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[daboyau]

I think number 16 for those dialogue prompts with tgim au has the potential to be very upsetting 😊👀❤️

This took way too long! Some minor spoilers for Izuku’s future situation in TGIM, but I don’t think it’s anything people didn’t expect lol

(it was so hard not to get this beta read just out of habit lol)

I love you and hope you’re doing good and will enjoy!!! For the uninitiated this is a bnha fic where Izuku gets kidnapped and raised by Chizome from a young age. You can read it here! Warning for death of an unnamed hero ✌️

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Izuku waited until Stain left before he dared to show himself. He was never sure whether it would help or not, having someone there to witness their final moments. It wasn’t like he’d be able to help them. Stain would see the blood on his clothes and know if he tried. He always knew, even when Izuku was extra careful.

Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of letting them be alone.

It hadn’t been a clean kill, leaving the woman choking on blood as it bubbled up to fill her throat with every struggling breath. That had been intentional; Stain was far too competent for it to be anything else. Maybe it was a final chance. Some twisted version of kindness, to leave her survival up to fate or karma. Like this, if someone were to find her soon enough, she might have a chance of surviving. 

Too bad no one had come to investigate the soft, desperate sounds she made since Izuku had begun his vigil. They knew that Stain haunted alleys, and few passersby’s would be willing to risk running into such a monster face to face.

She’d noticed him immediately, desperate eyes tracking his cautious movements from the roof, down the fire escape, and into the cover of the dumpster’s shadow. Not that he’d been making any effort to hide himself from her; she wouldn’t be around long enough to tell anyone about him. Still, with the amount of blood she’d lost, it was an impressive feat that she was still conscious and present enough to do so.

Her eyes had gone wide, her mouth flapping uselessly, and a bloodied hand had reached towards him. It had only trembled an inch off the ground before it had flopped bonelessly to the dirty concrete, her strength failing her. Izuku hadn’t moved closer despite how she had been gazing at him with the kind of misplaced desperation and hope that made his stomach churn.

“God, I'm so sorry,” he rasped, fingernails biting into the calloused skin of his palms and he balled his trembling hands into tight fists. He felt his stomach churn as he looked at that blood soaked hand, and the wedding ring on it, and remembered that she had a husband and a two year old daughter waiting for her at home. He’d begged Chizome to leave her alone, but whatever she’d done had been too much for the man to overlook. Izuku forced himself to give her a shaky smile. “It'll be over soon, I promise," he lied. “Help is on the way.”

He’d tried not to look at her face as he settled himself into a crouch, back pressed against the wall, hidden from view of the entrance to the alley. He hated having to watch them die in places like this. Surrounded by filth and all alone, except for Izuku, here to wait with them until their final breath. Izuku was rarely able to dissuade the man who had raised him from going after anyone, once he’d set his mind to it. This was his way of apologizing for that failure, in the only way he could.

The woman gurgled again, eyes rolling in her head, fingers curling around empty air. Tears were tracing their way down her face, droplets catching in the first hint of laugh lines around her glassy eyes. Her mouth was curling soundlessly around a name, and Izuku felt his breath catch in his chest, and he wondered briefly if his own mother would ever say his name with such a heartbreaking sorrow. 

She would be ashamed of him, if she could see him now. Maybe she’d be relieved to be free of the tether around her neck that was having Izuku as a son, if she were to be in the same place as this woman. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the nausea tightening his throat. 

With a final wary glance towards the mouth of the alley, Izuku braced himself and crept slowly forward. Mindful of the blood, he circled until he could settle outside its reach. Then, he reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. He could feel her pulse fluttering weakly against his fingertips, a final desperate attempt to live. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here now; you can rest now.” 

There was a small return of pressure as she tried to squeeze his hand back. Her eyes, no longer seeing the world around her, slid closed. There was the smallest hint of a relief curling the edges of her mouth as she drew her final breath. 

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

Gwen, why take on such a hard contract so young?

“That’s what family heads do, isn’t it? They’re the face of the family’s pride, so even in the hardest of times, they take up responsibility. Even if I didn’t want the position, I didn’t want to disappoint them either. Every one of them… Had put their faith in me. The option to decline was on the table, but who knew when I would get such an opportunity again? Achieve my goals, earn praise, as well as get stronger. I could do all of those at once…”

They paused, for a brief moment. A saddened look in their eye.

“Besides… It was my own choice to do so, so I can’t complain. I won’t blame my siblings, parents, or grandparents for something that was ultimately my choice. I’ve gained a lot of skills I could have never achieved, from living in a place like this; so I suppose it isn’t all bad.”

No amount of excuses could cover up the hopelessness they felt as they spoke. Perhaps their grandfather’s warning was correct— And they were taking on something too big too early. But even he could note the malicious look in the man’s eye— how contracted or not, he would have lured Gwen into his grasp. So they supposed their childish enthusiasm saved their family an extra burden.

🔷 Whin: Rio had done his best to stop them, truly. Sure he has no doubt they’ll complete it, but he despised the look Karl had in his eyes, as he was requesting a contract. Not only had the man all but waltzed into their home, but the look in his eye showed that he would do more than just barge in, if Gwen had refused.

So it wasn’t only just childish ambition and familial responsibility— But the subtle cue that refusing this man would have put their family in even more trouble than they could have handled. Gwen soon realised that when the analysed the way Karl had acted around them. He likely would’ve killed all of them, if he needed to.🔷

[luna-writes-stuff]

hello, i'm back to ask for a grishaverse and lotr matchup if that's alright!! i got curious 👀

i don't wanna reveal too much abt my looks but ig my notable feature is i'm short. even my hands and feet are tiny 🥲 some also say i have a resting b*tch face that makes me seem unapproachable and serious at first but depending on how close we are, i'm actually either the one making the jokes or the one laughing at the jokes. around new ppl, i can be shy but i sorta just try to blend in and mirror their personalities. on a good day, i'm passionate, amiable, creative, and altruistic. on a bad day, i'm distant, stubborn, quick-tempered, and self-deprecating.

my hobbies are writing and playing video games. i'm pretty much interested in any form of art bcs of my passion for people and psychology, especially the stories every person has to tell. my love language is quality time; i'm the type to want to do even the mundane daily things together in the same space with my loved ones. i'm bisexual with a slight preference for men i think. if i have ideal types, they're probably the "golden retriever himbo" types ngl 🤣 but also ppl who fight for justice, freedom, authenticity, and just a better world in general, both for themselves and others.

that's it!! i'm excited hahsjdjds but just take your time with this, thank you so much again and have a good day 💖

Not me reading Riordanverse instead of Grishaverse and writing a whole ass thing about Jason, whoops😗✌️

low key couldn’t decide for a grishaverse ship because I went from Jesper to Wylan to Nikolai to Wylan to Jesper to Nikolai etc. Something told me to pick Jesper, so here you go

Grishaverse, Jesper Fahey:

- This man might not be that observant, but the minute something is wrong with you; he knows. It is as if some switch flips and a lightbulb starts to light in his head. Whenever you’re having a bad day, he’s trying his best to cheer you up. But Jesper is very much a sunshine person, so often he’ll step on your toes unconsciously. It is all in good nature of course, but he can get caught up in cheering others up.

- You write???? This man will do anything to get his hands on your writings, whether you want it or not. He’s so interested in what goes on in that brain of yours and he simply loves to see what you write down, regardless on your works being published or not. He won’t show it to others, surprisingly. He respects your work an privacy and though he violates it, he won’t let anyone else do so. He’s very protective of it. It’s something special to him.

- Jesper would never make jokes about Inej’ height because he’s scared she’ll do something, no matter how close friends they are, but with you….won’t shut up. All kinds of stupid nicknames etc. What did you expect from him?

- He has the best laughs with you. The two of you have your special kind of humor, filled with inside jokes and everything. During heists, he’s always mentioning them, distracting the both of you, much to the annoyance of Kaz. He learned to live with it eventually. It became inevitable when Nina joined in as well. Both of them will do anything just to laugh together. All of your laughs are simply so contagious, and you love sharing it with each other. Jesper cries very quickly when he laughs, with only makes the situation funnier.

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Lord of the Rings, Peregrin Took:

- Golden Retriever Himbo you said? Who else could it be but Pippin (or Merry)? He is the literal personification of a himbo. It doesn’t get better than this. He is absolutely clueless at points, even as he is relatively clever for his being. He just tends to get confused often, but in adorable ways. You could tell him a story and he’d be like “yes, no I completely agree.”, where you answer with; “but Pip, it’s not good.”, and the poor guy will just sit there with wide eyes, having no idea what just happened.

- Canonically, he and Merry are the tallest hobbits, thanks to the water they drank in Fangorn. Would you be a hobbit, in the Tolkien universe, he won’t ever let you forget it. Not necessarily because you are shorter, but because he is taller. He loves to boast about it. He also really likes hiding things up high, just so you can ask him to get them. You know he hides them just so he can do it, but you act oblivious to it, just to see his smile when you mention your book has landed above the chandelier again.

- First day he met you, he cracked that resting bitch face right off. He already seemed entranced by you, marched up in confidence and tripped over his own feet. Tough to not laugh at that. Even though you can’t really help it, he’ll nudge your side occasionally when you are out, silently letting you know you are resting your face again. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because other hobbits tend to get intimated by it. And Pippin loves to show you off. And that can only be done when you are laughing with (or at) him.

[reality-maybe]

Roll 3 times, pls

- just-another-self-shipper

Hey Carmen! Thank you for leaving an ask! I really appreciate it and always love doing these! also I'm really sorry for the long wait, so thank you for being patient with me. Hope you have a good day! ✌️❤️

3 - Are there any special holidays or anniversaries you and your f/o share together?

Rae and Knuckle are both pretty festive people and they do celebrate holidays anniversaries birthdays and anything in between! Any reason to celebrate and drink is a good reason but they always get into the festivities without going way too overboard. Christmas is Knuckle’s favorite holiday. He gets caught up in the colorful lights, the tasty food and drink, and the fun winter adventures he and Rae go on together! He finds the Christmas season warm and romantic, And one of his favorite Christmas moments was when He and Rae couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve. They decided to go make some hot chocolate, and they were greeted by their dogs (because of course they would have at least 2). They lost track of time, playing and cuddling with their pups by the light of their tree and the fireplace, cozy and warm from their drinks, fuzzy puppy snuggles, and their love for each other. When the clock stuck midnight they were still on the floor leaning against each other, falling asleep with their dogs in their laps. Knuckle kissed her cheek and wished her a Merry Christmas, only for her to mumble something incoherent in return. He just smiled and rested his head against hers again before falling asleep, grateful he gets to spend another Christmas with her.

They also celebrate the day they got each of their dogs! They get super into it and silly with it, wearing party hats and giving each pup a little doggy cake and a gift! Then they spend the rest of the day taking them on a little adventure, whether it be a hike or swim, something dog friendly and fun! They mark it in their calendars every year, and sometimes are more excited about their dog’s adoption days than than their own birthdays! 🥳

19 - what’s your f/o’s favorite form of intimacy? I rolled this one already! But I can do more! Knuckle deserves it anyway ❤️ https://reality-maybe.tumblr.com/post/677106819771006976/joyandeggs-sent-me-the-dice-roll-ask-and-asked-me

Another form of intimacy that is really important to Knuckle is physical intimacy. Knuckle is a very touchy feely guy, the sense of touch helps ground him when other senses can’t get to him, especially when he’s struggling to get into the right state of mind. There have been times where he’s almost acted on impulsive anger, and the one thing that stopped him was Rae’s small but firm hand on his shoulder. With her, he can take a step back, and though he would still be hotheaded, he would have enough sense to listen to her. They keep each other in check, and even though he may be upset for the time being, he tells her how grateful he is to have her be able to catch him. Knuckle is really an actions speak louder than words kind of guy, and though he’s not bad when it comes to whispering sweet nothings into Rae’s ear, he always shows his affections, large or small, through how he touches her. Both of them are very big on long warm cuddle sessions, and he wants to have her close and sit on his lap or have her in his arms as much as possible. he didn’t admit it to her, he loves being a little spoon. It’s very therapeutic for him, being held and enveloped in Rae’s arms and soft body, he feels safe and can let his guard down when he’s all wrapped up in her. he loves it when Rae rubs his back when she cuddles him too, if she does it long enough, it puts him right to sleep. but when they’re not cuddling, the touches between them give him reassurance that she is alright, and that he’s not alone to face whatever is coming at him. Hand holding and playing with each other’s fingers, the small tugs of their sleeves as they pass by each other, having his hand on her thigh when they sit together, his rough fingers gently playing with and bouncing the tips of of her long and curly hair, the playful surprise ass slaps when they’re alone and competition that comes with it. He loves it all, and she does too.

7 - what is one thing your f/o does that never fails to make you flustered One thing that came to a HUGE surprise to both himself and Rae (and to me when I first thought of this hc) was how good Knuckle could be at dancing. He always thought he had two left feet, and never really tried. The only times we’re super forced and kind of awkward for him, which solidified the thoughts for him. But when he watches Rae when she was dancing (also badly, I can’t dance for shit but want to try to anyway. Fuck it, it’s fun regardless!) and singing in the kitchen, she dragged him into her and asked him to dance with her. He didn’t want to turn her down, especially when she was smiling so brightly at him, but he was so self conscious and flustered that he just moved his arms around. Rae laughed in good nature and told him to feel the music. He still didn’t get it. Then she told him to think of it like fighting, without the intent to hit someone. Suddenly it clicked. The timing of moves, gauging what your partner is going to do next, thinking ahead, the same skill, agility, and power he possesses could all be put into a different form. He found his rhythm with the music as his mentor, the steps and movements came easier the less he thought and the more he felt and experienced. At the end of it, both he and Rae were blown away, and he looked at her to see her full face flushed darker than normal with an intense blush. Since then there have been other times she’s caught him dancing by himself, getting better. Sometimes he was just too good, the gyrations of his hips and the way his muscles strained as his body moved a guaranteed way to get her blushing and stuttering if she got caught watching. Knuckle always knew she was there watching him though, not that he’d ever tell her 😉

Here’s the prompt!