#red flag au

[betabravo]

Snippet: Homeroom Miruko x Red Flag (Deus MHA AU) Part 4

Geez, this day could have gone better.

“I’m going for a walk.” That’s it, a walk. How the heck did it turn into this!

First mistake: She shouldn’t have announced it in the teacher’s dorm common room. She lives there now, sure. And it’s a step up from roaming and renting places. (Lunch Rush making a MEAN carrot soup was 100% a plus.) But instead of not caring about her co-workers (and the Rat King) like she normally would, she decided to let them know. Which resulted in Nezu and Aizawa catching her.

“As long as you’re going out, could you get some info about Aldera?” Pssh, like she could ignore a request from her current boss. Who already has a file of blackmail on her. (A thin one, but it was still blackmail. How the HECK did he find out she has regular spars with Rappa? He knows about the Table, but he agrees to help, so there’s that.) Rumi sighs, before turning to face them with her trademark smirk. “Am I looking out for anything in particular?”

Aizawa hums in thought, but decides to spill. “There’re 2 students applying for the Hero Course from there, but we found it strange as there was never a student there who have applied here, EVER.” And wasn’t THAT suspicious. The best Hero School this side of Japan, in the same prefecture even. Yet, not a single application before this year?

“Even more troubling, the transcripts the school sent us shows them having completely different records. Bakugou Katsuki having a pretty much perfect record, while Izuku Midoriya is a troublemaker.” Rumi frowns and narrows her eyes in thought. Where’s the other boot dropping? Everything sounds normal so far.

Nezu then clears his throat. (Ho boy, here it comes.) “The real problem is how in all the comments from the faculty basically praise Bakugou’s Quirk, and almost nothing else. Midoriya’s the direct opposite, saying that he starts fights, disrupts classes, blah blah blah… but places the most emphasis on how he’s Quirkless.”

Sounds like a school that only cares about powerful Quirks and nothing else, meaning any and all records from there can’t be taken seriously. So the only was to get info from there was to see thing for themselves. And since she just said that she’s “going for a walk”…

Crap.

Here's part 4 of my fic writing journey. If you're wondering what the Table is, it's from Mirrond's series. (No, it has nothing to do with John Wick... I think) Highly recommend reading it, but be warned, it goes through some hard topics. With dark AUs. And rare pairs.

#homeroom teacher miruko au #au fic #writing practice #red flag au

[deusvervewrites]

SLC X DotFG X Quirkier: "What do you mean you don't know how he's doing it? He's your son, using what is obviously your Quirk!"

-Aizawa, once again failing to properly read the files

DotFG X Quirkier X Red Flag: I think I can forgive Aizawa for side-eyeing Midoriya here, actually. His file says Quirkless, and Aizawa's eyes see "speed/strength enhancer." There are several negative explanations for what's happening, and "I'm using a magical pre-Dawn of Quirks technique" sounds like an "I got kidnapped by aliens over the weekend" level of excuse, without context.

I mean

#asks #secret love child au #dance of the fire god au #quirkier au #red flag au

[ghouljams]

With Love, König tags: König x f!reader/f!oc, regency era au, manners, collaring, courting, king!König, reader is mildly insane, König is going to marry you and that's a threat Summary: Your fiance runs off, your reputation is in ruins, and worst of all König has decided he's going to make you his queen. He doesn't even ask your father's permission to do it.

You receive word that your fiance has left you in the short hours of the morning. It comes in a carefully folded note, with his seal, and his signature. It's cruel, but not unexpected. You'd known for long enough that this was an engagement for nothing but your title. Still, you shed a few tears onto the parchment at the loss of your future, bleak as it might have been. You can rest assured that your parents, and the rest of the social world, have already received the news. You expect they'll start looking for another match for you soon.

The second letter is somehow more surprising. You don't recognize the black wax seal, or the handwriting. You don't know how it slipped past your family without being opened, but it's tucked on the same tray as your fiance's letter and you break the seal with cautious fingers.

"My Heart," it begins, and you frown at the familiarity, "You have bewitched me, body and soul. My every hour is spent with thoughts of you. The memory of your touch is only remedied by my own hand, and even that is not enough. I hope that you will accept this small token of thanks for the dance we shared, and look forward to our next meeting with the same fervor I do."

You look up from the letter to stare at the wall. You narrow your eyes at the wallpaper and do your best to try and think of who the fuck is sending you love letters. Certainly not your ex-fiance, he never did more than send you a note asking you to wear something "more appropriate" for the next party. You look back at the letter. It's a bit stuck at the bottom, likely to keep whatever token it contains in place. You slip your finger carefully under the edge of the fold to open it. A silk ribbon flutters onto your lap as you stare down at the king's signature. "With Love, König" in perfect royal handwriting.

You scramble to ring for your maid, you need to get dresses and you need to speak to your father immediately. Your maid seems to either not know or not care that you are received a letter from a king because she helps you get ready with her usual compliments and coos. Disinterested in the day ahead of you, you always assume. She ties the ribbon behind your ears when you ask her what to do with it. The black clashes, but you don't have time to argue.

König is already in the sitting room with your father when you finally make it downstairs. He stands almost as quickly as you drop into a low curtsy. Your father stands too and you're taken aback by how small he looks next to König. Your father has always been a proud man, a man to be feared as much as respected, but next to König he may as well be a child. You drop your eyes to the floor, proper and polite.

"Gott in himmel," König breathes, and your eyes dart to him. His brows are drawn together, like he's in pain. You can't tell if he's displeased when you can only see half of his face, his mouth obscured by a dark black cloth. You meet his eyes and are quick to avert your gaze, lest the heat in his burns you.

You rise from your curtsy and keep your eyes on the floor. "My lord," you greet, and hear him hum. He's pleased you think.

"My lady," The way he stresses "my" makes you shiver, his lady, "look at me when I speak to you." You're quick to follow his command, the tightness in his tone is intriguing, but you can't see a reason for it when you do look up at him.

Your father attempts to raise issue when König stalks towards you, his voice drowned out by the way the king fills your vision. You barely flinch when he grabs your chin, and turns your head. His skin against yours is unfamiliar and rough, it makes your skin prickle with heat as he sighs.

"You're wearing this wrong, Hummelchen," He tells you, his free hand going to tug at the end of the ribbon around your head. The black silk is tugged loose, falling delicately into König's grip. His thumb teases your lower lip, improper and entirely hidden from your father. "You want to wear this right for me, ja?"

You open your mouth to answer and he pushes his thumb between your lips, presses down against your tongue to hold you open. Your eyes dart in your father's direction, panic rising in your chest. König's eyes crease at the edges, he tips his head to watch your tongue try to work under his grip. You settle for swallowing, your lips closing around his finger as you nod your head. What else can you do in the face of a king?

"Braves Mädchen," He praises sending another prickle of heat over your skin. You feel like all your manners are just being thrown out the window, it's making your head spin. His grip loosens, his thumb sliding out from between your lips to smear the wetness against your hot cheek. Warmth pools between your legs, entirely too familiar, and entirely his fault.

König makes a twirling motion with his finger, and you don't hesitate to turn. You can hear his fingers pulling the length of ribbon between his hands, and you're glad to have your hair off your neck when he loops the ribbon around your throat. You have to tip your chin up, you have the sudden --and startlingly appealing-- thought that he could very easily choke you like this. König's fingers pull the ribbon tight, and you make a quiet noise of... protest? Approval? You make a noise, and it loosens just enough to be comfortable. He's quick to tie a neat bow, the tails of it hanging on either side of your spine. You touch your fingers to the silk. Like a collar.

König's fingers linger on your neck, and you tilt your head to afford him space to touch. Each brush of his skin makes your heart race, this monster of a man is so gentle with you. As if you were some treasure he could hardly afford. He curls over you, one of his hands sliding down your arm. He grips your wrist tight, and raises it to his lips. You turn your head to watch him, his eyes are dark when he catches you staring. His teeth flash dangerously in the light where they scrape against your pulse. Not so gentle then.

"You will accompany me to the next party," He leaves no room for argument in his command, states it like a fact predetermined by God, "We'll announce our engagement there."

"Your what?" You father asks behind König, aghast at the breach in conduct. You hardly notice it, entranced by the way he presses his cheek into your palm.

"Kay," You breathe for him. He's just like one of the heroes from your penny novels, better for being real. You wonder if he's ever killed anyone, he'd look good with a little blood on him.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #König x oc #könig x f!reader #f!reader #regency au #king!König #oc: Bee #Bee I'm begging you #just notice one red flag PLEASE #Girl he's going to fucking get you

[koinotame]

if i was your husband

word count: 1.4K content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, some nonsexual touching of dubious consent, otherwise just 1400 words of yandere-typical obsession

characters included: childe

a/n: this is a repost (heavily edited in some parts, lightly edited in others)! and a sequel to this. you can read this as a standalone modern au oneshot, but it'll probably make more sense with the context of the previous one. also on ao3! next part here

"you know," you say after a while of quiet between the two of you, staring vacantly at the tv playing some seasonal movie and leaning further into the couch. "my friends were saying you’d make a good husband."

out of the corner of your eye, you see him still.

"…really?"

something about the way he says it makes your stomach queasy.

you hum halfheartedly, still trying to pretend you’re more invested in the movie than the current conversation.

"what do you think, then?"

that gets you to turn to him. "huh?"

he’s looking directly at you, face propped up on his fist. the way his eyes, deep and all consuming, bore into yours makes you feel like you’re a sailor about to give in to the enthralling call of the ocean. "how do you think I’d do as your husband?"

"well…" you pause for a bit, eyes flicking back to the movie and staying there for a bit. he doesn’t move, staring directly at your face. your eyes inch to the opposite corner of the scren, a bit further away from him.

a few minutes pass by before you say anything again. "I mean, your cooking is great. and you like cleaning, and—" you start counting off other husbandly traits he has on your fingers. your hands are almost full by the time you’re done, which is also when you finally turn back to him. "so. yeah, I think you’d make for a good husband."

his stare is starting to get kind of unnerving.

you smile awkwardly, trying to ease the tense air. "…maybe that makes you more of a house husband, though?"

he doesn’t respond to your jest.

"you think so?"

instead, he sounds strikingly serious. he usually sounds light and lively, so his current inflection sounds eerie.

you don’t have time to think about it any more before he’s draping himself over you, his arms leaning onto the couch behind you and torso just barely not touching you. his eyes search your face for something, not missing the jolt at his sudden movement.

after an intense couple seconds of observing you, his face turns up into a wide, almost overexcited smile.

his head drops into the crook of your shoulder, arms wrapping themselves around your waist and pressing you even further into the couch. you hear him inhale loudly, then let out a content sigh as he presses his face further against you. he doesn’t mind the way you stiffen at the sudden sensation, or the way your arms remain rigidly at your sides.

"…what are you doing?"

"if I was your husband," he ignores your question, not moving. "I’d be the happiest man alive. no, forget that—I’d be the happiest person alive."

your mouth feels dry when he presses a light kiss against the exposed skin on your throat.

"I’d cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for you every day. I’d learn all your favourites and I’d pack you lunch every day." he takes another deep whiff. you’re sure you’re not imagining it this time. "I could pack you those cute themed lunch boxes, too. I’d get up early every morning to make sure I can finish everything in time."

his eyes open, his lashes brushing tenderly against your skin. "I’d wake you every day, and I’d hold you as we fall asleep every night. I’d take care of everything so you can always take it easy, and I’d make sure you’re always comfortable."

his breath is hot against your skin. "I’d make sure to tell you that I love you every day. the house would always be ready for your return, the sheets always fresh and your clothing always ironed."

he moves down, pressing his face against where your heart is. his ear lays flat against your chest. the look on his face is hard to describe, bordering on hypnotised. "I’d make sure you’re always happy. I’d take care of all the rent, and the utility bills, and food, and whatever else needs to be paid."

his eyes appear glazed over. "you could spend your days lounging around, doing nothing while I take care of you and pamper you. I could buy you whatever you want, whenever you want, for whatever reason you want. I’d do anything for you. nothing is off the table for you."

his grip tightens, pressing you further into him, as if he doesn’t want there to be an end to him and a beginning to you between the two of you.

"I’d make sure nobody could hurt you, of course. anyone who tries will sorely regret it." he says the words as if they come so naturally to him as his voice gets just a little bit more frantic. "I’ll take care of any and all of your problems. no matter what."

"if I couldn’t do that, I wouldn’t have the right to call myself your husband." he smiles up at you, tone suddenly cheerful. if it wasn’t for his previous words, his smile would seem innocently excited.

for all the months you’ve been living with ajax, you’ve never felt particularly threatened by him. he’s never made you think the rumours about him are true, never given you any reason to be scared or angry with him. he’s weird, and kind of pushy sometimes, and you’re never quite sure what he’s thinking of, but he’s never been scary.

you’re not sure you agree with that anymore.

with bated breath, you watch as he takes one of your stiff hands gently into his own and presses it against his cheek. it feels uncomfortably warm against your skin.

"I’d be the best husband you could have. you’d always be happy with me, I promise. I swear it on my life. I’ll never let you down."

his expression remains equally love-struck and intense no matter what he says, like he’s barely managing to contain his devotion, but there’s a hint of desperation behind them the more he goes on.

"if I was your husband…"

he pauses, dark pools of blue staring into your eyes intensely.

"your grace," he suddenly drops to his knees in front of you, keeping his hold on your hand but moving to hold it in front of him gingerly. "would you marry me?"

he doesn’t give you time to answer, instead pressing his face against your knee. his gaze doesn’t waver. "I know I’m getting ahead of myself, that I could never deserve you, that we’re still so young, but… now that I’ve had a taste of being around the real you, I’m not sure I could ever let that feeling go."

his eyelids close and he lays his head on your lap. "I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost your favour. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I drove you away."

the movie is still playing in the background. your fingers feel cold.

"but I can’t help myself." his eyes open again and stare at you again, deeper than any lake could ever be. "I love you."

he presses himself further against you, arms wrapping around your calves delicately.

"I love all of you. I love you when you’re happy and I love you when you’re sad. I love every single part of you." he starts rubbing his cheek against your legs. "whenever you come back home tired or downcast, I want to go out and destroy whatever is causing you grief. I’d overthrow the entire world for you if it’d please you."

the way he talks about you as if you’re some sort of divine being is makes your head spin.

"actually…" the flush on his cheeks accentuates, the warmth of his face tangible even against your clothed leg. "wouldn’t that be nice? you could be the divine ruler and I’d be your personal knight, the strongest and most loyal in the entire world…"

the tone in his voice is overeager, though his words remind you more of a fairy tale story disconnected from reality than like something he really means. "it wouldn’t even be hard, nobody here has visions and no matter what they say, anyone with one has an innate advantage over those who don’t. and should that fail, I’ll always have…" the rest is mumbled against your legs and unintelligible.

after a couple more seconds, he sighs, almost wistfully. "but this world has those pesky nuclear weapons instead, so I’ll settle for being your husband instead."

one of his hands reaches out and intertwines with yours again. he squeezes it tenderly.

"I love you."

his eyes bore into yours even as he presses a reverent kiss to the back of your hand.

"if you find me suitable…" the expression on his face can only be described as lovesick. "please marry me."

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #self aware au #self aware genshin #childe #tartaglia #repost #this one was the most popular of the series i think... i get why #i hope this one is a bit creepier than the original..... i hope i hit that blend of kind of sweet but also red flags for days properly

[miusato]

Girl experience is when your bestie falls for either an ugly guy or a guy so sketchy he is probably a red flag sewn into a humanoid shape

Anyway meow meow Shinji undercut lol (also some thoughts lol)

Honestly I want to draw serious Shinji with dumb neon whiskers and then it culminated into me drawing this silly little comic just to soothe my Shinjiham quota for the day hsksksksksk

Also i drew this yeah but I have this stupid crack hc where he is too emo that he has this ability where everytime anyone attempts to take a picture of him, harsh shadow came out of nowhere, the wind making appearance to fuck his hair up, the light is dramatic and suddenly his jawline is working overtime to show how menacing he is and people are baffled at how each photo of him taken manage to make him look as sketchy as possible lol

#Yukari needs to be humbled like maam he is not a red flag he's just a tsundere going through court mandated emo phase #and he is actually a nice guy lol #anyway i think the first ine to actually fall in love is kotone #and she's not subtle about her feelings but shinji is too preoccupied by angsy in hus head to notice that #i have so much to talk about but like im so so sleepy so i do thay tomorrow hskskskqkq #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #persona 3 portable #yukari takeba #shinjiro aragaki #kotone shiomi #minako arisato #persona 3 femc #shinjiham #foolmoon #asukart #00s highschool au

[magicalbunbun]

"Deal"

And y/n

#gravity falls #gravity grow au #gravity falls x reader #dream demon! reader #triangle reader #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan pines #for you #bill cipher #y/n is a red flag but i love villian y/n♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[thedynamicworm]

I committed to the bit a little too hard and drew Vox as the girl from Red Flags by Tom Cardy

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #voxval #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox hazbin hotel #the vees #staticmoth #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin #red flags tom cardy #Worm cooks for y’all #This was supposed to just be a silly little sketch and it got out of hand #Update: added some chromatic aberration

[spadesolace]

analyze my heart

thomasian! chaewon x lasallian! reader

one thing chaewon developed while taking her undergrad course, she unintentionally psychoanalyzes the people around her, especially her girlfriend

word count: 1.4k

spade speaks: advance valentine’s day 🩵

chaewon isn’t one to make her feelings known that easily. partially that was the reason why she took psychology as her major, to better understand her mind and what she feels- only to end up psychoanalyzing everyone around her.

it started with her parents - her dad specifically. the small mood swings that always resulted in a screaming match only for chaewon to run back to her room and cry about it. every conversation would start with them having a lovely chat and one small mistake from her would lead to her father asking her credibility.

“oh- why aren’t you confident when we talk about these things?”

“dad, i just-“

something simply caused their relationship to be rocky. no longer was her father the same caring man that she looked up to when growing up...

but their fights slowly decreased, once she found a way to slowly manipulate her father that would benefit the two of them. one that would result in a peaceful evening with little to none fighting and for her mother to finally relax.

her mother was next - her own insecurities being the target in every conversation. one of which is how religious her mother is. the idea of her daughter liking women brought such a drift in their relationship that it was chaewon’s goal to find out how it all started. all it took was a few glasses of wine and the right questions just for her mother to spill everything to her. to which everything made sense - her own grandparents were the stereotypical traditional family.

chaewon understood that psychoanalyzing her parents let alone sometimes her friends are crossing the line but then - you.

for her, you were the biggest mystery she has encountered. for someone that goes at the university that is known as the reddest of flags, you were the same as your university. a walking green flag.

your first date within españa made her realize how guarded you were. little to no details but the basics being shared yet you had chaewon swooning over you within the course of three hours. a complete mystery that she wishes to unveil.

it continued on - as you slowly opened up to chaewon a part of her wishes to learn more how deep your thoughts go. there were little icks she had gotten but that was merely due to the status quo. all she did was analyze you, yet you ended up analyzing her feelings.

“y/n… gusto kita (i like you).”

“i like you too, chaewon.”

even when things were made official between you two, chaewon still tried her best to unravel the mystery that is you. to find an answer as to what makes you - you.

on the other hand, you were making sure that kim chaewon wouldn’t break your heart. the stereotype that thomasians are ghosters left a bitter taste in your mouth, and hearing your friends warn you while dating chaewon. your guard was up and even if you’ve shared sentiments and traumas to her, it wasn’t one that would make her break you that easily.

you’ve heard stories of psychology majors being the reddest of flags but you never believed in them until you experienced it yourself.

sure, her university isn’t the best considering the amount of dramas and conspiracies you’ve heard from your friends but you never once thought of it as something that could affect your relationship with chaewon.

you’re well aware that chaewon tends to bottle her feelings up, not until she explodes like a soda bottle shaken and explodes as you open it. here she was, in your apartment ignoring you as she sighs every other minute. chaewon and amongst all other students from her university despise the admins at how inhumane their workloads are or how students are treated like robots but here you are.

“chae, take a break for a bit? you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

chaewon choose to ignore you as she read through her assignment again and again, switching from one file to another but you only grow more concerned as she continues to ignore your presence.

“chae… come on, just eat something.”

ignored yet again, you would have let it slide if it weren’t so later in the evening that you caught her up at 2AM still doing her assignments and readings. you’re used to her ignoring you when she has a bunch of schoolworks to finish but you’re still concerned for your girlfriend.

“chae…”

“Y/N. STOP! can’t you see me studying here? ihave to finish this by tonight and I can’t focus if you keep on-“

a part of you blocks out the rest of what chaewon had to say. the last thing you wanted to hear from her is screaming at you and blaming you. you watch her spit venom at you, taking it all in and realizing this was the girl you’ve been dating for two years. she broke again and you could only see how fierce and annoyed she is at you.

you made sure she won’t break your heart - yet here you are standing still as she packs her stuff. feeling your heart break as you do nothing and let her walk out of your place like many nights before.

this wasn’t the first time it’s happened.

this wasn’t the first time kim chaewon walked out on you.

this wasn’t the first time you heard a knock at your door at 3AM with a drunk chaewon waiting for you to open the door.

this wasn’t the first time you kissed her back while she’s intoxicated in your arms.

it’s a cycle. she breaks then leaves for a couple of days, you ignore her and she comes crawling back to you asking for forgiveness.

you’ve long analyzed her heart and her desire to keep you around despite how toxic it has become - despite knowing she wishes to learn more about you to use it against you.

everytime it happens, chaewon can’t hate you. she’s aware that half of the time it’s her that’s the problem. you’ve been so understanding and just wanting to take care of her yet here she is fucking it up once again by screaming at you as you let her do it.

you aren’t a people pleaser.

“do you not care about people’s opinions?” chaewon could only watch you shake your head as you finish writing your paper and ignoring every message and plead your classmates send your way for help.

“let them talk, it’s not my job to remind them of their responsibilities.” there was no sign of caring for what your friend’s have to say as you leave them in the dark as you close your laptop and silence your phone. ending the day with chaewon in your arms as you lay in her bed.

your family is so supportive.

she hasn’t seen any parent that is so supportive of their child who went for their passion, even if it were a small thing on a paper once you graduate. still, it baffles her knowing that you wanted to venture out and although there were some restrictions that made your parents say no to your crazy desires. they were still supportive as you tell them your project for your minor program with a huge smile on your face as they listened intently and asked questions. she feels out of place whenever your parents would ask her questions about her life, is this what having a normal conversation with relatives feels like?

and you never mentioned anything that left you questioning everything in life as you hit a dark point in your life.

you’re a mystery to kim chaewon because how could you be so perfectly fine with her screaming at you at the top of her lungs and leaving you for days until she’s back at your place wearing your clothes.

you have her wrapped around your finger as she circles around looking for a way to be above you. one thing chaewon never accounted for is that you’re too self aware.

chaewon can’t find your issues, what makes you imperfect but you know well enough what those are to hide it from anyone but yourself. not a day goes by where you mentally beat yourself for things you have no desire of telling anyone and sure, chaewon loves to psychoanalyze you as you keep this facade.

at the end of the day, you have her heart, knowing what she wants in a relationship and simply taking it as it is. even if there is something chaewon could use against you - you’ve analyzed her before she could even realize it.

#chaewon x reader #chaewon imagines #kim chaewon #chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #le sserafim chaewon #big 4 au #big4 #thomasian! chaewon #we love a red flag fr

[j-ustkeepdriving]

insane

#god. GOD #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #maxiel #f1 #f1 gifs #f1 edit #my gifs #i went so insane making these. if anyone even cares #every day red bull continues to feed into my delusion that we can have this again #look at how they look at each other !!!! i am not okay #(pretend hes holding the aus flag okay okay thank u)

[galoogamelady]

#Red Flags aftermath #today's warmup #Red Flags #OC #Buttons #Val #galoodle #GTA Online #that's just the tag for modern AU now I guess #unsanitary

[darth-sonny]

Coraline's relationship with the Other Mother is exactly how I imagine Kirby's relationship with Prime is

this is also Kirby propaganda for the @tmnt-oc-comp

#i feel like prime would love kirby. but in a very superficial way #and with very serious red flag undertones #and ulterior motives layered in-between #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise kraang #kraang prime #kirby tag #prime leo au #my art #sonny draws #((this took so LONG holy shit-!!!))

[betabravo]

Snippet: Homeroom Miruko x Red Flag (Deus MHA AU) Part 3

Something was wrong. Something was VERY wrong.

Rumi was in the viewer booth during the Recommendation Exam. She initially wanted to be on the ground to have a closer look on how the teachers (Present Mic in this case) manage the students. However, Nezu had overruled her (damn tyrant), saying that he wanted her employment to be a surprise to everyone.

At least Eraserhead had pulled her aside before this and just told her that Nezu was basically a chaotic deity who signs their paycheck and does what he wants. (Again, damn tyrant) But to be fair, if she’d been down there with Mic, she’d probably have to kiss her hearing goodbye. Damn, did he have to yell out his commentary on full blast?

So she was now sitting on a couch with her soon-to-be co-workers surrounding her, staring at the recording of the Recommendation Exam. The finish line to be exact. The part where the kids who took first and second place (by over 2 minutes faster than third place who had a fucking SPEED Quirk) seem to be having a one-sided conversation.

However, the wind kid suddenly stopped with his gestures and mannerisms, before changing into a look of hate(?). Especially after seeing the ice boy’s look of pure ANGER which he had throughout the whole exam.

"Something wrong, Miruko?" Aizawa asked. Being an Underground Hero, he was good at situational awareness. Which was how he noticed how Rumi had gone quiet, unlike her usual actions.

Rumi ignored him, switching her tablet to the live feed of the waiting room for their interviews with Nezu, she saw that that Endeavor’s kid (who used ice? Not fire like his father?) still had that angry look on his face. In fact, he seemed to radiate a “Don’t talk to me” aura.

At least Inasa (he got first place, so remembering his name was the least she could do) was actually socializing with some of the others. Although he’d still look somewhat pissed whenever he’d look in Todoroki’s direction.

…Maybe she should tell Aizawa and Nezu about this. They'd know what to make of this.

And here's part 3. Also, this is now officially a crossover, adding Red Flag AU (vers. Shoto)! Again, any advice and comments will be appreciated!

#homeroom teacher miruko au #au fic #writing practice #red flag au

[deusvervewrites]

Homeroom Teacher Nedzu x Homeroom Teacher Miruko AU:

Rumi needs a teaching license before she can be a teacher, so she starts as a TA. And who better to show her the ropes than Nezu?

Just for fun (or rather to give Vlad King a chance for 1-B), Aizawa is also a homeroom teacher for 1-B.

x Red Flag AU:

Both Nezu (from seeing the school records) and Miruko (from hearing their interaction) figures out that Bakugou is Izuku's bully and places him in 1-B instead. (I'd suggest swapping him with Kendo)

Either that or they'll double down on him immediately from the get go.

x Save Eri Speedrun AU:

Nezu: "Should we let our kits go for work studies?" (the 2 animal teachers refered to 1-A as their kits and it stuck, emotional bonds and all. They are the parents and Inui is the uncle)

Miruko: "Aren't I still a Pro Hero?" *feral grin*

Nezu and Rumi swap teacher roles during Work Studies, and she decided to take the whole class while Nezu tags along to see what she does.

The first day is the illegal underground fighting ring from my ask, she (and Nezu) basically threatened to let the kids join or she'll bust them. Oh, Rappa is still there. Tiger Bunny comes back to settle the promise to fight Rappa. (The kits, who are all some measure of feral at this point, just cheer from the sidelines.)

As the class leaves the area with Miruko and Rappa (already planning their next fight), Eri runs into them. Rumi immediately goes 'Feral Mom mode' and Rappa doesn't like that his boss is torturing a kid and quits on the spot and helps everyone get away.

x Bloody Bullet AU:

Himiko: "Give Eri back!"

Rumi: "One feral animal to another, why don't you join us and help take care of Eri? You clearly care for her more than Overhaul."

Himiko: "...Keep talking."

Nezu: "Rumi, have you considered being a school counselor/therapist as well?"

(If Bakugou was expelled/transfered and not replaced, welcome the new feral kit.)

*Nezu is laughing at the chaos. And it's only the first day. He already has 2 people to get information from and the source of Overhaul's Quirk nullifying bullets. Meanwhile, what did Nighteye accomplish in his time investigating them for far longer seems like nothing in comparison.*

What a school year*

*It's like halfway through at most

#asks #homeroom teacher miruko au #red flag au #save eri speedrun au #bloody bullet au #homeroom teacher nedzu au

[starartwork03]

Red Flags | ErrorInk Animation Meme

By : StarArtwork (Me)

#undertale #undertale fanart #au sans #undertale au #errorink #errink #error sans #ink sans #animation meme #animation #red flags #sans au #drawing #digital art

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

SK!AU

*Small child, around 5 or 6 years old, runs up to Sun with a paper*

Child: Papa look! I-- *blushes brightly realizing what he said* I-I mean M-Mr.Sun look, I drew a picture for you... *now shyly holds up his drawing of Sun and him holding hands*

Sun has two thought processes-

This one-

and this one-

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #serial killer sun #sk sun #ask the sk boys #sun the librarian #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf sunny #fnaf sunrise #full color palette #he's a little unhinged #thoughts running a mile a second #any time he gets called mama or papa #red flags go up

[writingoddess1125]

Perv Buggy hits so good man. Him being so head over heels for someone he almost can’t help himself going through their laundry because they just smell that good, him keeping your first wanted poster in his drawer so he can look in your eyes when he needs to rub one out, him innocently asking what kind of lotion you’ve been using, just so he can get the same type to use when he pumps his dick, swapping out your bottle of beer when it’s not even half empty for a new one, chugging down the other half himself because your lips have been on that bottle and the thought of him getting an indirect kiss makes him insane… siiigh. I like my men problematic and pathetic in fiction.

Extra points if he’s just fumbling and nervous around you when he’s directly next to you. He jumps at the opportunity to do your makeup but his hands are shaking while he does and he can’t get a word out. You wink at him and he turns around immediately to hide the redness creeping in his face. He’s humped your pillow so often but it’s too shy to actually take your hand etc.

Maybe I'm just extra fucked up- But I do like this!! 🤣

We are treating those red flags like damn check points! Like if I made a Buggy College AU it would be like this-

Ohhhh Like a roommate AU! Would people want that?

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #college au #creepy but cute #red flags