Curious: What about Werewolf Hermione & Fleur? Wolves and Veela are both Soul Mate Creatures - how would the 2 react in each other's presence & when Hermione is transformed?

anon you absolute genius, you had me at hello the potential of this au is *chefs kiss*

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

Okay I saw you want more submits talking about pure filth so I had an idea.

I honestly feel like Ethan Landry would be like seriously into pussy worship. Like he’d want to go down on you all of the fucking time but like in a very submissive way? I’m talking him on his knees while your stood up with your hands in his hair, pulling his face into your pussy and fully grinding all over his face. He’ll do it till he can’t fucking breathe anymore with tears literally rolling down his face but he just can’t get enough of it and he’d 100 percent cum just from eating you out without you even needing to touch him.

Just popped into my mind and who best to share this idea with than the smut queen?

Smut queen eh? How sweet are you! 

For real, you got inside my head Anon so fuck it. You get to have a piece. This is what I am talking about, requests are closed but if you send in something that sparks the inspo then my brain will RUN with it! Ethan has a mouth made for eating pussy, those lips are built to cradle clit I swear to God. I did this all in one go, so let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.4K. Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Ethan Is A Needy Slut. Begging. Eating Out. Pussy Worship. Praise. Dirty Talk. Crying. Grinding. Face fucking. Premature Ejaculation. Ethan Creams His Jeans Hands Free. 

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Pay Your Respects.

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You don’t think you have ever met a guy as needy as Ethan Landry, hell you aren’t sure there is any man you haven’t met who could top him in that regard. He wants, he pines, he craves and he begs so fucking prettily, just like he is right now. He was going to come over and you knew he would be there soon, you thought you had enough time for a shower, you miscalculated, which meant that he came over before you could, still wrapped in your robe before you could clean up. You let him in and as soon as the door closed he was on you, poor thing couldn’t hold back, needed to kiss you by way of greeting. 

It makes you laugh against his mouth, saying a playful and amused, “Hey there-”, between kisses. He returned the greeting, far more out of breath than you were, “Hi.” 

It had been all of two days since you saw each other but he was acting like it was a month apart. You returned his affection, pressing nearer, arms wrapped around his neck, leaning up, fervent presses of your mouths together, teases of tongue before you break it, pull away and ask, “How are you?”

“M’ fine.” It was a lie. He looks so upset that you weren’t still kissing him, a look akin to a kicked puppy, sad eyes and a pout that could break almost anyone's heart, make whomever want to give him whatever he wanted to put a smile back on his face. He has something in mind, the short clipped answers and his overall body language communicating that. You asked, “You don’t wanna talk?” 

A shake of his head and you hum, “Hmm what could you want,-” His hands are on your waist and your fingers toy with the soft curls at the base of his neck, “-what could you want…”

He had been holding eye contact with you the whole time you stopped kissing him but now he breaks it, eyes dropping down, a brief flick that you catch. Corners of your lips quirk up and you let him go, your hands slide down and you start to open your robe, you ask quietly, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” He responds quickly, his eyes watching every single move of your fingers, watching you untie the belt, pull aside plush pastel fabric, enjoying every single inch of skin that is revealed to him. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Starved.” He admits, voice clearly strained and you grin at how needy he is just seeing your body partially exposed. 

“Get on your knees.” 

He drops down so quickly that you are sure it hurts his knees. You slip off the robe, let it pool around your feet and his hands are on your hips, he is dipping his head and moving so fast and you tell him, “Wait!”

He suppresses a whine, big brown eyes staring up at you, positively pleading and you lead him, commanding, “Slow down.”

Doing as directed he takes it slower, leans in, moving lower, his hand slides down your hip, over your ass, under your thigh he pulls, giving him more access to you. Lips meet near your knee and he starts to kiss up your inner thigh, looking up at you the entire time, gauging your reaction, waiting, hoping that you will give him the go ahead. "Please?"

"Please what?" You ask and he asks again, "Please let me eat you out? Let me make you cum. I'm dying, I need it-"

You let him squirm, wait until he is literally doing so, lips so close to where he wants and where you do too, when you finally say, “Go ahead.”

His mouth latches onto you so fucking fast. 

You abandoned shame in regards to him eating you out before you can shower a long time ago. He seemed to love it much more that way, the reaction he has to the natural smell of you is as if he gets high on it, the taste of you better than any meal. That first swipe of his tongue through your folds he moans loudly, pornographic, desperate. Your leg ends up over his shoulder, your fingers buried in his hair as he settles in, finds his rhythm, he is so fucking good at this. He wants nothing more than to please you, to worship you, show all of the reverence a human being can solely with his tongue buried in your cunt. 

A roll of your hips, grinding against his face, you pull on his hair, hard, he groans as you yank him nearer, bringing him closer. He loves to tongue fuck you and his enthusiasm makes you love it too, him trying to get himself as deep as he can in you while you grind your engorged clit against his nose, the pleasure spikes with every push of your hips and flex of his tongue. Your head falls back as you moan his name and his head is swimming, he is painfully hard in his jeans, aching, trying to keep breathing but he wants to please you more. You fucking his face like this makes it no easy task but he doesn’t care, he just wants you to cum on his face, it’s more important than air. 

He feels how you pulse on his tongue, getting wetter, leaking down his chin, you shiver, tugging on his hair, panting and moans getting louder and louder. He feels light headed, he isn’t giving up, he works harder, he takes your direction further. You lead him, jerking his head up by his hair, he sucks your clit deeply and he can tell you are nearly there, close to cumming in front of the door of your apartment. 

“Ethan, fuck, such a good boy, m’ so-so close. Don’t stop!” You rush it out on a single exhale, you gasp after that, back starting to arch and he knows, it is almost like he can feel it, feel your impending orgasm, as if it is giving him pleasure too, his tied to yours.

Bucking his own hips as he sucks and licks. It hurts, he needs to get his pants open but he is helping support you, he can’t let you fall or lose your orgasm, not after all this hard work, he just can’t, it’s unthinkable. He is grinding against the seam of his jeans and the zipper, it hurts but the stimulation even if it is painful, it isn’t all hurt, the undercurrent of pleasure and pressure, the sounds you make, your taste and you being so near to your end does it. 

He overflows in more ways than one.

He cries, tears spill down his cheeks from his own release happening in his pants, overstimulating, achy and unsatisfying as well as the lack of air. The load is impressive, his underwear feels uncomfortably plastered to his skin but he doesn’t think of any of that. He is focused on you, the fact that you are now cumming on his tongue at the tail end of his own ruined orgasm. You are panting out his name and he wishes he could have that on a tape to listen to on repeat. He loves how you say his name as you draw out every ounce of your climax on his tongue.

You finally, finally come down, your hips stop, you aren’t grinding now, no longer fucking his face, sucking down a deep breath trying to regain some composure. He gasps for air and it makes you look down at him for the first time in several minutes, his face is soaked. Slick, drool, tears, lips parted, hair a wreck, he looks blissed out and totally happy, the definition of pussy drunk. 

“Awe my poor little crybaby.” You say fondly around a laugh, light, musical, your leg comes down off his shoulder, confident you can stand on your own legs safely, “You okay honey?”

He nods, your hand slips from his hair and goes down his face, you cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, half smile on his face as he noses against your palm. Your thumb swipes over his bottom lip before you tilt his chin up, “You did amazing, you want your turn now?”

His eyes had closed in contentment from you touching him but upon you saying that they fly back open, “Uhh, no, no I’m okay-”

He shifts and you notice he looks uncomfortable and that is when you catch the wet spot on his jeans. You could tease him, you could be mean, instead you offer, “You wanna join me in the shower?” 

Ethan jumps at the chance. He doesn’t know what he will change into after the shower but getting to help you clean up and the prospect that maybe he can go back down for seconds makes any other thought impossible.

Little cute kinda prompt: Kirk loves coming up with the silliest sappiest nicknames to get his Vulcan to blush hehe 💜💜💜

"Babe," Jim says to the ceiling.

"No."

"Darling?" At the affronted silence, Jim tries: "Baby doll?"

Spock huffs. "I believe you are intentionally making them worse."

Jim rolls over to his stomach, flopping an arm over Spock's bare chest with a groan. "You're the one intentionally vetoing every endearment I come up with."

"Then I suggest," Spock kisses the tip of Jim's nose, so close to his face, "that you find a suitable one."

"A suitable one?"

"One that encompasses our relationship."

Jim thinks on it for a moment. Grins in the wake of a complicated puzzle, one that he can turn over in his hand like a Rubik's cube. "Challenge accepted, then."

The first attempt: on the bridge. "Thank you, gorgeous," Jim says to Spock as he hands him a PADD, smiling beatifically. Spock's glare makes his smile drop.

Second: as Spock comes out of the shower, Jim throwing a towel on his wet hair and murmuring, "Hello, sexy," to which he receives a "Absolutely not."

Third: in the rec room, as him and Spock play chess while Bones reads in the corner. "Checkmate, sugar," he purrs, to which Spock simply stands and walks away from.

"The hell are you doing?" Bones asks over his book.

Jim sighs as he sets the pieces back on the board. "Trying to find something more romantic to say in bed rather than 'Spock'."

Bones stares into the middle distance for a moment. Looks back down at his book. "I don't know why I ask."

"He's shooting down every one," Jim protests. "I don't know what to do."

"You stop dicking around and find one he actually likes," Bones snaps. "And leave me out of it while you do."

Jim hums. Considers. "What do you think about—"

Raising a hand, not looking up from his book, Bones says, "Leave. Me. Out of it."

Jim tries a few more over the next few days ("Sweetheart", which was close; "Honey", which was worse; "Bae," to try what the kids are into). None worked. Each one made Jim more and more convinced that Spock may just break up with him to get Jim to stop trying.

Shore leave came, and Jim rents them a modest little cabin in the middle of a field of wildflowers and wood to apologize. A lake spreads far and clear a few miles from the cabin, with a little overgrown path leading to it. Jim finds Spock there one morning, taking notes in his PADD as he observes a few errant wildflowers growing in the crack of a boulder.

"This planet is fascinating," he says as Jim approaches, knowing it's Jim by his footsteps alone. "The flora grows where you wouldn't think it to be. The soil is fertile, and yet these wildflowers chose the sandy cracks of this boulder. Almost in spite of the conditions."

Jim grins, sticking his hands in his pockets, observing Spock's crouched position, the curve of his shoulders. He knows them like old friends by now; could draw his lines by memory.

"Beloved," he says, too soft for human ears to hear, but perfect for a Vulcan's.

Spock turns his head, mouth slightly agape. His cheeks are getting that adorable green tint that Jim loves to be the cause of.

Jim smiles. The sun is warm on his back as he holds out a hand to Spock, helping him up, running a finger down Spock's flushed cheek. "Is this suitable, Mr. Spock?"

Spock's kiss comes fierce and surprising. It takes Jim's breath away as Spock pulls back, his hand folding into Jim's. "Quite acceptable," he breathes.

Hi, I just saw your art of the snake and the pigeon with aromantic flags, and they look amazing! I thought that a pigeon done in the colours of the queerplatonic and/or oriented aroace flag would be adorable. Did you know that pigeons mate for life and often show affection to their partner by cuddling with each other and giving them light pecks around the neck and head? They also are apparently great parents, with both males and females taking care of the young, this load is shared almost equally between the sexes. Both parents build nests, sit on eggs, and lactate (well “pseudo-lactation” technically) to feed chicks. I just thought the idea of two pigeons in a qpr would be really cute.

Sorry for the ramble about pigeons, I just really like them.

Don't apologise, I love me some pigeon facts. And you're absolutely right, two pigeons in a QPR would be really cute.

I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3

Pizzahead would wear a pretty princess dress for fun. Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk.

HAH of course he would-

I’d like to imagine that he would say this while also not knowing technically only Queens can do that- But he’s having fun!- Let him have it- 💪💪

And Tw: for Blood

Some good ol’ wisdom with Pizza Head :]

I would love to see a heartfelt, gut-wrenching goodbye kiss from Finnick and Annie because you know they've had a good few of those kisses in their traumatic life.

anon your wish is my command

When the alarm goes off, Annie doesn’t move. She’s been awake for what feels like hours. She still isn’t going to move, because if she does, then this will splinter and fracture and it will actually be the morning, and he will actually need to leave.

At least he’s leaving in the morning. She hates when he leaves at night. It means that he won’t get any sleep and then he’ll be expected to perform even more exhausted than he normally is. She doesn’t think he slept much anyway. She doesn’t know.

She’s spinning out, so she squeezes her eyes shut and pretends it’s not the morning until Finnick turns the alarm off. He exhales slowly next to her.

He has to know she’s awake. Has to. But he needs her to not be upset, and Annie’s fraying around the edges too much to keep it together the way he needs her to.

She drags herself out of bed at the last second. She knows they’ve both put it off, he’ll have to run the whole way to make it to the train on time, so she runs down the stairs and nearly collides with him as she stumbles on the last step.

He catches her. It’s almost thoughtless, the way he does it. Like he’ll always catch her.

“Finnick,” she says helplessly, and draws his head down to hers so she can kiss him.

It’s quicker than she wants. She wants to lose herself in it. She knows she can’t, but she does, just for a second, in the feel of his lips on hers. How soft his hair is under her fingertips.

“You’d better run,” she says against his lips. “Don’t want to be late.” Her voice cracks.

Finnick kisses her again and then turns and dashes out the door. He never said a word to her. She doesn’t think he could.

Annie collapses into a kitchen chair and stays there, staring at the wood grain of the table, for a long, long time.

send a kiss

"I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died.

But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving. And that’s what I did.

I saved him.

Then I protected him.

That's why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do...

The Last of BkDk

The trauma ability thing IS canon, and it's confirmed in Gaiden. Gaiden actually has a ton of important worldbuilding information, which is why it pains me that it's not more popular. Here's the exact quote (translation credit goes to profqlasses on Twitter):

"Sensei," I muttered hoarsely. "Have you ever wished you didn't have your ability?"

“What a very mature question,” replied Ayatsuji-sensei. “I can tell you the answer, but I don’t think a fledgling like you would catch it. You’ll need about ten years of suffering for that kind of excellent question. How many years has it been since your ability first awakened?”

I didn’t need to count with my fingers; the number had always been in my head.

“……Five years.”

“There are lots of obscurities as to when and how people acquire their abilities. But most of the time, there’s a certain trigger. In your case, it was your mother’s death. In Reigo Island’s Serial Murder Case five years ago. If it’s from something like that, it’s no wonder if one or two abilities would get involved there. And it’s regardless whether the person in question wants it or not.”

(Gaiden spoilers ahead)

Now in Tsujimura's case specifically, she inherited the ability because her mother specifically passed it onto her, and now she only has partial control of it. That's actually how Kyouka's mother learned to transfer abilities. But it still reveals that abilities are triggered in people after traumatic events, and also reveals that people can have MULTIPLE abilities

Multiple spoilers for anything outside of anime

“There are lots of obscurities as to when and how people acquire their abilities. But most of the time, there’s a certain trigger. In your case, it was your mother’s death. In Reigo Island’s Serial Murder Case five years ago. If it’s from something like that, it’s no wonder if one or two abilities would get involved there. And it’s regardless whether the person in question wants it or not.”

That little burb is actually why I started thinking on the canon trauma based abilities. Also, the idea that all ability users are just a tad bit messed up. Those two things seem so dependent on one another; being messed up and and being an ability user.

Makes me think about the themes of trauma and the way it literally shapes a person.

And Tsujimura? I don't know much about her, only read her wiki when I was researching for a fic (and one my bsd quick analysis). But I was aware of her ability and how it related to Kyouka's. Honestly thought the multiple ability thing was simply speculation but it always seemed logical to me.

I feel it is a rational conclusion, even without Gaiden making it canon mind you, that abilities manifest under stress and out of trauma. I would even go as far to argue that they strengthen and develop under it to.

Characters like Akutagawa, Yosano, and Chuuya all are examples of this.

Akutagawa developed an ability that was so offensive that it was defensive. It had no true defensive capabilities till he suffered under Dazai's abusive training. It changed.

Yosano’s ability was basically still developing when she came under Mori's tutelage, wouldn't surprise me if he even knew a way to influence its development. (Exhibit A, him fatally wounding that soldier)

Chuuya had an ability before it was molded to contain and withstand Arahabaki. Another example of ablity being changed as it developed. Changed under extreme torture and trauma. Technically, he even has two abilities, Corruption and For The Tainted Sorrow.

Mori is suspicious as fuck when it comes to the children getting their abilities manipulated.

All in all, it seems to be one of those unspoken, read between the lines kind of aspects of bsd.

idk about anyone else but I would love to see any and all anaroceit content you are okay with posting <3

signed,

the roceit anon from a little while ago

:0 roceit anon, my beloved.

Anyways permission from one is permission to post!

oh that Anon who said you didn't write reader inserts, I will fight them for you, because your fics genuinely feel free form. Like I have read GN!readers where they use descriptions like petite and short even in m! Or Gn! Reader inserts. Especially when it comes to Soap. Like soap is 172 cm He is my height he ain't dwarfing me.

He might be able to trap me between those big strong meaty arms and making me stupid, but I don't have to tip toe to kiss the bastard. Yet every single reader insert fic I've read outside of a handful of really well written blogs has descriptions like "you stood on your tip toes to kiss him" or "he was easily twice your height" like bitch no. Like genuinely being technically a short man I can insert myself into the character of hush without thinking "damn the author has a very specific demographic and I ain't it."

Personally I prefer reader inserts that use nicknames because y/n, c/s, ECT. Just break the immersion of the story. Not to mention it helps create diversity in the reader characters which personally just makes it more interesting to read. Sorry I saw the anon and got frustrated. Your writing is fantastic. I hope you're doing well. There is definitely criticism to be had in a lot of reader insert fics, but coming up with minor background details and nicknames is just not it.

-Hot mess rambler Anon

Yes to everything you just said. I know I've had the height conversation a million times, I'm tall and petite reader inserts always take me out of the story. BUT ALSO I have read so many x reader fics where the reader is described as having long hair! Explicitly they talk about putting their hair up or wrapping it around their finger, couldn't be me I have very short hair! But no one goes after those authors for having character descriptions.

I try my hardest to write inclusively, I want people to be able to put themselves into the povs that I write. It's a learning experience, and sometimes I read old fic and think "wow I could have worded that differently to avoid the connotation that this reader has/is x". I'm by no means perfect in keeping my pov characters shapeless blobs, but I am trying.

It's exceptionally common in the COD fandom to give reader characters callsigns. It's common for characters to use nicknames/pet names in reader fics. And like you said it helps me to distinguish which au, and which pov character I/others are talking about.

I have said it before and I'll say it again, I'm open about what I write and I understand that it isn't for everyone. I'm an extensive tagger, and willing to tag things for people if asked. At the end of the day though, I'm writing for myself, and I'm not going to stop writing for myself the way that I enjoy writing when folks can easily block me or blacklist my tags if they don't like it.

Jace grips the fabric tightly, hands shaking from rage or grief he knows not.

“Why him?” He says. “He was a babe, what justice is a babe’s life for my brother’s? “

Daemon remains silent, his face placid.

“I asked you to spare him, I saved him and you—you killed him.” Jace whispers.

Daemon gently catches his hands and lowers them. With a jolt, Jace realizes they’re leaning close together in a secluded hallway. Daemon slowly raises a hand and catches Jace’s chin in a soft caress.

“I do not regret killing him, not even for you."

Jace’s hand flies to his hip. Daemons hand follows and presses firmly through the fabric of Jace’s doublet where his words burn. Where their words burn.

~~ what Jace doesn’t know is that Daemon learned his children’s words as a contingency plan in case he doesn’t approve of their soulmates 🤭🫣 When he meets Cregan, Daemons going to tell him to say it to Jace after Cregan kills Aemond 🫣🤭 Because Daemon also lives for chaos and feeds off drama 🤭

anon are you - are you flirting with me? is this flirting? this is definitely flirting. yes, i've searched my feelings and i've decided i feel Very flirted with right at this moment HELLO I LOVE YOUR MIND??? this had me giggling behind my maniacally clasped hands the flavor the drama the emotional manipulation the illicit(or abt to be) meetings in dark hallways oo the spices are spice-ing🤭🤭 you have such a way with words *sighs dreamily and twirls hair*😍🥰

hey i just want to let you know im completely obsessed with your alex from the outfit chain post thing, i absolutely ADORE the way you draw her and when i saw it it literally sent me back into my alex fierro obsession and i immediately showed the drawing to my girlfriend and started rambling about how much i love this character and this art specifically

AHHHHH THAT'S SO KIND OF YOU OMG TY I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT SM!!!!! <3333 Alex is literally The Character Ever, I'm glad I could restart your obsession with him askjfhfkh HERE HAVE ANOTHER!!!!

(ft. another of my outfits, which i dub "The Bunnings Fit")

no, no, nooo!!! Compacflt, please, you can’t just tell us that Slider marries Sarah in 2022, and leave us hanging like this with no other info… 😭💔 For some reason (maybe, ‘cause I’ve placed EDTS Sarah on a nice little pedestal in my mind), when Slider was all Ooo, Tom’s sister is pretty, I thought: Nah, son. She ain’t falling for you. She’s ✨Sarah✨. And here we are!!! 🙀🤧 I love Slider with my whole heart, I do, but for Sarah?… I don’t know why I thought that maybe it’s a long shot? 🤡🤯 I guess, like me, Tom’s gonna be a teeny-tiny bit surprised and then, enormously pleased?

see this post for why my vision of sarah is just an author self-insert… she’s not antimilitary she just ends up a normie lib like me (so slider is not an immediate no-go for her & she gives him a chance)

the actress who plays her is unreasonably pretty imo (and yes ik she’s supposed to be ices wife, who gives a shit, she’s out of his league by several timezones)

there was a reason i cut the “slider marries Sarah” plot point lmfao it was too cheesy even for me (even if in my own heart of hearts that’s what ends up happening, and, yes, ice is like what? And then he’s like omfg no way [overjoyed])

i just want them to be Family okay