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insanesanitysparks · 5 months

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Thankfully Together Day 4 Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki

Pairing Name: Keimi - so cute don't you think?

Summary: It was just for some recon...until it wasn't...now they've got a whole other problem on their hands!

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki, Hawks x Fuyumi Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Hawks, Fuyumi Todoroki, smut, romance, little bit of angst, fluff, gradual romance, adults getting in trouble, dirty talk, minor stalking, attention seeking behavior

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Completed One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki

Frosty Feathers

It started as a fling, if even that. Hawks wanted more information about the number one hero before he started working with the man. What better way than to get close to his kids? He offered Shoto an internship but the kid turned him down. He tried to talk to Natsuo “in passing” but the guy had no interest in talking to heroes whatsoever. Touya, Endeavor’s oldest, was dead. And his wife was in a mental hospital…interesting but it kept him from approaching her. So that just left him with Fuyumi. That was fine, girls loved to talk and he was an attractive young man. He should be able to learn everything he needed from her.

So Hawks started focusing his research on Fuyumi. She was a teacher, frequented a cheap coffee place every morning on the way to work, and she was super friendly to everyone on her morning and after-school routines. She appeared to be the active housekeeper of the Todoroki household too, if the grocery bags and cleaning items she bought were anything to go by. She could work for him, this was going to be too easy!

He “bumped” into her one late afternoon at the store. She was buying supplies for her class. He helped her carry the armload to the register, paid for her (even though neither of them were hurting financially), walked her to her car and held the door for her like a gentleman. All the while, he rambled about how he thought teachers were underpaid and underappreciated.

And Fuyumi soaked it in. She melted at the affection, he could see her eyes softening, her shoulders relaxing. She laughed and smiled and conversed with him, sighing sadly when they made it back to her car and she thought their time together was near an end. By his observations, she was starved for attention but there was also something else. Something he couldn’t place his finger on. He knew it was risky, but he invited her out for coffee that weekend. In a heartbeat, she agreed.

They were just supposed to be friends. Hawks never intended for anything more. They went out for coffee and he was able to determine what the something was that he couldn’t place earlier in the week. For as much as loved and cared for her father, she also resented him for some reason and didn’t want to be defined as “Endeavor’s daughter.” Her coworkers were nice enough and the people she saw on a day-to-day basis were friendly but none actually made an effort to be friends with her simply because she was a Todoroki. So the fact that he talked to her after bumping into her and offered to take her out for coffee “just to talk” swept her off her feet.

He was planning to let her down gently after he started working with Endeavor, planned on telling her that work was going to keep him away and they wouldn’t be able to meet for a while. He would fade out of her life and she would be none the wiser. That’s what he planned on anyway, reality had a far different outcome. The outcome where he felt bad about disappearing so he sent her flowers at work, because he knew she’d be embarrassed if he sent them to her home. The outcome where he felt guilty about using her so he followed her to make sure she was okay…until she caught him in the act.

She had the eyes of a huntress when she stared at him from afar. She walked into a back alley and he followed because, despite being a hero, he was scared of the look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready when she fisted his shirt and slammed him into the brick wall behind him, smirking as she casually mentioned that she had her father teach her self-defense. No wonder she pinned him so easily! And then she kissed him, soft lips and tongue exploring his chafed, wind-burnt lips. Pressed against him as she was, soft hips, soft boobs, soft everything but with so much fiery intensity that he could scarcely believe she was the same Fuyumi.

When she pulled away, she was back. Eyes full of uncertainty but still holding hope. “Stay with me.” Her small voice begged and in his heart he couldn’t find it in him to turn away.

So he went with her. Followed her home, went in Endeavor’s house, and slept in Endeavor’s daughter’s bed. He wasn’t really concerned about being caught. He knew Endeavor was working that night and Natsuo wouldn’t disturb his sister, Shoto was at UA and her mother was in a hospital. It did feel strange though, to sleep in another hero’s house without them knowing.

Hawks wasn’t sure that Fuyumi was actually into him. Sure they had sex and sure they found each other attractive but they weren’t really serious. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they fucked. Fuyumi wasn’t the first girl he’d ever slept with and Hawks wasn’t the first guy she’d ever slept with. Besides, he hadn’t even told her his real name…not that it mattered. He went by Hawks so often that sometimes he thought that was his real name.

And then…the hospital…the fight with Shigaraki, the discovery of One for All and the truth behind Dabi’s origin, and the horrors that Hawks didn’t know had occurred within the Todoroki household. He knew it had never been sunshine, but damn… He wasn’t sure if he felt worse for Endeavor or his family, the abuser and the victims were being put in the spotlight and interrogated by the media.

Fuyumi called and despite his exhaustion and despite almost losing his wings, Hawks went to her. She held him so carefully, ran hands through his hair, hummed pretty little songs, wept into his chest and dampened his bandages. She was so nervous, so scared. He didn’t think he meant that much to her. They’d discussed this, they weren’t really a thing. They were just using each other. Still, he reached to comfort her. She batted him away.

“I-I don’t know how,” She started nervously, sucking in an anxious breath, “but I’m pregnant. You’re the only person I’ve slept with…”

Well, shit! The sky was literally falling and now this. Guess he should have expected it. Condoms weren’t 100% effective…still, he kind of expected her to be on a pill or something. In hindsight, maybe he should have clarified that. He wasn’t sure what to say to her either. They’d established that they weren’t serious, there was no obligation for him to stay, but she was clearly attached…and maybe he was too? Knowing that a part of him was growing in her… Fuck! It was terrifying and exhilarating! His father had never really been present and her father had kind of screwed stuff up, it would be kind of poetic if he wasn’t involved at all…but he didn’t want to be.

He didn’t think Fuyumi needed a serious response. She needed him. So in a truly Hawks fashion, he smirked and offered her a witty, “I guess I better not die then.” If looks could kill, she would have murdered him then but his lighthearted demeanor seemed to cheer her up.

They heard the door open but neither were afraid. They knew Endeavor didn’t disturb his kids when their doors were closed. Still, Hawks rose from the bed and walked toward the door. Fuyumi eyed him curiously.

“Well…I think I’m going to go fill your dad in. He should know what he’s fighting for. Wish me luck!” He marched out the door with a goofy salute and Fuyumi giggled at the surprised “what the-” that came from her father’s mouth in the other room.

Her amusement was short lived as another voice followed up in a tone that told her she was in trouble, regardless of her age and being able to make her own decisions. Her mother’s voice was stern and demanding, “Fuyumi!” Crap! Dad wasn’t the one they really had to worry about…her mother was a whole other storm!

~ flash back ~

(the night of their child’s conception)

The room was hot and smelled like sex, stuffy almost. Hawks and Fuyumi were both drenched in sweat and each other’s sex. Well, Hawks was drenched in her sex. Hawk’s stuff was being poured into condoms. He’d been through two already and was on his third. Fuyumi really could milk him for everything he was worth!

And speaking of milk…two lovely, thick and bouncy boobs were dangling in front of his face as she rode him. Soft, squishy, and cool to the touch despite the sweat that beaded on her skin. Beautiful, bouncy boobs. Pretty pink little nipples pebbled in front of him, making his mouth water as they were just out of his tongue’s reach.

Fuyumi had set a hard pace in her efforts to cum, an accomplishment she had yet to achieve. She’d already pulled two loads out of him, pausing to change condoms afterwards to avoid rips that could potentially get her pregnant. But she had yet to get her own release. Her face looked pained as she humped him, riding him like a horse across a wide open plain. She slowed to a stop just short of his third orgasm.

“I-I’m sorry,” She panted breathlessly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m close, I just can’t…I don’t know why. I keep getting close and then I lose it.”

Hawks reached a hand up to caress her face. He usually let her take control because she liked to ride him, and if he was being honest he quite liked to be ridden. It pinned his wings beneath him, forced him to stay still, and the view of the big bouncing tits in front of him made it all that much more worth it! But it didn’t seem like that was going to cut it for Fuyumi today. No problem, he was an ambidextrous man and he lived to please.

He slid his one hand from her face to the back of her neck, the other wrapped around her back and pulled her close. Then he flipped them, pushing her into the blankets. He used his feather’s to pin her in place, arms over her head, legs pushed up and spread as far and wide as they could go. One hand rested next to her side, supporting his weight, and the other wrapped around her neck. He didn’t really squeeze, more like held, applying just enough pressure to give a threatening warning.

“Fucking bitch!” He teased, ruthless eyes gazing down into her teary eyes and sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her clench around him at the way he spoke to her. “Use my cock, make me cum like that and then can’t even be bothered to cum herself! Just a needy little slut aren’t you? Need me to breed you? Knock you up like the sexy little whore you are?” He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe and down her neck afterwards. He was careful not to leave any marks because they didn’t want people to know, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t tease her sensitive skin a little.

“Ha-Ha-Hawks!” She moaned, “Y-yes! I-I’m y-your d-d-ir-ty little, s-sexy, s-slutty b-b-itch! B-breed me! P-please! I need more!”

He was happy to give it! Going as hard and as fast as he could manage, flicking her nipples with his feathers. He felt himself getting close and nipped at her lip. “You better fucking cum! You better fucking cum or else your not cumming at all!” He commanded with a growl. “You ready baby? You want my fucking cum?”

“Yes! Yes! I want it!” She nodded desperately. He squeezed her neck a little tighter and grinned when her pussy clenched tighter.

“Good girl! Good girl! You’re gonna cum in three…” His hips started to stutter but he kept going. “Two…” She whined and writhed under him, twitching and shaking like she was being shocked. She was desperate and he was close, this had to work! “One!” He grunted, plunging as deep as he could go and rocking into her as he rode out his final orgasm. He was so blissed out by the feeling that he forgot to pay attention to her.

He collapsed on top of her, cock going limp inside her as he caught his breath and released her from his feathers. When he could finally think straight again, he pulled out and looked at her questioningly. “Did you cum? You felt so good I got distracted.”

Fuyumi nodded, eyes cloudy. She looked like how he felt, like he’d just run a marathon. Did she cum that hard? He shrugged, tugging the condom off and tossing it in the trash bin on his way to the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up with. Once they were both mostly clean, Hawks slipped back into the bed for cuddles.

“We should do that more often.” Fuyumi sighed in content. “I think I like dirty talk.”

“Yes ma’am! My icey little sex queen.” Hawks teased lightly, kissing her forehead before pulling back with a frown. He needed to remember to keep this casual. Don’t get attached.

When Fuyumi woke the next morning, Hawks was already gone but that didn’t really surprise her. They weren’t really serious, though she wouldn’t mind if they were something more. He was attractive and seemed to be a good man. She stretched and made her way to the bathroom, glancing at the trash bin to see if it needed emptied as she relieved herself. It didn’t register then what she was actually looking at, her brain just assumed it was lotion. Until thirty minutes later when she was remembering her passionate night over breakfast and it hit her. She hadn’t put any lotion in the trashcan! She ran back to the bathroom and checked…the cum had leaked out of the condom…but where? It was tied off…surely it didn’t… She took a shaky breath to calm herself. It probably just ripped when he was taking it off. And even if a little did get inside her, she was fairly certain she was outside of the fertile window. It would be fine!

Or at least that’s what she told herself until she missed her period…and the next one…and then the doctor told her otherwise. Well…shit!

#mha #bnha #Minors DNI #Thankfully Together #Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki #Hawks x Fuyumi Todoroki #Keigo Takami #Hawks #Fuyumi Todoroki #smut #romance #little bit of angst #fluff #gradual romance #adults getting in trouble #dirty talk #minor stalking #attention seeking behavior

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 4 months

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In your lights out!au when Eddie wakes up, how did Frank feel? Was he happy? Relieved? Were they a thing before everyone went to sleep, or did they realize they had feelings for each other afterwards?

I hope this hasn't been asked before! I'm just really curious

i'm thinking that before everything went dark, they were getting there. nothing was said aloud, but they were both having Mutual Feelings and Charged Moments that neither could ignore

just because i think it'd interesting if when Eddie wakes up, it's like no time at all passed. he walked Frank home just last "night". but it's been years for Frank - they have to reestablish where they had been with the added facets how time has worn on Frank. among other things

#and they only get like 5-6 months to figure their shit out!#thankfully for the both of them frank is less inclined to keep up pretenses. he becomes a bit of a go-getter #cause he's like 'well its been years. im tired & im dying. fuck it we ball'#its that class The Apocalypse Speeds Up Relationship Development thing #not drastically! it still takes them a good couple of months #this is actually why i had eddie wake up before julie #i wanted him and frank to have Some time together #5-6 months isnt half bad i think. sorta #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #to make a long story short #feelings were realized but not shared pre-dark #and post-dark they're shared and somewhat established #how established can you be in their situation!#as for how frank felt... A Confusing Tangle Of Emotions #too complicated to write out here really

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lynzishell · 2 months

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Prev // Next

Transcript + Bonus under the cut:

Phoenix: Your sister decided not to come? Asher: No, I, uh, asked her not to in the end. Phoenix: How come?

Asher: It’s complicated. I’d rather not get into it tonight. Phoenix: Sure. Everything okay? Asher: Eh, getting there. Phoenix: Well, if there’s anything we can do, just let us know. Asher: I will. Thanks.

Megan: How is the wedding planning going? Dawn: [laughs] It’s a lot harder now that Aspen is here. But I finally got the invitations out, so we’re making progress. Megan: Can I help with anything? What do you have left to do?

Dawn: Um, well, I still need to figure out flowers and cake. And I still need a dress. I haven’t even started looking yet. Megan: We should start there then. I’d love to take you dress shopping; we can make a day of it. Dawn: Really? Megan: Of course! Do you have a particular style in mind already? Dawn: Oh, I don’t know. Something simple.

A little autonomous slow dancing after dinner... whether they want to or not, apparently.

These two are definitely related.

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

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theviolenttomboy · 3 months

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By the looks of it, unlike Naranja/Uva Academy, Blueberry Academy is age restricted since we only see kids as students there. Since Kieran is in class 1-4 and Carmine is in 3-2, it's safe to assume that Carmine is only two years older than him despite being like a foot taller.

Logically Carmine got in first, and then Kieran two years later. So Kieran would've been on his own until then. I imagine he still had no friends during this time; I mentioned it before, but Japanese rural villages like Mossui have a population issue.

In the Higurashi series, which takes place in the 80s, there's less than a dozen kids between elementary and middle school age in Hinamizawa, and they all share a single classroom and teacher. In timelines where everyone gets to live (lol), the school eventually shuts down entirely when all the kids age out and no one replaces them. It also appears that anyone who wants to continue their education has to move out of the village entirely.

I don't think I've seen a teenage NPC in Mossui? When Pecharunt brainwashes everyone in town and brings them to Loyalty Plaza with it, besides Carmine, they're all middle-aged or elderly. The time Kieran was alone was probably when he frequently snuck off to Ogerpon's cave.

Of course, this also means Carmine never had friends in Mossui either. Thankfully she at least has Amarys at school. Until then though, they literally had no one else to hang out with, and they still only hang out with each other when they're home because the situation hasn't changed.

#pokemon #pokemon sv #also carmine and kieran being in different classes #means that they still aren't always together at bba as well #outside of class yeah but still #kieran being anxious and awkward makes him unable to make friends #but that's more on him than carmine #thankfully he starts making friends with his classmates #after the epilogue #also also #i see people saying carmine's the obvious 'golden child'#because she has a phone and kieran doesn't #their grandparents probably can't afford a second phone #how much money does artisanal handcrafted masks make #especially when the festival sells cheap plastic ones

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beautifully-imperfections · 3 months

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I HATE lawlight fans who hate Light

!!!

Light is so silly and entertaining to me I honestly don’t get how people don’t enjoy him as a character. As for shipping I only ship characters I like together so hating one while loving the other is wild to me. And if you hate one part of a ship why not ship something else without Light like lawsuda or lawmane

I thought I was going to get my first anon hate on this blog at first lmao

#you had me at the first half ngl #my ramblings #death note #light yagami #thankfully I haven’t seen a lot of lawlight fans like that #they are both my awful and obsessive pookies and they belong together

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thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra · 9 months

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anyone else feel like the current pushback against the word “transandrophobia” EXACTLY mirrors the pushback against the ocean gay mlm flag from a couple years ago?

like, instead of “You don’t need your own flag! Just use the rainbow one! You’re stealing from lesbians!” it’s “You don’t need your own word! Just use the word ‘transphobia’! You’re stealing from transfems!”

#also the disgusting violent attitude is the same #like i remembering seeing ppl say they were gonna beat up people who used the ocean gay flag #and now i see that same violence towards ppl who use the word “transandrophobia”#only difference is that flag discourse is stupid and discrimination discourse is. literally denying discrimination #transandrophobia #anti transmasculinity #thankfully i’m seeing a lot more transfems in support of the use of the word “transandrophobia” these days #makes me happy #we are all siblings and we are all here together <3

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cosmokyrin · 2 years

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sharing this design for now lmao

for a comic commission featuring a future Penny (set after the events of V8, about 2-3 years later and yes she’s here don’t ask /j)

again going for the cyborg Penny concept, and she has an Iron Man-like electromagnet / reactor piece on her chest that keeps her alive (and more biomechanical stuff around her spine or smth)

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You may support the artist through the following links! (Tumblr post).

Artwork powered by Free and Open-Source Software (FOSS): Linux Mint MATE 19.1 and Krita 4.3.0

#penny polendina #rwby #krita #kyrin's art #kyrin's fanart #fan illust #rwby: fanart #took this from some old 2021 concept sketch that I thankfully didn't throw together with the rest of the papers I massively decluttered b4 #threw in some related colors and glad it worked somehowwwww

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cornertheculprit · 1 year

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okay but DO you guys ever think about how the instant the trial was over in turnabout memories phoenix insisted that the dahlia on the witness stand was a fake because the dahlia he knew would never act like that and then five years later when the earthquake hits and edgeworth starts insisting that a manhunt needs to get started phoenix is like no. she wouldn't run away. a manhunt isn't necessary. i know where she is. and then at the end of the trial when she tells him point blank that if she'd known dahlia was going to kill him she would have killed her or died trying and he says you really are the person i always thought you were. even after dahlia hawthorne was found guilty...i still believed in you. and then how he goes to visit her in prison (more than once! it's an ongoing thing!) because he refuses to leave her now that he's finally found her and knows her by her true name. all this time he's KNOWN who she is down to the core of her and he never even knew her name and now that he does he still sticks around despite everything that happened. because she knows him too

#like okay. i wouldn't say i advocate for them to get back together i do think they would work better as friends after everything #but if the writers pulled a 180 and brought her back and they got back together i would jump on that bandwagon so fucking fast......#thankfully they will not do this (they would MANGLE her character like they mangled his) so it can stay a little daydream in my head #phoenix&iris besties real but also........#feenris

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