#(it's fine he'll get better he's not made of flesh but still)

[rivilu-2-electric-boogaloo]

The scrunkly (3D version)

And a wip for good measure↴

[deprivedreality]

𝗚𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘆𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁!

Word Count: idk

Content: fluff. 'She' is kind of controlling, bakugo loves her anyway.

Relationship dynamics of Katsuki Bakugo being the husband to his strict and authoritarian wife who works for the heroes public safety commission.

As students...

Bakugo met her through odd circumstances. She was sent to UA for a year exchange program, being hosted by class 2A, acting as a representative from the Hero Public Safety Commission’s private training school. She was polished, disciplined, and radiated authority that made even Aizawa acknowledge her presence. Bakugo, of course, wasn’t impressed—at first.

Bakugo will never forget their first interaction. She made a point of introducing herself to the class with a sharp, confident tone. When Bakugo muttered under his breath about her “show-off attitude,” she called him out, saying, “Bakugo Katsuki, I expected better from you.” His jaw hit the floor.

Bakugo who couldn't even understand her. She had a weird, quiet fascination with the blond hot head. Something about his raw passion and unrelenting drive intrigued her. She’d casually comment things like, “You’re not bad, Bakugo. I’ll make you my partner for the next drill.” He didn’t realize “partner” meant more than just sparring.

Bakugo knew from that start she wasn't like the others. During training sessions, they were always paired together because she insisted. Their sparring matches were loud, fiery, and drew crowds. Bakugo started seeing her as a real rival, but she kept smirking and saying, “You’re still a little rough around the edges.”

Bakugo didn't even know how to respond to her asking him out. It wasn’t romantic—at all. After a particularly intense training match, she wiped her sweat and said, “You’re worth my time. Let’s go get lunch.” Bakugo, flustered but too proud to refuse, barked, “Fine, but don’t order anything weird!”

Bakugo who eventually admitted that he didn't dislike her. Despite her cold demeanor, she occasionally showed glimpses of warmth—like stitching up his torn training gloves or offering advice after a tough day. Bakugo couldn’t help but admire her determination and started seeing her in a different light.

As They Grew Older....

Bakugo who never expected experiencing LDR. She'd be all the way in America to deepen her studies and he'd be in Japan interning with jeanist. They kept in touch—she insisted on emails. But her emails were formal and to the point, but Bakugo responded with sarcastic but surprisingly detailed replies. Eventually, he convinced her to download a normal texting app. It became a habit for him to rant about his hero work, knowing she’d send back advice and assurance. On lucky days, she'd post him letters with autographs from famous foreign heroes.

Bakugo who had to learn how to balance career and love. When they started dating officially, it was a strange dynamic. She treated their relationship like a “strategic partnership” but always found time to call him after missions. Bakugo pretended to hate her constant questions about his injuries but secretly liked the attention.

Bakugo who would never admit being strangely excited when she sees her in the flesh. He has been so used to seeing her only through video calls that he freezes up when both of them have physical interactions even the slightest. She, however, would kiss him every few hours during their dates. She wouldn't allow kisses longer than a two minutes. She thinks that controlling intimate activities would lessen possibility of pregnancy.

Bakugo who lets her plan out all the dates and scheduled calls and chat times. He admits it's 'weird as fuck' to see that she has a whole calendar dedicated to it, but he follows it anyway. Bakugo knew just how tight her schedule was since she's a rising officer of the Heroes Public Safety Commission and he understands your struggles. At this point, even he's surprised she even continues to date him. (Not like he'll agree to breaking up)

Bakugo when the moment he loses his virginity immediately asks her to buy a house with him. He didn't even hesitate. Bakugo gathers her parents and his parents for dinner to ask for permission before spending all his savings buying a nice house near her workplace.

Bakugo who knew exactly her style. He made sure she had an humongous wardrobe in their shared house. On rare occasions, he would personally pick out blazers, blouses and pencil skirts he think she'd like. He would be very specific in buying shoes too, he knew she preferred stilettos just like how she preferred always having a sleek bun with side bangs. She wasn't just a employee of one of the most important organizations, she was also a fashion icon because of Bakugo.

Bakugo knew that he was favored by the Public Safety Commission. That's probably because his partner is one of the next in line to the commission’s higher positions.

Bakugo who fought with her for the first time. Their first real fight happened when she criticized his recklessness on a high-stakes mission. She'd go as far as leaving her workplace—which she never does—once she gets a call from his sidekick just to visit him in the hospital. Bakugo snapped, “You’re not my damn boss!” to which she coolly replied with crossed arms, “No, but I’m the one who has to report your failures to the Commission.”

Bakugo who proposed impulsively during one of her rare free days. After cooking a messy but heartfelt dinner in their house, he shoved a ring box at her and grumbled, “You’re busy all the damn time, so let’s make this official before you forget about me.” She smiled softly and chuckled, “I was hoping I'd be the one to propose, but you got me first.”

As a Married Couple...

Bakugo was her husband, he knows she’s dedicated to her work. While he grumbles about her long hours, he always leaves meals on the table for her, muttering, “Eat, or I'll never cook for you again.”

Bakugo who's secretly its not really a secret proud of her. Bakugo doesn’t openly say it, but he brags about her to his friends. “Yeah, my wife works for the damn Commission. She’s a fucking big deal, so don’t piss her off.” His chest puffs with pride whenever someone praises her.

Bakugo who yearns for her Attention. On particularly quiet nights, Bakugo finds himself staring at her side of the bed, wishing she’d come home earlier. When she finally arrives, he plays it cool but holds her a little tighter than usual. If she's in the mood, they'll go straight to poundtown.

Bakugo hates arguments about Work-Life balance. Bakugo occasionally snaps when he's frustrated, “You’re always busy! What about us?” Although she wishes she could give him more love, she responds calmly, “What about the people depending on us?” It’s a constant struggle, but they always reconcile because neither wants to give up on the other.

Bakugo who makes sure to make a romantic surprises every now and then. Despite his rough demeanor, Bakugo occasionally shows his soft side by surprising her with things like handwritten notes or flowers. His excuse? “Don’t make it a big deal. I just saw them and thought of you, alright?”

Later in Their Marriage...

Bakugo who saved a family from a disaster and couldn't stop thinking about starting one of his own. So when he had the chance, he casually says, “Y’know… we’d make a kickass kid.” She raises an eyebrow and replies, “Are you suggesting something?” Bakugo fidgets before blurting, “I mean, maybe. I don’t want to be old when they start kicking ass.”

It only took her a moment to think about it, and when she finally agrees, she says, “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No recklessness, no shortcuts.” Bakugo smirks and says, “What’d you expect? Our kid’s gonna be the best, just like me.” She's pregnant the very next day.

Despite their demanding careers, they’ve found a rhythm. Bakugo handles the home front during her busy days, making sure everything is in order so she can focus on her work. She would take care of the rest when he's out saving the world.

Bakugo and his wife who parents with style. Bakugo is the cool but overprotective dad, while she’s the strict disciplinarian. Their kids would grow up with both fiery determination and a sense of structure, making them a force to be reckoned with.

Bakugo still treats her like the first woman who ever truly challenged him, even years into their marriage. He never lets her forget how much he admires her strength and determination, even if he shows it in his typical Bakugo way: “You’re still the same badass I fell for, and don’t you forget it.”

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2024 | all rights reserved.

[baldval]

do you also do polyamorous things? could we have romantic headcanons with the vee's and a very childish reader? (sorry, I'm very silly!!!)

would prefer a gn!reader, but fem or male is always fine too!

if you don't do poly things, then just velvette is fine!

-🍋 anon

DATING THE VEES HEADCANONS!₊˚⊹♡

characters: velvette, valentino, vox, x gn!reader (poly)

warnings: cursing, nfsw headcanons later on.

a/n: i respect all ships, but personally i am a firm believer of poly!vees and, obviously, love this request!!!!

SFW:

ʚɞ without fail, vox would be the one to wake up eary and make breakfast for all of you.

ʚɞ "you're all so fucking lazy, perhaps you could try to do something?"

ʚɞ secretly, he loves to cook.

ʚɞ he'll never admit to it but you all know it.

ʚɞ as vox's alarm wakes you all up, velvette gives both valentino and you sweet good morning kisses.

ʚɞ meanwhile, valentino grumbles something into the soft flesh of your thigh.

ʚɞ very much not a morning person.

ʚɞ vox is used to hammering away for hours alone in his office, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get a bit lonely.

ʚɞ would be delighted to find you and velvette lingering to spend time with him and watching him work.

ʚɞ whereas valentino is pretty much the exact opposite.

ʚɞ 'clingy' is an understatement.

ʚɞ constantly all over the both of you.

ʚɞ genuinely doesn't matter who is around, he will hold your waist and plant a kiss on your lips natural as anything.

ʚɞ a hand on your hip as he hugs velvette by her shoulder.

ʚɞ "come on vox, you've been in there for hours." you whine

ʚɞ "i'll be done in a minute darling."

ʚɞ when she's between work, velvette loves to experiment with novel ideas for her clothing line.

ʚɞ often shows new things to you first to get your opinion.

ʚɞ one day you asked her to teach you how to sew, to which she answered with such excitement it was almost to the point of giddy.

ʚɞ val loves it when he's working and you just enter his office and sit on his legs.

ʚɞ his arms surrounding your figure.

ʚɞ vox loves when you play helpless damsel with little things, even when he knows you're exaggerating.

ʚɞ enjoys seeing you struggle

ʚɞ and when you give him puppy eyes.

ʚɞ watches you with a loving smirk.

ʚɞ "let me take care of it, darling"

ʚɞ you all love riling vox up when you know he has somewhere to be.

ʚɞ "what if we made out right now? would you still want to leave?" you tease.

ʚɞ he’s embarrassingly affected by your kisses and caresses.

ʚɞ and how you all always manage to make him late.

NSFW:

ʚɞ velvette tends to be a very rough and demanding top.

ʚɞ topping velvette is rare, but absolutely a glorious experience to be a part of.

ʚɞ whereas vox is much more giving.

ʚɞ he still needs praise tho.

ʚɞ "you look so good on top of me, it's amazing".

ʚɞ "hmm... please- keep doing that."

ʚɞ valentino is the textbook definition of a power bottom.

ʚɞ he's always the one to get impatient and jealous during sex.

ʚɞ especially when velvette or vox are taking up too much of you for too long.

ʚɞ "hurry up," he'd mumble while sucking at the skin of your neck.

ʚɞ but velvette ignores him, her mouth steadfastly doing the lord's work between your legs.

ʚɞ she's fond of the brat but not about to rush your pleasure over it.

ʚɞ besides, she know you all can think of a few better ways to shut valentino up.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Okay so this is actually too made up but anyways...

Let's say that y/n was Izana's gf for a long time, and let's say that she was in Tenjiku, and sadly, she was also there when izana was killed, and after that, she disappeared from Tenjiku and losed contact with all of the members (including Kakucho, who was her best friend)

What would happen if years after Izana's death (in Bonten) Kakucho looked for her and took her to see Mikey, who is physically the same as Izana? What would be your reaction if Mikey asked her to join bonten?

(I've been thinking about writing a fanfic about his but I just need to see how she would react to that, because I genuinely have no idea)

Oh this is such an AMAZING angst idea and I'm all here for it. Thank you so much for requesting<333

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Izana definitely wasn't best boyfriend girls would dream of but he wasn't the worst one you could have had either. Yes, he was difficult person with trust issues, fear of abandonment, jealousy issues and lack of communication skills but he loved you and you loved him.

He was everything you had ever had. Even if his morality was gray, he was the one who teached you right and wrong, the one who supported you in his own ways. He was your world.

But he wasn't thinking that way. Of course, he never trusted people easily and tried so hard to keep distance from you, scared that he'll get hurt but maybe, just maybe, he had hurt you deeply.

But having to fight the Toman the same night he realised that, he didn't really have time to talk to you.

Curse your life. If God exists, then he probably hates you with all of his heart. He wouldn't bring justice or happiness in your way because you're cursed and doomed to lose everything and everyone you love.

But...This was your last straw. You knew, you always knew that Izana cared for people deep inside his heart, but you weren't ready to see him dying like that.

No, no, no. This better be a dream. Yup, a dream. Just horrible nightmare and you'd wake up soon, Izana sleeping beside you, fine and well. But oh, what a sweet little daydream that would be.

"I...Izana?" Your voice was shaky and weaker than you'd expected it to be. His teary and glassy eyes landing on your trembling figure as you tried so hard to don't cry in front of him, you should have stayed strong for him.

The regret washed over his face as he tried to find strength to smile, to reassure you somehow. "I'm sorry..." He said, his voice even weaker than yours.

You kneeled down by his side, your hands trembling. "...For what?"

"For...Everything." He responded, reaching out his hand to hold yours. He thought you were still angry at him or hated him even, after all, he made you suffer. But if he only knew how much you loved him...Tears started pouring down your cheeks as you desperately hold his hand. "Don't leave me...Please.." You sobbed, your grip on his hand tightening. As if that'd keep grim reaper from ripping his soul out of his flesh.

He managed to give you weakest smile you've ever seen him have and his body went limp, his hand falling on the ground.

You lost the man you loved the most. Right in your arms. There was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't fight the God or grim reaper, you couldn't ask them to give him back. To bring your boyfriend and best friend back to life. Humans are vulnerable and defenseless against death. As they say, it's part of living. All we can do is move on and live our lives.

But there was no way you could move on from this. How could you? How could you forget him? How could you live a day without him?

You don't remember much from that day but you know you screamed so much until your throat started bleeding, as that was the only way to shout at God for being so cruel.

After that day, you distanced yourself from everyone, hardly eating anything and completely neglecting your health. You wanted to visit Kakucho after you heard that he's alive but you couldn't even force yourself to get up from the bed.

That's when the most depressing days started for you. But you lived. You lived instead of Izana because you knew he wanted you to live.

But for whatever reason, after 12 years, Kakucho asked you to meet up with him so you did. What you didn't expected to see was Manjiro Sano, Izana's little step-brother, looking exactly like your boyfriend.

You could swear you immediately saw the imagination of Izana staring at you when you looked at the dark eyed boy. Your eyes started watering up but you didn't let yourself cry. You were still in shock but after 12 years of thinking that you might have moved on, Manjiro's appearance brought all the memories back, all the memories that you tried your hardest to bury away.

It hurt. Your heart physically hurt. It felt so heavy that if it was an actual weight, even the heavylifters wouldn't be able to lift it.

But joining Bonten? You knew it wasn't dream of Izana, not Bonten anyway. His actual dream was to give home to orphans, to build an empire but not like this so you were quite unsure about the offer.

But you accepted it anyway, only because this way, you'd be able to see someone who at least looks like Izana. Only for him. Only to see Izana again.

Death is cruel. It doesn't give a shit about your feelings. It'll rip everything away from you but maybe, seeing Manjiro was same as seeing Izana for you, maybe you craved to see Izana in Mikey, no matter how delusional that sounded.

Mikey could have acted and appear like Izana, but he'd ever be your Izana. Izana was unreplaceable for you.

You just craved comfort from Mikey's identical look to Izana.

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Hihihi! I'M SO EXCITED TO READ YOUR FANFIC BY THE WAY! I hope you're satisfied with this<333

[ratwithhands]

I made these guys earlier in the christmas break, anyways carnivorous plant alien submas AU :7. (Don't mind the simple doodle style, I was in a bit of an art block when I made this)

The race is called Sapioflora, and they're basically half flesh, half plant matter. There's a couple different types in terms of species, but generally most rely on photosynthesis and absorption through roots. The difference with these two is that they are carnivorous and rely less on sunlight and soil than others, hence why they're fine having more covering clothing. Their civilization has managed to develop to the point of spreading to other planets in the same star system, and running into other alien species. As of right now I'm debating between a few different versions of this concept to write about since there's:

one where the story focuses solely on the twins as conductors and no other characters from pokemon are present

one where other characters from pokemon are present as other Sapioflores

one where other characters from pokemon are present as other alien species

one where the twins work as bounty hunters (and may or may not run into other pokemon characters)

The last one is particularly funky since it delves into Sapiofloran colonies on other planets, interspecies relations/conflict between Sapioflores and other aliens, and how the twins use their abilities to their advantage.

Oh speaking of that, it was pretty fun to mess around with how their designs work! Emmet is a much more vibrant colour, and his body is much more soft and flexible due to him constantly regrowing his body and making new vines. He wears shorter sheer clothing to take advantage of the sunlight, and has a wide open panel on his back to leave room for him to sprout new vines in the event of battle or to just help with a task. He eats an absurd amount of food in order to get enough energy to make this constant growth and replacement possible.

As for Ingo, his body is much more woody and solid, so he tends to move slower but hit harder (and take hits better). He sprouts leaves when more sunlight is available, draining them dry and discarding them once he's had his fill. He tends to wear more thick clothing to protect from harsh temperatures/prevent moisture loss, though he has gaps and slits all over in order to allow him to sprout as needed. Here's a sketch:

There was more but I can't remember what it was, anyways here's some bonus doodles. Have a good night and let me know what you think :7

^ doodle of Emmet's vines. Emmet is mostly thorny, he's also able to make modified thorns into blades. This is more prevalent in the bounty hunter version concept, but he can still do this in the others (Ingo can do this too! Depending on the situation they'll either make blades or saws)

^ Emmet will use his vines when he doesn't want to do something directly, usually to do two things at once, but he'll sometimes use it when he's tired

^ Emmer :7 fun fact his teeth are just weirder thorns, so they have the same colour as them. (I still haven't decided whether Sapioflores have eyes, but they'd probably sit under the leaves on their faces)

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 3

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: None I think

Bull-headed

The wild, red hair that sprouted from the man's head unmistakably belonged to Eustass Kid. Orange eyes aflame with rage glared at you as the man snatched the goggles you had discarded from the ground and placed them on his head. It was all coming together in your head. Of course you didn't recognize Killer. His face was normally hidden behind a shield of blue and white. The thing you had initially identified as a stupid looking colander was what remained of Killer's mask. It, along with Kid's goggles, must have been ripped from the two men in the tumultuous sea. 

You took a step back to put some distance between you and he. This wasn't the first time you had met these two particular pirates. The first time had been a very long time ago, when they were just starting out as pirates and you were just a cadet. For a moment you were nervous that he might recognize you, though with the right half of your face being disfigured since then, it was unlikely. In that brief meeting years ago, you had the upper hand. Sizing him up now though... If you were at your best, you still weren't sure you could take him. He was much smaller the last time you saw him. Well, as small as one Eustass Kid could be. Currently though, he was back up on his feet at his full height of 6'9" and he had a murderous aura about him, which snapped you to the present.

"Wait," you had your hands up in the universal gesture for 'I mean no harm' and I'm stalling for time.  "Without me, he'll die," you said, nodding your head in the direction of the Kid Pirates' first mate. It was sort of a lie. The truth was that he would probably be fine as long as he didn't get an infection and someone sewed him up soon. 

Kid looked at his crewmate and looked back to you. He looked like he was contemplating how true that really was. 

You continued, "I was going to get my first-aid kit when you..." There was a dull ache in your neck. "...pretty rudely attacked me for no reason."

Kid's lip curled. "FI-. Fine." He winced as his voice cracked. Kid massaged his Adam's apple and cleared his throat. "But if he dies, then you die." You could tell he kept his voice low to avoid another crack, but his demeanor didn't change. 

Turning, you wondered if he would use this opportunity to attack you again, but he must have believed you because you weren't being tackled or choked out. You could feel his smirk burning into your back, though, as you went to fetch your things. Wish I still had seastone bullets. What use is an emergency gun if the threat is a magnetic son of a bitch? It was your turn to glare. With narrowed eyes, you gave the middle finger in Mini's general direction. "Thanks for helping, you ass," you muttered. Some twigs snapped in response. 

It only took a minute to grab the things you needed and within 15 minutes you were back. The Red Menace was sitting next to Killer, cross-legged, with a jar tipped back into his mouth. Y/C/E flicked to the other empty jars on the ground next to him and your temper flared. "HEY! What in the hell do you think you're doing, helping yourself to my food?" For just a second, he looked like a boy who got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. 

A look of guilt flashed across his face before it was replaced with a scowl. "I was fucking hungry." 

Tossing your things to the ground next to Killer, you flopped down with a huff. "Yeah well. You better get used to it." Orange eyes watched you intently as you took out some sinew and a needle made from a tiny rib bones. Expertly, you threaded your needle and decided to start on the leg wound. It was still nice and clean under the cloth from earlier. You repositioned the flesh to properly plan your stitches. It was a little jagged, but it wouldn't be difficult. Plenty of time had passed on the island, you had your fair share of injuries with only yourself to fix them. Probably good thing he's out because this is gonna hurt a little. With deft hands, you worked at closing the gash. Your eyes flicked between what you were doing and Kid. His knuckles were white and he was craning his neck to watch what you were doing. "Can you do something other than hover? Something productive?" His scowl deepened at that so you were taking it as a "no". He wasn't making you nervous. Actually he was kind of annoying you. You finished stitching Killer's leg within the next few minutes and bit the excess off. Examining the finished product, you nodded, satisfied. 

A deep sigh left the captain across from you. Was he holding his breath? Is he really that worried? That's actually... Not what you expected. Cute even. Cute wasn't the right word. Refreshing, that even the ruthless Captain Kid seemed to care this much over his partner. For the first time, you noticed that along with the empty food jars, Kid had grabbed his first mate's broken mask too.

You shifted over to move behind Killer's head, gently lifting it to be propped up on your crossed legs and trying to sort through the blond mane to map the entirety of the laceration. God there's so much hair. "I think I might have to cut some of it away." You were talking to yourself, but you felt the giant next to you bristle.

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT." 

"I am right next to you. You don't have to yell." If your hands weren't occupied separating Killer's hair, you might have thrown them. You looked him up and down, with a scowl to match his own. "Seriously, go make yourself useful. Find something to eat, since you ruined my dinner." Naturally, your voice had authority in it. You did used to have a crew of your own after all. 

Kid must have picked up on it. "Oh? You know who I am and you still think you can give me an order?" His head was cocked to the side. 

You got your needle ready again, only briefly considering stabbing him, before starting to mend Killer's head. So he wants to play this game...  You planning on being nice and helping him, helping them both, by showing him what he could and could not eat. You weren't going to waste precious calories arguing. "Sorry... you're right." You sighed. "I'll finish up here and leave you to it." This island was lush, no doubt, but it took you a long time to figure out which things you could eat without shitting yourself silly the next day. It'll build character to let Eustass Kid struggle. You ignored him until you were done with the last stitches. "All set." 

You stood up and brushed yourself off. "I'll find you later so I can check on him. I don't need you hunting me down because his wounds got infected." You gathered your things into the sled that was still waiting from your excursion this morning. "Not to give you an order or anything, but you can put his clothes back on. I cleaned them." The wet clothes that Kid had been in earlier had long since dried with a thin, salty crust. 

"WHATEVER."

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Since this story is based on my OC, here she is so you can have an idea of what reader's scars look like.

AO3 link

[htchnr]

ミ★ unsure touches ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.

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「 ꜜsummary,, comforting is something Ash has never learned or mastered. but when you come home worn out, he sucks it up and tries his best. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, old!Ash x younger!Reader ⋆ written with a burn out in mind ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash sucks at comforting but still tries ⋆ need this old man to tell me it's okay :,). ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Ash no longer snapped up in panic as the door to his trailer opened, the telltale sound of your footsteps stepping into the space. he looks up from the crappy tv, tired eyes meeting your even more tired ones.

" heya, sweet cheeks, " he smiles, though the expression falters as he notices how worn out you look as you kick off your shoes and drop your jacket on top them. Ash never minded the mess, he knew he made enough of a mess that he can't be one to judge.

he watches with saddened eyes as you slowly make your way to the couch, pulling your uncomfortable jeans off before sinking down into the couch beside him. you exhale deeply, laying down with your head on his thigh as you curl up beside him.

Ash's brain malfunctions — he's never been one to comfort anyone. sure, he's patted Cheryl's shoulder when they were kids, or held his friends close to him in the horrific events of the cabin — but never has he had to comfort you in this way. worn down and exhausted from whatever happened to you today.

his flesh hand twitches, throat bobbing as he swallows. he apprehensively reaches his hand out, dipping between your arm and your ribs as he rests the warm prehensile against you. his thumb rubs unsure circles into the clothed skin, the rhythm faltering and speeding up.

you curl up tighter the moment his hand touches you and Ash flinches, nervous that he made a mistake. " you're doing okay, " you mumble, in response to his flinch. even when you're feeling so down, you manage to make him feel better.

the circles resume again, more firm and sure of themselves. " do you, want to talk about it? " he offers, pain and unsureness laced together. he hated seeing you like this. hell, he had never seen you like this before — the relationship was still relatively new, you had only been together for a little over eight months.

you shake your head against his thigh. okay, noted. he lets go of the breath he was holding, a sad frown now taking up residence on his face. what could have happened today? he knows that whenever you're ready you might tell him, but he's also swallowing down the fact that you might not want to share what happened and that he'll have to be fine with that.

he reluctantly lets his eyes return to the tv, though unable to pay attention to what was playing.

" what are you watching? " comes your quiet and slightly raspy voice after the longest ten minutes he's experienced.

he shrugs, " i think it's some fantasy thing, Thrones something, uh, " he trails, he hadn't been paying much attention to it when he turned the tv on when he got home, and he certainly wasn't able to pay much attention to it once you got home.

" Game of Thrones? " you offer, the scenery and characters looking vaguely familiar. it was probably a new episode.

" yeah, yeah! something like that, "

silence takes over the trailer once more, the only sound is the quiet noise coming from the tv. after a while he looks down at you again, noticing your slowed breathing. he reluctantly pulls his hand from your ribs, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off.

he stretches his arms above his head with quiet grunts, trying not to move too much. he lets his hand drift back down again, rough fingers gently stroking your hair. " lets get you to bed, yeah? " he whispers, his face scrunching up in displeasure as he lifts your head and gets up from the couch. you looked too peaceful to disturb. but he knew that sleeping on the couch would kill your back as well as his.

Ash stands before you, reaching down to lift you into his arms with low grunts as his body cracks at the movements. he carries you to the large, plush bed at the foot of the trailer, carefully laying you down. he pulls his own jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his stained wife beater.

he watches you for a moment, brows still furrowed even in your light sleep. his own brows furrow at the sight as he kneels onto the bed and gets settled beside you, pulling the soft blankets up your figure. he tucks you in, gently pulling you against his chest. you shift in your sleep, tucking your head below his and nuzzling against his warm chest.

he sighs, his left arm wrapping around your waist as his hand lightly strokes your lower back. " you'll get through this, " his face twitches at his own words, so, unfamiliar on his tongue yet they feel right in this moment. " i know you can do this, sweetheart. "

you shift in your light sleep, curling up tightly against him at his words, your face twitching with sadness. it hurts him to see. " i'm here for you, always. " he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he shifts against the pillows.

he'll hold you close until it all hurts less, and even then, he won't let you go.

[akwolfgrl]

Pakan no omega part 4

Viktor had been up for quite some time working and waiting for Yuuri to wake up. It was quiet a slow morning over all, nothing to crazy happening, no one needed to die or be tortured.

He looked up at Mila as she knocked on the door before entering, “Guess whos up and in the kitchen?” she asked with a grin.

Viktor quickly put everything away, ignoring Mila's knowing smirk, “Have you seen Makkachin yet today?” Typically, she was his fluffy shadow when he was home, but he hadn't seen her today. She had a bad habit of getting herself in trouble by eating things she shouldn't.

Mila smirked at him, “She's with Yuuri, he's been here less than a day and already stolen both your hearts,”

Viktor couldn't deny it, didn't want to deny it either. He merely grinned, “If anything comes up let me know I'll be in the kitchen with my mate.”

When he got there, Yuuri was shutting the door behind Makkachin, cheeks rosey from the chilly spring air. He needed better spring wear than what he was wearing. The jeans hugged his lush curves, his wider hips, and his lean legs. Viktor wondered if he was wearing the matching panties to the lace cami he was wearing. The said cami brealey hid the tiny tummy, that if Viktor had his way would be much larger soon, Swollen with his cum first, then his babies.

Yuuri turned to face him, causing him to jump slightly, “I didn't see you there Vik…Nikiforov-san,”

Makkachin ran to him tail, wagging eager for attention, Viktor stoked her fur as he smiled at Yuuri. “Call me Viktor or Vitya, I see you've already stolen my Makka.” He teased, pleased that they were already getting along so well, “Hope she wasn't too much of a bed hog.”

Yuuri blushed and bowed, stuttering out what Viktor assumed was an apology, “G-g-gomen'nasai! (I'm so sorry) I didn't mean to steal your dog,”

Viktor made his way over to him, tilting his head up by the chin Viktor smiled gently, “It's fine, I'm glad she likes you, to tell you the truth i was a bit worried you were more of a cat person. Like Yuri is,”

“Yuri? I used to have a miniature poodle,” Yuuri spoke still blushing but looking less scared and panicked.

“Hmm yes, he's like a little brother to me. But I suppose having the same name might be confusing. I'll just call him Yurio. He's always going on about getting a new nickname. He'll complain, of course, but that’s nothing new.” Yuuri's stomach growled, causing Viktor to chuckle, “I've interrupted your breakfast,”

“It's okay, I can just make something for both of us,” Yuuri hid his face, “If you want that is, you must be busy after all,”

“I'd love to!” he wrapped his arms around Yuuri, hugging him tightly. His omega was just too cute and perfect. Viktor let him go after a moment, Yuuri's face was redder than before. “What are we having?”

“Is it okay if I make something I usually have for breakfast?” Yuuri asked, stepping out of his embrace.

“Of course! It's your kitchen now. Anything you want to make, I'd be more than happy to eat,” Viktor told him.

Yuuri nodded and gathered stuff, “I'm making Tamago kake gohan and miso soup. It's a simple egg and rice dish,”

“Can I help? I'm great with a knife,” Albeit it was usually on human flesh rather than vegetables.” Yuuri smiled at him and handed him a cutting board, knife, and vegetables. Makkachin sniffed at the food couristly, “Idi voz'mi svoyu igrushku (go get your toy),” Viktor ordered, watching as she ran off with an excited woof.

“What's she getting? I only understood some it,” Yuuri asked over his pot,

“Her toy, you'll pick up more Russian just by being here, but if you need a tutor, I can offer you my services. I only ask for a kiss in exchange.”

Even Yuuri's ears turned red, but he nodded nonetheless, “Okay, thank you.”

Makkachin came back shortly afterward with her toy. She settled underneath the table as they went back to cooking. Viktor put music on and watched as Yuuri's hips swayed to the music. It was mesmerizing.

Yuuri started searching in the cupboards. He pulled out the devise his mother had sent over, and the scent of a happy omega filled the room, overpowering the smells of Yuuri's cooking, “It's mom's rice cooker I thought she threw it out. She said it was broken,”

Viktor could have easily bought a hundred rice cookers, but none of them would have made Yuuri as happy as the one he was clutching. A large beautiful smile graced his face. Yuuri shyly kissed his cheek, “Thank you, Vitya,”

[gallusrostromegalus]

So how eldritch can we expect your version of Hollows to be? Because if there's one thing I take joy from the various fandoms you stick your fingies into is the extremely enjoyable (cursed) way you describe the gods/monsters

I'm definitely looking forward to all these Bleach shenanigans~ :3

Have a Sample:

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He doesn't sleep.

Kaname just lies there, fingertips tracing over his chest. It bothers him now that his skin is unblemished. There should be something, he feels. A ring of raised flesh, an abrasion, something?Surely this feeling in his chest means he's about to become one of them.

He presses his chest, trying to feel it out. His heart still beats, his lungs ache- Maybe it's in his Liver. You can live without half a liver, can't you? Or was it gallbladders? Retsu had told him, once, when-

He does not cry out. He swears he can feel the hole growing every time he thinks of someone who was ever kind, who ever trusted him, of Shuuhei and Saijin and home and anything more than surviving the next hour. He does not cry out, but he can't grit his teeth hard enough to hold the little whimper entirely in.

Unfortunately, it's enough to wake his companion.

Wonderweiss is a pure creature, and even under better circumstances, Kaname isn't entirely sure he could deny him anything. Under these circumstances, he's given to spoiling the creature. So the small Arrancar had been allowed to curl up beside him, sleeping with his back to Tousen and his face to the door. Saijin used to do the same, when they traveled together, at least in new villages.

Perhaps he couldn't deny himself the faint comfort of another warm body. Perhaps he feels like he deserves the way the memory cuts at him. Perhaps he hopes the memory will finally cut his chest open.

But Wonderweiss stirs at the noise, sitting up. He sleeps at a twisted angle, chest flat on the bed and hips nearly facing the ceiling. When he moves, Kaname feels Weiss' top half rise, but not the bottom, like his spine is little more than a polite suggestion.

"Ahm?" He asks, nudging Tousen.

"I'm fine." Kaname lies.

"Hmg." Weiss grunts, sitting up all the way and patting at him, humming with concern. Small soft hands on his face, arm, shoulder, stomach-

"Weiss?" He frowns. "Did you grow more hands?"

"Ah!" Weiss chirps.

"...Good Job?" he tries. He can feel the edges of his eyes burning with exhaustion, even when they're closed. More hands. Sure. Why not?

"-I wondered if I would learn what kind of a freak you were before you died." Gin drawled from the doorway. "Have to admit, didn't think you'd be into-"

Wonderweiss made a noise that roughly served the same function as a growl, but sounded like it had been turned inside-out, a low, wet thumping from the middle of the Hollow's chest. Weiss started to get up and Kaname felt the bed dip like the hollow had also tripled in size overnight.

"Fuck off, Gin." He groaned, sitting up and wrapping his arms around what he hoped was Weiss' abdomen. "Don't bother, he'll only give you a stomachache." He mumbled, tugging a bit against Weiss, who had previously been roughly the size and shape of a small child, but now seemed to be taking on the scale and proportions of a moose.

"I mean I shouldn't be surprised, you always did have a soft spot for animals-" Gin teased, and Weiss gave him another wet growl. "-Seriously, you feel safe enough to sleep with this thing?"

"If Grimmjow or Baraggan decides to do me in, that's one less warm body between you and The Old Man whenever push comes to shove." Tousen shrugged, tugging more insistently at Weiss, who seemed to sit back a bit. "The microsecond it takes him to blow through me might be your only chance to slither off like the coward you are."

Gin didn't immediately respond. "You know how lucky you are that you can't see that thing, right? He looks like a pipe organ made of ribcages."

Weiss trilled a short set of scales smugly.

"Is. Is it actually supposed to be doing that?" Gin asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned. "I thought it wasn't supposed to shapeshift until-

There was the faint sound of Gin's foot crossing the threshold into the room.

Wonderweiss' furious screaming probably woke every hollow in Hueco mundo, if not the lighter sleepers in the soul society. A high, almost metallic scraping noise, like a knife on a chalkboard, followed by a deep, resonant boom as something elaborate that Kaname absolutely did not remember including in Weiss' specs happened in the Hollow's thorax, and the wall opposite the door exploded.

Ah. The "wonder" in Wonderweiss. Must be short for "Wonder what the fuck that was". "Fuck!" Yelped Gin, and the Hollow launched off the bed, galloping after him through the echoing halls of the city.

Kaname sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating chasing after them. On one hand, he didn't want Weiss to come to any harm. On the other even the effort of sitting upright was making his arms shake and stomach churn. He realized he was rubbing his chest again, searching for the hole that had to be forming there.

Well, if he became a Hollow, perhaps he'd become a bastard-eating one like Weiss and devour Aizen. It'd serve him right after all this. There was some dark comfort in that thought and slowly, he rolled back onto the bed and tried lying still with his eyes closed again.

Kaname does not sleep.

He does manage to stop thinking for a while and is nearly startled when Weiss returns, humming cheerfully. He feels like he's returned to his regular size and number of limbs now, as he climbs awkwardly over where Kaname had rolled onto his stomach to rest.

"Kahnm?" Weiss tries, nuzzling at his shoulder.

"I'll be alright." he mumbles, reaching up to pat Weiss' head and this time, it almost feels like it might be the truth.

Satisfied, Weiss settles over Kaname this time, probably only two arms folded over his side and chest resting across Kaname's back, legs sprawled out to the side like a great cat as he resumes his vigil of the doorway. The weight is comforting, and more presicent in his mind than the sensations in his chest.

This time, Kaname sleeps.

[angeldeviloshi]

(From bsky)

Had this thought yesterday and I'm kinda obsessed with it rn.

So, Angel Devil getting separated from Aki in a mission as he gets cornered and attacked by the enemy mainly because he holds himself back because he doesn't want to have to kill more humans. He gets severely wounded and accepts that this is how he goes and Aki wouldn't have to see it.

A fitting end for him as he dies like a hunted dog. But right before he blacks out he catches sight of Makima appearing and uttering something.

Aki makes it to the scene and finds Angel Devil lying unconscious wrapped in Makima's coat unharmed even though he's covered in blood. Makima tells him not to worry because Angel is tougher than he looks. And he managed to get the job done.

Aki apologises for causing Makima trouble, if only they were better at handling the situation on their own. Makima tells him it's fine, she wanted to come in to check on them since she had to make sure things with the special division are going smoothly too, and in the end, it worked out better than expected as she watches PS personell collect the corpses and weapons.

Aki asks how badly he was hurt as he takes Angel Devil into his arms from Makima. Makima tells him Angel sustained some serious injuries but as a devil, he was quickly patched up with some blood packs they have.

Though that's only because they made it in time when Angel narrowly survived on his own. She tells Aki that Angel Devil is a valuable buddy to him, he should take good care of him and he'll be more compliant and stick with him, so he doesn't have to fear repeating what happened with Himeno. This is what being in the special division is about.

Aki holds Angel Devil close, he could have lost him, he's responsible for him getting hurt. He'll have to treat him with something nice to make up for it, besides a reward can't hurt.

A survivor shaking.

Still shell-shocked from seeing Angel Devil suddenly turning aggressive, going on a brutal killing spree leaving no room for escape, devouring flesh to recover, people dropping dead like flies with a touch, him swiftly slicing and maiming anyone within his perceivable radius with weapons from his halo.

His eyes cold and calculated as he makes sure to take every single one of them out. They were stuck with an unstoppable killing machine.

Devils are devils, that statement couldn't have rung more true for them in that moment, they're lucky to have made it out of there alive.

Bonus when Aki is nice to Angel Devil later and he pushes him away because his "devil instinct" acted up and killed a lot of people. Aki could be next. Aki tells him he won't let it happen, Angel Devil asks him if he's able to kill him when it comes down to it...

Seeing him die before his eyes, by his own hand. Despite being a devil, and Aki still expects not to be killed by this. Aki instead asks him why he cares, it's not very "devil-like" of him. If he wanted him dead he would have long been dead.

And besides he was in a critical position when he killed those people, Angel Devil reminds him he killed an entire village, Aki's lowering his guard down.

Aki tells him he's not lowering his guard. He's just giving him the carrot treatment. And they're still buddies, even if he's a devil.

Maybe it's the nature of his name, but the Angel Devil can be so confusing and contradictory at times. It's an established fact that he's not hostile to humans, but nonetheless Aki simply tells him even for a devil he prefers his angelic side so long as it means he'll have less to deal with on his plate. Devils are a handful whether at work or at home.

Angel Devil telling him killing humans are a bother, it just gives PS more reason to make him work. But he's a devil, so it is what it is. If Aki wants to feed him carrots he should do it from a distance. That goes for lending handkerchiefs too.

Aki simply tells him he'd be too lazy to walk over to feed and sustain himself even though he clearly enjoys the carrots, that's why he's doing this.

He's not dying anytime soon, it's not his time yet. And if he dies because of the devil, then serves him right but until then they could just...indulge each other while they can.

[fl3shm4id3n]

hi ✨🩷

I remember reading your Lopez x reader and one that I rlly liked was the one where Lopez was a yandere and in the last part you said how Lopez wouldn’t mind having a kid with reader (idk it something along the lines of that) so can you write like yandere!lopez and reader having a child

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ/ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: yandere/ possessive behavior, stalking, gaslighting, manipulation, guilt tripping, murder, intimacy mentioned, baby trapping, forced marriage technically, termination and miscarriage mentioned.

A/N: I'm still not very good with the yandere/dark concept, hopefully this way to your liking.

Masterlist

Lopez wants a family, he's always dreamed about having a family. And why not with you? The love of his life. He'd day dream about you and him being married, living together. As well as with a kid or two. Just the thought of you carrying his child, made him go even more feral.

So he thought of a plan, his plan was to baby trap you. He'd poke holes in the condoms and even hide your birth control if you took any. Not only that, but if you were to be intimate without protection, he'd say he would pull out. But he didn't. If you wanted to take a plan b pill, he'd go to 'get' it for you. Only to give you something else that isn't the plan b.

Once you find out you were pregnant, you had no idea on what to do but tell Lopez. Since it took two to make a baby. You were freaking out the whole time since you didn't plan on having the baby specially since you were on a whole different planet.

Lopez was as happy as ever, his plan finally worked. You were going to have his baby, his flesh and blood, but he didn't show his exactment just yet. He consoled you and told you that it'll be okay. He'd say that he'll support you in any decision you'd make.

If you wanted to terminate the pregnancy, that's fine. He'll support your decision. But the whole time he'd tell you that 'It would have been his dream to be a father' or say 'Just imagine how great of a mother you'd be.' He'll be gaslighting you the whole time, until you finally agree to have the baby.

Not only is he considering that, but if you were to suffer a miscarriage. He'd be there for you and help you heal. Already planning on doing his plan all over again. He is very patient and will do it all over again until he gets what he wants.

Before moving any further, you and him got married. At first you weren't so sure, but Lopez had convinced you that you and him had to get married so that the baby could have both it's parents. So, you got married, it was a simple and small court wedding. You had become Mrs. Lopez. (Since he wanted you to have his last name).

Lopez had asked you to stop working, he said that it wasn't good for you or the baby. Basically wanted you to be a stay at home wife and mother, looking after the house and baby. If you choose to work, he'd go on and on about how it'll harm the baby since it needs its mother's love and care. You ended up staying at home, to watch over the house and baby.

The whole pregnancy, Lopez was sickeningly and overly sweet. It felt almost weird. He'd talk to the baby bump, feel the baby kicking, and even buy stuff or find a way to get stuff for the baby. He really wishes to have a son, since he grew up with sisters. But if he were to have a daughter, he'd love that to.

He'd go with you to your check ups and make sure everything was going good for you and the baby. If you were to have twins, or triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets. Even better for him. But you found out that you were only having one baby, which was fine too. At least it was HIS baby you were having.

When your baby was born, Lopez was so happy. Finally, his child was born. The child he's been longing for a while. Since he began to date you. The whole time, he held the baby close to him, barely letting you hold your child. After some time, he let you hold your baby. Except, he'd be stuck to you, not leaving you or the baby alone.

If you were to have a boy. Lopez would be the father to teach his son manly things. For example, stuff about cars, tools, building things, and everything else considered manly. You'd often tell him that your son was only a couple months old, but he'd insist that they had to be taught at a young age.

If you were to have a girl. She'd be the light of his life. Often commenting how she looks like his mother and named her after his mother. He'd spent a lot of time with his daughter, wanting to show her that he'd be only man in her life that'll love and protect her. Just like any father would do for his father.

Ever since you got married and had your child, he became even more possessive and slight controlling. For example, he'd out security cameras in the out of your small apartment. He says for safety reasons, but in reality he was watching you and the baby.

If you wanted to go out to get things for the apartment, he'd tell you to send him your location and keep track of you and the baby. You know, to keep you safe. (Or to make sure that you're not seen anyone behind his back. Because if you did, he'd get rid of them and forgive you, since you were still his wife and mother of his child.)

[copperbadge]

Ancient Roman jewelry lost in the bath! My favourite juxtaposition of art, history and human foibles. Thank you, Sam! 😊💕🖼 Will anyone in Askazer-Shivadlakia be turning up ancient Roman jewelry? 💍 Or ancient Roman garum (fish pickle) jars? A-S would’ve been a prime site for ggarum production. 🐟🏺

I have been stashing away so many articles about Roman ruins and remains, you have no idea :D They'll find more olive oil than garum, but so far I haven't written a ton on it, so it's yet to develop fully.

While it'll involve a great deal of Jerry and Alanna, as it's on Jerry's estate, it's going to be the romance for Richard, the palace librarian, and whatever archaeologist he manages to turn up to excavate it. Not super fleshed out yet but I do have some fun business with the initial discovery.

Ioanna/Joan, a young teen who we will meet first in Royals-Ramblers when Gregory and Eddie adopt her, has been assigned by Gregory to help her uncle and grandfather sort things out, and she and Michaelis have pressganged Richard into helping.

"Definitely a floor, then?" Jerry asked.

"I mean, I can't see what else it would be," Richard said thoughtfully. "Like His Grace, I'd need to look a few things up before I made a definitive call, but...it looks early to me. I assume you're going to have it excavated, we'd know a lot more if we could see more." 

"Hoping you could help with that," Jerry said. "Anyone got any ideas on how we go about excavation? Who do we call for things like this?"

"I'll speak to one of my old professors, he'll know," Richard said.

"If it's a floor, would it still be safe to walk on?" Joan asked. "Or would all the -- "

"Tesserae," Richard said. 

"Would they chip or crack?"

"Well, they're designed to be walked on. Looks like the grout is pretty well-preserved. Stone is stone -- if it were later they might be glass or terracotta, and then I'd worry, but -- "

Richard broke off, and all three men chorused Joan! in various tones of dismay as she propped herself on her hands, kicked her legs out in front of her from a crouch, and landed lightly on the blue and white tile. 

"Yep, pretty durable," she said.

"Ioanna," Michaelis said, voice deep with disapproval. She gave him a cheeky grin. "I did not teach you to ask forgiveness instead of permission so you could tromp around on a priceless ancient Roman floor!" 

"Joan, please," Richard said. 

"You said yourself the grout's fine. Seems durable to me," she said, crouching again to get a closer look. 

"If this were Noah, he'd already have fallen through a sinkhole," Michaelis said to Jerry.

"If this were Noah he'd be much better behaved," Jerry said pointedly. 

"I don't know about that," Michaelis sighed. "Joan, do try not to move around too much." 

"Look, you can see all the layers," she said, running a finger up the wall of dirt at the edge of the pit. 

"That's the stratigraphy. If you're going to be down there, you might as well take some pictures," Richard told her. She nodded, snapping a few with her cellphone, then tucked it in her back pocket, frowning. She reached out, brushing at a small patch of dirt near the bottom, and came away with something in her hand. Michaelis covered his eyes with his palm, sighing. 

"Here you are, Richard," she said, straightening. "Pull me up."

Richard reached down and grasped her arm; Jerry, instinctively, grasped her other above the elbow, and together they lifted her out. She wasn't very tall, and she was still slimmer than her fathers liked; it wasn't difficult. 

"This ought to help," she said, pressing the object into Richard's hand. He studied it, blinking. 

"What is it?" Michaelis asked.

"It's a coin," Joan replied. 

Richard looked up at them. 

"It's a silver denarius," he said. "It's what would become the penny, eventually."

"Good luck to me," Joan observed.

Richard pushed the denarius up between thumb and forefinger, studying both sides. Leaning close, it wasn't difficult to see the writing surrounding the little bust on the coin.

"Does that say Augustus?" Jerry asked, awed.

[jaybird-fanfics]

Burnt Out: Chapter Eight

Dabi's palm lit up with blue flames, and just as he was about to deliver a swift blow to whoever was there, he stopped. The flames dying down as he realized just who was standing in front of him. "Oh, it's you." He mutters. "It's me!" Came a cheery voice from the other side of the door. It sounded like a girl's voice. You try to get a better look at who Dabi was talking to without making yourself known, Dabi was blocking your view however. You could still hear them talking though. "How did you find this place?" Dabi asked. "No one should know where I'm staying." Whoever it was giggled. "No one but me now! And don't worry about how I found out. I won't tell anyone." Dabi sighed heavily. "You need to leave. Now." There was a pause before you heard that person speak again. "Who have you got hiding in there?"

Before Dabi could answer, the person was pushing their way inside. You froze as the two of you locked eyes. The person in front of you was a girl in her teens. She had blond hair that was messily tied up into buns and wore a female school uniform. You knew who she was, there was no one who didn't know who she was. She was Himiko Toga, one of the members from the League of Villains. Toga grins wide upon seeing you before turning to Dabi. "Am I interrupting something?" She says with a sly giggle. Dabi scowls, this was the last thing he needed right now. "I didn't know you were into those types of girls Dabi!" You would have taken offense to that if you weren't "those types of girls".

"Toga, get out." Dabi tells her. Toga places a hand on her hip before turning back to you. "You're awfully pretty to be doing what you do." You shrug. "You can still be pretty and do what I do. I don't recommend it though." Toga smirks. "How long have you been seeing Dabi? Or is this just a one time thing?" Dabi walks over to her and grabs her wrist before dragging her to the door. "Hey! I'm not done talking to her yet!" Toga whines. "Yes you are. We don't have time to be messing around." Says Dabi. Just as he went to throw her out, he heard heavy footsteps along with some gruff voices.

"You sure we got the right place?"

"Guy down the street said he saw a woman dressed in slutty clothes come this way. She could be the boss' girl."

"She could also be one of the other dozens of hookers roaming the streets."

"You willing to turn back and tell that to the boss yourself?"

"Fine. But this better not be a waste of time."

Dabi cursed under his breath before pulling Toga back inside and shutting the door. "Toga, take her to my bedroom and keep her there. Do not come out until you hear me say so." He says quickly. "What? Why? What's going on?" Toga asks. "Just do what I say alright?" Toga rolls her eyes before taking your hand. "You better explain yourself better after you kill those guys." She says before quickly leading you to the bedroom. You look back at Dabi with worry before you were brought inside of the room and the door was pulled shut.

Dabi walked outside, the two men from earlier stopped in their tracks as they saw him. Dabi didn't give them a chance to do much of anything before he was sending a wave of blue flames towards one of them. The other man watched in horror as the other was burned to a crisp right in front of his eyes. He turned back to Dabi, who was slowly approaching him. "Heard you're looking for someone." He says lowly. Dabi grabbed the man's throat and pulled him in. "Well you're not gonna find her. Now, you go back and tell your limp dick boss that she ain't coming back. And if he wants to come and get her himself, he'll have to go through me first. Got it?" As Dabi spoke, he slowly heated his hand while he spoke, the man writhed as he felt his flesh being burned. The man frantically nodded before Dabi let him go. He ran off, clutching his throat as he did so.

Dabi made sure he was gone before he went back. He walked inside and made his way back to the bedroom. He knocked on the door before speaking. "It's me. You can come out now." The door opened, you rushed to Dabi and looked him over. "Are you ok?" You asked. "They didn't hurt you did they?" Dabi chuckled. "Trust me, what I did can't compare to what they could have done to me." You sigh in relief. "You should really have more faith in me." Dabi tells you with a slight smirk, he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. You push his hand off your head with a huff. "I do have faith in you."

"Soooo." Toga's voice caught yours and Dabi's attention. She was standing there with a smirk on her face. "How long have you guys been going out?" She asks. "It's not like that." Dabi tells her. "Could have fooled me." Toga says with a shrugs. "So, what's going on? Why did she have to hide?"

Dabi looks to you, as if asking if it was ok to speak about it. You nod, rubbing your arm awkwardly. "Her "boss" is looking for her. He's been mistreating her for a long time now, and I'm trying to keep her away from him." Toga raised an eyebrow. "And why are you doing that?" Dabi sighs heavily. "Look, just get out of here. I expect that her boss will be here at some point, there's going to be a fight for sure." He tells her. "If there's going to be a fight, why should I leave? You might need my help." Toga argues. "Toga." Dabi says firmly. "Fiiiiine." Toga groans before walking past Dabi and you. "Don't come crawling to me when you're getting your butt kicked." She says before approaching the door. But before she leaves, she turns and looks at you. "Take care." She says with a wave before finally leaving.

Dabi looks to you, he could practically feel your nervousness. "We need to get you somewhere safer. No doubt your boss will be coming here." You look up at him. "Where?" You ask. Dabi gave it some thought, where could hide you where you couldn't be found easily? There wasn't exactly anywhere he could take you personally, given his reputation. But, that wouldn't stop him from taking you as far away from here as possible. "I'll figure that out later. For right now, we need to get going." Dabi says before leading you out of the door. It made you more than a little anxious, not knowing where you'd end up. But, you trusted Dabi. He's done nothing but helped you so far, protected you. You'd be a fool not to trust him.

Normally you wouldn't have trusted anyone, villain or not. You learned long ago that putting your trust in someone would only end with you getting hurt. But Dabi, Toya, was different. You'd trust him with your life if it came down to it. And really, it has. Dabi lead you to the back of the apartment complex where the cars were parked. You followed Dabi to a rather expensive looking black car with heavily tinted windows. "Is this your car?" You ask. Dabi nods before opening the passenger side door for you. You hopped in, Dabi shut the door before walking to the other side and getting in the driver's seat. The inside was just as nice as the outside, though, you could smell a hint of cigarette smoke. Dabi pushed the button to start the car before pulling out of the parking lot.

"How did you afford something like this? Do villains get paid?" You asked Dabi. Dabi chuckled. "You think I could afford something this?" He glances at you before turning his attention back to the road. "No, we do not get paid. Well, not like how your thinking." You lean back into the seat, trying to relax. "So you stole it?"

"Yep. Does that bother you?"

You shrug. "I mean, I'd be a hypocrite if I said it did bother me. I've stolen some in my days." You had no choice at times, besides, you didn't want to add more to your ever growing debt. Dabi didn't seemed to have questioned you on that, which you were thankful for. You yawned feeling your eyelids grow heavy. Damn you were tired. You took your phone out and looked at the time. Three in the morning, it read. While looking at the phone, you saw many unread texts from Ryuji. You didn't want to think about what he might have sent you, so you put the phone away.

"You should get some sleep. We might be driving for a while." Dabi tells you. You try to stifle a yawn but failed. "But what about you?" You asked him. You then felt his hand being placed on your thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down against your skin comfortingly. "Don't worry about me. I've pulled all-nighters before, I'll be fine. You just relax and sleep, ok?" You nod sleepily before closing your eyes. But before you drifted off, you spoke. "Thank you, Toya."

Dabi said nothing, he kept driving, his hand still on your leg. Dabi wasn't normally a touchy person, but he didn't mind this. He didn't mind your touch either, if anything, it brought him comfort in some ways. Made him less tense. Just like old times...

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. There was no point in thinking about the past right now, he needed to focus on the now. And right now, you needed to get somewhere safe.

[annaallicce]

Memories - Chapter 5

Sirius Black x Reader 

-  The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, English is not my first language, so, sorry for any mistakes and constructive criticism is welcome.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 

Y/n had never been happier, she was engaged to Sirius Black, she had given up hope thinking she would never get to see him again, and now she was engaged to him, despite all the complications of everyday life she couldn't stop smiling, Sirius approached and whispered "hi" she looked up at him and her smile widened

"Hi, I still can't believe we're engaged" Sirius took her arms and put them around his shoulders and then put his hand on her waist bringing their bodies closer together.

"I'd be a fool to take any longer to ask, you fought for me when no one else did, besides memories of you gave me strength in Azkaban, and when I left you were there for me" Y/n kissed him and when they stopped Sirius continued

"Yet you are very stubborn, you put your life at risk and you love to make me worry"

Y/n now put the hands on her waist and made an indignant face Sirius however seemed to be smiling with his eyes.

"you've got to be kidding, Black" she raised an eyebrow but had a small smile.

"I'm not" he shrugged

"Firstly, being in order means sometimes putting your life on the line is part of it and you know it and secondly who are you to say anything Sirius Black?" Sirius raised an eyebrow and she continued "at Hogwarts you got yourself into so much trouble it made me so worried!"

"I don't remember any" he spoke playing dumb, she looked at him indignantly.

"Sirius, you became an animagus to walk in the forbidden forest, while your friend turned into a werewolf!"

"That was no big deal..." he smirked

Y/n was almost asleep in the communal hall when she heard James and Sirius coming in, James was helping Sirius walk and Sirius was limping and all bruised up.

"Merlin!" Y/n spoke startled as she got up from the sofa and went to help James, she put Sirius' other arm around her shoulder and they carried him into the bedroom, when they got him on the bed, she ran her hand over his rib and he groaned in pain.

"That looks really bad we'd better get to the hospital wing" Y/n spoke worriedly.

"I'm fine love, there's no need for that" Sirius spoke in a whisper and forced a small smile

"Of course there is a need Sirius, look at you!" she said angrily, then turned to James "What happened there?"

"I think that was one of Remus' worst nights, a week before the full moon he was already very angry and impatient which is unusual for him, he asked us not to follow him this time, but we were stubborn, after all he was always wary of this idea of us following him, but nothing ever happened, it turned out he got into a fight with Sirius this time. Y/n sighed

"It wasn't his fault, we can't let him see that, otherwise he'll feel guilty for his whole life" Sirius spoke making a face as he tried to adjust himself on the bed

"That's why you need to go to the infirmary!" Y/n spoke exasperated

"If I go to the hospital ward the nurse will be questioning me and will ask me to spend the night there anyway and Remus would eventually find out that I've been hurt"

"And what do you have in mind Sirius?" Y/n couldn't disguise her anger, she lifted his shirt and put her hand to her mouth "Merlin! How did this happen?" she now had a surprised expression; he had a big cut on his rib

"Remus gave me a push I ended up hitting a tree when he started following me I had to get into a bush with thorns to lose him, the thorn got into my flesh and when I tried to get out of the bush the cut got bigger" Sirius spoke feeling bad for seeing Y/n so worried

"We have to fix this now..." she said quietly still not crediting the size of the cut.

"Do you remember that healing spell you did once" James asked

"Yes, but it will only close the cut it won't take away the pain"

"That's enough for now, another day I'll find a way to take the pain away" Sirius gave her an encouraging smile.

Y/a took her wand pointed it at Sirius' rib and without saying anything his wound was gone

Sirius smiled and raised an eyebrow "Nonverbal spell, I have an extremely intelligent girlfriend, don't I?"

She rolled her eyes "you won't get away with flattery"

"Now that we've solved this, I have to see where Peter's gone, see you guys later" James grabbed his invisibility cloak and left.

"I think you better go take a shower; it might lessen the pain" Y/n spoke with a serious expression

"I have another idea of what might lessen my pain" he gave a smirk and tried to kiss her

"Really? Even injured you think about it?" she raised an eyebrow

"Of course, you look all pretty there, nervous and worried about me"

Y/n helped Sirius to his feet not being able to contain the small smile "go shower Sirius" he smiled and obeyed her without complaint

A while later he came out of the bathroom in his pyjamas and lay down on the bed slowly because of his sore rib. Y/n looked worriedly at him

"I'll be fine love, but it's already improved if you lay down and sleep here with me today" he stretched out his arm for her to go and lie with him, she went over to the bed laid down but stayed away.

Sirius raised an eyebrow "really?" and pulled her closer

"I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you more" she whispered

Sirius smiled "you never would" and kissed her forehead "thanks for helping me"

"That was nothing, I will always help you, sorry if I was rude at any point you really scared me"

Sirius sighed "I know and I'm sorry, my intention was never that, but I'll be fine and I'll be able to repay you"

Y/n laughed and kissed him, he moaned as they kissed, she stopped

"I’m sorry" she whispered

Sirius stroked her face and whispered "it's ok, I'm fine" and pulled her in for another kiss.

"The fact that you guys did it all over again the next month baffled me, I admit, but at the same time it made me see how beautiful your friendship was"

Sirius gave a sad smile as he remembered all the marauders together, Peter screwed up everything.

"But anyway, you drove me crazy at Hogwarts sometimes"

"Hang on, so you're getting back at me for giving you a hard time back in the day?" Sirius spoke disbelievingly

Y/n laughed "of course not Sirius, but you more than anyone should know that my intention at no time when I go out on a mission is to scare or worry you, because you never wanted me to feel that way about you."

Sirius stood thoughtfully for a while and Y/n looked at him serenely

"You... you... at some point in life you're going to have to be wrong you know"

Y/n let out a laugh which made Sirius grin from ear to ear

"Never my love, never" she spoke and kissed him, he tightened his hold on her and deepened the kiss Y/n moaned as he moved the kisses to her neck and when she noticed his arousal, she asked in a whisper "don't you ever get tired?" surprise they had just got out of bed.

Sirius looked at her "of you? never my love, never" and kissed her again.

[fallloverfic]

Solo Leveling Episode 8 Thoughts

And we're back!!! Spoilery thoughts for the anime, novel, and manhwa below:

The system gave Jinwoo a lottery ticket alkdjlaj

He gets emails!!! I am ridiculously happy he gets and checks emails alkdjaldja Or at least text messages/blasts. Me last time: why doesn't he use his email. Now: FINE HE GETS EMAILS.

aldkjalj I'm happy.

It's neat we get to actually see Yoojin approaching Cha Haein. It's nice to see more of the guild corporate warfare.

We get to see Kim Sangshik's family! And his kids get names and ages! Can't imagine why they would give us that :D >.< It feels kind of like the progression of Fullmetal Alchemist in adaptation, where each one made a particular event all the more gut-wrenching.

Baek Yoonho and Choi Jongin's added flirting is everything. I love this addition. Choi Jongin just wants to go on a date with you, Baek Yoonho. Goodness, chill.

Thank you, A-1, for everything, but this shot in particular.

Choi Jongin is amazing this episode. I'm so glad they added these. The emphasis on his relationship with Baek Yoonho is lovely. I was happy the novel has more of them interacting and sad the manhwa kind of removed it. More is appreciated, thank you :3

Lee Joohee's mom sucks. No wonder she doesn't call much, jeez. I feel so bad for her. She's so sidelined in the novel and even though she gets a little more in the manhwa, she was still heavily sidelined for no particular reason (I guess maybe she's really pushy to Sung Jinwoo for no particular reason and he deserves better? Which yeah, okay, I can see why things turn out the way they do). I'm really glad she at least gets more development in the anime.

I like the show focusing more on the relationship between Cha Haein and Choi Jongin. They have a professional relationship. It's just kind of not there in the novel and not even really in the manhwa, either, though it's slightly more emphasized? Ever so slightly. Here they're really reminding us, "yes, they work together, they get along, they communicate, it's not just Choi Jongin being smug", which I appreciate. Cha Haein's extra development in the anime is generally really appreciated.

Choi Jongin has trauma from Jeju T-T Bebe. I love that they added this. So far as I can recall, it's not mentioned in the novel that he went to Jeju in the past at all; that seems to have been added for the anime, and I don't mind the change here. It's fun development. Give me that angst :3

It looks like either Eunseuk sacrificed himself for Min Byunggu and Baek Yoonho to get away or he died for some reason and they had to leave him behind...? T-T Traumatized beans T-T It's really neat how many kind of quiet/unexplained plotlines they're developing here. Really fleshes out the characters very well.

Song Chiyul and Sung Jinwoo's relationship gives me life every time. It's so sweet.

That last hunter who is not Kang Taesik gets named at last! Mr. Kang! Wonder if he'll get a first name.

And yeah, as expected, Sung Jinwoo says yes to Yoo Jinho's request so he can get stronger and get the elixir to help his mom. It makes sense. It's not a bad change for him to say no and then come back to the weirdly empty cafe to say yes now.

That was a good ep :D So glad the show is back!! Also sending well wishes to Taito Ban, the Japanese voice actor for Sung Jinwoo. He had COVID at least as of 13 February 2024, but he was back to work on 19 February 2024, and I don't really think that's enough time to recover... Hope he's doing better. (Also this likely wouldn't have affected Solo Leveling season 1 at all, likely all his work was long since done).

Looking forward to the next ep!

More episode thoughts:

Season 1: Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8 (you are here), Episode 9, Episode 10, Episode 11, Episode 12

Season 2: Episode 13, Episode 14, Episode 15, Episode 16

[nightmarecountry]

Dream doesn't hesitate as he reaches out to touch the Corinthian, sharpening the angle of its jaw with a whisper of sand in the air and the faintest touch of cold fingertips against the idea of bone under flesh.

It looks... better -- still not quite right, far from it, but masterpieces take time. Dream will get there, as he does with all of his creations. Anything less than perfect is an abomination, fit only to be consigned once more to the sand that makes up the Shores. The Corinthian will be perfect, or Dream will erase it and start again.

He withdraws his hand and arches an eyebrow, gesturing impatiently at the nightmare. "You were saying?"

(don't perceive me. i'm not Officially writing dream but. gesturing vaguely.)

The Corinthian doesn't shy from his hand, but he doesn't lean into it either, doesn't chase the touch like he had in the beginning. Whether he shies or leans in makes no difference: Dream will adjust him to his liking either way. The word for what he's feeling is annoyance, he thinks, with a guilty kind of thrill. Or exasperation. Or why am I not to your liking yet? Or why do you speak to me like you always have somewhere better to be? But he knows the penalty for disobeying Dream, and the Corinthian--above all things, even his hunger and his pride--does not wish to be a disappointment.

So he stays still. He lets Dream change him again (as if he could do anything about it) and hopes it's purely aesthetic, that it's not something he'll miss. He turns over in his head the idea of saying something bitter and petulant, knowing he can't, and stares into Dream's fathomless eyes as his jaw shifts.

Dream always seems to look through him, he thinks.

Then he worries that Dream can see his thoughts, and his teeth snap shut to look away from him.

"You were saying?"

Does it matter? the Corinthian thinks, then feels guilty all over again for thinking it, and then mostly just annoyed at feeling guilty. Maybe he does need to be adjusted, if he's thinking like this--

--but, no. He performs his function just fine, better than fine. He's perfect. Almost.

"I... was going to ask you if I was complete yet," He remembers being made with a smile, a trio of them, and mimics the expression he thinks he's supposed to have. Looking sullen doesn't suit him. "But I suppose I have my answer... lord shaper."

Without really thinking about it, he touches where Dream's fingers had been, then experimentally licks his own fingertips with an ocular tongue.

Nothing. Disappointingly, he only tastes himself.