamemnon the Fuck Upper (10mm pistol)

Amadeus (rifle)

Le Boom Stick Terribles (combat shotgun)

Social Media:

Makeup Product:

Dark Eyeshadow

Candy:

Chocolate with Caramel / Toffee

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking

Art Style:

Rococo / Art Deco / Impressionism

Fear:

losing everything and everyone she loves all over again, not being good enough, not being able to help or save people, causing harm or pain to others, being a burden, never being loved, never being wanted, never being able to free herself, never being able to rebuild a new life with people to love and be loved back by, failing her son, becoming a mother again, failing as a mother again

Mythological Creature:

Siren / Fairy

Piece of Stationary:

A love letter handled with the utmost care. She poured her heart into her elegantly written words. The precision is not lost on you, she wants it known you were worth the time. She signs her name with a lipstick kiss that makes your heart flutter. The parchment smells slightly like her gentle perfume.

Three Emojis:

💋💐🎭

Celestial Body:

Fireworks Galaxy / Pandora's Cluster

Name:

Maril Highwind

Animal:

Crow

Colors:

🖤💙💚💛

Month:

March

Songs:

Shipmeisters' Shanty – Yoko Shimomura

Traverse Town – Yoko Shimomura

The Afternoon Streets – Yoko Shimomura

A Twinkle in the Sky – Yoko Shimomura

Asteroid Attack – Yoko Shimomura

Number:

Plants:

Hydrangea / Morning Glory / Sunflower

Smells:

oil, grime, workshop smells, ink, parchment, wood, paint, dusty old books, the smell of food cooking in the Twilight Town Bistro (x)

Gemstone:

Azurite / Malachite

Time of Day:

Early Afternoon

Season:

Summer

Places:

Traverse Town, Hollow Bastion, The Grid, 100 Acre Wood, Twilight Town

Food:

Sea Salt Ice Cream, Sugary Skies Ice Cream, Royalberry Ice Cream, Carrot Potage, Beef Sauté, Tarte aux Fruits

Drinks:

Lemonade, Limeade, Orange Juice, Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate

Element:

Lightning / Air

Astrological Sign:

Aries

Seasonings:

Basil, Oregano, Cumin

Sky:

Clear Blue

Weather:

Perfect Summer Day

Weapons:

Custom Twin Shooters / Rifle

Social Media:

Instagram

Makeup Product:

Sparkly Cosmetic Stars

Candy:

Sour Gummy Worms / Cotton Candy

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Gummi Ship

Art Style:

Futurism / Neon Art

Fear:

abandonment, something bad happing to her family and friends, not being able to protect the people she cares about, the darkness, her world disappearing while she's away

Mythological Creature:

Wyvern / Harpy

Piece of Stationary:

A stack of worn, rolled up scrolls. The dustier ones are filled with spells and runes you're not quite sure how to read. The ones that smell of inks and paints are beautiful illustrations of various gummi ship designs. The newest scrolls are countless blueprints, they are quite fascinating! Many are for building gummi ships, some are for custom weapons and defense systems.

Three Emojis:

✨🛸🤖

Celestial Body:

Cosmos Redshift 7 / Saturn

Name:

Poppy

Animal:

Snake / Deathclaw

Colors:

❤🖤

Month:

May

Songs:

Foreign Object – The Mountain Goats

Choked Out – The Mountain Goats

Raining Blood – Slayer

Light Up the Night – The Protomen

I Am... All Of Me – Crush 40

Want You Gone – Jonathan Coulton

Number:

Plants:

Poppy / Bleeding Heart

Smells:

Blood, Filth, Campfire, Mildew, Foul Stench of Death

Gemstone:

Cuprite / Amber

Time of Day:

Evening

Season:

Summer / Autumn

Places:

Nuka-World, Grandchester Mystery Mansion, Pickman Gallery, The Combat Zone, Goodneighbor

Food:

Candies, Jerky, Noodles

Drinks:

Nuka-Cherry, Smoothie, Slushie

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Gemini

Seasonings:

Paprika, Cinnamon, Crushed Red Pepper

Sky:

Dark and Cloudy

Weather:

Stormy and Slightly Windy

Weapons:

Disciples Blade (from Nisha)

Pickman's Blade

Chain-Wrapped Aluminum Baseball Bat

Triple-Hooked Meat Hook

Social Media:

Twitter

Makeup Product:

Red Lipstick

Candy:

Cherry Flavored Candies

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking / Train

Art Style:

Expressionism / Surrealism

Fear:

weakness, not being able to defend herself, being captured or imprisoned in any way, loss of autonomy in any way

Mythological Creature:

Hellhound

Piece of Stationary:

An old, torn, crumpled up piece of paper. It's covered in dirt, or maybe that's soot. Did someone try to burn this? The handwriting is sloppy, but the words tell a story. Perhaps a diary entry. It's hard to read, but it's heartbreaking, desperate. This is something someone had to tell, to get it out of their system. It looks as if they tried to destroy it when they were done but swiftly changed their mind. Maybe, in the end, they hoped someone would find it, someone would know their story, maybe even find comfort in it that they're not alone if they've been forced to endure the same pain.

Three Emojis:

🗡💀🍒

Celestial Body:

Sun / Engraved Hourglass Nebula

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open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

#uh oh besties I felt like doing all of the girlies #also bc I wanted to show off the updated banners I did for them #faith and iris coded lmao #captain of the unreliable #sole survivor #maril highwind #poppy

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holocene-sims · 5 months

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ocs as obscure associations

i was tagged by @dandylion240 - thank you so much!! 🥰

i'll tag 💌 @queeniecook @igglemouse @mangosimoothie @minty-plumbob @stargazer-sims @seyvia @nectar-cellar @jonquilyst + anyone else who wants to do this!!

we'll do this for henry 💙 sort of a surprise character but he gets a huge focus in the next part of the story (which i'm finally starting to write and take pictures for rn), so let's get to know him better! ✨

animal: crow

color: blue

month: november

song: new youth - se so neon

number: 5

plant: ficus tree

smell: ink, eucalyptus

gemstone: diamond

time of day: dawn

season: winter

place: somewhere with a view overlooking a city

drink: caramel macchiato

food: haemul kalguksu (seafood noodle soup)

element: air

astrological sign: sagittarius

seasoning: onion powder

sky: partly cloudy

weather: sunny but chilly

magical power: telepathy

weapons: baseball bat

social media: letterboxd

makeup product: moisturizer

candy: laffy taffy

mode of travel: car

art style: precisionism

fear: death, blood

mythological creature: inmyeonjo

piece of stationary: a cool set of stamps

three emojis: 📸🎨☕

celestial body: the moon

#hiiii grant's canonical bestie ily #tag games #hlcn: henry #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

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“Must’ve been hard for (Y/N), being all alone,” said the girl, chewing on a nail. “She must’ve had to be brave.”

Her mother raised a brow with a cheeky smile.

“And Izuku didn’t?”

The girl thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess.”

“Well, I think becoming a soldier of fortune is a scary thing,” the mother replied, leaning back in her seat, watching the distant ocean waves. “There’s always someone trying to kill, maim, or cheat you in that life.”

“But he didn’t even make it that far!”

The mother laughed.

“Am I telling this story, or are you?”

Her daughter pouted, comically poking out her bottom lip as she crossed her arms. “It’s just that he didn’t, is all.”

“Of course not,” her mother replied, still watching the waves. “He scarcely spent a week aboard the ship meant to carry him off to the front lines of Gildur before disaster struck… ”

***

By his fourth day aboard The Dragon Maid, Izuku decided that he didn’t much care for people outside his village, even if they were all from the same Florin stock.

The Dragon Maid was a Florin ship of the line, with eighty guns and a mean, smelly crew. They were certainly an unpleasant lot by anyone’s standards; they screamed, they cursed, they gambled, they drank, and they hated anyone who wasn’t one of them. Whenever Izuku passed, they’d spit and swear, always ready to start a fight— but strangely enough, Izuku had gotten so used to Bakugou’s prickly personality that their treatment hardly fazed him. Hatred and vitriol were nothing to him; rather, it was the disdain and scorn of his fellow soldiers— especially the officers— that galled him more than anything.

Since the day he boarded the ship, Izuku had never fancied himself above any sort of work. Often, found himself swabbing the deck in lieu of learning other skills to make himself useful on board during the journey, and he took every possible opportunity to learn as much as he could from anyone who would teach him. His peers, with their noses in the air and their thumbs up their arses, would laugh and jeer at him, tossing around under-handed insults to everything from his appearance to the question of his legitimacy, and more than once, he’d had enough cause to demand satisfaction, should he have desired it. Even so, he’d kept his mouth shut. It was of no consequence whether or not he was well-liked. His earnings would come with or without the acceptance of his peers, and once he had those, he would return to (Y/N) just as he had promised.

Still, being in the company of such unbearable pricks with no reprieve was almost torturous, and Izuku found his patience tested to its limit and beyond. It was on that fourth day of the journey— a hot, sunny, bloody miserable day— that Izuku finally lost his composure, giving insult the dignity of a reply.

It all began with a man named Shoto Todoroki.

Todoroki was a quiet man, calm and serene, with two-tone hair and a scar on his left eye. Ordinarily, Izuku would have preferred his company to that of the other officers— silence was far better than jeering, after all— had it not been for the air of superiority that followed the prick like a dark cloud, heavy and oppressive in every move, every breath he made. As it was, Todoroki reeked of entitlement and daddy’s money and a military education, and Izuku despised him.

“Why are you here?”

The question came out of nowhere. Izuku was belowdecks, helping the cook— an old, greasy, gnarled man with a missing leg and withered arm— with his duties, chopping onions, cleaning pots, anything to make himself useful, when Todoroki came down to fetch a meal for the captain, with whom he’d been in conference all morning. As soon as the chef was busy preparing the meal, Todoroki turned to Izuku and asked that singular, pointed question like a quarterstaff to the head.

“Excuse me?” Izuku asked, wondering if he’d somehow misheard.

“You are a farm boy with no education,” said Todoroki, his expression impassive. “You have no fighting skills that I have seen, and you’re too meek to defend yourself against the others when they harass you. You have no rank, no name, and no fighting spirit— so I’ll ask again. Why are you here?”

Izuku blinked. He blinked again. Todoroki was still standing there, so Izuku figured he’d better make some kind of reply before he was deemed a more of a fool than he already had been.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” he shrugged.

Todoroki’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s all of our business.” Todoroki’s hand drifted to the cutlass at his waist. “When we go out and fight, you may end up being the man that watches my back. If you’re worthless, then I have a right to know why you think you’re worthy of guarding my back, or anyone else’s, for that matter.”

Since his arrival on the ship, Izuku had done nothing but work to prove himself. He had endured all with a steel spine and iron balls, and he had kept his tongue carefully in check. Somehow, this insult, delivered so matter-of-factly, was worse than all the others. This was cold, impersonal.

This was unbearable.

“I’m not worthless.”

As you are, you're unfit, unworthy—

Todoroki raised a brow. The cook was wisely silent, and stood as much apart from the two of them as he could in such cramped quarters.

“Are you not?”

You're not someone who can provide for her.

Izuku’s hands balled into fists at his side.

“No,” he replied. “I am not.”

Todoroki hummed.

“I don’t believe you.”

Izuku’s vision went white. He felt his hand close around the handle of a cast-iron pan, freshly hot from the fire, and he swung it wildly, connecting it to Todoroki’s face once, twice, three times before he was pulled away and shoved to the floor.

“Madness!” cried the cook, fury in his gnarled face. “Bloody fucking madness! Were you born without brains, you stupid bastard, or did you give it away to some poor beggar?”

Across the way, Todoroki was holding onto the counter, pulling himself upright. Izuku’s blows had dazed him, struck him down, but not downed him entirely. Briefly, the urge to lunge once more washed over Izuku, but he did not succumb to it. Instead, he put his head in his hands, and he felt hot tears begin to form in his eyes.

He’s right, Izuku thought miserably. I have no place here. These people have trained their whole lives to be killers, leaders, professionals— and I’m as green as summer grass. I should have a plow in my hand, not a sword. What the hell am I thinking?

Who knows how long he would have sat there in his misery, or what would have happened, had there not been a timely interruption? Certainly, striking a ranked officer like Shoto Todoroki would have resulted in severe consequences for someone like Izuku— but in that very moment, a series of whistle blasts sounded, and the three men in the kitchen looked at one another, frozen in place.

“Was that—”

The words were barely out of Izuku’s mouth before Todoroki was bounding across the kitchen and up the stairs, taking them three at a time.

“Enemy ship!” said the cook, pulling Izuku to his feet with more strength than Izuku would have given him credit for. “Up lad— go, go, go!”

Izuku scrambled up the stairs and onto the deck, and out of the confused throng of sailors and soldiers, Bakugou grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the starboard side of the ship.

"Get ready," Bakugou told him, nodding across the water to a speck of a ship a good ways off. "She flies Gildur's flag."

Izuku swallowed.

"You're sure?"

Bakugou nodded.

"She's a big ship. Bigger than ours."

"Well," said Izuku, "How do we counter that?"

Bakugou turned to him then, his russet-red eyes sharp.

"I don't know," he said, "but if I had to guess, we'll need to get the fuck off of this ship and onto that one, especially if they have more guns than we do."

Izuku huffed a panicked laugh.

"Better to be on the ship with less holes in it, I guess."

"And better to take out the other men aboard before they can take more of us."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

Both Izuku and Bakugou turned to find Shoto Todoroki standing behind them, still as regal and princely as ever he was, despite the fact that he should be growing a goose-egg on the side of his head even now. Dark thoughts passed over Izuku, and his hand gripped the dagger he kept strapped close to his breast, ready and willing to finish what he had started— but Bakugou stepped between them and into Todoroki's space, his nose inches from the nobleman's.

"It's impolite to eavesdrop, my Lord Cunt," Bakugou snarled. "Fuck off elsewhere quick-like, before I start feeling antsy."

Bakugou's hand went to his pistol— a less quiet solution than Izuku's dagger, but one that would prove just as effective— but Todoroki raised his hands in a surrendering motion.

"It's a genuine question. If you don't want to die, listen closely."

Todoroki explained their situation in no uncertain terms. The gunners belowdecks would be doing all they could to destroy the other ship, and the captain would be giving orders and steering the ship so that they would be in the best strategic position to strike. Under no circumstances were they to board the other ship without the captain's orders. At best, they would cause confusion among the men, and many would follow them, leaving their own vessel undefended before it was time. At worst, they would simply die.

"But," said Todoroki, "there are things a man might do to make himself useful, and there are exceptions to every rule when a ranked officer is among your company."

His meaning suddenly became clear. If the two of them stuck with him, Todoroki would take what they had to offer, and with his knowledge and experience, he would put them to their most effective use.

"Very well," said Izuku, releasing his dagger. "Lead on, Midshipman."

Izuku could have sworn he saw Todoroki's mouth tick upwards— the first expression he'd seen from the man— but it was gone before Izuku could be sure he hadn't imagined it.

In hindsight, Izuku should have realized that the conflict would not commence immediately. Rather, it took several minutes for The Dragon Maid to come close to the other ship, and even longer for her to draw alongside. The wait was unbearable— not just for Izuku, but, it seemed, every man aboard as well. All were twitchy and tense and silent as a graveyard, and even Todoroki seemed to have a darkness about him that had not previously been present… but when the action finally began, it became impossible to tell one moment from the next, and Izuku was glad of Todoroki's earlier direction.

The deck was in chaos. Muskets were firing, men were dying— and Izuku was standing there, gaping like a fish out of water. He stood behind Todoroki, who was screaming orders above the din of the cannons— Fire! Quickly, you sons of bitches, load! Fire!— and from all that he could tell, there was nothing more that he could do.

That was, until a man a few feet from himself was blown backwards by a cannon blast, his left arm lost to the blow.

Izuku's body moved on its own. He was over to the man in an instant, flinging the soldier's remaining arm over his shoulders.

"Take him to the surgery!" Todoroki commanded him. "Iida will know how to staunch the bleeding!"

Izuku lifted the man with strength he didn't know he had, and by himself, he dragged the man belowdecks and took him to the serious, severe-looking barber-surgeon. When Izuku entered, Tenya Iida was shoving a biting stick into a sailor's mouth, and a second later, the barber surgeon began pulling out a large, cylindrical piece of broken, jagged wood out of his shoulder.

"Iida!" Izuku called out over the screaming of the wounded sailor, "This man needs immediate medical attention!"

"One at a time!" the medic barked without looking over. "I have no one to triage—"

Izuku wasn't there to hear excuses. He hefted the man he was carrying to the operating table, then grabbed Iida's shoulder and roughly made the medic face him.

"If you don't do something for this man, he will die," Izuku said, fury coloring his words. "He's losing a lot of—"

Roughly, Iida shoved him away, and told Izuku that he would not be bossed around in his own surgery— but even as he did so, he began to prepare a tourniquet for the wounded man Izuku had brought in, so Izuku figured his part was done and made his way back to the deck of the ship and into the fray.

The scene he rejoined was not pretty.

In the brief moments Izuku had been gone, enemies from the other ship had boarded The Dragon Maid. Everywhere he looked, Izuku saw cutlass locked with cutlass, strength matched with strength; across the way, he could see that Todoroki was back-to-back with Bakugou, each of them fending off Gildur's soldiers for all they were worth, and he cursed himself for not being at their side when things turned ugly. Soon, however, he would find that there was no time to worry with such; for the moment he placed a single foot forward, Izuku found himself engaged with defending his own neck.

It took three deaths for Izuku to reach his former position. The first death came quick, easy; a man came running headlong at him, screaming like a banshee, and Izuku side-stepped instinctually, just like Aizawa had taught him.

"Momentum is a hard thing to stop," Aizawa told him weeks ago at their first training, "but an easy thing to counter. Its strength is its weakness, and once a man's back is to you, it's easy after that."

As Izuku plunged his sword at an upward angle into the small of the charging man's back, he reflected on the truth of those words. Aizawa had taught him to think first, act second— but he was now so practiced that the thinking bit was almost subconscious.

How's that for worthless? he thought somewhat smugly— but that pride only lasted as long as it took to take three more steps, and then he was engaged once more.

Izuku caught an overhead blow with the blade of his saber, using two hands— one on the hilt, one on the blade— to brace against the crushing strength of his opponent. The man before him was burly, strong, but it made him slow. Izuku danced easily around him, dodging slow, heavy blows, waiting to land his own strike until the big, ugly fool was enraged enough to overextend himself in a desperate swing, and Izuku shoved his cutlass directly through the man's throat.

The third death, however, was not so easily won.

Izuku had nearly reached Bakugou's side when a slender, almost skeletal sailor from Gildur's crew came at him with a knife. The man was too fast for Izuku to dodge or counter, and it cost him blood and flesh— a gash cut from his left jaw to his right eyebrow. Izuku stumbled backwards, raising his cutlass in his best attempt at defense, but the other man was damned fast. He swung again, and though Izuku moved fast enough to avoid the knife being plunged into his temple, he couldn't avoid the bite of the knife, mirrored this time on the opposite side of his face, from his left eyebrow to his right jaw. Blood flowed from both of the wounds, blinding him; Izuku felt sure he would die as he wiped furiously at his face, trying to regain his sight, but by the time he managed it, he heard a solid thunk, and he opened his eyes to find the knife-wielder dead at Todoroki's feet.

He opened his mouth to thank Todoroki, but he could scarcely say the words before Todoroki's eyes widened, fear coloring his usually expressionless face. Before Izuku could turn to see what had frightened his comrade so, he felt pain blossom at the bottom of his skull, and he knew no more.

***

"But he wasn't really dead, though," said the girl, looking up at her mother with those beautiful, sea-green eyes she'd gotten from her father. "Right?"

"Right," the mother agreed. "Fate wasn't finished with Izuku Midoriya. He still had much farther to go before he would find his rest."

The girl nodded, satisfied— but that was not all of the story that there was to tell.

"Even so," the mother continued, "No one was there to tell (Y/N) that. She waited anxiously for news of her lover, hoping for word of his safe arrival— but what she got instead was a letter detailing his demise, and the sinking of The Dragon Maid…"

***

The parchment fell from her hand and onto the floor.

(Y/N) stumbled backwards until she felt her hip touch the table in her kitchen, and she threw out a hand to brace herself against it, her chest squeezing her lungs empty and her stomach churning with the sickness of sudden, blindsiding grief.

"No," she breathed. "No."

The word felt right, so she repeated it again and again until it lost all meaning.

Her father simply watched her, his brows drawn together in quiet concern. Only moments before, he himself had handed her the parchment, not telling her what it would say. It was with no warning and no compassion that she had received the news of Izuku's death, and it cut her to the core.

"I want to make you happy," he'd told her before he left.

The memory galled her. With stinging nose and tear-filled eyes, she looked at her father, and instead saw the man who had sent Izuku away, who had forced him to leave the farm in search of gold. Malice rose in her then, and she said things no daughter should say to her father.

"You did this."

Her father blinked, impassive, and rage blinded her to aught else.

"You as good as killed him when you sent him away," she continued darkly, her tears coloring her voice, "You're as much of a murderer as if you had cut his throat yourself!"

Her father shook his head.

"Oh, my daughter— I know you're upset—"

"He was the love of my life, and he's dead because of you!'

Her father sighed.

"He knew the risks when he left this farm, girl—"

"And so did you!" (Y/N)'s chest heaved, and her vision began to fade at the corners. "You knew the risks, and you still sent him away! You know he's a good man, father— he loved me, he would have been so good to me—"

"He couldn't have provided for you—"

"I would rather starve with him than feast without him!"

"That's foolish talk," her father said, but (Y/N) had heard enough.

"Get out," she told him— nevermind that this was her father's house. "Get out!"

The farmer left.

(Y/N), alone with her grief, succumbed to it, let it pull her beneath its murky waters, and drowned there.

#deku #izuku midoriya #mha x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #intothemovieverse #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #smut #angst #ao3

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

this post might be a long one because i was tagged by @pizzaqueen and @sidekick-hero so i got two sets of words to answer!! thank you both for the tag, this one is SO fun!!

My words were: trip, bag, shirt, sigh, light (from queenie) and help, lips, night, down, hand (from sandy)

TRIP

Steve sees him in the morning. Spends the early hours of the morning drinking him in, holding onto every look, every touch, every word. They go with Robin to the local diner for a pancake breakfast of champions, and Robin insists on paying for Eddie’s meal — her parting gift to him. Steve, on the other hand, gets Eddie an actual gift. Nothing much, just a little basket of his favorite road trip snacks for the bus — Hostess Ding Dongs and those individual mini boxes of cereal, fruit snacks and Doritos, a couple of Whatchamacallits, a box of Milk Duds, a packet of Twizzlers, a six pack of Mountain Dew.

(from a lil something i have dubbed "eddie leaves" 👀)

BAG

Refraining from scoffing and letting a bitchy comment roll off his tongue, Steve just swats her hand away and takes a step back. Robin opens her mouth to say something else about it, maybe crack another joke at its expense, but Steve doesn’t give her the chance. He turns on his heel and starts to head back towards where he parked the car. The handle of her bag is still in his hand, and he takes it with him because even though she’s actively insulting him, he’s still a perfect gentleman. He won’t sink to her level.

(from my mustache steve fic!)

SHIRT

“I smell like an onion,” Eddie laughs, trailing after Steve into his bedroom. He pinches the front of his shirt between two fingers and tugs it away from his chest. Follows up with a showy, dramatic sniff, then wrinkles his nose. “Should’ve made you cut the damn thing,” he laments, shaking his head.

(from my pwp ring fic; "shirt" showed up 5 times so far lol so i picked the first one!)

SIGH

Only Steve had failed to take into account just how central hands were to the art of pizzamaking. And he hadn’t anticipated just how crazy seeing Eddie’s hands in action like that would make him feel. (Which, in hindsight, was a huge oversight on his part — it should have been obvious that his fixation on Eddie’s hands flying over the strings and frets of his precious guitar was more than just an appreciation of his talent and skill.)

(also from my pwp ring fic! i didn't actually have just sigh anywhere yet (which what!! how!!) so have sight (two times!), which is close enough 😂)

LIGHT

Eddie holds his left hand out in front of him, splaying his fingers wide. The lamp light glints off of the silver of his three gaudy rings, and Steve watches, captivated, as Eddie twists them loose from his knuckles and, one by one, guides each up and off of his fingers. He sets them in a neat little row on top of the nightstand, then flexes his bare fingers.

(another pwp ring fic snip!!)

HELP

Eddie kind of sort of wants to bite. Into what? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care, he’s not picky. Any of it will do. It’s embarrassing, how overwhelming the urge is, but fuck. He can’t help it.

(from my pre-s4 eddie watches steve swim fic!)

LIPS

He gets absolutely lost in the fantasy — Eddie holding himself above Steve, knees on either side of his thighs, with one ringed hand between Steve’s legs and the other gripping onto Steve’s hip, tight enough to leave a mark. A wicked grin on his face as he leans in close, presses his forehead to Steve’s while a string of low encouragements and dirty praises fall from his lips, pushing Steve closer and closer.

(pwp ring snip!)

NIGHT

It’s busy tonight, as it usually is on Friday evenings. Steve has to squeeze his way through the various parties surrounding the bar — people clinking their glasses together, laughing at the stories being shared, splitting classy charcuterie boards and plates of delicious looking curry fries (which Steve has on good authority are to die for. He makes a note to try and order some before he leaves).

(from the wip currently dubbed "of all the gin joints"; this was the closest i got to just "night"!)

DOWN

And, sure, he’s an eccentric boy, but there’s nothin’ wrong with that either. He’s got interests, he’s got hobbies. He’s got worlds he can disappear to when this one gets to be too much. That’s good for him. It’s great. It means even though it’s tried, life hasn’t beaten him down just yet.

(from wayne pov 4!)

HAND

He relishes in the sweet slide of his palm, quick and ruthless now, but wishes that his hand was a little more rugged, a little more callused. Once he lets his eyes slip shut, though, it becomes all too easy to imagine the right hand in his place — Eddie’s hand. His thick fingers wrapped around Steve’s dick, rough palm squeezing, sliding, touching him just so.

(from pwp ring fic! i think this fic was the obvious choice to choose from, considering the hand and finger kink is a HUGE part of it skdfsd and also currently "hand" shows up 44 times 😂😂😂 enjoy 3 of those 44 in this paragraph alone lmaoo)

no pressure tagging: @withacapitalp @toburnup @riality-check @hexiewrites @maxineholtzmann @maxinemaxmayfield @harmonictechnicality @2btheanswertothequestion @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost and anyone else who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

your words are: care, freckle, expect, long, and sweet

#mack writes #tag game #this one was so fun!!!#excited to see everyone else's snips!!

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stardust-falling · 1 year

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《 If you like my creations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi or joining my Patreon 》

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坠星落尘 (Zhuixing Luochen)/ 坠星 (Zhuixing)

Adult, He/They/他, ENG/中文/ESP OK!

Bluesky || AO3 || Patreon

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Reading: 六爻 Liu Yao (priest) & 天官赐福 Tian Guan Ci Fu (revised, MXTX)

Watching: 长月烬明 Til the End of the Moon

Playing: Genshin Impact (Caught Up)

Writing: Ghosts of the Heart (original), SVLPO Season 2 (svsss, coming soon!)

TAGS

zhuixing writing: my fics & original stories-- update posts, behind-the-scenes posts, etc.

ghosts of the heart: posts about my original danmei novel, serialization beginning feb. 2024

zhuixing art: my artwork

zhuixing svsss: my svsss posts. meta, headcanons, au ideas, and ramblings.

坠星是谁?: things about me. dash games, uquiz results, etc.

library: reference & educational reblogs, chinese culture, art, & other topics-- go here if you want to learn something new!

wardrobe: clothing information & images. mostly hanfu

art gallery: reblogged art

cool rocks: rock collection

pretty moths: moth image, gif, & video collection

good news: record of good things that have happened in the world, to combat the pessimism

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Zionists, TERFS, antisemites, sinophobes, and other unapologetic bigots blocked on sight.

Anon hate will result in instant block without response.

Invasive asks about personal details will be deleted without response and the sender blocked if it continues. My privacy is important to me.

Pro-ship as in I don't care what you ship and you shouldn't care what I ship. Same with reading/writing, tropes, kinks, or whatever else. You don't know my life, I don't know yours, so it's not my place or your place to judge. If you don't like that I don't care what people do with fictional characters then feel free to block me.

I tag all ships, so if you just don't like a ship that I post about but are a reasonable person who isn't going to start accusing someone on the internet of real and serious crimes and don't care about following someone you don't fully agree with then you can feel safe blocking the ship name and it won't show up on your feed.

Don't send me fanfic of my original works! I will not read it during serialization, and I will not comment on it after serialization.

I don't usually post nsfw, but when I do it is tagged "zhuixing adds chili peppers" so please block that tag if you are a minor or do not want to see nsfw!

I've had a whole lot of trauma my entire life and living in this world is hard, so sometimes I will post rant/vent type posts. If you don't want to see these, block the tag "zhuixing cuts onions".

Any discussion of real-world happenings will be tagged "zhuixing posts current events" so block this tag if that sort of thing bothers you.

More about me and my writing below the cut…

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MORE ABOUT ME AS A PERSON

I'm a queer & chronically ill full-time writer, part-time artist. Originally a city kid from central/northern China, currently living in the USA. Feel free to send me a message if you want to say hi! I'm fairly shy but I do my best to respond.

This blog is mostly scum villain right now, but I'll occasionally post about other fandoms too! The main things I enjoy are MXTX's other books, Tai Sui, Genshin Impact, Tolkien's Legendarium, Star Wars (especially TOR), and the Elder Scrolls.

I'm also writing an original xianxia/danmei novel, 《Ghosts of the Heart》 so please check out my patreon to read that, the first few chapters will be free for anyone to read & begin releasing in Feb 2024.

I'm really interested in language learning/linguistics study, Chinese culture, and hanfu construction & style, as well as a long-standing interest in pretty and cool rocks.

Please don't treat me as a consummate cultural authority! I love sharing things about my culture, but I have been isolated from it for over a decade until just recently, so I am still learning/relearning quite a bit and may make a mistake from time to time. Please be gentle if correcting me-- my lack of connection to my native culture is something I can be quite sensitive about.

我来自中国河南省，我也喜欢闲话我的故乡。我不会说中文很好，因为我多年前来美国了，不过我想要练习说我的母语。如果你想要，你就可以问我问题或发送消息！

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MORE ABOUT ME AS AN AUTHOR

My writing pace fluctuates. I'm chronically ill and currently having to work retail on and off until my writing career builds up enough support to be my primary source of income. Working retail massively drains my energy, so until I make enough to support myself on patreon, speed of chapter releases won't be especially fast. I do try to post something, whether original or fanfiction early-access, on patreon at least once a week. If you like my writing and can afford to become a patron, please consider it. Every new patron helps me get closer to being able to write more & higher-quality work!

I don't read fanfiction of my original works until serialization is complete. This is primarily for legal reasons, to protect myself, but also to keep from being swayed during serialization by the prevalent ideas in the fandom. I also won't comment on fanfiction of my original works irt characterization or canonicity once serialization is finished. I'm personally more interested in seeing what the fandom comes up with and don't care to correct them. But if you make fanart please send it to me to see! I love that so much!

I believe that the current attitudes around copyright and "intellectual property" are BS. Art is meant to be shared and to grow in a community, and strict IP regulations prevent that growth. Part of the reason why I am so set on self-publishing via patreon instead of going with traditional publishing is so that I can create my own Transformative and Derivative Works policy (currently, the policy is a WIP but I will link it here once it is finished). As a long-time fanwork creator, I fully understand the amount of work and effort and care that goes into creating fanworks, and wish to take a different approach to the legitimacy of such works, allowing for a network of free creation rather than increasing restrictions with IP and trademarks, so I am working to draft a policy that will allow for free creation and expansion without compromising the integrity of the original work. If any independent creators wish to use some or all of my TDW policy, they are entirely free and encouraged to do so, as I would love to see a world where creators are not so constrained by strict copyright and IP culture, and where stories belong to both the listener and the teller as they have for thousands of years.

#pinned post #坠星是谁?

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kobbers · 7 months

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Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better!

Tagged by @foibles-fables and @meg-noel-art! 💙💙

Favorite color: blue! Specifically, a sort of medium brightness, medium saturation blue nestled comfortably between royal blue and cyan :B

Currently reading: about to start TMNT IDW's City at War arc (#93)

Last song: Ibushiiii ♫

youtube

Last series: casually flipping between What We Do in the Shadows and MacGyver

Last movie: finally got around to TMNT: Mutant Mayhem! it was cute!

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet ≈ savory >>>>>>>>> spicy (assuming spicy hot, anyway. Non-hot spicy is enthusiastically welcomed, but when I cook for myself I'm pretty minimalist. I like mostly tasting the actual main ingredients, enhanced with a hint of salt and/or onion. Teeny dash of curry powder when chicken is involved)

Currently working on: BtWD chapter 3 art fixes (the last couple scenes in the chapter were hard on me and you can Tell, so I'm cleaning the most bothersome spots to standard)

Also struggling to find the space to start a Horizon piece I want to do.

No-pressure tags: not this time >:D but please take this as an excuse if you're in the mood to fill out a thing!

#tag game #words #concerning kobbits

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moni-logues · 1 year

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I was tagged by @amethystwritesbts ty bb!

Name: Uh... 'Moni'??? 😂😂

Sign: Pisces

Height: 5'9

Time: 17:44

Birthday: 29th February

Favourite band/artist: My Chemical Romance

Last movie: I'm honestly not even sure (eta: I remembered; it's Glass Onion)

Last show: Currently watching It's Always Sunny.

When I created this blog: lmao a month ago?

What I post: BTS fic, BTS other shit and occasional miscellany

Other blogs: none atm but I think I'm going to make a personal sideblog

Do I get asks: not atm but I started posting on this blog what, yesterday? 😅

Followers: 193 loyal hoes 😎

Average hours of sleep: I try to be in bed so I'll get 8

Instruments: I can sort of play guitar and piano but I haven't had guitar lessons for 15 years and I was self-taught at piano anyway so I'm not good at either. I want to get back into piano but can't afford a keyboard lmao

What am I wearing: trackies, vest, hoodie

Dream job: I DO NOT DREAM OF LABOUR. I dream of an easy life doing art shit (drawing and painting but also sewing and writing and learning to sculpt and do pottery and knitting and shit) and looking after animals on a little homestead.

Dream trip: I'm actually going on it in the spring! South Korea babyyyyy: four weeks, Seoul/Gyeongju/Busan/Gwangju/Jeju.

Favourite songs: Holocene - Bon Iver; There Is Something - DeYarmond Edison; Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac; Drowning Lessons - My Chemical Romance; Moon - BTS; etc. etc.

idk who's been tagged already??|

@here2bbtstrash @goodsoop @sarah-217 @hybetshirt

but feel free to do it if you see it!!!!

#moni logs #tag games

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tea42 · 1 year

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

pykinsThanks to @daggerbean, @justcallmecappy, and @plisuu for the tags

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don’t remember exactly, but it was probably when I was have some emotions last year about the children.

3. Do you have kids?

Yes.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. There is one person who I do so with more often. It’s sort of part of the friend language of us.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Body language- like if they seem relaxed or tense

6. What’s your eye color?

blue/grey

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

both depending on my mood; I was a horror movie fiend in high school

8. Any special talents?

cooking, fixing things with makeshift supplies, helping people with exercise when they hurt, drawing, and writing (I feel odd including this one because of disability but I’m trying to accept I have some knack)

9. Where were you born?

I am a.... Florida Man!

10. What are your hobbies?

reading, writing, painting, gardening, knitting, weaving, fixing or altering garments, home improvement projects ( picture Tea with a crazed smile while holding power tools), video games

11. Have you any pets?

A sweet snake baby

12. What sports do you play/have played?

currently: fencing school: track& field and tennis Past: many for fun such as martial arts, soccer, & ultimate frisbee;

13. How tall are you?

5′6″ I like to think 5′7″ when I don’t slouch

14. Favorite subject in school?

This depended on the teacher a lot as I tend to have many interests, but I rocked anatomy so much

15. Dream job?

The healthcare job I studied to get but part time so I can help people but also do art

Tagging without pressure: @trans-ruffboi @orion-the-onion @sulky-valkyrie @sunnygalaxyfox @morbidlyobtuse @transfenris-truther @jellydishes @syrupwit @pierogipie @pinkfadespirit @glowing-blue-feathermage @pappykins @hannahrama @potatowitch @notfenharel

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baejax-the-great · 2 years

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get to know people better meme

I was tagged by @johaeryslavellan and I think @hanarinhightown (like a million years ago).

Favorite colour: It shifts around but jewel tones generally. Green or purple more often than not.

Favorite food: Korean dumpling soup. Forgive my attempted spelling here--dukk mandu guk. Honestly dumplings of all kind make me happy, but that soup has become my comfort food.

Song stuck in your head: Saint Simon by the Shins. This song used to be stuck in my head all. the. time. Haven’t thought about it years. La da dum dum.

Last thing you googled: “what do they call high school in England.” I learned that the term “high school” came from Scotland originally, which is just... very random. Like no, high school did not make its way south to England, where they call it ‘secondary school,’ something that confused my American brain because we split school into three sections, instead it crossed the ocean and became the dominant term in the US. As an American Scot (aka not really a Scot at all), uhh, yay? I guess?

Time: 8:55am

Dream Trip: Morocco. Turkey. Mongolia. I have a lot of dreams. Honestly I’d find something to be excited about for pretty much anywhere in the world.

Last book you read: I just finished “Where the Crawdads Sing,” which was terrible. Hilarious once you learn the author is an ecofascist accessory to murder, though.

Last book you enjoyed reading: I’m currently reading Lavinia by Ursula Le Guin and I’m loving it. (Note: now my most recently googled thing is how to spell her name.)

Last book you hated reading: I feel like I’ve become a hater in my old age. I tried to read “The Silence of the Girls” but it was really bad. I also didn’t enjoy “The Buried Giant” and I thought I was going to =/

Favourite thing to cook/bake: Onion flatbread. It’s delicious. It’s a little fancy. It makes me happy.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: Is writing a craft? is pruning plants a craft?

Most niche dislike: Man, I so easily fall into being a hater. Here, recently I’ve gotten really into the houseplant reddit, and I can say I just don’t get the obsession with variegated monstera plants. Monstera are fun because they grow huge and provide greenery. The thai constellations and albo grow slowly, don’t get as big, and are just kinda ugly. I don’t get it.

Opinion on circuses now and in history: I was in a circus back in college (thus the username, lol). As long as there aren’t animals involved, circuses are fun, creative, impressive, entertaining... Who doesn’t want to see the limits of human flexibility? A lot of circus arts also don’t necessarily have competitions attached to them like other sports do, which I think is great for creativity, cooperation, and community.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I do have a pretty good sense of direction. I’ve traveled solo a lot. The most lost I ever was probably was in Italy, where people were super unfriendly and signage was nil. But the most upset I got while traveling wasn’t because I was lost, but rather because my train was late. I was in a small city in China, and my train didn’t get in until around midnight. Everything shuts down in small cities around 10pm, and when I got to my hostel, they had locked the door. They had a sign out to call them, but nobody answered. I called repeatedly and then just broke down crying, like, ugly sobbing, certain I wasn’t going to have anywhere to sleep that night. I ended up sitting on the steps of a church because there was a streetlight overhead (and churches were like... not a common thing there, it was so weird) and pulling out my book, hoping to just chill until dawn. LUCKILY a local took pity on me and did some sort of magic to make the hostel people open up the door. They weren’t even asleep? They just weren’t answering their phone. So around 1am I got a bed.

tagging: @little-piece-of-tamlin @thiefylilelf @annalyia @userachilles @disaster-zagreus @juliafied @vimlos @togepies

Do it if it’s fun, ignore it if it’s not

#I am scottish only in that my ancestors got kicked tf out of scotland and told never to come back #a lot of nice people tagged me in things and sent asks and I just...#wasn't in the headspace I guess

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elizmanderson · 1 year

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15 mutuals*, 15 questions

*if I can come up with that many mutuals' handles when my brain is doing like. dial-up noises rn. can I even answer the questions? let's find out!

thanks to @vcaudley for the tag!

there are (as you have probably noticed) more than 15 questions, so feel free to pick and choose (or just not play, because a tag is not an obligation)

I did 15 plus a bonus question about whales

Are you named after anyone?

my maternal great-grandmother on my grandma's side, who lived to be a hundred

2. When was the last time you cried?

oops, at the end of my yoga class this morning, for no discernible reason :,) just suddenly got the Big Sad and had to go stand in the bathroom for a couple minutes until I calmed down

3. What’s your eye color?

hazel

4. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings, we are too soft for scary things in this household

5. Any special talents?

6. Where were you born?

7. What are your hobbies?

8. Have you any pets?

halloween the cat, who enjoys a basket of warm laundry fresh from the dryer and wants to know why you're looking at him all funny when he is simply making use of what is currently the coziest place in the house

9. What sports do you play/have played?

lol under duress, basketball and track. under my own steam, archery.

10. How tall are you?

shorter than the internet thinks I am, apparently

11. Favourite subject in school?

art

12. Dream job?

gonna echo @vcaudley's "the honest dream is to have enough money to not need to work"

like I don't have a dream job really? obviously I want to have a career as a writer, but...I would rather not depend on it for my income, given how fickle the industry is even IF you manage to sell multiple books, which at this point in my career is no guarantee

so for a day job I'm doing admin work. after a decade of working in grocery stores, I'm happy just to have a full-time job that pays sort of halfway decently, actually has benefits, and doesn't leave me exhausted or keep me constantly working outside my scheduled hours. the millennial dream lolsob

13. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos?

(d) all of the above

14. What is your favourite soup?

a tomato-basil soup that in the family we just call winter soup. it's like an extra-hearty tomato-basil soup with carrots and onions and a roux, and you eat it with croutons and sour cream and parmesan

15. What is your favourite…rock (idfk)?

16. Choose a familiar: 1) very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever 2) a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants 3) a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

I will take the dog and simply always tell him to do bad things so he never does bad things because he disobeys my every word. if he loves me I will get cuddles and also I will not have to deal with shrieking.

17. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

uranus, obviously

actually that was mean

sorry, uranus

18. if you were a worm would you love me? this worm question courtesy of ✨ @/legiomiam✨

no bc I don't know you but I'm sure you're a lovely person

19. Least favourite type of clothing?

20. You are now in a horror movie—so sorry. Chance of survival?

probably zero since I'm very soft and also have to investigate every noise bc it's better to get up and find out what's making it than lie in bed being scared of an unknown noise 😅

21. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

22. What do you think of whales?

I think they're neat

tagging for optional gameplay: @victoriacbooks, @mslanna, @erinfulmerwrites, @avery-ames-personal, @amarajlynn, @wordsofrablack, @chatterboxprotocol, @danaiwrites, @doom-inique-writes, @gryffindorkswin, @luv3horse, @lucymason217, I think this is less than 15 but oops I'm also tagging you, if you're reading this and waiting for someone to tag you so you can play

#tag game #halloween the cat #questions

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onionamiga · 5 months

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touhou eosd if it was a cheap-SFX japanese film from the 70s

no idea what the size of the touhou enjoyers group on this site is (or anywhere really) but hiii ... i like girls who are silly and full of powerful magics

#onion art tag sort #touhou #touhou project #東方project #embodiment of scarlet devil #poster art

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3fling · 1 year

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Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better!

Thank you thank you @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag this was super fun and I loved reading your post!!

First Ship: oh babey you know it’s Kyoru of Fruits Basket. That was the first non-children’s-media I ever watched and I was immediately enraptured by them. Idk they still occupy a huge piece of my mind, I’m always thinkin bout them.

Three Ships: seriously you’re gonna limit me to three okay hard mode

-- Well I simply *must* start with Taakitz they were so deeply instrumental to The Way My Brain Is Now and I stand by the fact that they’re simply one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen. Do they only have a very little bit of screentime? Yes. Am I criminally in love with both Taako and Kravitz? Also yes. It’s a mental illness I love them. Something Something the world’s greatest wizard and the world’s most down bad grim reaper-- you can rip them from my cold dead hands.

-- I’d be remiss if I didn’t say BokuAkaKuroKen I’m so weak for the Tokyo OT4 nobody talk to me nobody look at me I love the dynamics, I love the characters, I love how different they all are and how well they work together, and I love Mookie’s art of them *drooling* LISTEN you’re telling me you’re not weak for a crazy professional volleyball player, a tired but handsome manga editor, a pro gamer, and a 6′5″ salary man??? Yeah okay. Sure you’re not.

-- I wanna say soapghost so badly but I have to give my last to Widojest. To you they’re the ship that never was, they’re canon to me though. He’s fire, she’s ice (LITERALLY), he hates himself she loves herself and everyone, he’s red she’s blue -- they’re the perfect foils idk guys. He wrote her an effing book for gods sake. HE CAN’T CALL HER BLUEBERRY AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM. Yeah like I said to me they’re canon I am respectfully ignoring the end of the campaign.

Last Song: I’m fairly certain was “Fluids” by Michael Medrano it is SUCH the bisexual anthem idk what else to say you guys and I don’t know how to link music so you’ll have to look it up on your own but it’s worth the effort I promise it’s got the club vibes it’s got the catchy lyrics it’s got the bisexual disco cowboy singer what more do you want?????

Last Movie: Glass Onion

I almost never watch movies anymore who has the time but boy and I watched this together while I was recovering from a hospital stay and it was incredible. I love the plot, the cinematography and color design was to die for, costuming had me absolutely *drooling* I could go on and on. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend.

Currently Reading: Beartown by Fredrik Backman

“Culture” is an odd word to use about hockey; everyone says it, but no one can explain what it means. All organizations like to boast that they’re building a culture, but when it comes down to it everyone really only cares about one sort: the culture of winning... We love winners, even though they’re very rarely particularly likeable people. They’re almost always obsessive and selfish and inconsiderate. That doesn’t matter. We forgive them. We like them while they’re winning.

Yeah I’m reading it for the second time in less than a year it’s fine. Idk guys you can just fit *so much* character dynamic, development, and moral quandaries in these little hockey guys and the little hockey town they live in. I can’t recommend Backman’s work enough, especially Beartown, it’s such an important book.

Currently Consuming: PB frozen hot chocolate from freakin’ DQ

Currently Craving: Not to reinforce a stereotype but it’s cheese

Tag you’re it!!! @fandomsgirl10 @couldjanot @nighttimenoodle @lluvguts @eiry-real @enigmatic-cyborg @thatradicalrobot and anyone else who’d like to do this!

#3fling chats #thanks jack

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kangofu-cb · 1 year

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I posted 1,519 times in 2022

43 posts created (3%)

1,476 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@drgrlfriend

@kangofu-cb

@izumicrazyworld

@winterhawk-olympic-bang

@midnightwinterhawk

I tagged 882 of my posts in 2022

Only 42% of my posts had no tags

#queued up - 736 posts

#other people's art - 654 posts

#clint barton - 373 posts

#bucky barnes - 338 posts

#hawkeye - 267 posts

#winterhawk - 155 posts

#kate bishop - 63 posts

#winter soldier - 61 posts

#the winter soldier - 55 posts

#natasha romanoff - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#also i’ve seen the psychic damage people shipping stuff that looks like it will be/ought to be canon and then they get f*me and like

My Top Posts in 2022:

For anyone following the Saga of My Life for the last couple of years

Today my Master of Science in Nursing, Adult Gero Acute Care NP degree was conferred!!!

51 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd, also featuring established Winterhawk Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Virginity Roleplay, picking up a stranger in a bar, Established Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Threesome - M/M/M, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Feels, jason todd is a bossy bitch actually, Switching, Multiple Partners, First Dates, kind of but not really, roleplaying a first date, but somehow it takes a turn for the weird, Crymaxing, slightly subby Clint Barton, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“Listen,” the guy says, and his voice is low and kinda rough, and he’s got an accent Bucky can’t quite place. “I’m not tryin’ to overstep, but I overheard kind of a lot and like. I know you’re, uh… trying to work through some shit, man, and I get it. I, uh, had kinda a fanatical upbringing myself. But I’m not sure this guy is the one to work it out with, you know?”

Bucky… is going to kill Clint. Suddenly all of Clint’s odd comments and strangely demure behavior and even his clothes start to make a kind of insane sense. He’s play-acting at more than just a first date. Clint’s pretending to be someone else entirely, and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a joke or a bad attempt at seduction, but either way a heads-up before the evening started would have prevented a hell of a lot of confusion and maybe prevented Bucky from nearly murdering his husband in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen on a Wednesday night.

55 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

for the ficlet prompts: tv baking competition au

This is kind of what you asked for, and yet, it is not at all what you asked for.

Bucky doesn't know how or why he got drawn into TV cooking shows. He doesn't cook, for fuck's sake. He didn't cook before his accident, and he sure as fuck isn't chopping onions with only one arm these days. Bucky spends half his time wrapped in his comforter eating ham sandwiches.

It started, he thinks, with Great British Bake Off. There's just something comforting about that show. It's just nice. It was something to do when Bucky couldn't even drag himself out of bed, deep in a dark hole of depression an self-loathing and pain. He could turn on GBBO and just... let his brain rest.

And then it sort of... expanded. From baking competitions to cooking competitions to plain old cooking shows.

And now he's watching YouTube episodes of Oh Crepé!, featuring a tall, handsome blond man who seems to enjoy fucking up famous recipes and telling bad jokes.

Bucky's not even sure how he found the guy. But he's funny (if you like puns, and god help him, Bucky does), and kind, and laughs at himself more than he laughs at other people, and he's fuckin' deadly with a knife, and there's something soothing about listening to him describe his sexual attraction to a pork pancake.

Okay, that part's a little weird, but Bucky likes weird, and he likes that the guy - he's called Clint, Bucky knows that, because the girl behind the camera who heckles him incessantly says his name with with varying degrees of exasperation at least twice an episode - is so at ease with himself, so comfortable in his own skin, despite bandages, and bruises, and his inability to pronounce 'self-aggrandizing'.

He's also Deaf, and that's nothing at all like being an amputee, but something about knowing that makes Bucky feel like one day he'll be okay too.

66 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

For the @winterhawkaubang I created this art piece and I was fortunate enough to be chosen by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy who wrote a lovely work called In The Pool House - please check it out and give it some love!

68 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Original Child Character(s), May Parker (Spider-Man), an ensemble cast tbh Additional Tags: modern suburban fantasy au, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Kid Fic, Werewolves, disconcertingly friendly locals, puppy invasions, bizarre subtle interrogations, roving packs of scheming children, awkward seduction attempts via edible arrangements, a ruinously hot single dad, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Mates, Oblivious Clint Barton, Protective Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Alpha Steve Rogers, Peggy was and remains a spy and it shows, Sam Wilson is a Gift, First Dates, Slow Burn, the things werewolves find attractive are more surprising than you think, Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, fluff and joy and jokes mostly Summary:

After winding up in hot water with the Ukrainian mob, Clint finds himself relocating to a small town in northern Indiana to work as an elementary school gym teacher, and finds his new home invaded by a series of suspiciously wolfish puppies determined to be Lucky's BFFs, and his life invaded by over zealously friendly neighbors determined to feed him. In a startling twist of events, three of his favorite students happen to be his next door neighbors, along with their ruinously hot single dad Bucky, who proves to be just as enamored of Clint as he is of Bucky.

What follows is a classic rendition of thirsting over the hot neighbor, bizarre small-town behavior, and so many puppies.

Chapter 1 of my 2022 WHOB fic is up and includes art from the lovely @claraxbarton!!!

138 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

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