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kakashiislut · 1 year

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This was supposed to be a request, but I messed it all up :( and now it’s gone so I’m going to summarize it :( I’m sorry!!

So Kratos and F!Reader meet some where randomly and become friends, along with that, Reader is a single mother (I’m sure it was a daughter!) and reader slowly becomes a motherly figure for Atreus and they start a lil family :( (of course Mimir is the second dad)!

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I’m so sorry I messed up something as simple as a request :/ I’m gonna try and make this awesome. :( I hope you guys like it, I’ve been struggling with writing, cause nothing seems to want to come out no matter how hard I try. <3

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Warnings: barely suggestive themes, we all know Kratos is hot, fluff and friendship, family themes.

Authors Note: I had this draft for like a couple of weeks and just started finishing it now. I tried making it like a full story, but I kinda suck with those now. I’m sorry the writing style just changed half way through it 💀

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Our Family~ Kratos & Motherly!Reader

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Breathing relaxed, feet below your shoulders, elbow back and straight. Stare at your target, you don’t want the deer to suffer, you want one clean, quick shot to its lungs, heart or brain. You chose heart, quick and easy, the deer won’t feel a thing. It was grazing on the nature below its feet, suckiling up flowers, grass and probably some bugs along the way. It was beautiful, it’s tail flared wildly in the wind, back legs stepping back and forth. The deer was happy….but you where hungry.

Drawing the bow string back just a bit more, you where ready to let go when it’s head snapped up “what-“ out of shock, you let go causing the arrow to sore through the air and hit the poor animal in its throat, it dropped quick, falling towards you. Another arrow? No, the deer wasn’t injured before…

Quickly reaching for another arrow, you scooped the area out. No one. The wind seemed to be silent all of a sudden, the only noise to be heard was the deer frailing and crying, before it eventually stopped. The arrow below it snapped, waste of an arrow.

You almost left it. The deer of course. With half an arrow still lodged in its neck, blood pooled on the floor and trailed towards your feet. You stared at the thick crimson, even it’s blood was perfect. But you can’t, you have to not only feed yourself, but her.

“Hmmm”

What? Shooting your head back up, you where met with a behemoth of a man. Easily 100 ft tall and 10000 pounds. The marks on his body color matched the blood the deer gave to the earth. He was as pale as snow, yet as intimidating as fire. He reached down, easily turning the deer over and examining the arrow you shot into its neck. His eyes glossed over yours. He just stared.

It’s not that you where weak….you can hold a damn good fight…but with him? No! He would destroy you, you felt like you where crumbling just by his gaze. “I shot it first!”STUPID. Why is that the first thing you think of!!! “Not very Well…” his voice seemed to boom in the silence of the forest. A murder of crows squawked loudly as they flew from various tree branches. Even they where afraid.

“Excuse you,” Putting on your mother face, you where almost gonna lecture him. Letting out a sigh, you spoke again “I have a kid…even if that means half- or even less then half, I’ll take it. You can have the rest!” Your eyes went soft, it was getting hard finding deers and other sorts of animal large enough to feed you and your daughter recently. You couldn’t just let her starve.

“Hmmm”

What? Does he only fucking respond with grunts and moans? Who is this man and why is he built like a Greek statue. Taking slow steps, you step over the blood, cautiously. You had thrown your arrow in your satchel and slung the bow across your chest. It was a pretty bow, just like you, reader <3 (breaking the fourth wall, my bad)

He kneeled down, took his knife and stabbed the deer in the side of its stomach.

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Slugging half a deer over your shoulder wasn’t as bad as you thought. Being able to have half -of what you rightfully shot- made you a little excited. A little pep in your step, you knocked 3 times on your door and waited. No answer. Smiling proudly, you knocked 4 times and a good second later, the door slowly opened and just below the handle, a little girl stood.

“Mama!” Pulling her body from behind the door, she ran out to hug your legs. “Go inside, honey, this deer is heavy” nodding her head quickly, she ran inside and pulled the door fully open. Hitting the snow off your boots, you dropped the deer by the door on a cloth sheet.

You rushed to wash your hands as quick as you could, you wouldn’t want to stain the poor girl with the deers blood. Swooping around, you picked your five year old up and swarmed her face with kisses. “MY LITTLE BABYYY” you cooed loudly, “Mama’s so proud of you, you’ve been listening so well to me”

Your daughter let out of a cheery laugh, smile capturing her entire face. She always smiled like her father…

“Where’s the deers legs, mama?” She pointed over at the animal after you placed her down on her feet. “Baby…I met the strangest man…”

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You didn’t think you’d meet him again, Really. Well without the boy who took you to him, you wouldn’t have seen him ever again. Ever.

“You saved my life…thank you” Atreus, was his so called name. He stepped on some thin ice and WAS going to fall to his death before you swooped down and caught his wrist.

He had taken you back to his father, wanting to thank you with some stew from a deer he was supposed to hunt and take back.

I mean, he got the hunting part easily done. The taking it back to his home? Not that easy.

His dad seemed a little weary at first, mad even. You understood it though, who just takes a stranger to their home to have some dinner after saving their life. Even women can be dangerous.

He was mad until:

“Oh my head! Is that you? Y/N? Oh my, I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Mimir?…MIMIR! By the gods- what happened to you-? Where is your…” your eyes trailed down to the head on a pillow, he had no body…infact…he barely had a neck.

“Body…” you mumbled the last part…probably a sensitive topic. “Oh…about that..” he seemed to snicker awkwardly, if he could rub the back of his neck, he would.

“Did Odin finally betray you?” You questioned, cautiously stepping up to rub at his horns. “Oh I miss your hands. If only we could dance again” he smiled up at you.

“And yes…yes he did. Speaking of Odin…I apologize, Y/N…for choosing him over our friendship.” His eyes trailed over to the big guy. “Kratos, don’t be afraid, it’s just Y/N…an old friend”

“I am not afraid.”

Kratos huh….he’s handsome. Super handsome. The downwards tilt of his nose was enticing. The way his traps and biceps where built….it was incredible. Not only that, but he had amazing boobs- I mean pecs. He had amazing pecs. His thighs where huge, almost like they could squeeze a mountain between them. Or maybe me- STOP. No horny thoughts.

“Hi…I’m Y/N” you offered your hand, back perched up proudly. “Do you remember me? We both shot that deer and we split it in half. Well I mean you! You split it in half; with a very small knife in fact- it was impressive actually, I couldn’t have-“

“I do remember you.”

“Ok…”

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You never thought you’d spend that much time with them.

“MORE MORE! ATREUS MORE!” You daughter squealed, arms Infront of her while Atreus flew her through the air like an eagle. He ran around the cabin, laughing and smiling along with her.

You didn’t think you’d get that close.

“Hey! You be nicer to your father! He is trying his best to raise you into a better person! Now you go apologize and hug him. NOW!”

You didn’t think you could put on this motherly act and become one for Atreus. He listened to you. Kratos was grateful for it, thanking you in his own special way.

“Ugh i Love the ribs. I feel so special when you give them to me” you smiled, taking a bite of the deer meat.

He would often bring you gifts as thank you. He found a cool little trinket? It’s all for you now. A poem book? It’s for you to read to your daughter.

The best part? Atreus started referring to your daughter as his sister. At first it was a slip up, but when he seen your reaction only being filled with love, he really started referring to her as his little sister.

“You’re the Best Big brother ever!” She would coo at him, sitting on his lap while he would braid her hair. “And you’re the cutest little sister ever.”

He would make her the cutest toys and little pieces of clothing. He was crafty and liked to draw, and she liked to sit by him and watch. If he got into an argument with his dad, he would sit and cuddle her to relax, of course, she would scold him to go apologize. Yes, he listens to her.

It was your little family. Mimir and Kratos as the fathers. Atreus and Y/D/N as the kids. You? The scary mother that everyone cowered under….and loved. Dearly and Truly.

“Ugh look at us! Look at our family” Y/N laughed, eyes trailing over a picture that Atreus drew, “our little family. Well- Kratos isn’t so little-“

A gentle laugh was heard from Mimir. “He’s big. Like a bear.”

“Shut up.”

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random-fanfic-ideas · 6 months

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Guys, weird question about the omegaverse. Like I know that the omegaverse is sort of just like werewolf fanfiction right? Do you ever think about the biology in the sense of like are they just domesticated dogs that are human? Because, as humans we no longer live in nature, we live in this man made world in which we have essentially domesticated our own minds. I guess you could argue that humans haven’t really change evolutionary wise like dogs have but like what if in the omegaverse that’s happened and now they can’t eat stuff like their ancestors did.

I honestly just want to see a normal human end up in the omegaverse somehow and eat things the omegaverse people cannot eat under any circumstances. Like onions? Hell no! That’s an immediate trip to the hospital for all people. But for the humans from another dimension? Nada! Don’t worry about it fam! Chocolate? Light work. No reaction. Literally!

I just wanna see the human chug down some Nutella sandwiches and pass out from the food coma. Than the human wakes up to an omega sobbing over them frantically explaining to the emergency line that they can smell chocolate all over the house and coming from her friend’s mouth and she believes her friend just ate it. An Alpha is frantically looking for the car keys in the house and than deciding “fuck it!” And he just picks up the human in his arms and takes off through the front doors. The omega chases after the Alpha and they meet up with they’re beta friend in the car who tells them to get in and they all go to the hospital.

Then one hospital visit later the human has to sit all her omegaverse friends down and explain to them that they aren’t suicidal, and they’re not going to die because where they come from chocolate is a sweet candy and they are not trying to receive the sweet release of death

#omegaverse #omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse thoughts #omegaverse fanfiction #omegaverse fic #fan fic asks #fan fic writing #fan fic #fan fic stuff #fan fic ideas

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ashleyfanfic · 9 months

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Jonerys prompt please

29) just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

49) I do not have an answer for you

I've gone over and over this one in my head and even written it out twice. I can only come up with angsty things. I don't like writing angst most of the time. Only with JW. So, let's see what we get.

Not betaed. We die like Eddie Munson.

Jonerys fic

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Jon watched her at the feast, laughing with the Dothraki leader. Her hand rested on his forearm and he turned away, hating the ache that sat in his chest. He did this to himself, caused his own bloody heart break, all because of a secret that was better left buried.

He felt a hand slap on his shoulder and a horn of something pressed into his hand. He looked up at Tormund who had probably had more to drink than the entire country. "What's got you looking so fucking sad, Little Crow? We stand in a feast of victory."

He shook his head. "Nothing. You know me. Not known for smilin'."

"True. You're a sour fucker. But not since that queen came around and started fucking you regularly. What's the matter? She stop?"

He heaved a sigh. "I stopped."

Tormund stared at him for a moment then stood and swiped a hand over his tangled hair. "You mean she's available?" Jon yanked on his heavy furs and the man laughed and resumed his seat beside him. "She's not available."

"You just said..."

"I know what I said."

Tormund sighed. "What's the problem. You're both young, beautiful, unmarried rulers. Isn't that the usual thing your lot does? Unite your kingdoms and all that?"

"Usually."

"I fail to see the problem."

Jon was quiet, knowing if there was one person he could tell that wouldn't bat an eye at the revelation, it was probably Tormund. "An unexpected problem has presented itself."

"She is married?"

"No."

"She tried to kill you?"

"No," he answered as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"Then tell me, Jon Snow, why you're being so fucking stupid."

Jon leaned closer to him. "I found out that she's my aunt."

Tormund looked at Dany and then back at Jon. "And?"

"And... we're related."

"Did you know that when you started fucking her?"

"No. I didn't find out until a few days ago."

Tormund nodded. "I see. For a man who died and was brought back to life, you really take the long way around to get somewhere."

Jon drank down his own drink and grimaced in Tormund's face. "What does that mean?"

"Do you love her?"

"Yes," he answered without question.

"Do you want to lay with her?"

"Yes, but--"

Tormund cut him off with a raised hand. "Can you live with the idea that she might someday marry someone that isn't you? That might not love her, but only use her for her title?"

"No."

"What about you? Your people would require you to marry a woman eventually. Produce an heir." Jon shook his head. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Jon Snow. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should put distance between the two of you. A woman like her... I don't know that there's actually been a woman like her through out all of history and time. And she loves you, you stupid fucker."

Jon looked up to find Dany staring at him, and she raised her glass to him. He raised his back and bowed his head. "It's only a matter of time before the lords start circling around her, each one wanting to use her for something. Her dragons, her arms, her title. None of them seeing her the way you do. Loving her the way you do. What you feel for her is very rare and you should relish it. So many of us are unfortunate that we never find it or we do and lose it. So she's your... family. From what I've heard from Arya, that's sort of what Targaryens do, isn't it?"

He took Tormund's drink from him and finished all of it. "You're right."

"I know. So get up and go claim your queen."

Jon stood on wobbly legs and grimaced at the taste in his mouth. He held his goblet up for a boy passing with wine, had it filled, and drank all of it in one swallow. He stumbled around his chair but righted himself and took slow steps towards her. She dismissed those standing near her and soon they were standing alone.

"How drunk is Tormund?"

He glanced back at his ginger friend who was now in a drinking game with Tyrion. "I don't have an answer for you," he replied and turned back to her. Her smile was bright, even if it didn't reach her eyes. "Dany, I want--"

"I plan to have my armies march south starting tomorrow morning," she interrupted. "It's in everyone's best interest, I feel, if my people and I are no longer in your country."

"So soon?"

"There are people who aren't happy about our presence, and to be honest, I don't like it here."

He sat on the table in front of her and cautiously took her hand. "There's still things you haven't seen."

She nodded. "I agree. Many things you promised to show me. But I'll not pressure you, Jon Snow. I've loved and lost and lived through it. I'm fairly certain I could do it again, if I must."

"What if you didn't have to?" he said softly.

She shook her head, confusion marrying her pretty face. "I don't understand you. You've avoided me for days and when you finally do acknowledge my presence you shake everything I've ever known to its very core. And now, I'm supposed to be happy that you've made up your mind?"

He stood. "Come with me."

She sighed. "Jon, I'm tired. I'm tired of games played with leaders and I'm tired of getting my expectations up only to then be disappointed."

He squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "Come with me," he prodded.

She reluctantly allowed him to lead her out of the room and through the lit corridors out to the courtyard. He pushed open the gates and they trudged through the sloshy snow together toward the heart tree. She looked up at the tree that appeared to be crying, along the white bark and up to the red leaves.

"The Night King died here," he said softly. "Bran was just here," he said, facing her, "and Arya came in from this end. She had made it past all of his guard and actually got the drop on him, from what Bran said."

She folded her hands in front of her and stared at him. He could feel her eyes on his skin as well as the eyes of countless others, always watching. "I've heard all of this, Jon. We were briefed this very morning, in fact."

He took a deep breath and lowered his head. "I never expected to survive the fight. I thought my destiny was to kill the Night King and that was the reason I was here. Once my purpose was finished, that would be it. I'd go back to wherever Melisandre pulled me from. To be very honest, Your Grace, Dany, I never allowed myself to look past that."

Dany's frown deepened. "So, am I to understand that you fully believed you'd die and yet you never thought to share this information with me, the person you claim to love who very clearly loves you?"

Jon shifted his weight to his other foot and lowered his head. "Yes. And now, I can only ask your forgiveness for my foolishness."

"What foolishness is that? That we became involved or that you're ending the involvement now that the world is no longer in peril."

"Neither," he answered quickly. "Dany, I never said I wanted to die. I only said that's what I thought would happen. It kept me from hoping beyond the battle for anything more."

She walked past him to the tree and he watched her placed her gloved hand over the bark and look up at the leaves. "Jon Snow, you're the most insufferable man," she said with a shake of her head. She then turned her frustration on him. "What is this? Why bring me out here? Are you telling me that you'd like to explore other options now that you're alive? That you want to stay in this Gods forsaken wasteland for the rest of your life with your sister, excuse me, cousin, constantly doubting every decision you make?" He shook his head and she stepped forward. "I've never taken you for a coward."

His jaw clenched and his hands tightened into fists at his side. But she continued as if he hadn't had any reaction to her words. "You came into my throne room and demanded my help. You defiantly refused to bend the knee. You dared to pet a dragon when neither of us knew what would happen." She huffed out a breath. "You took my hand and offered me your heart. You openly declared your allegiance to me when it would have been far easier to lie. You knocked on my door, Jon Snow. You rode a dragon into battle. But in front of me, faced with the possibility of a beautiful future together, you're cowering away?"

"I'm not cowering away."

"You could have fooled me. I ask you again. What do you want?"

"You," he said softly and her shoulders slumped. "I'm torn up about it, Dany. Bran and Sam telling me all they have... I still want you. I can't think about you with someone else because it makes me want to destroy the world," he said as he cupped her face in his hands. "I don't give a damn about the Iron Throne, but I'll fight until my dying breath to see you upon it."

She grasped his wrists and shook her head. "You have to live, Jon. You have to." She whispered gently against his lips. "You're the one who told me that the witch wasn't a good source for information. You were right," she guided his hand down to her belly and he looked up at her in surprise. "I had gone to the crypts to find you and tell you. But I found you so lost and sad that I didn't get the chance. And then the dead were here. But we've both lived and I believe we're both here to bring peace to this world. Both of us together. And our children after us."

He kissed her, his lips pressed against hers desperately. His arms looped around her waist and he lifted her to swing her in a circle. "You're magic, Dany."

She laughed and swatted at him. "Put me down before you make me sick." He placed her back on her feet and kissed her again. "Stay with me tonight," he whispered to her. "Let me... celebrate you."

Dany brushed her finger over the cut on his cheek. "I suppose I can allow that. I'll count it as your apology for being stupid."

He laughed and caught her around the waist. "No. Don't. Let my apology be separate."

She furrowed her brow. "Why?"

"Any reason to get on my knees for my queen."

"What if I told you that you didn't need a reason? I'd accept anytime you'd like to kneel for me."

He smiled and kissed her again. "Then I shall start in my chambers, Your Grace. Tonight. If you'll have me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. "I'll have you, Jon Snow. Until the end of my days."

#jonerys #jon x dany #jon x daenerys #fan fic asks #fanfic asks #ashleyfanfic

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dreamtigress · 1 month

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1,7,10

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

A little of both. My AuDHD brain will come up with story ideas at the weirdest times, often when I am nowhere near a keyboard. I try to jot down ideas and dialog snippets when they come to me, and then work them into something later. The best times are when the ideas come when I am able to sit down and write it all out at a real size keyboard that makes the clicky clacky noises of satisfaction.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

::rubs hands together:: The letters part of this snippet got written long before the rest of this piece took shape.

From Chapter 1 of Verbanden & Geesten:

Then Kaz turned his attention to the last letter, figuring it would prove entertaining at the very least. The sender was listed as one Miss Mila Janderslat.

Brekker,

Inej writes of being deliriously happy. This seems to be your fault. Good job finally pulling your head out of your ass. Make sure you don't hurt her, or I'll come rearrange your bones.

Love and Waffles,

Nina

Snorting, Kaz was delighted to be correct about the entertainment value of Nina’s short missive. He took a moment to appreciate Inej describing herself as ‘deliriously happy’ as well. Out came parchment and his favorite pen. His reply wasn’t much longer, but it pleased him to be sniping with Nina once more, even over such distance. He addressed it to her new alias on purpose.

Dearest Miss Janderstat,

I appreciate your concern for the wellbeing of our shared friend. I hope you are being a kind and obedient fiance to your betrothed, as is befitting a young Fjerdan maiden. Djel forbid anything should put you or your betrothed into peril. May Djel watch over you both.

Sincerest Regards,

K.B.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

I usually have two-three WIPs going at any given time. The most recently 'finished' WIP's get left alone for a bit so I can come back and do an edit run with fresh eyes. Then I am usually working on the next story in the series, or occasionally, a spin off or side story I hadn't planned on working on yet, but that my brain was like, OH HAI, HERE'S ALL THE DIALOG FOR THAT SCENE.

From here: https://www.tumblr.com/dreamtigress/745684465673748480/fanfiction-writing-asks?source=share

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okayohay · 2 months

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What if the long weekend means he was on a bender, TOLBINY style 😬

Duddddddde! All I can think about is TOLBINY right now and what if that fic is similar to what really happened. Bahahaha

We know the single is called Showtime and I’m like shit…maybe Van has been on tumblr this whole time and has been reading ALL OF OUR POSTS FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS, including our fics and I’m slightly embarrassed at the thought. @catb-fics WHAT IF?!?!

Are you there Van? It’s okay, you can come out now 🤣🤣

#van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #fan fiction #writer #fan fic author #fan fic asks #asks and stuff #anonymous asks #answered asks #asks

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wildemaven · 19 days

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for the fanfic writer asks-

most favorite & least favorite characters to write for!

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Least Favorite

I’m basing this solely on characters I already have written for. Marcus Pike. And the only reason is because I don’t feel any sort of connection to him. I enjoy reading him but I don’t ever have any ideas or thots freely about Marcus, which makes it hard to try and write him.

Most Favorite:

Oof! This is hard. I enjoy writing for a few of them for different reasons. Can I pick more than one??? Is that allowed??!!

Dieter because he’s super quirky and I feel like I can get a little weird with him because it just makes sense. I’ll think of something totally off the wall wild and for any other character it would be so ridiculous and OOC, but for Dieter I’m like oh that’s so him.

Dave because I love how grumpy he is but I also like writing him super soft and loving. He kind of has been my most favorite as of recently to explore. Dave was one of those characters where I wasn’t find a lot of him how I wanted to read him, so I decided that I had to write him as such.

Javier P because I’m just weak for him and want to give him the happiest life where he’s safe and loved.

Fanfic Asks

#fan fic asks #asks answered #gnpwdrnwhiskey

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f1-motogpobsessed · 10 months

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Hey guys 💕 just wanted to see if I can get some engagement, and ask if you guys could choose a racer and a scenario for a small one-shot, who/what would you choose? If I get some responses, I'll write some them within the next few days!! I hope you guys have a great Friday!! 🫶🏼 - Em.

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linkspooky · 1 year

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Sooooooooooooooooooo…

What sorcery grade would Nanako, Mimiko, and Junpei would be?

Grade 2? Semi Grade 1?

And while we at it, what grade would your OCs be at?

Like, what grade are Sigma and Detla? Ito Rei? Michi?

I know Ito Rei is new to the curse stuff, but do you think she would be a pretty good sorcerer? I would think so since her curse technique is pretty darn strong. Being able to cut anything is really useful.

Iirc you mentioned how Michikatsu is a Grade one Sorcerer, correct? I could be misremembering, but I think it’s very fitting of Michi if that’s the case.

Oh! And what grade would Li be in too?

Sure, let's give some character stats.

Name: Junpei Yoshino

Birthday: August 1st Gender: Male Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Dark Green Afilliation: Curse Family. Likes: The Scary Movie Franchise Dislikes: Cigarettes. Current Stress: Lost too much weight, recently. Innate Technique: Junpei has had his brain and body modified by Mahito to bring out his potential as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, his most basic technique is conjuring shikigami, by using strands of his hair as a medium. His innate technique is poison, his cursed energy is a poison flowing all through his body, and the shikigrami he creates by chanelling that body as a medium carry the same poison.

Moon Dregs: A large jelly-fish like shikigrami capable of paralyzing targets with a unique posion that covers the skin and black spots and burns the skin as if they were being stung, and has a raige of spiked stingers that can pierce through flesh. He has also learned the ability to summon jellyfish of other species with varying abilities, by watching lots of specials on the nature channel.

Apoptosis: Junpei can create much smaller jellyfish-bombs, that basically explode and spread a thicker poison that eats through flesh like acid. He can create multiples of these at once to effectively make a mine field.

Domain Expansion 20,000 Leagues under the Sea: Junpei's potent cursed energy transforms into water which floods the domain he inhabits, the cursed energy has the same pressure of being at the bottom of the sea where absolutely no light penetrates, leaving the victim unable to move, and crushed by the pressure.

Grade: He is semi-grade one, and has trained to be about Yuji's current level in strength.

Name: Nanako Hasaba Birthday: May 12th Gender: Female Hair Color: Bleach Blonde Eye Color: Hazel Afilliation: Curse Family. Likes: Gyaru Fashion Dislikes: Yoshino Junpei Current Stress: Being a K-Pop Stan

Innate Technique - Fatal Frame Nanako's cursed technique is a modern version of cursed photography, or spirit photography, born from the trend of sharing blurry cell phone pictures of urban legends / ghosts online and posting them to web forums in japan. She inflicts massive curses on whoever she manages to take a picture of with her cell phone camera, which inflicts a massive cursed energy debuff, actual curses are even more vulnerable to it.

Domain Expansion - Nanako's domain expansion is a simple and convenient one incredibly useful outside of combat. She is basically able to enter temprorily into the world of a photograph and can at times take people with her. She can enter digital photographs as well, and text herself between two phones though the second she exits the file will be corrupted. The second she exits a photograph it will be destroyed as well.

Grade: Nanako is a gradetwo, but when she uses her powers in conjunction with Mimiko they can take on grade one opponents.

Name: Mimiko Hasaba Birthday: May 12th. Gender: Female Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Likes: Sewing Dislikes: Loud People. Current Stress: Getting into arguments on internet forums. Innate Technique: Anabelle - Mimiko uses a series of cursed dolls as mediums to inflict curses on her opponents. She essentially uses those dolls as voodoo dolls, she pokes them with needles, lights them on fire, twists their neck, pulls off their limbs to damage similiar areas of their body as soon as she's collected hair or nail clippings. Mimiko's cursed energy is however naturally weak and can be fought off with proper body reinforcement which is why she works so well with Nanako as a debuffer. Mimiko can also heal people's bodies by sewing her dolls back together though she rarely uses this technique.

Domain Expansion - No Longer Human Mimiko has a partial domain expansion right now, when cast she makes her opponent hallucinate they are seeing a noose which beckons them to tie their neck, kick out the chair and hang themselves. She essentially gives them the rope to hang themselves with and often what is left is a corpse hanging from a tree or a pole when the domain's finished casting.

Grade: Mimiko is about Grade two alone, Grade one together with Nanako, she is roughly equivalent to Nobara in power level, but Nobara is more brute strength, Mimiko is more creative.

Name: Michikatsu Gojo Birthday: December 21st Gender: X-Gender Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Dark Brown Afilliation: Curse Family. Likes: Cooking, Cleaning, Sewing, Mathematics Dislikes: Sweets. Current Stress: Finding someone to take care of his pet tarantulas.

Innate Technique - Spider's Thread: Michikatsu can insert a needle into a target, which leads to invisible puppet strings made of his cursed energy which can exercise complete control of them. They can not only move it, but also make it speak, and even use their cursed techinque. The orders of each puppet are set by Michikatsu beforehand so it is able to move automatically. The number of bodies Michi can control at the same time are unknown. He can also resurrect corpses temporarily to serve as puppets. Still living targets refer to him as mother. The puppet strings are invisible to everyone except a six-eyes user. He can also change smaller animals into puppets. He demonstrates some basic level of communication with them, as his small spiders are able to scout areas ahead for him.

Maximum Technique: Doctor blythe, is a technique where Michikatsu uses his cursed energy strings to medically treat an injury. A mortal wound to the stomach can be treated in less than an hour, a severed arm can be reattached and fully healed in two or three hours, and destroyed corpses can be later manipulated. Michi has used this ability to modify his body in the past. He attempted to give himself more eyes to use a bastardized version of the "Limitless" technique passed down in the Gojo clan, but it had mixed results.

Domain Expansion - Dark Matter A domain expansion learned only after he was blinded, Michi removes the rings from his fingers, and creates a circle around him. The circle grows bigger and bigger until it's large enough to surround his body. The circles then fly outwards and create a perimeter over a long area. The rings generate a black void which grows in size to a full dome. The dome creates a vaccuum that nullifies cursed energy, sight, sound and scent. The only sense the victim retains is touch.

Grade - Michikatsu is considered a grade one curse user, he would be considered special grade one but he doesn't have super powers that negate his blindness so he can't face people in direct fights and instead uses his wits and creativity.

Name: Shigema Kamo Birthday: April 4th, Gender: Male Hair Color: Dyed Red Eye Color: Heterchromia, Red / Brown Afilliation: Yuki Tsukumo Likes: Feeding Pidgeons, taking care of a pidgeon stoop Dislikes: Math Current Stress: Money.

Innate Technique: Dyslexia, Dyscalculia - Sigma is able to reverse up and down, left and right, as well as forwards and backwards. For example, if he is falling he can float in air simply by changing the direction he is falling from down to up. If he swings his sword left, he can at the last moment change it to right. Sigma claims that coutnering the damage from inverting diretions simply by processing it within the mind isn't possible. No matter how powerful the oppoent, especially if one is accustomed to fighting, their body will not be able to adapt due to their reflexes preventing the proper reaction.

Heavenly Restricted Body - Sigma cannot channel or use any of his cursed energy, and in exchange he has immense physical prowess. Sigma, unlike Maki, and Toji can used a curse technique despite being locked out of cursed energy because he shares a connection with his sister where they share the same cursed energy. Therefore, he is able to use hers in order to fuel his own technique.

Grade - Sigma is considered Special Grade one. If he is able to use his cursed technique he's especially tricky to deal with, but without his sister he can only fight with cursed tools.

Name: Demma Kamo Birthday: April 4th Gender: Female Hair Color: Dyed Blue Eye Color: Heterchromia, Blue / Grey Afilliation: Yuki Tsukumo Likes: Purchasing haunted dolls of of Ebay Dislikes: Talking to Cashiers Current Stress: Wastes too much money in internet auctions

Cursed Energy Manipulation - Immense Cursed Energy. As a result of her heavily restriction, Delta's cursed energy is vast enough to cover the entire nation of japan. She can project her cursed energy into living people from long distance. As a result however she is terminally sick, to the point of being bedridden and her organs are slowly failing requiring her to be constantly hooked up to IVs.

Cursed Corpses - Demma was considered a prodigy at cursed corpse creation, and was hand picked to study the creation of cursed corpses directly under Yaga Masamchi. If she had not died young she may have surpassed him. She had a dream of creating a cursed corpse that would be a perfect replica of her body to go on living in her place. She was close to figuring out Yaga's secret of how to create a mutated cursed corpse like panda, shortly before her death.

Innate Technique - Dollhouse the way that Kokichi manipulates mechanical puppets from long distance, Demma is able to supply people with cursed energy, see through their eyes, and even influence their minds. She does this willingly to Sigma, but she could also force a connection on someone else which resembles demonic possession and could cause them to hallucinate.

Grade - Demma would be considered a semi-grade one, she is basically on par with Kokichi Muta.

Name: Zenin Lio Birthday: August 16th, 1999 Gender: X-gender Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Afilliation: Culling Games Participant Likes: Napping Dislikes: Scars Current Stress: Sisters Favorite Type of Woman: A girl who can kill me.

Innate Technique: All You Need is Kill This ability allows Lio to tamper with the realm of probability; They can cast out nine different choices at once, then select which becomes reality. For example, if they were playing Rock-Paper-Scissors, they could throw a rock, paper, and scissors at the same tie. Should he settle on a rock, then reality acts as if he never chose paper of scissors. If time is like a flowchart, he can test out nine forked paths, then select whichever route he likes the best. Most courses end up being mostly similar, and simultaneously experiencing nine potential realities comes with a massive mental burden - in other words, it’s exhausting. Which is why Lio naps all day long. They have to live out each path, and if they die they experience and remember the death. When he cats his ability he creates a territory in which his curse is active and takes effect. Time within the territory will automatically reset back to a point in time.

They can only see nine possible futures at once from the moment they choose a checkpoint and cast a territory. There are some things that even with nine redos will never change. He once asked a girl out nine times and got turned down every time. During the Zenin clan massacre Maki killed them eight times, they barely survived the ninth, and in none of the possible futures that they envisioned did they win.

Grade: Lio is ranked at Grade Four by clan interference, no one not even Lio knows what their special ability is until after they die. He would be a special grade though if knowledge of his ability spread.

AND FINALLY...!

Name: Ito Rie Birthday: Unknown Gender: Female Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Afilliation: Homeless Likes: Building Models, True Crime Dislikes: Men Current Stress: Food

Innate Technique - Cut Ito's innate technique is extraordinaly simple, she can make cursed energy flow through an object and sharpen that object's edge to cut through anything. She could make a wooden sword cut through flesh and bone. She could make a kitchen knife have the cutting power of a chainsaw. She could even cut a curse away from her soul after it had possessed her, something through to be impossible to do without killing someone. However, Ito has no idea how to use this cursed technique, how to flow cursed energy through her body, so she only ever uses it by mistake.

Grade - Ito Rie would be considered a grade four. She can't utilize her technique effectively at all.

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Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

@simp4myself

Warnings: kissing, cheating, mentions of hands on body.

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You find yourself just staring. Staring in shock. It was….it was them. You knew it, you fucking knew it! Those looks they always share, the way they always have a sadistic look in their eyes, the way Stu was always making up for silence by being loud, the way Billy stared.

Stu…Stu was that ghost. Ghost Face? The one that killed Casey and Steven, the one who called syd, the one who attacked syd? But Billy seemed guilty too.

But how did Billy get in trouble for something Stu did?…wait. WAIT.

You placed your hands on top of your head, shutting your eyes and trying to stop the wave of emotions flowing. Stu and Billy?…sharing a costume…killing people?

That itchy feeling bloomed in your stomach again.

Hearing a bang you slammed your head towards the door.

“Alcohol…ya alcohol…” you mumbled, shutting the closet where Stu…no ghost face stored all his stuff. You ran to lay on the floor and shove your arm under stus bed.

“HEY! What’s taking you so long?” Stu busted open the door quickly.

“Oh- I’m sorry…I guess my arm isn’t long enough to reach and I didn’t wanna move your bed- and I also didn’t wanna bother you or anyone else, so I thought if I just-“

“Relax!!! I got it!” His face seemed so joyful, was it all true?…

You moved a bit and watched as he laid his slender body on the floor and reached his hand under his fairly clean bed.

His hand brushed yours just a bit, yet it didn’t stop him from making a snarky comment.

“Oo you must like me…” he giggled.

“I do…” you teased, biting your lip hilariously.

“…well I mean…Tate and everyone are downstairs…”

He retracted his arm from under the bed, holding a slightly dusty bottle of wine. Apparently he’s had it since he was 12.

“What do you mean” you both sat on your knees staring at eachother.

“I mean…we can like…” Stu suddenly leaned in.

When his lips touched yours, you just let him. You let him softly kiss you, almost like he wasn’t sure if you’d flip out.

“Hey..wait…” you pulled away a bit and his lips hovered yours.

“Y-ya?..”

“Can I put my hand up your shirt?..”

“HO HO HO! Hell ya!” You were quick to put your hand over his mouth.

“Okay…”

“Okay..”

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