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dr3c0mix · 11 months

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umm is it possible to get a yandere! male!siren x shy!gn reader?

Fish Bait

Yandere!Siren x GN Reader

CW: Kidnapping, assault, minor stalking, murder, thalassophobia maybe?

🌊 You are quite shy when it came to talking to people. You found the whole 'socializing thing' a bit overwhelming considering how rough and loud the rest of the people in your academy was.

🌊 You much preferred staying by the shore with a nice book or drawing book to enjoy the sound of the waves with. The ocean breeze and wailing of seagulls never failed to relax you.

🌊 One day, you heard the strange sound of splashing by the tide pools along the more rocks area of the shore. You thought it was a fish or some other animal that got stuck in one of the pools after the tide retreated and got up to help it out.

🌊 But what you saw was no animal, well, half animal. In one of the pools was a man with the lower half of a fish, his scales glistened wondrously as it splashed in the water.

🌊 The man looked at you with wide eyes and froze. You put your hands up to show you meant no harm.

🌊 "Please! Spare me! I just want to go home!"

🌊 "Calm down! I won't hurt you!"

🌊 He shook with fear as your hands drew closer to him.

🌊 You then pulled him up from the pool and carried him to the sea, he stares at you as you gently lowered him unto the water.

🌊 As soon as his tail was submerged in the sea, he swam out of your grasp and went a distance away from you, part of his head peeking out of the water as his red eyes looked at yours.

🌊 "Well...safe travels.." You mutter, wading back to shore, but the merman peeks his mouth out the water and shouts to you.

🌊 "You're not going to ask anything in return?"

🌊 You look back. "Uhm..no, I'm fine, thanks anyway.."

🌊 "Hmm, you know...you can come with me to my home. I'll grant you the power to breathe under water and you can enjoy the treasures I have there. What do you say? It's the least I can do for what you've done for me!"

🌊 "Nah, I'm good. Be safe though, I heard theres pirates that hunt merfolk nowadays..." You continue your way to shore but the merman swims quickly to your side.

🌊 "Don't you want to be rid of those insolent fools you call schoolmates? I can give you a life people only dream of!"

🌊 "I'm not really..interested..."

🌊 "...You're not?"

🌊 "Yeah..."

🌊 "...Oh..uh..ok...wow-um..well, bye I guess..." The man stutters before sinking his head back into the water.

🌊 You sigh, that was some encounter. You doubt you'd run into something like that again...

🌊 Boy howdy you were wrong.

🌊 You'd spot the strange boy again and again, always hiding back behind the rock or piece of driftwood he was watching you from.

🌊 Sometimes you'd also find trinkets and beautiful stones laid on the shore. You never took them though; you didn't want to take something someone probably lost. The merman would grumble to himself every time you ignored his baits.

🌊 You'd also see him again trapped in the pools, feigning sorrow that poor little him got stuck again during another low tide. What ever shall he do?

🌊 Your days would go on like this, the merman desperately trying to lure you into the sea but to no avail due to your shy and polite nature.

🌊 Him basically stalking you turned to him directly talking to you and trying to get you to go with him in the water.

🌊 "Oh dear, I've been stuck at this reef for ages! I just can't get out! Could you help me please? I promise not to drown you!"

🌊 "No thanks, I'm on the last chapter of my book..."

🌊 "My, my, it's so lonely in the ocean, not a playmate in sight, come down with me so we can really get to know each other yeah?"

🌊 "I don't really wanna get my clothes wet..."

🌊 What you thought was a potentially dangerous creature of the sea became a whiny, attention-seeking drama queen.

🌊 Eventually, you'd learn his name is Caspian. He gave up a bit on trying to lure you and settled on making small talk with you.

🌊 Most of your conversations would revolve around your cultures, how you two lived compared to eachother.

🌊 "So those silver things with teeth aren't combs? Interesting...tell me more!"

🌊 He more or less looked up to you because of the knowledge you'd tell him, even though it was all basic things ever human knows, but he wasn't a human so, I guess it's alright.

🌊 He'd try to crawl onto shore to see what you were reading or drawing. You'd have to scoot away from him because he was dripping wet, and you didn't want your paper to get soiled.

🌊 Please read to him! He loves it when you read out loud the books you bring!

🌊 Life seemed pretty content with you having a friend to talk to, one who's not judgmental of your quiet personality.

🌊 That was until one day, you heard laughing and shouting from your usual spot.

🌊 You saw your classmates, waist deep in the water trying to drag Caspian to the shore, the merman snarling and biting the air around him angrily as the bullies degrade and laugh at his attempts to wriggle out of their grasp.

🌊 "Look at this, boys! With this ugly thing we can buy the whole pub if we wanted to!"

🌊 "H-hey! Leave him alone!" You shouted, dropping your things as you ran to help your friend, but one of them punched you with in the face and grabbed you, about to hit you again.

🌊 "What? You're gonna let this siren kill everyone that comes to this beach? God you're dumb! No wonder why you have no friends!"

🌊 He was about to give another blow when you both heard a shrill cry from the ocean.

🌊 The water pooled with crimson as only the splashing of limbs can be seen form the shore, cries and gurgles are heard from the writhing gore. Your classmate rushes into the water to save his friends before the violent splashing stops and the red patch of bloody water extends towards him and around him until you see him get yanked below into the water, a splash of a fish tail verified in your mind that it was Caspian.

🌊 You could feel your heart pounding as you see the siren lift its head from the water, his blood red eyes staring at you again with razor sharp teeth bared.

🌊 "P-please...don't hurt me..I didn't lead them to you I swear!" You cried as he crawled to your shivering form.

🌊 You held your breath as he pulled you in a wet hug, your clothes getting stained by the salty, bloody water.

🌊 "Oh my darling~ I know you would never hurt me~ But we're not safe here anymore..I fear I'll have to take you somewhere safer...somewhere away from those disgusting creatures."

🌊 You couldn't even react before you were pulled into the water forcefully, you kicked and swam all you could to get him to let go of you, but soon enough, your whole body was under the water. The only thing that was left of you were your things by the sand, and bubbles that rose to the surface before stopping.

🌊 "You'll be safe here my love, my most wonderful treasure~"

this one was by far one of my favorite bois ive written, he's so mhmhmghghghmmmhmhmmhhh

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adiluv · 8 months

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☆ ､､ 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 !

experimenting a bit more with my layouts! not too visible with this very simple post but lmk what you think! anyway, foçalors seems like an interesting character and i absolutely love her design, so... hope you enjoy! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

692 words. written before 4.2, not edited.

lady furina who first encounters you during a civil affairs case, sitting with her head resting in her palm as she'd been forced to watch the owner of a small fruit stand claiming you'd stolen from them. although she'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, she hardly considered three measly apples to be worth her time, such small issues being utterly and totally devoid of the theatrics she drew her entertainment from. had neuvillette not been so adamant in her appearance—claiming it a part of her 'duty' as the hydro archon—she doubted that she would've even made an appearance. alas, he was, and she'd all but resigned herself to her fate.

lady furina who ends up picking up an interest in you as the proceedings continue, clearly noticing the not-so-subtle glances that you send her way. At first, she doesn't pay much mind to it, though her curiosity is quickly piqued when she notices the barely concealed look of awe and adoration within your gaze. it sends her reeling almost instantaneously, posture straightening up completely as a smile graces her features. proud, as she is, she can't help but find your attention amusing, ego stroked by the undivided focus you keep on her. as you should, of course—somebody so pure and elegant deserves it—but she can't deny that your decision to ignore the accusations being levied against you certainly is silly.

lady furina who's hardly suprised when the oratrice confirms your guilt, nearly letting out a laugh at the confused look on your face. she ends up stepping in to change your punishment, noting that it'd be a waste of resources to even attempt fining you when you weren't even able to pay for fruit. instead, your crimes would be repayed by your assistance to the court, a decision that the masses would report as being 'undeniably wise'. while she lives for their praise and has absolutely zero intent to correct them… it was really just an excuse for her to get to see you again.

lady furina who, while noted by neuvillette as being notoriously ꒰and irritatingly꒱ distant in the upkeep of the nation, is now magically more involved. while he does maintain some initial speculation about her motivations, they're easily confimed once he takes note of her desire to make your accquaintance. besides the small setbacks that occur whenever she gets derailed in an attempt to impress you ꒰poor thing becomes the resident third wheel꒱, he's genuinely pleased about her heightened activity within national affairs. The weather becomes warmer as a result, with many citizens taking the opportunity to go diving.

as such, what was supposed to be a short time working beneath the archon eventually becomes a full-time job once the hydro ludex himself ends up recuiting you. ignoring your own personal desires to remain in close proximity to the archon—an honor within its own right—the pay is ludicrously good, more mora than you'd even know what to do with. you'd have to be a fool to decline.

lady furina who would never stoop down to the level of admitting feelings for a mere mortal, instead opting for the more 'dignified' approach of following you around like a lost puppy as often as possible. neuvillette, for the sake of prolonging her interest within the issues of the nations, is roped in to play the part of a middle man—much to his disconcertion. he ends up accidentally admitting the archon's sentiments to you in an attempt to figure out whether or not you reciprocate, nearly giving the god a heart attack as the words slip past his lips.

very luckily, her rising panic is quelled by the ectsatic look on your face, the sudden clicking of her shoes alerting the pair of you as she rushes away to celebrate. you'll have to be the one to go to her, unfortunately, and while she does attempt to squeeze a confession out of you… well, she'd rather just go ahead and skip to the part where you ask for the honor to be hers. she'll make you squirm a little, but don't worry. she has every intent to agree.

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hervoiceinthedark · 2 months

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i was there when the goddess was killed.

it's true, i shouldn't have been, but when i heard the execution was happening so close, i was overcome by curiosity. i snuck to the outskirts of town, the small shack they built for this purpose.

no one knew why, but there were rumors.

"i heard it's 'cuz only the regency's best-trained can even look at it without melting," one of the rumors said.

"i thought it was because when it dies, it's going to burst into a ball of flame that burns everything around it!" went another.

no one could agree, except on this:

whatever the reason for the closed execution, the goddess was dangerous, evil, and it was for the good of all.

but i didn't know any better.

"none of you have even seen her," i kept saying. "how do they execute a goddess, anyways?"

they just told me i was a childish fool.

when i got there, i saw the shack was small and shoddily built, with no windows and no lock on the door. i guess they counted on people's trust in the regency, or their fear of the goddess.

i had neither. when i heard them coming, i hid in a tree and watched.

there were four of them, the witch-hunters, and her in the middle. they tromped down the path, talking loudly with each other, laughing boisterously. they didn't seem afraid, or apprehensive about what they were about to do.

and the goddess... seemed so small.

this was not like what we'd been told. she stumbled when pushed, her bare feet bloody and swollen. the bag over her head obscured her features, but she didn't struggle, or speak. her hands were bound, and she wore a rough dress; prisoner's garb.

i held my breath as they passed.

"get in there," one snarled, kicking the bound figure into the shack. i heard her gasp in pain as she fell, unable to catch herself.

the hunters entered, and the door closed. i couldn't quite make out their voices from my hiding place, so i climbed down to get closer.

the door was as cheap as the rest of the shack, and one of the boards had a large hole rotted into it. closing one eye, i peeked in.

"...some goddess," one of the hunters was saying. the rest laughed. they weren't looking at her, still collapsed on the dirty shack floor.

after exchanging boasts and making jokes, one reached down and yanked the hood off, and i saw her.

she looked so... human. so frail. but not scared, not in the slightest. in fact, she looked almost calm, gazing up at her captors as though they'd invited her to a tea party.

they quieted then, boisterousness curdling into awkwardness.

one of them cleared his throat. "any, any last words, fiend?" he tried to growl, gruffness belayed by his stutter.

"No," she said, and her voice rang in my ears, clearer than the bluest sky, as bright as the sun.

"I will speak, but these words will not be my last, despite this crude attempt to cut them short," she said.

the men looked at each other, seeming almost ashamed. "we—it's just our orders," he started to say, but the goddess turned her eyes to him, and he stopped.

"Do what you must, and face the consequences," she said. "Just know that in doing so, you end this reign of men like yourselves."

the hunters shuffled their feet, and didn't meet her eyes, or each others'.

eventually, one drew his sword, and the others followed suit.

without another word, they raised their weapons above their head.

"Now it's all up to you," the goddess said as the swords came down.

her eyes bored directly into mine, maintaining contact even as her head fell to the floor.

there was no blood. there was no sound.

as we all watched, the four hunters and the secret spectator, her body unspectacularly crumbled into dust, leaving nothing.

except... her final gaze, and words, were burned into my eyes and mind.

when the hunters, seeming disoriented, began to turn, i ran as fast as i could.

back at home, i locked the door, and put a chair up against it for good measure. the goddess's words continued to echo in my mind, and i couldn't shake the feeling that they really were meant for me.

and her eyes...

i gasped, wincing as a burst of pain shot through my head.

i stumbled over to my closet and fumbled around for my mirror. there was an intense pressure in my skull, like it was being squeezed from all sides. my eyes were watering, and i could barely see. my throat, too, burned as though i'd swallowed a live coal, and i coughed and coughed.

i pushed aside garments, choking and crying. the tears that dropped onto my skin burned where they landed, and brushing them off did nothing to stop the sensation.

by the time i finally found the hand mirror, a small, round thing that had cost me a fair deal, i could barely see.

i blinked the tears away, realizing as my vision cleared that there were streaks of bright crimson running down my cheeks. my mouth, too, was flecked with blood, and as i failed to contain another cough i watched it splatter the mirror.

and my eyes... all i could see were Hers.

Her eyes, overlaid on mine like in a dream, piercing through the pain that filled my skull. as i stared into the mirror, the crushing headache faded slowly, as did the burning in my throat.

Her words repeated in my head, louder and louder, swirling around the fog of my mind.

"it's all up to me now," i whispered, and it was not my voice.

[It's all up to Me now,] She repeated in my mind, and i tasted sweetness on my lips.

i cleaned up the mess i made, wiped the mirror, unblocked the door. by the time they came for me, i knew i would be long gone.

She was so weak, then. we hid for a long time, moving from place to place, binding our eyes and speaking as little as possible. we helped where we could, using Her words to help, to lessen hurt. every small thanks we were offered, every small offering in return grew Her strength.

these days, She barely needs me. i exist in the back of Her mind, scarcely aware of how She uses what is now Her body, and i would have it no other way.

i only hope that, should what i have offered not be enough, whoever She plants Herself in next grows to love Her as i do.

#microfiction #short fiction #a story #empty spaces #a witnessed execution #her voice in the dark

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lemonsprite · 4 months

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Fooling around || Sebastian Sallow x Male!Reader

Summary: you teach Sebastian to let loose a little

Word count:

Warnings: slight suggestive themes (?) nothing crazy just snogging (hate that term as an American)

A/N: might make a Verizon about Ominis where he’s jealous of m! Reader and Sebastian idk tho TT okay off topic I HATE JK ROWLING SO MUCH WITH A BURNING PASSION AS A TRANSGENDER but! I am also autistic and unfortunately have a special interest in Harry Potter (I’ve had one since I was nine) AND ITS SUCH A BAD CONFLICT I want to make content but at the same time don’t (anyways make sure you pirate Hogwarts legacy xoxo) NOT BETA READ IM SORRY

“Okay okay-“ smiled Sebastian, leaning backwards against the nearby wall of the undercroft. “I dare you…” he paused, thinking of what next to say. “To send Amit Thakkar an owl full of belch powder!”

“Godric’s Heart Sebastian that’s awful!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

Sebastian tsk’d, waving a finger in front of your face. “Ah-ah-ah you choose dare, remember?” He smirked.

With a sigh you admitted your defeat, reluctantly producing a blank piece of parchment to begin your nasty prank. Despite your reluctance to this task, Sebastian had welcomed you in to the undercroft even with all his prejudice towards you in the beginning- part of you felt like you had to go along with his dare even if it was a bit cruel (and a little funny).

Having never played many muggle games growing up, you’d thought now would be a better time than ever to introduce Sebastian to the wonderful word of ‘Truth or Dare’. Part of you regretted that decision now, with how wonderfully he was adapting to the game already.

“Alright Sebastian- Truth or dare?” You ask, not looking up from your letter.

“Truth.”

“Got any one in the castle you fancy?”

Sebastian’s silence is what finally drew you from your letter, looking up to meet his flushed gaze.

Part of you had expected a ‘no.’ After all, Sebastian never struck you as the romancing type, but seeing his face dusted in pink wasn’t unwelcome- in fact you quite liked the look on him. A voice in the back of your head urged you to make him blush more often.

You raised your eyebrow at him, prompting him to answer.

Sebastian whispered something, you could not make it out.

“What?” You asked, staring at him confusedly.

“You.” He whispered.

“Me what?”

“You- I Like you!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice raising in frustration at your obliviousness.

Oh.

That went from zero to one hundred.

There was silence for what felt like eternity before you let out a small chuckle, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice Sebastian had brought the two of you.

He stared at you, his eyes a mixture of emotions.

Sebastian began hurriedly covering up his earlier confession. “I know you probably think that strange- I mean a boy liking another boy? Weird right anyways-“

“I like you too.” You said, staring at him over your cup of juice.

That effectively stopped Sebastian’s rambling, he peered at you- bewildered.

“But… but we’re both men?”

“And?” You asked. “Back where I’m from It’s quite normal for boys our age to fool around with each other before we marry- course’ I feel like we should all just be able to marry whom ever we want, never really found myself fancying girls.” You ranted, waving your hand animatedly in the air. All the while Sebastian stared at you, wide eyed and curious.

“…really?” He asked after a moment. You nodded your head, very serious.

“Have you ever… kissed another boy?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh yeah, plenty- a few girls here and there too…” you smiled, leaning in closer to Sebastian.

It seemed impossible to shock Sebastian any further yet here you were.

“And… fooling around… that too?”

“Occasionally… once or twice.”

Again there was silence, Sebastian staring at you intently.

“Could you…” Sebastian paused, thinking of the best way to go about this increasingly awkward conversation. “… teach me?”

It was your turn to be shocked now, staring at him for a moment.

“Teach you?”

“To like… you know- fool around…” said Sebastian, averting his gaze to the floor, that adorable pink flush returning.

You smiled at him, finding his clumsiness adorable.

“Sure.”

Tentatively, as if afraid of scaring away a small creature, you reach your hand over to Sebastian, placing your palm over his and guiding his hand to your waist.

“Like this okay?” You hum, looking up at Sebastian who swallowed heavily and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna- lean down here…” you explain with a grunt, shifting yourself backwards so that you were almost laying on the ground with your elbow propped up to support your weight, Sebastian’s hand still on your waist.

“Now I want you to put one leg over me… kinda like a broom.” You explained, watching with a smile as Sebastian clumsily followed your orders, straddling your legs.

“Good.” You praised, moving Sebastian’s other hand to cage in your body against the floor, your own tangling itself into his hair.

Sebastian’s mouth was slightly agape, his pupils blown wide and his eyes alight with excitement.

“This alright?” You asked, looking up at him to make sure he was still doing good.

“Very.” He breathed. “Could we uh…” he trailed off.

“Get to the kissing part?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” Said Sebastian. “That… Please.”

Using your hand buried in his hair you guided Sebastian towards you, his head dipping to meet your lips in an inexperienced kiss.

It was clumsy and awkward, a mess of teeth clashing against each other and rushed apologies from Sebastian’s mouth.

Your chest was alight and if you hadn’t known any better you’d expected fire works to burst straight from your torso like one of Garreth’s wild potions.

“(y/n)…” breathed Sebastian into the kiss, his hand digging into the fabric on your waist. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss as you opened your mouth.

Pulling away from the embrace you look up breathlessly at Sebastian, his lips plump and swollen from all the kissing.

“Can I take your cloak off?” You ask quietly, your voice echoing in the undercroft. “It’d make this whole thing a lot easier.” And before you could even reach a hand up to unbuckle the clasp of Sebastian’s cloak he’d beaten you to the chase, practically ripping the fabric off his shoulders as he tossed it behind the two of you.

You looked at him in shocked silence, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Eager are we?” You asked.

“Hush.” Said Sebastian, taking the lead as he bent down, his free hand not on your waist going to your chest, wrapping around your torso and pulling you in closer still.

Sebastian enveloped you in a kiss once more. Your mouth opened into his, turning messy as you searched for Sebastian’s tongue, the undercroft filling with the noises of breathless moans.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you from the moment, Sebastian’s head whipping around to meet the intruders.

“Ominis!” He smiled forcefully, dropping his hands causing you to fall and smack your head against the old tiled floor with a ‘thump!’.

You groaned in pain, Sebastian reaching out his hands to help you before stopping himself, looking back at Ominis.

“Sebastian.” Ominis growled. “Are you seriously snogging a girl in the undercroft? I thought this was our place!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean-“ floundered Sebastian, helping you sit up from the floor and whispering apologies into your ear.

“I just… I really like this guy Ominis.” Sebastian mumbled, looking at the floor embarrassedly, not realizing his words till they’d already slipped out.

“Guy?” Asked Ominis, his voice suddenly soft.

“(y/n). I’m with (y/n).” Admitted Sebastian, his face that adoring shade of pink once more.

Ominis was silent for a long moment processing this new information.

“Okay… it’s- it’s okay Sebastian just… just go make out somewhere else yeah?” Ominis said, his voice suddenly soft and as soon as the tender moment happened it disappeared, the blonde boys voice snarky once more. “And if I ever catch you snogging in here again I’ll have your head, got it?”

“Very.” Said Sebastian with a small smirk, relieved at his friends response. He wrapped his hand around yours, hastily grabbing his discarded cloak and standing up. “Now I’m gonna…”

“Please do get your sorry excuse out of here.” Scoffed Ominis. “I’ll have to disinfect everything, who knows what you two’ve been getting up to.”

Jojo try not to rush another fics ending challenge (impossible)

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megantrancyfanfics · 1 year

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Hold you close | Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader fluff

Oh how this boy hates to see you cry💔

Warnings: mentions rengoku’s death

Credit to the person who drew this it’s cute 💜

Also, gender of the reader is not mentioned.

Enjoy 💜

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The day was cold, the sky wept with everyone as the news that the flame hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku had passed. The sound of the rain bouncing off the butterfly estate, and the sobs of mitsuri filled the area. A few sniffles were able to be heard, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

The first hashira you met after becoming Mitsuri’s tsugoku, your best friend, gone..just like that?

Your mind started to flip like a book, each page flipping to show snippets of your favorite memories with the 3 of you hanging out. His pretty smile, and laugh that could brighten up a whole room, you could hear it vividly as if he was right beside you.

You felt a warm hand land on your shoulder, snapping you out of your dazed expression.

“Shinazugawa..” you mumbled.

The man didn’t say a word, his usual grumpy face just slightly softer than normal. A quick head tilt was his way of telling you to follow him.

Before you could process what exactly you were doing, you were at his place.

“If you stood in that rain any longer you would have caught a cold.” He said sitting down, his eyes focused on the floor for a second before meeting your expressionless face. “How are you doing?”

Your eyes widened before meeting his. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worried about you.

“Huh? Oh I’m fine. I didn’t know him that much anyway..” you said faking a soft smile.

“L/n.”

“I feel bad for mitsuri though, she’s taking the news horribly”

“L/n.”

“If this is how badly she’s taking the news she’s gonna be a wreck for the fu-”

“L/n!” Sanemi said getting off the couch, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make you stop rambling.

“You’re not fooling me. I know you’re hurt to. You spent a lot of time with him.”

Your eyes started to fill with tears, as your chin started to quiver. You bit your lip and adverted your gaze, begging to whoever is above to not let you cry in front of the wind hashira.

“…I know I yell at you about being strong all the time..but you don’t have to be strong in this situation. You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate everything. You need to grieve and not shove this inside.”

“Im fine..plus the crow is just old and dumb rengoku is fine, in a few days he’ll be walking back he’ll tell mitsuri and I all about his mission. Even when he’s all bruised up and exhausted he always bounces back. He always does.”

“Not this time l/n. He’s gone.”

..Finally, everything hit you. The numbness subsided, and all of your pain, and frustration hit you. The tears came rolling down your cheeks. You sobbed.

Your face became red as you apologized profusely for being week in front of Sanemi.

And that broke his heart. Seeing the way you’re crying over your friend, yet still worrying about being strong made him feel so small and weak, he hated it. He adverted his eyes, and simply placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his chest.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about me seeing you being weak.” He mumbled, lightly tracing your back with his fingers as a calming technique.

“I..happen to not be finding you weak right now..just so you know.”

“You dont..?” You sniffled out, turning your head to the side, the sound of his heartbeat thumped in your left ear.

“Nah. In fact I think right now you’re being really strong, Stronger than me honestly. But don’t let that get to your head this is a one time thing no one is stronger than I!” He said lightly hitting the spot on your head his hand had been resting on.

“Ow..that’s mean.”

“Yeah whatever. But you being able to show emotion during this fucked up time makes you really strong. But you still need help in the muscle department.”

You giggled as you sniffled again, trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that consumed you.

A silence consumed the room, sanemi was starting to fear that it was awkward for you.

“Hey..”

“Hm..?” You asked looking up at him.

Sanemi took his thumb and wiped your tears. ‘Better’ he though.

“So umm…do you want some Ohagi?”

“Yeah.. *sniffle* I would like that a lot.”

For the first time in a while, sanemi smiled. This fiery white haired man’s heart fluttered. He hated that right now you were hurting, but this man loved that he was getting able to be so close to you.

He hopes to be the only one to hold you close to him, and be the only one to wipe your tears.

#oneshot #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer #kny hashira #x reader oneshot #sanemi drabble #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi fluff #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #kny fluff #kny fandom #sanemi x you #gender neutral y/n #fluff #fluff oneshot

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abandonambition · 4 months

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Who drew these Capricorns? It's me! I did it. S...Sorry.

HI TUMBLAR. I'm Dana. I draw animals and mythical creatures (mostly capricorns and dragons). I like to reflect on lesser-known or dark aspects of nature, feelings of distress and despair, or creating designs that just look cool for the sake of looking cool. I have a sort of positive nihilist outlook on life, in that I'm rather upset with the general state of things but I still feel compelled to find or create beauty and interest anyway, even if my darker feelings sometimes come out through my work.

"Abandon Ambition" is both grimly serious and darkly humorous. I was raised in both a household and country that emphasized setting lofty goals of acquiring high earnings and impressive assets, but the timing of my pursuit of these things has laughably aligned with global financial crises, global pandemics and lockdowns, and now global heatwaves and global conflicts. Abandon ambition, and instead embrace what you want to say and do and create and build now; Tomorrow is not yours, and your goals may not be waiting for you there.

Be responsible, and be kind. But hope and wait for nothing.

So uh, yeah, I draw a lot of stuff and explore a lot of things that I think I've been holding back on for years for one reason or another. I want to draw dark goats, glowing bats, tempest capricorns, skinny dragons, snarling wolves. So here they are.

Check out what I made!

A lot of my designs find themselves on fun and/or practical merch! I like to create things that are high quality and have a long shelf life: I don't want to make something thinking it'll go in a landfill in a year, I want you wearing and enjoying my work for a very long time.

Here's a hat that glows in the dark!

Wow! Here's another hat that doesn't glow in the dark, but still looks really nice.

Pretty! If keeping your skull cozy isn't your thing, I've printed my art on fabric, too. I like this idea because if you move house a lot and/or can't afford custom frames, art printed on fabric can be displayed anywhere, and folds up nicely when packing up for your next move, without any breaking glass or anything.

A big part of my thinking when I'm designing products is also what do I myself use in my day-to-day life, and lately I've been desperately trying to cut my phone addiction by going back to pen-and-paper planners and books and things instead of using screens. And to keep track of where I am in my planners and books, I've made bookmarks!

I had so much fun designing these. You have something enjoyable to look at on both sides of the page it's clipped on. How fun is that?

Okay lastly, I make a TON of stickers. A lot of my designs translate really well into small, self-contained things like stickers, and I only ever print vinyl stickers, so they live a long time on your laptop or phone case or wherever you wanna put them.

So that's a small collection of the things I've done and made. Do you like them? I hope you like them. I liked designing them.

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If you'd like one o' these things for yourself, you're in luck!

You, lucky Tumblar user, can visit my shop and take 20% off with code TUMBLR20. This coupon expires 1st April 2024 (or does it...? That's April Fools' Day after all... Okay yeah it does actually expire then. Sorry).

Oh, commissions?

Hey! Sometimes people like my art style and want a custom commission. That's great, and I'm so glad you're interested!

If you'd like a custom ink mailed to you on a postcard that also features my art on the back (so it's like... you get two pieces of art on one postcard), these are exclusive to my Patreon right here. I have limited slots per every month, so check back often in case I'm sold out.

I also offer what I call "instant order" commissions via my Ko-Fi. You pick out one of the offerings I have, send me your ref sheet, pay, and I just...get it done. It's as close to instant as commissions can get.

Besides those, I also do more bespoke work, so you can send me a message to discuss your idea and we'll work something out. :corporatethumbsupemoji:

Honestly? Thanks!

The internet has become a pretty weird and honestly rather hostile place. I'm a solo act that's as indie as they get. So, it really does mean a lot to me when your eyeballs land on my stuff and you click that little heart or reblog icon, or even better when you add it to your cart and click check out. Your eyeballs land on thousands of stuff every day, so the fact that my stuff brought you joy or interest or something deep that you resonated with means a lot to me. I think in a sense it makes me feel like my brush strokes are going somewhere far beyond whatever canvas I've otherwise confined them to.

This is a pinned post to share who I am and help me get some coins to fund my life and art projects, but yeah you can reblog it and share it around planet earth, I don't mind. It's nice.

So yeah, that's me! Feel free to comment if you have questions or want to know whatever else, I'll uh... reply and like answer them and stuff.

#artist alley #tumblr artist alley #art #drawing #animal #animals #artwork #creature #creatures #artist #goat #occult #baphomet #bat #cat #biquette

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captaincryolicious · 1 year

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tattoo artist scaramouche

scaramouche/wanderer x gn!reader

summary ; you decide to finally get a tattoo, and it turns out that your tattoo artist is super pretty. though he is a little mean at first, you soon get to see through the cracks of his outer shell.

format ; oneshot, 2,6k

cw ; scara being a bit mean, kinda ooc scara, modern au, tattoo artist au, use of scara's real name (kunikuzushi)

zep's note ; i'm not entirely satisfied with this but yeah it's whatever i guess haha

content under the cut | masterlist

Your body was rigid with stress when you stepped inside, the soft jingle above the door making your arrival known – it was impossible to back out now without looking like an absolute fool in front of the artists employed by the tattoo shop you just walked into. Your tense fist clutched the strap of your bag tightly, your knuckles pale under the pressure. Up until a few minutes ago, you genuinely thought it was a good idea to get a tattoo. You had been confident, but it all diminished rapidly as soon as you had placed your hand on the door handle. Now you were hesitating, many doubts pestering your mind.

Would it hurt?

Would you regret it, once it was done?

Would it be awkward to have a stranger – albeit a tattoo artist – so close to you?

You fought to put those thoughts aside. They weren’t welcome in your consciousness right now. It was too late. anyway. You were inside, and the guy behind the counter just laid his eyes upon you. If you were to turn around and dash out of the shop, he would judge you so hard. No, you had to preserve your dignity. Besides, you really wanted that tattoo, regardless of what your doubts tried to tell you. You gathered all the smidges of bravery you could find and took somewhat confident strides until you stood in front of the counter.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” the blond guy asked. He offered you a friendly smile, which was a stark contrast with the harsh interior of the small shop.

It was dark in the front of the shop, the only illumination coming from a few industrial light bulbs that gave off a warm yellow-ish hue. Only in the back burned a sharp, bright light that reflected on the red-and-black tiled floor. It was the part of the shop where several tattoo chairs stood lined up. You quickly averted your gaze, not quite ready to look at that area yet. Like a magnet, your eyes were pulled towards the walls. They were completely covered in countless drawings and designs, some simple and bold and others very intricate. Obviously, they were done by very skilled artists, and you looked at them in awe. The neatly folded piece of paper suddenly seemed to burn in your pocket; it was a small tattoo you drew by yourself. You were satisfied with the outcome, but now you couldn’t help but compare it to the pieces on the walls. You shook off the feeling, turning to face the guy behind the counter.

“Hello, I have a tattoo appointment scheduled at three,” you told him, mustering a smile in return.

He checked something on the laptop that stood in front of him, his eyes reading over something on the screen before he hummed in affirmation.

“Alright, Kunizukushi is waiting for you,” he said, getting up from the tall stool and opening a small gate in the counter that would allow you to enter the back of the shop, where the tattoo chairs and equipment stood lined up.

Some of the chairs were occupied, and most of the customers were talking nonchalantly with the artist who leaned over a part of their body with utter concentration. Only one of them, a young female, had her lips tightly pressed together in what seemed like pain, and you felt an even stronger pull of fear in your stomach. Still, you persevered, following the blonde guy as he guided you to a chair in the far back of the shop. There stood an empty chair waiting for you, and a guy – you assumed he would be the one tattooing you – sat with his back towards you as he prepared his gear. You only saw his deep purple hair, swaying softly with every movement he made on his stool. So that was the guy you had to trust, the guy you would allow to mark you with permanent ink. The blonde male wished you good luck and headed back to the counter, and you stood there awkwardly.

“Sit down,” the purple-haired artist commanded without turning around.

You obliged, taking a seat in the large leather tattoo chair. Your body was rigid with stress, and you didn’t lay down. You weren’t ready for that yet. If any, you would procrastinate that very moment for as long as you could. Lying down meant that you were about to get inked and you had yet to wrap your mind around that. It was getting awfully real now but you didn’t quite realize the depth of the situation yet. You knew it – you were about to ink something into your skin permanently, which was quite a big deal – but it didn’t dawn upon yet. Blame it on the nerves, you thought.

“So, did you get tattooed before or is it a first for you?” the male inquired, taking the tattoo machine and finally whirling around on his spinning stool. His violet eyes found you, and the intensity of his gaze had you sucking in a breath.

God, couldn’t they have given you a nicer-looking artist? He was undeniably pretty, with his sharp and fine features, but the scowl on his face made it look like he personally despised you. It made you shift awkwardly as you replied.

“It’s my first,” you admitted.

“Alright, then let me get you through the basics,” he said, sounding bored already. He started talking, not taking his eyes off you as he explained to you everything that you needed to know before getting your first tattoo. His words made your head spin in fear and confusion, especially when he spoke about matters such as needles, permanent ink, and the most feared but also most inevitable one; ‘it’ll hurt’. What had you gotten yourself into? Was it too late to back out?

“Do you have a design in mind?” the artist asked. Yep, it was too late.

Nodding, you took the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket. It used to be folded neatly, but not much was left from the clean and sharp lines across the drawing. Instead, the paper was laced with tiny wrinkles. A little ashamed, you handed it to the artist, hoping that the messy folds wouldn’t ruin the design you worked so hard on.

“Hm,” he hummed, taking the piece of paper from your hand. “Decent. Who drew this?”

“I did,” you replied.

As expected, he didn’t reply to that. He kept himself busy with preparing his tools, and you tried your best not to be too intimidated by the ink gun in his gloved hands. That proved itself to be quite a challenge, though, for everything inside this tattoo shop managed to intimidate you – maybe most of all the artist who was about to mark you with permanent ink. There was something about him that reminded you of a thunderstorm; beautiful but terrifying. It was a little scary that you had to put your faith in him.

“Where do you want your tattoo?” he questioned.

“Here,” you replied, pointing at an exposed part of your skin.

“Right,” the artist muttered. “Let me prepare the stencil.”

He sat hunched over a small desk next to the leather chair, and you heard the sound of a pen scraping over paper. It was only a small tattoo that you wanted, so he didn’t take too long and you waited patiently in your seat. Way sooner than you expected him to, he turned around to face you again and showed you the stencil that contained your tattoo design. You had to blink a couple of times as you looked at it, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping. It was a little different from what you originally drew; you could see he added his personal touch to it and it looked amazing. Right, it was time to take back your earlier thoughts. Suddenly, you were glad this guy was tattooing you, since he turned your already pretty design into something gorgeous.

“That’s… beautiful,” you said in awe. “I love it.”

“Good,” came the curt reply. “Lay down so I can begin.” His eyes rested solely on you, and you stiffly followed his request. You felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable as you lay in the leather chair, especially when the artist – Kunikuzushi was his name, right? – hovered over you. “Ready?”

“Y-Yes,” you brought out, while in fact, the answer was no.

“You’re cowering,” the male pointed out, not a trace of sympathy. “Quit shaking or it’ll ruin your tattoo.”

Two things could happen; his snarky comment could either send you right into a fit of nerves and make you chicken out or it could spur you on to toughen up and get yourself the tattoo you’ve wanted for so long. The former would’ve happened, if it wasn’t for Kunikuzushi’s hand landing on your arm and giving a gentle squeeze. Was it meant as a way of comforting you? You slightly tilted your head to look him in his eyes, but his violet gaze gave away absolutely nothing. He was still wearing his perpetual frown, but you were one hundred percent sure that he just attempted to help you relax a little. It sparked some newfound courage within you, and you shifted a little in the leather chair.

“Okay, bring it on,” you said, feeling a little more confident.

“That’s more like it,” the artist uttered, and a satisfied smile ghosted over his lips before it vanished again.

And then he got to work. First, he rubbed some jelly on your skin where you wanted your tattoo, before he placed the stencil over it.

“Are you sure this is where you want your tattoo?” he asked. “Last chance to change it.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you finalized.

With a single flick of his finger, the tattoo gun in his hand came to life. You sucked in a deep breath in a last attempt to calm yourself before he placed the needle against your skin and began working on your tattoo. You squirmed upon the alien sensation on your skin, the unpleasant sting of the ink needle quite painful. With a slight push against your shoulder, Kunikuzushi got you to lay still again. For a few minutes, you focused on your breathing and the monotone buzz of the ink gun, allowing yourself some time to get used to the feeling.

“Relax,” the artist muttered, lightly touching your arm. “No one has ever died in my chair and you won’t be the first one.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to take one deep breath and let go of the tension you held in your body. You couldn’t get yourself to look at the needle working its way into your skin over and over again, and your gaze landed on Kunikuzushi instead. His violet eyes were narrowed with utter concentration, and his face was no longer contorted into a scowl. You could tell he probably really liked his job as a tattoo artist, despite seeming so moody earlier. As pretty as he was, even with that permanent scowl pretty, you were delighted to see him with a more relaxed expression. Honestly, his features were a work of art just as much as the tattoos he so skillfully created.

It actually went pretty well; you were enduring it better than you thought you would, and Kunikuzushi could proceed swiftly without having to remind you to lay still ever again. The sensation of pain subdued to a point where it was bearable and fairly easy to ignore, and you found yourself staring at the ceiling without being bothered too much by the entire process. From TV, you knew that tattoo artists often engaged in light-hearted conversations with their customers, but the violet-haired male kept quiet the entire time. You guessed he just preferred to work in silence, and you found yourself not minding all that much.

“You’re actually doing well,” Kunikuzushi remarked, mockingly surprised as he patted your shoulder. “I’m almost finished.”

Staying true to his word, he worked on the finishing touches of your tattoo sooner rather than later, and then he leaned back and turned off the tattoo gun. It was eerily silent without the constant buzz resonating through the air, and it felt a little awkward as no one spoke up for a good minute or so. Then, finally, Kunikuzushi reached out for a small mirror behind him and held it up in front of you.

“It’s done,” he said, stating the obvious. “What do you think?”

You stared at his creation in awe, watching how it blossomed on your skin. It was beautiful, even exceeding the sketch he made beforehand. Intricate black lines curled over your skin, adorned with the faintest traces of subtle coloring. It was a work of art he had created on your being, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that crossed your features.

“It’s absolutely stunning,” you gushed, looking at the artist excitedly. “You’re amazing!”

It was supposed to be merely a thought, but you accidentally spoke those words aloud. Your eyes widened as soon as you realized your small error, but it was already too late. You saw the corners of Kunikuzushi’s lips curl up in a smug grin that was only barely there. But you saw it so clearly, before he turned away to hide it from your view. When he faced you again, the smile was gone.

“Stay still as I disinfect the place. It might sting,” he warned, dabbing at the tattoo using a sterile gauze soaked in disinfectant. It did sting a little, but it was nothing compared to the needle that had penetrated your skin a few thousand times a moment earlier. You could handle it.

When he was done cleaning the tattoo, he covered it up neatly using even more sterile gauzes and bandages. Then he finally gestured for you to get up, and you were relieved to do so. It wasn’t that the leather chair was uncomfortable in the slightest, but staying still for too long wasn’t exactly your forte and you were happy to get up. You swung your legs over the side of the chair and rose to your feet.

“The guy behind the counter will handle the paperwork and payment, and he will explain to you how to take care of your new tattoo,” Kunikuzushi stated, his face back to his usual grimace. But his eyes softened a little as he added, “I’d like to see you again in a week, if that’s okay with you. I want to check up on your tattoo personally.”

“That’s fine by me,” you reacted, wondering what he meant by putting emphasis on personally. Did he usually not do that with his customers? What did that even mean? You let your thoughts run over the matter for a moment, but couldn’t come up with anything that made sense to you. You’d just meet him in a week and see what happened.

What an interesting guy Kunikuzushi was. A little mean on his outer shell, but sometimes glimpses of something nicer would filter through. You weren’t too sure about having him as your tattoo artist at first, but by now you were happy that it had been him. He was pretty, he was talented, and he intrigued you to no end.

Who knew? Maybe you’d get another tattoo soon…

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche imagine #genshin impact scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer imagine #wanderer imagines #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader

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miss0atae · 17 days

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Random thoughts about We Are episode 2:

Let's go back to Uni to follow the story of multiple characters and couples.

Pheem has agreed to be the "slave" of Phum until he can draw again his painting. So far, Phum has not been so bad to him. He made him carry his shopping bags and buy him drinks and food. I've seen worst. Sometimes, I feel like Phum either knew about Pheem before and found a convenient way to have the painter around him or he felt in love a la "Domyouji" when Pheem kicked him. I don't know, he seems really happy to hang around Pheem so that's why I drew this conclusion. The flowers and the smile are easy to fool me. They may not be my favorite couple in the series, but they are interesting.

Tan got his "date" with Phum's brother, Fang. It was a bit cringe. I felt bad for him during the whole date. I mean, it's obvious, he is interested in Fang and I don't think he missed it too, but he is so bad at flirting with him. Can someone help him, please?! I believe Fang knows about Tan's crush. Maybe, he feels like it's going to pass and indulge him because he knows Tan is his younger brother's friend and nothing more (yet) for him. If he doesn't know, he needs to check his eyesight because Tan is literally devouring him with his eyes.

So, we got the confirmation about Toey joining the Art field because of Q. So it was kinda love at first sight, I guess. Toey is cute. I want him to be able to end up with his mentor because he seems to try his best to impress him. Q is also a softie when it comes to Toey. He is not in love with him but maybe he will notice it. I just hope Toey is better at flirting than Tan. I found their scene quite sweet when Q was taking care of a drunk Toey who was resting on Q's knees while waiting for a cab to go home. When he was fanning him with his hands, I found that it was really kind.

Unfortunately, we got nothing from the couple I'm the most excited about "Mom friend falls for disaster gay" aka Chain and Pun (I'm using the perfect description from heretherebedork). I can just say that I love Pun with all my heart. He is hilarious and I just want the best for him. Stay true to yourself, Pun!

Isn't he cute?!

He may not be the best cook, but he is passionate about cooking!

Apart from the romance, I found the small scene with the teacher to be really interesting. It tackles the idea of art and what we perceives to be a "good" art. I was really touched by what the teacher said to Pheem when he was doubting about the quality of his painting.

Anyway, I found this episode interesting and I wonder what the next one will bring.

#my thoughts #random thoughts #we are the series #we are #gmmtv series #thai bl #thai series #bl series #bl drama #Yes my favorite character is Pun #episode 2

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muddshadow · 1 year

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🌙 nanowrimo 2022 — day 25 update 🌙

word count ; 20,028 / 25,000

progress ; i seem to have more fun creating backstories and writing future scenes than anything chronological... but words are words! and in writing angsty conversations i accidentally wisely discovered the final arc for the story O_O anyway, here’s an excerpt introducing another character! Adelade agreed to escort Pebble to her orchard, and they arrive to find the trees burned. It appears to have happened a long time ago, but they also discover a mysterious camp nearby. In her grief, Pebble charges in...

the butcher’s lament 🌙 chapter 3 glimpse —

“Wait, Pebble—” And there she went, again, hiking down into the grove with the confidence of a fool.

Adelade considered waiting among the trees, witnessing the next few moments, gathering a better understanding of the small campsite’s residents—but then she imagined Pebble’s little body full of arrows or sliced in two, and the waiting became less comforting.

Just as Adelade began to stand, someone ducked out from under the main tent’s canopy.

Tall, silver-haired, dressed entirely in black. Holding a longsword casually, in a single hand. Adelade sought instantly after Pebble.

“Hello down there!”

Adelade sought quicker. The hill was steep, wrought with bramble, each step crumpling underfoot. Another shadow emerged from the canopy, but adrenaline narrowed her vision to the black-shrouded figure now advancing up the hill. Pebble showed no signs of stopping, that lunatic—

“We saw your campfire! I will have words with your leader!” Pebble mustered quite the bellow, but her voice quaked as she shuffled down the slope. “You, yes you! Did you do it? Did you burn my orchard?”

They moved like a wind breath. Adelade glanced them over amid scrambled steps; padded in charcoal leather, lower face concealed in a scarf, hair a feathered mist and clinging to their neck. They seemed taller every moment. Their broad shoulders shifted, arms gliding like a dancer, raising their longsword out in anticipation. That monstrous, white-steel longsword.

They were Championed. There was no doubt. Adelade drew her daggers halfway.

Pebble faltered, just barely. She recovered with a mightily spoken, “I demand you take me to…”

The champion climbed past her without a word.

Adelade faltered too, just barely, blistering with the belated realization, they’re going to kill you— Fire filled her thoughts and chest, and she unsheathed her daggers in a sparking blur.

And still too late. The sword swooped up under her chin, and Adelade fizzled to a stop.

They stared at each other.

The champion’s skin was sallow marble and their eyes warm ash. Something weighed heavy in their hooded gaze, something apathetic and calm and very nearly arrogant. Brow arched high and unconcerned, they pressed their sword a half-inch forward and nicked the skin of her throat.

Adelade didn’t remove her stare, and she didn’t drop her weapons. “Take your one chance then.”

Beneath the soft, skin-tight mask, their lips twitched. Perhaps in a smile, more likely a sneer.

“Hey, I spoke with you first, and we’re not attacking just talking, so you stop that right now—”

As Pebble brazenly reached to tug their tunic, the champion turned and shoved her shoulder back. Pebble staggered with an oof – and for once provided a useful opportunity.

Adelade charged into the champion’s side with the full burning immensity of her frustration. Despite their towering height and steady footwork, they did not expect this. And the hill was quite steep.

A sheer moment before Adelade violently tumbled head-over-heels down the slope of the hill and into the grove below, she heard someone else yell. Something like a warning, almost a friendly greeting, nearly a plea not to fight. But it didn’t really matter halfway. Leather grunted, blades vanished, earth and bramble tore across her cheeks and ignited a savage pain in her wounded side. Adelade lost her bearings and a bit of consciousness for several bleary, earth-churning moments. Then she came to an awful, shuddering stop.

#mud writes #nano2022 #writeblr community #wip. the butcher #oc. adelade #oc. pebble #oc. banshee #two more major characters yet to be introduced! almost there almost there #also banshee is their title not her name. that will be revealed in time hehe. pronouns are they/she #this excerpt a smidge longer than normal but i really liked how it turned out!! i would love to hear what you think! :v #thanks for reading <3 #muddshadow

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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@theundertakeriscoming I'm that sleep deprived I've had to Google what a biography is. If this is wrong I apologise, my brain stopped working the moment I started crying over rey mysterio, Stacy and then Cody with his little girl.

The Family of Destruction- Tell us!

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"How'd you two even meet? Like obviously because of the wwe but How'd you even get together?" Cassie asks as the fighting over monopoly calms down. "I don't want to know" Leon mutters leaning against drew. "Why not? I do" drew admits. "Because they were probably fucking in supply closets until Kevin or goldust bashed their heads together" Leon scoffs. "Thats how I remembered it" Kevin shrugs handing hunter a water. "I don't even want to know" hunter agrees with Leon. Stephanie rolls her eyes. "I do. I mean, you had to have a moment were you looked at each other and thought, I love him. I want to be with him for the rest of my life" Stephanie states. "Yeah, tell us about that stuff." Rhea nods. Taker looks at shawn.

Shawn is just smiling as he stares into the fire. "You wanna play storyteller?" Taker asks, resting his hand on shawns lower back. Shawn leans back into it. "Sure." Shawn nods. Leon, despite saying he wasn't interested, adjusts to get comfortable. Which drew recognises straight away.

---Story---

"You should try making some friends." Vince tells Shawn. Shawn just pouts and leans back in his chair. "Why would I need friends? I'm here to perform, as long as I can do that I'll be fine" Shawn states. Vince just chuckles and shakes his head. "That view will change one day michaels, you'll realise you need people, now get going" vince tells him. Shawn sighs and stands up. "As if." Shawn states. "Youll fall in love one day Shawn. For real that time aswell." Vince states. Shawn looks at the older man. "Im the heartbreak kid! Love is a fools game" Shawn smirks before walking out. "Sure it is" vince hums with a knowing look on his face as shawn pauses in the doorway.

Shawns eyes widen as a tall man with red hair walks down the hall. He stops infront of Shawn and looks down at him. "Uh um hi, I...I'm shawn" Shawn states. Undertaker examines him and tilts his head. Shawns eyes widen as his heart races. "Cmon taker boy what's the wait!" A high voice shrills. Shawn looks as the short fat man appears. "Oh. Michaels.." he chuckles, shawn didnt know who this man was. He saw the taller mans debue and this wasn't his handler. At least not out there. "You gonna let my next meeting in Shawn?" Vince asks from behind him. Shawns cheeks heat up. "Oh! Yes um sorry" Shawn chokes stepping to the side. The fatter man walks in after vince smirks at shawn and goes back in. Taker stops next to shawn and looks back at him. He sends him a small smile and shawn gasps quietly as the man walks into the office and the door shuts. Shawn can't help the blush and small smile as he skips off down the halls.

--Present--

"I was not blushing!" Shawn protests. "You were too. I wouldn't forget that. I remember everything from the colour of your earing that's day" Taker states. Leon rolls his eyes. "What colour then?" Goldust asks. "The studs were reddish. I remembered they brought your baby blues out. The strands were gold. Which also made your eyes pop" Taker states. Shawns cheeks flush. Cassie and Leon share a disgusted look.

--Story--

Shawn couldn't stop thinking about the deadman. And that would be a pattern to follow them throughout the years. Shawn recounts the whole game between them really starting the moment taker comes to his rescue, a lot.

--present--

"It wasn't a lot" Taker huffs. "It damn was" Kevin scoffs. Taker looks at kevin. "Oh sweetie, it was, I was in the ring during some of them" goldust nods. "Thank you, anyways-"

--Story--

But for shawn, it wasn't that. It was what he did off camera. It was the way he treated Shawn. Everyone else saw Shawn as a brat or a piece of candy. Taker? He saw Shawn. He could see the real him. It was the way taker would make subtle comments in shawns defence. How he'd gladly tell the harts to shut up.-

--present--

"So you loved him because he was a bodyguard? Might aswell of married Kevin then" Leon scoffs. Kevin raises an eyebrow. "Then we wouldn't have your beautiful face and personality" hunter huffs. "Exactly." Leon comments. "What do you see in him?" Goldust asks drew. Drew looks at shawn and taker and smiles. "The samething Shawn sees." Drew comments. Shawn looks at him and smiles.

--Story--

It wasn't just how he stood up for shawn. It was how taker, and shawn knew it, could see all shawns demons, all his flaws, and he still chose to treat him as a human. Shawn also appreciated the way he saw into taker. He saw a human side in him. A side no one else seemed to see.

Shawn knew he should of been angry at the casket match. At the things ministry did..but shawn couldn't. He couldn't, not when he could still see the man he loved. The man who showed him kindness even despite the fact shawn would yell and curse at him.

It's the fact every valentines, no matter what their relationship was, shawn would always find a black rose. No matter where he was. How far away he was. And shawn knew. No matter the fact he never told taker he knew.

If he had to chose a moment that he knew he was in love with taker, it had to be the day he received the first rose. It was his lowest day. He had the harts hounding him. Vince yelling at him for slipping up. The tiniest timing issue in the ring and vince acted as if he threw the match.

Shawn was going to drown his sorrows in alcohol and drugs when he saw the rose. He saw the rose and decided to sleep it off instead.

--Present--

"I fuckin knew it" hunter whispers. "Sure you did" Kevin huffs. Leon pauses. He glances at drew. 'The samething Shawn sees....' Leon's eyes widen slightly. 'Human.'

--Story--

Taker couldn't put it simpler, he knew something was special about the blonde the moment he saw him outside vinces office. This heartbreaker who suffered more heartbreak then actually caused heartbreak. It conflicted taker. He..grew attached. He felt the need to protect the smaller.

He needed too.

The moment taker knew he was in love with shawn?

The moment Shawn looked at him, sat outside and told him, 'I see you'

It changed everything in takers head. It rocked his world. Someone saw him.

--Present--

"So, to clarify, you two were fucking the entire time though?" Goldust asks. "Yes and you know that" Taker sighs. Kane grunts. Leon stands and makes his way to the end of the garden. Shawn watches him. "So, let me get this right, you two decided you loved each other because you could see the true each other?" Cassie asks. "Yeah" Shawn nods. "Thats actually really sweet" Rhea admits holding cassies hand. "Yeah it is." Taker nods looking at drew. "Shall I let you?" Taker asks. Drew looks at taker. "Thank you" drew smiles before following Leon.

Taker and shawn share a glance. "Hes the one." Taker mutters. "Been telling you that since day one" Shawn smirks.

Leon keeps his eyes on the stars as drew stands next to him. "You know I've never seen you as a monster, right?" Drew asks. Leon lowers his head. "I know." Leon whispers. "I never will. Your human to me Leon. Even with the demon stuff. Your my Leon. My beautiful baby." Drew tells him. "You know, I realised I loved you the day you stood up to vince when he wanted me to do a promo with Paul. You refused to leave my side. You didn't see my fear as weakness. You took pride in me." Leon tells him. Drew smiles. "I knew I loved you the moment you stood up for others despite what they did to you. It shows your heart. How big and true it is. You stood up for sheamus because I cared for him. Despite saying you hated me." Drew smiles. "Yeah and now I'm stuck with the little shit. Stupidest thing I ever did" Leon huffs causing Drew to laugh. Leon smiles at the taller man.

"I knew I loved cassie the moment I saw her not only dump Austin but drop him on live TV and walk away like a boss" Rhea chuckles. Shawn smiles and nods. "I knew I loved you the moment you dropped character to help a panicking child." Cassie states. "Shows your true heart." Cassie states. "You mean the child she caused to panic" Leon hums as they walk over. "Always one who has to ruin it" cassie frowns.

"Eh, I love you all. Your all my stupid misfits. Even you hunter" Taker admits. They all smile. "Aw thanks taker" hunter smiles. "Ill never say it again so make the most of that" Taker huffs causing them all to laugh.

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I'm sorry this is bad but I'm tired and well wrestlmania is over so am I.

I'll do you hbtaker one about nxt tomorrow, I promise. (Or the day after)

It's probably incorrect but I've done technically 5 fics today in the span of 5 hours. So a win. Even if this last one is shit.

Atleast the hbtaker one will be better.

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ninjago-bingo · 2 years

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Final Recap!

Welcome, everyone, to the final recap of Ninbingo Round Two! It’s been awesome having you all this year, and I hope you’ve all had a good time :D

There may or may not be another ninbingo next year; I’m planning on maybe hosting a different event in the first half and so I might be event-ed out :D However, if you enjoyed (or not! all feedback is good feedback!) would you consider dropping your thoughts either in the askbox or this form? It would really be appreciated.

Our bingo achievers for this round were @21st-century-ninja @ace-of-spaces @emisnt2; you can view all their works (and everyone else’s) here! Super epic congrats to everyone, but them specifically for their dedication!

Lastly, if there’s any late straggler submissions over the weekend, then just tag me in them and I’ll update this post :D Thank you again, everybody, and have a great rest of the year!

Art (low res, click the link to go to the original post):

Change and fate by @sebilini

cw: blood

“DAD!”

Lloyd, the Green Ninja.

Lloyd, the one chosen by Fate.

Lloyd, the one who has to see his beloved father undergo a painful, tragic transformation.

His father is being possessed by the Overlord.

His father is in pain, in agony, he is screaming in anguish.

And Lloyd, the Green Ninja, is destined to defeat this father of his.

It hurts. His stomach feels sick, he wants to run to his dad and hug him, tell him it’s okay, that he’s there for him. But he can’t.

It’s Lloyd destiny to defeat his dad. Perhaps it means killing him.

Tears are streaming both of their faces.

Ghost and regret by @/sebilini

cw: death

In a dark cave Morro, the master of wind, has died. He looks down on his dead body and feels nauseating, burning, choking regret. He could have had family. He could have been loved. His regret turns into anger and hatred. He will have revenge on those who caused this.

Rough-housing by @kaiyc-arts

so basically Kai and Lloyd consistently fight over snickerdoodles (its a sibling thing)

Small and never by @ninjago4life

Fic:

_IN_A_O_ by @ninjago-happens-here. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: games

Ninjago Singapore

Awfully similar names, wouldn't you agree?

This is a slice of life fic set in a less American Ninjago, where walmarts and targets are instead fair price and cold storage.

"don't age just yet" "I'm not!" by @master-of-fluff. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: secret and smile

The ninja throw Lloyd a surprise birthday ft. Waffles, a scavenger hunt, and siblings being siblings

got a crown on my head by @21st-century-ninja. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: hugs

The ritual was to bring back the evil part of his father, the oni part, and so Harumi drew on the darkness that lay latent in his bloodline and dragged it into the open.

Lloyd grips the edge of the bathroom counter, trying to calm his heartbeat. The ritual is over. They stopped the ritual in time, and Harumi’s being carted off to prison, and the ritual is over so why haven’t the horns gone away?

or:

Lloyd looks like a monster. At one point, Cole did too.

Reference Letters by @/21st-century-ninja. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: reveal and confrontation

Kai thinks about what Lloyd said at the beginning of their conversation. How many people have pretended to be this kid’s friend, only to stab him in the back? He doesn’t have anyone.

And, well, Kai happens to have a friend group dedicated to hating Garmadon anyway, so there’s only one natural conclusion to be drawn here.

Lloyd needs to join the Secret Ninja team.

or:

tasked by Green to find new recruits for the team, Kai finds his eye drawn back over and over again to one particular person. Now if only Green would get over whatever issue he has with Lloyd Garmadon joining.

The Act of Giving by @unknownuncut. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: hugs

Jay really needs to think before he acts.

The Candlestick and the Electric Bat by @frozensoapbubble. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: laughter

Kai and Jay are fooling around with their newly discovered elemental powers: a pre-season 1 ficlet.

What It Means To Come Home by @/unknownuncut. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: bonds

Just like Alice, Zane falls down the rabbit hole.

@weekend-whip @k1ngtok1 @crappy-coffee @morro-owo @grollow @master-of-cosmos @the9thghost @roantheboat @art-i-sticks @viioletpixels @miserable-flamango @ninjas-that-go @the9thghost @thepenguisalive7 @marsipain @destinymanticor @redefine-your-identity @obsessedbee @legonerd @pangolinsandnewts17 @apprentice-s @vampireautism @the-inky-isles @highfiveu-withaknife @peachyninjago @applecranberryjuice @abunnsburrow @mitzle @ice-emperor-zane @strangermask @curious-corvius @kumamoo-hq @demigod-of-the-agni @kaiyc-arts @noisyrex

#ninbingo #ninjago #update #recap #ninbingo 22 #thank u all again!!

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chaosworthy · 1 year

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04.05.3233 Location ¦ Angel Island

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Despite his best efforts, apprehension had shot through the hero's body. He knew it had shown when, across from him, Chaos' gaze softened. It was hard to tell if the other was any more of a fan of this than the hero themselves but the hedgehog liked to think so. It made him feel a little better about what was about to happen. But it didn't change one, very real fact:

Sonic hated this.

Again, his feeling must have shown as he all but glared at the dark ball of energy in the demi-god's hand. It was small but still more than enough to be felt by the hero, to stand his fur on edge and have his body tense. It hadn't even touched him yet, and he could feel a swell of unease in his stomach. But he knew none of that would stop Chaos.

Yet, the demi-god did still lay a gentle hand on the hero’s tan shoulder in reassurance, as they always did. As usual, their voice was firm, but soft at the same time. Unyielding, but understanding. <<It is necessary. Without this you will only suffer more in dire circumstances.>>

The hedgehog wanted to protest, and even Chaos could see that, but they just drew a breath and sighed.

"I know…let's get this over with."

Chaos waited a moment before nodding. They had meant what they said; they did think this was for the best. The more the hero exposed himself to the energy the sooner they would learn to control it in a sense. To push it out instead of harboring it as they had a handful of times before. The hero couldn't purify it, this was true, but with enough willpower, they could conquer negative energy for a period. It wouldn't be easy, and would be painful, but it could be done.

Or so Chaos said anyway.

Sonic had his doubts but had never been able to properly explain why. It was why, once again, he was here. Hands extended as Chaos' own hovered over them, before pushing that sphere of ill energy into the hero in the most literal sense. The hero's body fought it naturally, but the demi-god persisted until every part had been taken in while carefully disregarding the pained expression on his student's face.

Everything about it felt wrong to Sonic. Like an invader set on tainting and clawing every part of him it could possibly touch. And this was just a small amount. It had been so much worse after his confrontation with The Four and Dark, but he still felt the same indecisiveness then as he did now. He didn't want to interact with it, didn't want to do what was being asked of him. And at the same time he wondered if it was really even possible.

Controlling any negative energy he came across, any that managed to bleed into him, seemed like a fool's errand.

The more he concentrated on it, the worse it was and the more pain he felt searing in his veins. It was only mildly helped by knowing the demi-god was there to help if anything went too wrong, but it was also obvious after just a few minutes that it wasn’t working. Try as he might, the hedgehog couldn’t bring himself to engage with the tainted energy, and it wasn’t due to the fear of pain; his heart simply wasn’t in it and it was clear that the rejection was taking a toll.

There was a reason after all that the hero refused to let his family accompany him to these training sessions.

He bore it for a few minutes more before the voice in the back of his head said it was enough. He was at his limit, and emerald hues quickly looked to Chaos. "Get..it…out."

To their credit, Chaos did exactly that. No questions, no pushing. Only the ease that the demi-god had when reaching out and handling the negative energy, almost enough to make the hero envious. Had he not already made up his mind about the situation. Unaware of the thought in the hedgehog’s head, Chaos waited for a moment before speaking.

<<Sonic…>>

"I…can't..."

The look Chaos gave him spoke volumes, not disappointed but perplexed and concerned. It had been years of this by now, and every time the hero reached that point it would only be met with a chuckle or soft reassurances that he would get it next time. Never denial. Never defeat. It was troubling, but the demi-god felt a mild relief when the hedgehog seemed to force some small smile.

"I won't…" He rephrased, and while he saw a protest forming in the water being’s jewel-colored eyes, the hedgehog had shaken his head before they could voice it. He was set on this. "I just…'s not right. I'm not like you, I don't like using it and we both know 's only going t’ cause more problems than solutions in the end..."

Chaos couldn’t argue that, and it was part of the reason why the hero had said it. When dealing with Chaos Energy, emotions were always a factor. One’s mind had to be in it just as much as their body, and in this case the hero was torn. He knew that it was supposed to be helpful, but he didn’t like it. Didn’t like the feeling, knowing what it could do and the association it had with certain people in his past. He refused to accept it in any way, and maybe that was just how things were supposed to be.

"Maybe I'm not meant for this. Maybe this time, I really am just a one-trick 'hog," he told Chaos and this, for some reason, made that smile of his a little brighter. "I know you were only trying t' help, but…I just won’t do it."

Seconds ticked by and there was no change on Chaos’ face. They were stoic, carefully level as they looked at the hero. Yet, just as the latter had expected, there was no argument after a minute had ticked by. Because Sonic was right. Pushing this, no matter how much Chaos was convinced it would benefit them in a sinister position, would only cause more problems. And he wasn’t here to hurt the hedgehog, only teach them.

It was like asking a poppy to grow full-blown thorns, or a waterfall to silence its roar. It wasn't in their nature, and trying to change them meant you would get something different as a result. You would lose what they truly were in their essence.

<<The Guardian was right…you are stubborn.>>

#give a little time to me | queue #everything has changed | updates #chaos | guest stars

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thiefoflight68 · 2 years

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Baku/Deku story. Reaching for Gold

How they met…. Probably one of my most favorite chapters written, really gritty. I write the sweet stuff to but this was a different twist.

AO3 @thiefoflight68 /FanFiction.Net/

Chapter 1 - Catching Air

Bakugou leaned back on the couch, everyone had cleared the room crowding into the small kitchen once the pony keg had been tapped. The music was turned up pounding through the room, he recognized the song God Save The Queen by Louis XIV.

“Here you go Kat, while it’s cold.” Yuga handed him a red cup filled with beer.

Bakugou glared at him.

“Fuck, sorry, Katsuki,” he rolled his eyes and thrust the beer cup out to him. “Your so fucking picky.” He flashed a big smile and sat next to him on the couch.

Watching him sit, Bakugou took a drink. “What do you want?”

“Just hanging out with you, I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“I’ve been training,” he recognized the playful gleam in his eyes. Fuck that, He didn’t have any condoms on him anyway. “I thought we decided to stop fucking around? You were dating some junior?”

“Hmmm, sort of but he’s not like you.”

Katsuki laughed, “usually that’s considered a good thing for most people.”

Yuga slipped his head under Katsuki's arm and leaned into his chest. “He wasn’t manly enough for me.” Red eyes flicked annoyingly at him, the muscled arm lifted. The blonde stood.

“I have an early run tomorrow, I’m outta here.” He set down the drink.

“Fuck Katsuki, I’m horny, at least fuck me in the bathroom real quick.”

Bakugou looked at the small blonde sitting on the couch, he had a lean, toned body and was a decent lay. They had fooled around a couple times last year but this one came with too many strings. “Where’s Tomura?”

Yuga tilted his head, “why, is he your new toy?”

“Shithead, he has my fucking car keys.”

“I saw him go upstairs with that junior kid.”

“Which one, the one you liked? What the fuck is he doing at our party? Fucking juniors shouldn’t be here.” Bakugou looked around, beer, pipes, vapes, this shit wasn’t for a kid.

Yuga laughed harshly, “you’re only fucking seventeen Kat… suki.” He quickly drew out his full name. “He got a special invite, his mouth is particularly talented.” the small blonde grinned as he stuck his finger in his mouth in the motion of a blowjob. “You should try it sometime, the only reason I tried dating him, but he’s a shitty top, wasn’t worth it in the end.” Yuga winked.

“Fuck, whatever, see you,” he shook his head trotting up the staircase. What the fuck were these guys thinking messing around with a kid, they were sick. He walked to the door leading to the idiot's bedroom. He knocked.

“Come in.”

He opened the door. Tomura was sitting on the bed, his hands on someone’s head who was giving him a blowjob.

“Fuck Tomura,” Bakugou spun around walking back out the door.

“Hold on, no big deal, what do you need?”

Bakugou could hear the slurping noises, Tomura was a fucking pervert. “You have my fucking car keys.”

“I do? Shit sorry, um, hey can you give me about five minutes?”

“Fuck you.” Bakugou slammed the door. What choice did he fucking have? It was freezing outside. He went back downstairs and stood by the front door away from the smoky haze of the party. He saw Sunshine spot him from across the room and make a beeline for him. Katsuki braced himself, was he pissed he didn’t make the team?

Mirio broke out in a wide grin. “Fuck man, I heard the news, that is so amazing. I’m jealous, but really proud.” He pounded Katsuki on the back.

“Thanks Sunshine.” Katsuki nodded, this was one of the few extras he respected.

“I’m gunning for you still though, we have a few more competitions before you head out to training camp. Fuck man, halfpipe in the fucking Olympics!” He grabbed the big blonde and hugged him. “You were always like my brother, I’ll miss you.”

Katsuki was used to his bear hugs but they were still suffocating, he pulled away. “You too Sunshine, you always pushed me. Hell you’re probably the reason I qualified.”

Mirio shrugged, “either way, you would have been there, you have power no one can match Bakugou, when you get big air, fuck, its like, have a beer he’s there for awhile.”

“Hey Katsuki.” Tomura bounded down the stairs holding out a set of car keys. The blonde swiped them out of his hand and turned to the front door. “Wait, fuck man, can you take the kid home?”

Red eyes sparked in anger glaring at Tomura, “He’s your fucking lay, you take him home.”

“No man, just the blow and that was it, swear. He’s a good kid. He lives in your direction and I have no fucking gas, please.”

Bakugou shook his head, “fine, where the fuck is he? I’m ready to go.”

“I’m right here.”

The kid stepped into the hall light. He was smaller than Bakugou had expected, or maybe it was the way he was standing, he seemed to hunch in on himself. He had round green eyes that were too big for his lean face. His hair was cropped short and gleamed a soft green in the light. His expression was pinched, he seemed unhappy.

“Let’s go.” Bakugou walked out the door, not looking to see if the kid was following him. He walked carefully, the recent warm spell during the day had been melting the snow and everything was icy at night. The crunching of boots behind him let him know the kid was there, then he heard the slip.

Izuku hit a patch of ice and his foot slipped, he tried to catch himself but he was already sliding off balance, he flipped on his back hitting the concrete, his breath knocked out of his body. His head smacked the hard ground, white lights flashed in his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

“Fuck, kid, are you okay?” Katsuki was over him, kneeling down, quickly checking his arms and legs. “Nothing broken, fuck I heard your head hit. “

Izuku tried to get up, but strong arms held him down. “Let me the fuck go,” he snarled.

Katsuki held the green haired kid down, “you could have a concussion, fucking hold still you idiot, fucking Deku.”

“Fuck you.” Izuku struggled but the blonde was much bigger and stronger, he held him with ease. Rage shot through him, fuck he had to get away, “I said let me go,” he swung at the blonde who backed up at the last minute, Midoriya’s fist swung through air.

Katsuki lifted his hands, “it’s your fucking head.” He stood up and watched the kid struggle on the ice, finally making it to all fours, he slowly got up, swaying unsteadily. Bakugou clicked his tongue, “fucking stubborn.” He kept walking but he slowed his pace listening to make sure the kid was following. Stopping at his truck, he unlocked the passenger door and waited. Under the street light he could see the kid’s face was too pale, his eyes dull. “Get in.” He pushed him into his lifted truck.

“Don’t touch me.” The door slammed on Izuku’s words. Pain throbbed like a jackhammer on the back of his skull. He leaned forward trying to breathe. The nausea hit hard, he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open just in time to puke on the street. Hot fluid shot out, stripping his throat raw. He gasped spitting the bile from his mouth. He puked again, his stomach clenching, then again, over and over so hard he lost his balance and started to slip out the door.

Bakugou had just climbed in when the kid threw the door open and started puking. He could see he was leaning out too far and grabbed his jacket as he started to topple out. “Fuck, I fucking told you, Deku.” He pulled himself over the center console and slid in under the kid balancing him on his thigh, grabbing him by the waist so he could lean out the truck door. He laid his hand on his back.

Izuku thought his guts were coming out, he puked so hard he could only gag. Tears slid down his cheeks, he started to sob, everything fucking hurt. A hand was on his back, rubbing lightly, he could feel the strong arm holding him. He wanted to fight, push away, but he couldn’t, he just gagged, gasping for breath and let the blonde hold him.

Katsuki waited, the gagging was slowing down, there was nothing left. He eyed the mess on the street and on the footbar of his truck, fucking Tomura semen probably in there. He almost gagged himself. Deku finally went quiet, heavy breathing and an occasional spit into the street. With his free hand Bakugou grabbed the towel he used to clean his board. He pulled it around to the kid’s face. “Here.”

Izuku grabbed the towel and wiped his mouth. He was able to breath now but the burning in his throat was unbearable. Fuck I just deep throated that prick and now this, “Do you have water?” He croaked.

“Yeah,” Bakugou fished around the back, his hand landing on his bottle. He popped open the top and handed it to him. The kid took a swig and spit, another and spit again. He wiped with the towel again.

“At least your not fucking stupid nerd.” Katsuki pulled him into the car and onto his lap, the air was bitter cold. He shut the door.

“What?”

“You didn’t try to drink the water.”

“That would be fucking stupid,” Izuku bit back sarcastically.

“You’re a prickly shit aren’t you.” Bakugou leaned forward grabbing the bar under the seat, he pushed it back as far as possible to give Deku some room. He leaned the seat back as well.

Izuku stared at the floor, his throat was on fire, his head was hammering and sitting on this asshole’s lap made him feel stupid. Tears were prickling his eyes, what a fucking crybaby, his uncle was right. “I’m fine now, you can let me go.” The blonde sat not moving. “Are you deaf?” Midoriya looked over his shoulder, the movement made him dizzy, he gagged.

“Deku shut the fuck up, lean back and don’t move. We’re stuck here until your head starts to feel better. I don’t like it either.” He could feel the nerd’s body trembling, his stomach muscles had to be hurting. He pulled on him. “Think of me as a big pillow, just lean back.” Slowly the kid leaned on him, body rigid. He clearly did not like to be touched, Katsuki put his hands behind his head and relaxed.

Izuku stiffened his body, watching the blonde, hands behind his head closing his eyes. Was he fucking falling asleep? His muscles were screaming, he had done two back to backs today and he was exhausted, finally he gave up and let himself lean against the blonde’s body. The warmth from his chest felt good, his head still pounded but the nausea was subsiding. He tried closing his eyes but he felt like he was spinning still. He looked out the window at the dark houses covered in snow.

Katsuki watched the clock, he wanted the kid to lay still at least fifteen to twenty minutes. “Can you do me a favor?”

“What?” His voice was cracked.

Bakugou held up his hand, “how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two.”

“When’s your birthday?”

“Um, July 15th. That was stupid.”

“Yeah I guess it was, I wouldn’t know if you were right or wrong.” He laughed at himself. “You sounded like you knew though.”

Izuku eyed the blonde, he seemed different from his reputation. He knew who he was, fuck everybody did, best halfpipe rider around, he was going to the Olympicis. And he was known as being a total hardass. ‘Prick’ He was also the asshole that Yuga liked. He had started dating Yuga a few weeks ago, they had messed around, it had been his first time fucking someone. Little shit had told him he sucked and was going back to this prick. ‘Best fucking top in town’ he had texted him breaking up. He sighed.

“You feeling nauseous still?

“No, but my head fucking hurts and I still feel dizzy.”

“Okay, when you’re ready I’ll move out from under you.” The kid barely nodded his head. He continued to lay still. After another five minutes, Katsuki felt him moving. “You ready Deku?” Green eyes opened and glared at him.

“Sure Kacchan.”

“Who that fuck is that?”

“Just a nickname I call you.”

Katsuki smirked, “I didn’t know you knew me enough to come up with a pet name.” The kid furrowed his brow.

“It’s not a pet name, it’s an insult,” he taunted.

“I don’t know, sounds like a pet name to me. You’re cute kid, but I prefer my partners a little older.”

“Fuck you.” Izuku reached and opened the door. Cold air rushed in the cab. “Move,” He lifted his body so the blonde could get out.

Katsuki chuckled as he eased himself out from under the nerd. He jumped down and shut the door. Walking around he climbed back in the cab and started the engine. He drove carefully looking for black ice.

“I live the other way.” Izuku pointed behind them.

“I’m taking you to the hospital Deku, you have a concussion.”

“I can’t go to the fucking hospital, are you nuts?”

“I guess I am.” Katsuki pulled into the local hospital and killed the engine. “I’ll walk you in.” He walked around and opened the kid’s door. “C’mon.” The stupid kid shook his head, crossed his arms and held still. “Hey Deku, do you ride?”

Izuku looked at him, the question caught him by surprise. “Uh, I ski aerial.”

“Fuck, no shit, man that’s tough. You know then when you get a head injury your career is over in that sport, right?” The kid shrugged. “Your fucking brilliant, man, who’s your fucking coach?”

“My uncle.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, family coaches were the worst. “Well nerd you need a little education on head trauma, get your fucking ass out and let’s get you checked out.”

“I don’t have money.” Izuku mumbled.

“You’re a fucking aeriel skier without insurance, are you fucking insane?”

“I have insurance but only for emergencies.”

Bakugou grabbed the kid’s arm, “consider this an emergency.” He caught him as he fell from the truck. Holding his elbow he walked him into the hospital.

Bakugou woke up, his back was killing him, he sat up in the chair. Fuck. He looked at his watch, it was one in the morning. Pulling out his phone he texted his coach.

(Katsuki) At the hospital with a friend, can we push back training to 10?

The nerd was sitting in a hospital bed, they were crammed in a curtain draped room.

“You’re awake.”

“Yeah.” Bakugou rubbed his eyes.

“Sorry my uncle never got back to me.” Izuku played with his phone. Anger welled up in him, fucking lazy dick. His uncle had fucking grabbed his coat tails seven years ago and he couldn’t fucking shake the asshole loose. “He’s probably drunk, stoned or both.”

“Nice coach.”

Izuku shrugged.

“Hello Izuku,” Doctor Hado stepped in the curtained area. “You have a minor concussion, very glad you came in tonight. Your scans look clean but you need to rest over the next week.” She glanced at Bakugou, “are you friends?” The blonde nodded. “It says here you are on the ski team?”

Izuku nodded, “yeah.”

“I need you to stay off those skis for at least a week, okay?”

“Um, okay, I guess so.”

“This is not an option Izuku, you have strained your brain and brainstem, like a sprain, it’s swollen and you need to let it heal before you put it through any more stress. Believe me skiing is the worst thing you can do.” She watched him shrug. Putting her hand on her hips she shook her head, “look I’m not sure what you are not understanding but I see your types coming through here everyday. Injured and then back out the next day doing further damage, that’s a quick retirement for you if that’s what you want.” She wrote on a pad of paper, ripping off a sheet, and handed it to Bakugou. “A prescription for anti-inflammatories. If you care about him, get him off the slopes. And have him check in with the team doctor, “ She sighed, “you can go now,” she waved at Izuku as she walked out of the room.

“Can you hand me my clothes?” Izuku pointed to the pile in the corner.

Bakugou grabbed the clothes and put them on the bed. “I’ll be out in the hall getting you checked out.”

Concentrating on the road, Bakugou followed the nerd’s directions to his neighborhood. He pulled up to a small house.

“Here,” Izuku pointed, grabbing the handle, he turned and looked at the blonde. “Thanks.”

“See you nerd.”

Izuku jumped down and flipped him off, “fuck you Kacchan.” He smiled as he closed the door.

Bakugou slid his boots on, other riders were walking in and out of the training room. Grabbing his board he started walking out towards the slopes. ‘Fuck’ His water bottle was still in his car. Turning he headed back down the hall towards the cafeteria to grab some water.

“Get the fuck out there right now.”

Bakugou walked past a tall man snarling at someone. Turning he caught a glimpse of the green haired kid from last night. He stopped. “Hey nerd.” Green eyes flicked nervously at him. The man scowled at him. Ignoring the scowl he looked directly at the kid. “I thought the doctor told you to take a week off?”

“None of you business kid, I’m his coach, move on.”

Bakugou leaned on his board. “As his coach then you know when hospital paperwork is filed with the team his card is inactivated for the timeframe of the doctor’s orders, he can’t get on the slopes for a week.”

“What?” the man glared at him.

“The doctor by law has to file any injury with the ski team, go ahead and try but the card is inactive.” He nodded at the nerd, “see you kid.” Bakugou walked off, seething. He had wanted to say more, but he could see the kid’s uncle was one of those pricks that would probably make things worse. Better to not get involved. He passed the main office and paused, fuck, he turned and slammed into the office.

Kodai jumped looking at the fiery blonde walking into her office. “You scared me Bakugou.”

“Sorry, I want to make sure you got the hospital paperwork on the junior Izuku Midoriya.”

“I did, I inactivated his pass this morning.”

“Okay, his coach was just telling him to go out on slopes.”

“What? Really? I will report this, thanks Bakugou.”

Katsuki shrugged, noticing the board. “Is this the junior rankings?

“Yes, I just updated it from yesterday’s competition.”

Bakugou walked to the board, Izuku Midoriya was number one in aerial freestyle. Clicking his tongue, Katsuki headed back to the cafeteria, it was all he could do for the kid. He just hoped he dropped that dickhead uncle as a coach.

Bakugou slid down the hill pumping his fist, ‘FUCK YES’ He knew he had climbed to top with that last run. He came to a stop and looked up to watch for his score. Sunshine came from behind him as his score flashed.

“You fucker, all the way to the end,” putting his arm around the blonde’s shoulders, “your new tricks are fucking brilliant. I can’t believe you got all four directions in, you’re going to medal Katsuki.”

“Thanks man,” Katsuki pulled off his board and started walking into the crowd. Yuga waved him down.

“Nice job Katsuki.” Yuga eyed Mirio, “you are on fire this week.” In the distance they could hear an echo announcing the scores of another competition.

“Hey guys, I’m going to head over there, I’ll be back.” Sunshine waved and headed off, Yuga walked with him glancing at the hot blonde. “Why are you going to the junior competition Katsuki?” Yuga smirked. “I told you his blowjobs are off the charts, did he give one?”

Bakugou glared at him, “Shut up shithead.”

“I’ve been thinking of going back to dating him,” he laughed wickedly, he could see he was getting under the blonde’s skin and that never happened. “He has the best mouth pussy around.”

Spinning around the Katsuki grabbed Yuga by the collar of his jacket, “I said shut up, he’s a fucking kid, if I hear you messing with him, I’ll fuck with you shithead.”

Yuga backed up, “fuck Katsuki, wish you acted like that about me.”

“I’m not acting like anything, he’s a kid.”

“Why are you going to watch him then?”

“I saw he was leading the competition a couple of months ago,”

Yuga rolled his eyes, “okay right.”

They lined up with the crowd. Bakugou noticed someone holding a ride sheet. He edged closer to look at the ride order. He furrowed his brow. “He’s not in the competition.” Looking around he spotted a kid walking by with skis over his shoulder, “Hey, sorry, but do you know Izuku Midoriya.” The kid smiled, “sure man, best aerialist around, you know him?”

“Sort of, he’s not competing today.”

“Yeah, sucks, but he left.”

“What? Why?”

“Fuck it was a big deal, he got thrown off the team, his coach flipped out, went after the team staff. I think they left town, Izuku mentioned his mom lives by the beach down south.”

Bakugou blanched, “thanks.” He started back across the snow, his stomach twisting, he felt sick.

#bakudekuwriter #bakugo katuski #katsuki x izuku #protective bakugou #bakudeu #bakugou x midoriya #izuku midoriya #mha fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #modern au #my hero acedamia #bakudeku smut #gay men #yaoi #fiction

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forbiddensaintessandsinner · 2 years

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Her Digital World

-Polisionalle Episode 3-

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This dorm tour is going well but… This night-like mansion was very hard to even memorize… Many of the corridors looked similar, everything was so blue and dark, and it was easy to get lost (not that my myth-marks are glowing through it but I’m hiding that fact right now-). Despite that Rubina showed me the difference between costume rooms, electronics rooms, where they store the decorations as well as some side rooms, which it’s much easier to memorize. Until we arrived at a huge prison cell-like room with a small table in the middle.

Okay, a very large jail-cell cage room with a fortune table in the center?

“This room is mainly used for fortune-telling. You see the dorm leader and other members seem to also believe in good luck charms and other things which is why this room is for them used for this purpose." Rubina explained as I noticed the table closely.

So Flynn knows a lot about fortune-telling? Not sort of my thing but alright…

As you see her more not enthusiastic face whenever she mentioned Flynn. So I kinda asked her alongside Cynthia and Kasumi something about their dorm leaders.

-[So… What do you three girls think about the two dorm leaders?]-

"Flynn? He is… not really fit for the Position… which is why I mostly rely on Nanoya given he is more responsible. I also don’t really believe in his outlook of luck and fate…” Rubina sighed, not wanting to explain it.

However, Cynthia did chuckled a bit.

"Doesn’t he give short nicknames to people close to him… You don’t seem to like him but he seems to like you, Ruby." She stated with a smile as the red-haired girl got red but also a bit angry.

“S-shut up, like I care what he is thinking, I hate being unable to read his intentions… anyway… Given that he and Nanoya have been close Friends for a long time, at least Nanoya can get him to do his job… and that Is why I trust him more…" Rubina stuttered a bit as Kasumi looked at her.

"But Flynn… his acting is the most impressive of the dorm… his face is like a mask that doesn’t show any real emotion but… It still feels like the character possessed him." She explained carefully as Rubina sighed while I continued to observe the conversation between the three girls.

"I never said he was bad at what he does … I just want someone more organized and less irritating…" Rubina mentioned as she picked one of the Tarot cards from the deck and held the Justice Tarot in her hand.

"My grudge against him was more personal than before. The first time I met him as a kid he scammed me and so I was pretty much not happy to meet him here again but… I learned to deal with it a little." She placed the card on the deck and drew a fool and moon tarot cards.

"That is why… I at least want to keep order in this mess. I did think about switching dorms but I can’t entrust him with this dorm without me having a watchful eye. To be a person to lean on when the dorm leader and vice leader are occupied…” Rubina stated as she noticed me, Cynthia, and Kasumi look at her while Rubina gets red once again.

"My bad, I didn’t want to rant so much about it. Let’s move on.” She stated as the tour continued.

She led me to the back of the room of the play. As Nanoya and Flynn fenced with swords against each other. I could have noticed Nanoya was more experienced in Combat while Flynn was focused more on making it a show. Flynn was smiling teasingly as he saw me with Cynthia.

“Hey Empty Slate, want to join us here?” He called as I waved them off and looked at the other students.

A silver-haired woman who wore armor got annoyed at a boy in a cat mask who fell asleep in the tree. A Brown haired woman painted on a backdrop by herself… Flynn did get away from practice and appeared behind you with a bright smile- I quickly got startled and hid behind Cynthia.

“Ahaha… She’s not used to surprises I’m afraid dorm leader.” My friend chuckled.

“Ah, I see. You could try to help her if you want to help with the play. Junko, you wouldn’t mind right?” Flynn answered as the brown-haired woman waved me to her direction as Flynn mentioned her.

“A bit of help would be nice actually, thank you very much.” Junko answered from above.

I agree to help them out, as I grabbed the paint bucket and brush and eventually started painting.

*[Rhythm Game]*

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Note: I won't mentioned Yuzuki throughout the Arch but I promise that he'll be featured soon- and so do the rest of the HSA OCs.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #fanfic #hourglass station academy #hsa #polisionalle episode 3

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jinanreona · 2 years

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@dorakonia sent:

It was about as thrilling as he had hoped it would be. Although, he would on purpose make little effort to express his excitement, fearing that it might shrine through his own decorative mask. And perhaps that was one of the many reasons why he felt at ease ━ with his own horns covered up in an elegant headdress, it was hard to tell who he was. And for once, he wished for it to stay that way lest he’d accidentally stir the comfort and tranquility of the other guests. For certain, he absolutely would have preferred to not cover up any part of him that made him identifiable ━ feeling as though he had to hide who he was was simply too humiliating. But, he could not deny the rules of a masquerade ball. Especially one he had been personally invited to. It was a part of the mystery, and he’d be a fool to not take advantage of the tiny relief of feeling like he for once wouldn’t unintentionally scare any attendants or make them uncomfortable in any way. After all, it’d be a shame if the festivities were to be ruined.

That would be the last he would want ━ especially given how well the evening was playing out. Although.... he supposed that at some point, the rest of the guests had become far too irrelevant for him to really pay them much attention anyways. It had not been difficult to locate Kingscholar, and he was certain the other could see him too. Costumes might disguise your appearances, but a familiar voice persists.

At first it had been... slightly awkward, he must admit. Dancing with another was not something he’d often do ━ much less with him. But the awkward sensation had soon enough faded away as the pair got into it, growing more comfortable with each others’ steps to the rhythm of the music playing. It was pleasant... in a strange way. Not that he hadn’t thought any different when proposing a dance to the other, but he supposed that a small part of him still feared that it might have turned out sour... Malleus even wondered to himself at one point how the other could manage to dance without feeling the need of... well, taking a rest ━ as he’d so often do. But by the end of it all, as the sound of the instruments faded away, it would become obvious that it was time to come to a slow halt. Whether or not Kingscholar was tired, Malleus certainly started to feel like he had overstayed his welcome ( meaning, he was finally starting to feel like this place was far too crowded for his taste, and he wished to leave ). “ ... I think it is time I’ll make my leave. ”

However, he would not leave in a haste. As their steps slowed down and the pair came to a stop, the fae would ( although somewhat reluctantly, still ) let go of the other’s shoulder, yet keeping the hold of his hand in his. With a pleasant, content and even a tad mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he guided Leona’s hand to lightly press it against them ━ leaving a lingering, delicate kiss on the top of the palm as a ‘thank you for the dance’ before completely letting him go. The content grin remained plastered on his features as he turned his back to the other, offering him a vague waving hand gesture before strolling towards the nearest exist. “ You are free to join me if you wish. If I know you as well as I think I do, you’re most probably itching to have a rest, hm?~ ”

The ball had been as he’d expected it to be. Elegant, dazzling, and... pretty dull. These sort of events rarely drew his attention, usually more interested sitting along the sidelines or getting a drink to pass the time. After all, these sort of things were for stature above all else, the people here more interested in making connections than actually enjoying the evening. Thankfully it meant he was mostly left alone, a second prince hardly as compelling as the crowned king.

Or so he thought.

No sooner had he gotten to one end of the large room did he spot a certain someone with an elaborate headdress adorning his head. The stranger inevitably found himself walking right in Leona’s direction. He didn’t have to guess for long who the tall stranger was, his scent instantly greeting him and making his ears perk in realization. “...Malleus?” The other seemed to have the same realization as he stopped before him.

Even he couldn’t say how they came to be here now (or how he came to even agree to this). How the unlikely pair danced across the floor to the beat of the delicate instruments, Leona hardly noting the pairs around him. He didn’t like these sort of formal events... But, neither could he deny he liked this intimate moment. Lime eyes resting on him. The pleasant weight of Malleus’s hand on his shoulder. The warmth of the other hand captured within his grasp as they swayed together. It felt... dreamlike.

It made his disappointment all that more apparent to him when the music slowly came to an end, the moment ruined as Malleus’s words registered. Ah, so he was leaving. He didn’t bother hiding his frown at the announcement, but neither did he resist as the other began to pull away, letting go of his waist at the same time the other released his shoulder. His other hand though remained intertwined with the other’s, emerald eyes briefly falling to them. That pleasant buzz still lingered, yet found itself disrupted when the other began to pull his hand towards him.

It took Leona a moment to realize what the fae was doing, his heart skipping a beat and lips parting to protest before words are interrupted by a quiet gasp. Only his mask could save him from a subtle blush being discovered as he felt the delicate brush of lips over his hand, fingers twitching at the sensation. It was far from a foreign feeling from him, having been kissed by subjects and visiting royalty alike. However when it came from someone like Malleus... even he could feel the difference.

Despite his body’s reactions, he couldn’t look away from the other. Or at least not until he spotted an impish grin adorning the jerk’s face. It was enough to break the moment and make Leona huff, turning his head away slightly in disdain. The gall of the bastard to toy with him and then invite him to come with him!

Still... it wasn’t like there was anything for him to do here, the crowd only getting larger with the next song about to start. “Tch, yeah, yeah. You can lead this time,” he quipped back in turn, his voice lost in the crowd as he trailed after the other. The pairs however kept getting in the way, making it difficult for him to keep track of the other (much more in his drowsy state).

Without thinking too hard of the consequences, he reached out for Malleus’s hand, taking a hold of it to both make the man slow down and to make it easier to follow him. “Hold on, don’t rush,” he complained with a yawn as they made it out of the packed room and into the moonlit balcony. The loud chattering from the ball was muffled and distant. Only the soft sound of crickets accompanied them now.

#;; ic #dorakonia #;; v: you've been lonely too long #// *heavy breathing* 👁👄👁

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