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i know I just rebloged something like this but I love the idea of some kid's big sibling fucking them into their bed and the kiddo is crying and staring up at their big sibling who keeps on telling them "...Please stop looking at me... I promise I'll get you something after... Just don't tell Mom and dad... Please!!" While the poor little thing has to take it :(
#And don't worry#They got a toy in the end#Also bonus points if big sib never looks them in their eye without feeling guilty#big sis lil bro#big bro x lil sis#big bro x lil bro#big sis lil sis#fauxc3st#manipulation kink
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okay lat request. i promsieâŚ.. skid x pumo just them holding hands if ur comfy w that pl ..
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#AND DON'T WORRY#I'M LIKE. SUPER HYPED SKJDJ#SO SEND AS MANY AS YOU WANT#spooky month#skid spooky month#pump spooky month#skid x pump#fireskulls#ship#fanart#traditional art#drawing#doodles
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i think it's really interesting how the commentary styles differ between nascar and formula 1
in f1, the commentary is almost constant, especially at the race start. at race start, it's super common for the commentators to be constantly updating on who got a good start, who's in front of who, and whatever else happens right at the start. even if it's a clean run, they always have something to say or even vamp on. if the main team can't find anything to speak about, they throw it to a pit reporter or trackside reporter. throughout most of the race, there's an effort to have a continuous stream of commentary with very little 'dead air'
however, in nascar, they're much more comfortable with that 'dead air,' even at the start of the race. sure, a huge part of that is because nascar tracks and f1 tracks are incredibly different, and even though crashes are more likely to happen at the start of the race in both series due to all the cars being bunched up, turn 1 of f1 tracks are usually tighter than nascar turns (from what i've seen - which is very little) and it's hard for f1 cars to go two or more wide like we see plenty of nascar cars do. i noticed that the green flag flew at the nascar race, and the commentators didn't have much to say as the race got underway. instead of vamping about things or throwing to a pit or trackside reporter, they were comfortable just letting the race unfold for a few seconds before finding something to talk about.
it's super important to note that i'm not talking about the quality of commentary, as both commentary teams do very good jobs at reporting in on what's happening as well as explaining things about drivers, tracks, strategy, and whatever else is important for the race. they also do very good at reporting to the best of their ability when issues arise, whether that's a crash, car issue, pit issue, or something else, notifying people about the health of the those involved, should that be necessary. these commentary teams are very experienced at what they do, and both styles are tailored to the kind of racing over which they preside.
but i think it's really interesting to see how the commentary differs from one sport to another! there's probably plenty of other differences i haven't mentioned, but i thought about this when they started the nascar race today
#and don't worry#i may be biased towards f1 but i hate those guys sometimes#they can (and have) done me dirty with their commentating lol#nascar#formula 1#ambetter health 400
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Can I Keep You?
Chapter 3 is finally here! It took a lot longer to do the final round of editing than I thought it would. I should have expected that with this chapter being roughly 15k.
Please pay attention the the tags. The more heavier ones are in this chapter. Also, changed the rating to Mature because of this chapter.
Take care of yourself with this one, and enjoy.
#writings of the void#lustmare#lust sans#nightmare sans#undertale au#sans au#tw: past alcohol abuse#tw: near death experience#tw: past abuse#tw: panic attack#tw: past rape/non-con#it does also have comfort and fluff to help balance out#can't leave you guys with angst and lust's trauma the entire time#and don't worry#he knows he's not okay#but he found someone who is patient and not scared off by his demons
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Azula: I will never go back to you, you are the worst!
Mai:
Ty Lee:
Katara:
Katara: But who do you tell?
Mai: Yes, who do you tell?
Ty Lee: They did worse things than me!
Mai and Katara: Traitor!
#Azula#Mai#Ty Lee#Katara#Maizukalee#Kazumailee#atla#avatar the last airbender#Azula talks about everyone#and don't worry#she's just being dramatic because the three of them ate their mochis.#The three of them took it seriously.
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The Wolf and the Fox, ch. 2
Tags: @achaotichuman @acotargiftexchange (should I continue to tag you?) and @hani-yo
Pairing: Tamlin x Lucien
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: Lucien goes to the River House to spend Solstice with the Inner Circle, and his mate, if they'll let him.
Read the chapter on AO3, or continue reading below the cut:
Chapter Two
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While searching for comfort and companionship in the bitter cold, the fox encountered a lovely fawn.
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There were no gouge marks on this door, no vines. Instead, a fresh evergreen wreath graced the golden oak door, and the dual lamps on either side of it made the polished wood shine. It didnât take long for someone to answer his knock, and when the door opened, Elainâs smile blossomed like a rose in sunlight⌠only to wither when she saw him across the threshold. Clearly, she was expecting someone else.
âHappy Solstice,â Lucien said, managing a nervous smile.
She dipped her head politely. âAnd to you,â she said, stepping back so that he could step inside.
The scent of jasmine and honey made him dizzy as she closed the door behind him; it was like stepping back into Spring. She was dressed in a fitted lavender gown, and her golden hair gleamed in the soft light. He let out a small, reverent sigh. âYou lookââ
âAre those for Feyre?â she said quickly.
Beautiful. He glanced down at the small wrapped gifts in his hands. âOh. Well, one of them is. The otherââ
âIâll give them to her. Sheâs in the family room,â Elain said quickly, taking them from him. âThereâs tea in the kitchen, if you wish.â
âIâThank you,â he managed, watching her curls ripple down her back as she retreated down the hall to the safety of the family room. Her family; not his.
He sighed. He could be playing cards with Jurian and Vassa and getting drunk right now. He still could, come to think of itâŚ
âWho are those from?â Feyreâs voice drifted down the hall.
âLucien. Heâs getting some tea,â Elain said distantly, and rather dismissively at that.
Lucien sighed again, and moved to the kitchen. He didnât particularly want tea, but he didnât want to make Elain a liar, either.
As he approached the doorway of the family room, steaming teacup in hand, tendrils of shadow like smoke appeared around the archway.
Lucien stiffened, but did not break his stride. He should have been used to this by now, but the Seasonal Courts didnât use Shadowsingers as spies.
âEmissary,â Azriel said evenly as Lucien stepped through the doorway.
âSpymaster,â Lucien replied just as evenly, and gave himâand his shadowsâa careful nod.
Why Rhysand needed Lucien when he had someone like Azriel at his beck and call was a mystery⌠except for the fact that Tamlin refused to allow Illyrian brutesâas he called themâonto Spring soil. Then again, who would allow a known spy anywhere onto their territory? Rhysand would, but only if that spy happened to have ties to both Autumn and Spring, and would do just about anything for a glimpse of his mateâŚ
Lucien could feel Azrielâs eyes on his back as he entered the family room to join the others.
There was nothing dark about the Night Court here. With a blazing fire in the hearth, green velvet furniture, and pine boughs gracing the walls, it could have passed for a scene from the Spring Court⌠Or at least, what the Spring Court used to be.
Seeing a former member of the Spring Court sitting there only worsened the heartache of it all.
âLucien,â Feyre said, smiling from her place on the couch near the fire. Her hand was on her round, protruding belly. His gifts were sitting on the low table at her feet.
He managed a smile in turn. âHappy birthday,â he said, remembering the pink cake sitting in the kitchen next to the tea tray.
âThank you,â she said sweetly, then gestured to the room. âMake yourself at home.â
Lucien gave everyone else polite nods as he glanced aroundârather dubiouslyâfor a seat.
Rhysand sat in the armchair nearest Feyre; his cousin Morrigan was sprawled across an otherwise empty couch, and Amren was in Prince Varianâs lap on the first couch near Feyre.
There was one empty armchair across from Rhysand, butâŚ
Lucien met Elainâs gaze. She was standing behind Feyre, as though waiting for him, to see what he would do.
There were not two seats together anywhere, unless he wanted to sit outside the circle on the window bench. Would Elain consider joining him if he sat there? Their knees touching, arms grazingâŚ
Before he could muster the courage to ask, a friendly voice called out from the hall: âWeâre here!â
Elainâs face lit up as she dashed from the room; it was the same smile she had used to greet Lucien before she realized who he was.
Cassian appeared a moment later, grinning broadly as he aimed for the same armchair Lucien had just resigned himself to accepting.
âVanserra,â Cassian said by way of greeting before spreading his wings and plopping himself in the chair.
âEvening,â Lucien replied, suddenly realizing that he didnât know Cassianâs last name.
âWhat did I miss?â Cassian asked the room.
âNot a thing,â Morrigan declared, reaching for her wine. âWhere have you been? Weâve been waiting for you to start opening gifts.â
âApologies,â Cassian said, not sounding apologetic at all. âI had to pick up Nes from training.â He glanced up at Lucien. âSo, what are you drinking?â
âOhâahâpeppermint tea,â Lucien said, raising his teacup. He had forgotten he was holding it, so he took a sip to be polite.
âOh, thatâs fine, as long as itâs not whiskey,â Cassian said with a wink.
Lucien held the tea in his mouth and stared. Had Azrielâor Cassianâfollowed him to Spring and overheard his conversation with Tamlin? What else did they know?
âNes is on a strict diet,â Cassian explained, mistaking Lucienâs panic for confusion.
Lucien managed to control his sigh as he leaned against the armchair, then carefully swallowed his mouthful. The whiskey comment was just a coincidence, but it was unsettling, nonetheless.
âDonât tell her,â Cassian added, âbut Az and I are planning an obstacle course for her. It will be good practice for the Blood Rite.â
Lucienâs brows raised. âThe Blood⌠Rite?â he repeated. Blood Duels were an ancient Autumn Court custom, but they were rare and rather, well, bloody.
âYeah, the Blood Rite,â Cassian said casually. âItâs a competition for Illyrians when they come of age.â
Lucien looked at him askance. âThen why would Nesta need to train for it?â
âTo prove a point,â Cassian declared. âIf one crossbreed and two bastards can qualifyâand winâwhy shouldnât the Valkyries?â
âHear, hear,â Rhysand chimed in, smiling proudly.
Lucien glanced between the two in amazement. âAside from the fact that itâs called the Blood Rite,â he remarked, âwhy take the risk? What do the Valkyries have to prove? To the Illyrians, or to anyone?â
Their matching scowls suddenly reminded him that he was not part of their Inner Circle, not really.
âYou wouldnât understand,â Cassian said coolly. âYou were born with a silver spoon in one hand and a signet ring in the other. You never had to fight to prove your worth.â
âI had six older brothers,â Lucien said carefully. âTry again.â
Before Cassian could, however, a bright laugh carried into the family room, and Lucien turnedârather hopefullyâto the doorway.
It was Elain who had laughed, and it was Elain who smiled so radiantly as she walked in with a rather dour-looking Nesta on her arm. Azriel had remained by the door, as though guarding it. It did not escape Lucienâs notice how the spymasterâs gaze⌠lingered⌠nor how Elainâs head bowed as she passed by, smiling in a way that she never did when Lucien was nearbyâŚ
âMaybe you should enter the Blood Rite yourself,â Cassian said, drawing Lucienâs attention away. His tone was light, but his smile was hard. âMaybe then youâd understand what life as an Illyrian is like.â
Not wanting to cause a scene, especially at Solstice, Lucien said simply, âOnly if I get to bring my silver spoon.â
Rhysand let out a wry chuckle. âI would pay good money to see that.â
âToo bad itâs not a spectator sport,â Cassian added, then sat up and beckoned to Nesta before Lucien could reply.
âSit,â Cassian told her, offering her his chair. âDo you want some peppermint tea?â
How about some whiskey? Lucien almost asked, but Nesta simply replied that yes, she would. When Cassian left to get her some from the kitchen, she sat down and wished her sister a happy birthday.
It was perfectly civil, but not particularly familial.
Lucien wondered how civilâor familialâshe would feel when she found out that her so-called family was planning obstacle courses and making her participate in a bloody Blood Rite. He would never force someone he loved to do such a thingâŚ
His gaze fell on Elain as she blithely took her seat next to Feyre. With Varian and Amren beside her, there wasâconvenientlyâno room for anyone else on that couch.
Not even Azriel.
âHowâs the Spring Court?â
Lucien looked down at Nesta in surprise, for it was she who had spoken.
With her brows raised, she nodded politely at him, and waited expectantly for his answer.
Why did she want to know? Was it merely idle curiosity, or just polite conversation? It was neither, of course. He could feel everyone elseâs eyes on him as they waited to hear his answer, too, even though they were pretending not to. His jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath through his nose.
I want to be left alone, and you can tell your mastersthat I said so, Tamlin had snarled.
âHow youâd expect,â Lucien said coolly, but he noted the sharp glances shared between the members of Rhysandâs Inner Circle. Even Azriel, who remained standing in the corner, looked pensive⌠Well, more pensive than usual.
Elain turned to Feyre. âDo you suppose he knows about the baby?â she whispered.
Feyre frowned. âI have no doubt,â she said dismissively, and rubbed her swollen belly protectively.
Rhysand sat up and laid his hand over Feyreâs as he gave her a tender, reassuring smile. Iâll shred him to ribbons if he tries anything, his smile seemed to say. I know you will, her relieved expression said.
Lucien grimaced. As if Tamlin would ever think of harming her, or her baby. It wouldnât matter if it was his or Rhysandâs; he had wished for her happiness, and he meant it.
Besides, if Rhysand and Feyre didnât want him to know, they shouldnât have shown her off at the Hewn City the night before. Or invited Eris, for that matter. Word of the pregnancy was bound to get around, eventually. They just hastened the process.
Rhysand looked to Lucien, as if he could read his thoughts⌠which, of course, he could. Damn daemati. âDoes he know, Emissary?â he asked coolly.
Lucien gave him a curt nod, as if he didnât already know the answer.
âWell, there goes the rest of the dining room,â Rhysand joked, trying to ease the tension rippling around the room.
âIt would serve him right if a chandelier fell on his head,â Morrigan chimed in, and the rest of them chuckled.
Lucien looked away and took a sip of tea. It was a good thing it was peppermint; it helped his nausea.
Didnât they know that Tamlin didnât have a chandelier? He didnât have anything left that wasnât broken⌠Not even his heart.
âAnd how are Jurian and Vassa?â Nesta asked politely, ignoring the groupâs titters.
âAt each otherâs throats, as they like to be,â Lucien said, more sharply than he intended.
Nestaâs brows flicked up at his answer, as if she was surprised, but she said nothing.
Her surprise surprised him. Perhaps she didnât know that as a general without an army and a queen without a kingdom, Jurian and Vassa were used to giving orders, not taking them. Arguments between them were inevitable, but trivial. They were never mean-spirited.
Now Jurian might grumble that Vassa used too much hot water for her nightly baths, but he would never make her chop her own firewood. And Vassa might complain about his table manners, but she always made sure he was eating enough.
Meanwhile, what did Cassian do, besides making Nesta diet and train and abstain from alcohol on a holiday? Which reminded himâŚ
âHowâs the training?â Lucien asked her, then took a sip of tea.
She gave him a sly smile. âGood. Weâre learning how to disembowel a male.â
Lucien nearly choked. It seemed he didnât need to worry about Nesta participating in the Blood Rite after all. High Mother help the males who stood in her way. It was a good thing he had no plans to enter it himself.
As he coughed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, Cassian chose that exact moment to reappear with a mug of peppermint tea, beaming proudly.
âAs youâd expect, Nes excels at it,â the Illyrian general said, handing her the mug.
Morrigan raised her goblet in salute. âMy favorite part of training,â she declared.
Lucien did not participate in that little toast, nor did he volunteer any of his thoughts or opinions as the conversation turned to training and the Valkyries.
Instead, he moved away from the circle to stand by the fireplace. As he quietly placed his teacup and saucer on the mantle, his thoughts turned to happier times at the Spring Court, where Blood Rites didnât exist, and the lines between sentry and friendâand emissaryâbecame blurred.
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The fox followed the fawn deep into the forest, but because the fawn was far swifter, the fox fell behind and was soon lost.
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#i told myself i would have this up by midnight#so let's just say it's midnight somewhere#;)#anyway hope you like angst#and don't worry#we'll see tamlin in the next chapter#tamcien#tamlin x lucien#my writing#my fanfic
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"Who's the entertainment now?"
@psychologicalwarclaire When I first read this scene in Spider's Web Ch 20, I just instantly knew that I had to draw it. But I was already working on the Introducing Tyrian and Astors drawing, so a had to put a pin on this idea for a while. But I've gotten around to doing it! And it was so fun to do!
#And don't worry#I haven't forgotten about Leo#I've got plans for him :)#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#save rottmnt#unpause rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#donnatello hamato#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt mikey#michelangelo hamato#my art#Rottmnt swsa
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The Dog and His Boy
(Just a wholesome little mini fic about Buster watching out for his family)
(Inspired by Could Have Lost Everything by CreativeSoul27 on Ao3)
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It was no secret that Buster was a cornerstone in the Robinson family household.Â
Whether it be to stop Grandpa Bud from wandering off a cliff (again) or being a trusty steed to Frannyâs singing frog band when they ride into a magnificent pillow battle, or even just providing pleasant company to Uncle Joe when heâs watching television.Â
(Buster lost track of what was happening on their favorite show a long time ago, but thatâs okay. He just loves spending quality time with Uncle Joe)
Long story short, if you ever need someone to have your back, Buster is your man- er- dog.
Buster was strolling the house as he usually did, keeping an ear out for any loose sleepwalkers. Sleepwalking was one of those goofy Robinson traits the entire family seemed to share for some reason. Even those married into the family seemed to pick up the bizarre quirk.Â
It was only when he was passing by Wilburâs room that he heard a cry of pain.Â
He nudged open the door with his nose, only to find Wilbur on the ground, flickering and glitching as if he were some kind of electric apparition rather than a real human boy with blood and bones and skin. This has happened to Wilbur a few times already. Buster still didnât understand what was happening. All he knew was that his boy was upset.
Buster hurried over to where the boy lay. Wilbur didnât even notice him at first, grunting in pain as another surge of electricity stunned him. The terrier wasted not a moment more and laid down on Wilburâs chest. The weight provided a calming pressure, bringing Wilbur back to the present and grounding him in the gentle reminder that he âs not going to disappear. Not now, not ever.
Slowly, slowly, Wilburâs breathing began to calm and his writhing grew still. He no longer flashed or glowed or glitched. He was calm. He was still. He was real.
Wilbur gently reached up and wrapped his arms around Buster, hugging him close like a teddy bear. âGood boy, Buster.â Wilbur spoke quietly. The dog responded with kisses on Wilburâs face, earning a small chuckle from the boy.Â
Buster closed his eyes and rested his head on Wilburâs shoulder.Â
As long as his family was happy, as long as his boy was happy, so was he.
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Check it out on my Archive!
#meet the robinsons#mtr#disney#disney fanfiction#fanfiction#wilbur robinson#buster robinson#meet the robinsons fanfiction#and don't worry#I haven't forgotten about TAGBBT#This is just a bonus little mini story!
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but you made me like this
so if you hate me so much
who do you really hate?
#and don't worry#I hate you back a million times worse#vent#tw depressing stuff#tw depressing thoughts#cptsd vent
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I'm starting elementalists while I'm in a bathtub. How much more bougier could I be?
#twstaddict17#and don't worry#my phone is on the outside of the bathtub so if i drop it- it'll land on the floor
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decided to make a fantasy fic so I could write about a cute and handsome prince aki, and here I am writing extensive lore about the history of magic and devils and humans / elves instead......... lord help me
#this fic is so so so self indulgent and I'm so sorry lol#it's literally just all my fantasy brainworms I've had for bg3 combined with my love for aki#and don't worry#there are a LOT of cute bits with aki#but also. lore#it's not exact to dnd lore though#just very clearly inspired by#btw I nearly finished the draft for the first chapter today!#I fleshed out all my plans for the chapters yesterday#I'm currently thinking somewhere between 5-10 chapters#depending on how I decide to split it#also you remember when I said. 20k words#it's ok you all knew I was lying right#because I always lie about word counts...#I don't even want to say the word count I'm planning because I know if I say it#I'm just gonna spawn into existence the fact that it'll be double whatever I say#we'll get there when. we get there. ok#mmm yes content that caters specifically to me and me only my beloved
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https://www.tumblr.com/gigilovesmovies/774440936192278528/httpswwwtumblrcomgigilovesmovies773307266951
okay iâll explain this as short and easy as possible, bear with me, my first language is spanish
so, my older brother has been a fan of blur and gorillaz and all that for years, and he was like âi thought she used to have a girlfriendâ after i yapped about her to him, so i went onto pinterest and found what- i guess- are these pictures
there are these pictures missy has with a girl- iâll just add the links to pinterest, hope that works;
https://pin.it/zfbQwPSob
https://pin.it/1CquViFZy
https://pin.it/5OPHJDdO5
anyway, no idea if they were actually together but they do look girlfriend-y to me đ¤ˇââď¸, but the girls name was mentioned in the comments on pinterest and on insta today, she posts about her girlfriend so⌠yup, maybe iâm just yapping, but iâm sick rn and had nothing better to do
the girl (@ romy skeet on insta)
Omg annon youâre a modern time inspector Clouseau ,Iâm so so so sure she was at least with one girl
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Vampire Boyfriends (Main Trio)
This is a revamp (ha) to a previous post I made, if y'all wanna use it for fanfic then be my guest! (this is based on a No Quirk/Modern Fantasy AU of mine, so keep in mind that this is all fanfic/headcanon - if y'all want my fanfics for these, go to my Quotev!)
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[ Izuku Midoriya ]
Dhampir (Vampire/Human)
Blasian (Black/Japanese)
Had an 'incident' where he bit someone by accident (Katsuki), so him and Inko moved to America (Japan has much stricter laws against Vampires and he would've been executed for simply biting someone).
Was not bullied by Katsuki during his middle school years, and was/is homeschooled so he is a bit sheltered and isn't a 'weakling' (he will openly show anger and frustration like in the later seasons of the canon and he's not afraid to throw a punch/kick).
He is tall for his age, and has some muscle to him (most assume he is just 'big boned'/fat until he takes his shirt off).
He can eat normal food (he's a vegetarian because cooked meat smells/tastes 'gross' to him), but still needs blood in his diet so he knows how to hunt (only things like birds and rabbits - his mom uses the meat in her cooking).
Though he has only bitten ONE person (Katsuki), he still has the urge to drink human blood despite how hard he tries to avoid doing so.
If he sees his loved ones hurt or in danger, his more protective/possessive side comes out and he will not hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who's in his way.
Thankfully, his English is pretty good but his accent is still noticeable (and gets worse when he's flustered or upset/angry - he may start just speaking in Japanese if he's really flustered or just that pissed off).
Like all vampires, he is bi (though he still has a hard time accepting it because Japanese culture isn't really open about LGBT+ subjects/topics - Izuku will be very ignorant about it at the start, but he'll learn about it and adapt quickly enough to not mess up at often anymore).
[ Katsuki Bakugou ]
Turned (once human, became a vampire)
He was once a regular human, but was bitten by Shoto (this is basically the 'Sludge Villain' incident - Izuku was already in America during this so it got messy real quick).
After he was turned, he had to move to America to avoid persecution by the Japanese government (he does not live with his parents as they stayed in Japan - he was transferred to a Vampire Rehabilitation Facility alongside Shoto).
Pretty much the same as in canon, but his personality is more like the later seasons (a lot more quiet and soft - him turning into a vampire caused him to self reflect, though he still has that temper and is 'aggressively kind' now).
He will push himself to his limits, often not having blood for days/weeks before he snaps and bites someone (says he 'doesn't need it' but he's just being reckless and thinks he can 'overcome' his vampirism).
His English is terrible, just like in the canon (he feels he doesn't need to learn English, even though he's not going back to Japan probably ever again in his life).
He was already gae, but he's a little bitch about it (good way to pester him is to just make gae jokes and watch him get really defensive about it - he is not as accepting about LGBT+ stuff, but he also doesn't give a shit about it either).
[ Shoto Todoroki ]
Pureblood (born vampire)
His dad (Endeavor) wanted to 'experiment' with vampire blood, so with every child he had he would inject vampire blood into them during development (Shoto is the only one who survived this so he's an only child).
His dad still heavily abused him, 'training' him to overcome his innate vampirism which only led to him attacking someone (he ended up turning Katsuki by accident and both were sent to the Vampire Rehabilitation Facility).
The exact same as in canon, the only difference is he's meaner for a lot longer than in the first couple seasons (basically a grumpy emo boi who still hates dad but he also hates humans too and loves to complain about it all the damn time).
He does not skip on feeding at all, though he hates it because he can only get it from humans (he'd throw up and get sick if he got it from an animal so he has 'donors' who help him - again, he complains about having to do this all the time).
His English is perfect, he naturally knows all languages and speaks them fluently (he has rare moments where he messes up and it is really funny but only happens when he's pissed off).
He is bi, but his hatred for humans stops him from pursuing any relationship so he comes off as AroAce (he doesn't understand human customs or social etiquette so LGBT+ stuff isn't something he really 'gets' but he also isn't outright dismissive of it either).
#writing prompt#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#izuku mydoria#katsuki bakugou#shoto todoroki#vampire au#seriously I have a few chatbots made of this#most are private tho for story reasons#and don't worry#Shoto hates vampires as well#so it's not just humans#he has just never met any before he went to the facility#so he is less jugemental of them#Izuku has never met another vampire either#sweet broccoli boi just kept to himself all those years#and poor Katsuki#he was bitten by the other two and was even turned by the latter#so he must loathe vampires#but he'll be a little bitch about it#kekeke
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Vent art
I know it's kinda ugly, but I just wanna express what I feel right now.
I'm sick of this situation, I always try to solve things, but I always fail in the attempt.
I really want our relationship to improve, but I just don't know how.
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm just a little sad, that's all.
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If you saw that last thing, it was supposed to go on my side account đł
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