#Briefly mentioned

[moonlitenvyillust]

The lack of fics on TeleNeo and TeleStratus is something that needs to be personally analyzed because wdym there's only 43 TeleNeo fics in ao3 (and one of them is my own horribly written less than 1k word crack fic)

And TeleStratus only has... 39 fics on Ao3.

But Telemachus's toxic terrifying relationship with Antinous (that usually contains SA) has 285 and most likely counting.

How

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

One Piece Spoilers

I think it'd be really funny if Shanks twin, Shamrock, was exactly what we think he is. Basically an evil twin version of Shanks with inverted morals, values and views on the people around both of them EXCEPT

Buggy.

He is JUST as enamored with Buggy as Shanks is (that's literally canon, do not fight me.). Except he's just marginally more respectful to Buggy. This isn't me saying that Shanks is a dick to Buggy, no, this is me saying that Shanks has had years to learn to be comfortable joking around with Buggy, what jokes to say, etc and Shamrock hasn't so he defaults to just being very nice and respectful.

I just think it'd be really funny.

Brothers?

If you want to go the adopted brother's route for Shanks and Buggy, then Shamrock barely misses a beat before deciding that Buggy is also his brother. Most likely, he finds Buggy more deserving of being his sibling than Shanks and laments over that.

I think it'd look something like-

Shamrock, sighing, watching Buggy: If only my blood kin was as spectacular and deserving of my pedigree as my adopted brother is.

Crocodile, absolutely doesn't wanna be here, watching Buggy juggle his own head while Richie throws fire at him: Are you on actual crack?

Shamrock, scoffing: You lower beings wouldn't understand. People like us are above the rest of you and while my inferior estranged brother prefers acting like rabble, my clearly exceptional adopted brother is clearly better than the likes of you.

[In the background, you can see that Richie has stolen Buggy's head. Buggy is angrily attempting to use Cabaji as a makeshift sword against Richie while Mohji is attempting to only set Cabaji on fire instead of the deck. He is failing.]

Crocodile, watching this go down, would be more offended by Shamrock if he wasn't still in shock at this being about fucking Buggy: I repeat. Are you on actual crack?

Shuggy/Definitely Divorced?

On the other hand if you go for more Shuggy, or as I like to call it, 'Somehow VERY divorced despite the fact that there was no way they could've ever gotten married', then I offer Shamrock having a puppy crush on Buggy that he doesn't even hide. He meets Buggy and instantly falls in love. Everything that man does is through rose tinted glasses now.

He's a pirate? He clearly holds a large position and everyone that follows him either adores him or fears him, so what?!

He has a crew full of people that are incredibly odd? Who gives a shit, Shank's crew is much weirder and all of Buggy's crew listens and respects him unconditionally so really Buggy is just amazing at choosing subordinates-

He steals from the rich only to hoard money himself? If those rich people were able to get their money stolen then they deserved that! Good on Buggy for keeping money away from idiots who don't know how to keep it!

Honestly, if he heard from either Buggy or someone else that Buggy has had a long standing grudge against Shanks and that was just the final nail in the coffin for him.

How Buggy would react to any of this is up to y'all but I do know that whether you think of them as brothers, in love or a secret third thing, Shanks immediate reaction to learning this would genuinely be murder.

[duskmoonseve]

By me lol

[thr0wnawayy]

Dissecting the Jaku General Hospital Disaster and MHA's failures with complexity

Ahhh, The Jaku Hospital Raid. The point where MHA's story went from it's ever increasing decline to throwing itself right off a cliff.

(boooring)

I think most can agree this event was a travesty writing/plot wise, but how about all of those in regards to MHA's setting. Well that's what I'd like to discuss.

Point 1: A Goal Without a Plan is a Dream

The plan summed up is "fuck around and find out".

The heroes came in to uncharted enemy territory relying soley on brute force, broke a bunch of equipment that did God knows what (for all they knew, it could have been lethal*).

Then they proceed to shoot themselves in the foot by getting too cocky, despite knowing that Shigaraki was undergoing some sort of procedure. X-less shoots a machine that for all he knew could have been a bomb or generator. Why?, because he had a "bad feeling".

* I'm talking potential toxic fumes, gas leaks, accidental combustion, etc

Now let's focus on the evacuation effort...

Oh.

Oh FUCK!

That's it!?. A couple hundred dozen heroes and a select handful of first and third year's.

One of whom, mind you, is strictly combat oriented by the (extremely niche) capabilities of his quirk. What can Bakugo actually do here?, in the worst case scenario (being Shigaraki's awakening) he's limited to one arm and two legs (maybe his mouth?). That will further drag him down due to his quirk relying on both hands to be viable.

And we see this!

Moving along.

Another thing they didn't count on was outside help. The moment Gigantomechia arrives, it throws another curve ball. With the only reason for their survival being Dues-Ex-Machina Best "Dirty laundry" Jeanist.

They failed in the end anyways because a large portion of the LOV+ the MLA escaped.

Point 2: Organisms Used for Nefarious Means

I will keep this section brief

Nomu are in my opinion one of the biggest wastes of potential MHA produced. Going from being unnatural goliaths capable of striking dread into the hearts of even the long standing No1 Hero, to being undead cannonfodder that heroes can beat up so the audience doesn't question their ethics or (lack of) morality.

It is a sheer miracle that the Nomu didn't leave the heroes worse for wear. This is again more due to Hori relying too heavily on "convince" and not enough on in-world solutions, but I digress.

The Nomu should have been the biggest threat and again, the heroes failed to account for this. They had no way of knowing, sure.

But they should have accounted this early on. What about the civilians, evacuating them isn't enough as seen in Hosu. I mean they were walking into a lab and they had dealt with Nomu facilties before (Kamino)

Were there inpatients during the raid? and if so were they evacuated or did the Heroes say "fuck it." Given what eas allowed at Central Hospital I wouldn't put it past them.

Point 3: A civilians point of view.

I want you to imagine for a moment: You're a civilian and your whole life, you've been told how wonderful heroes are and how they'll always be there, after all they're heroes.

Sure, they may dictate what quirks are "in" and maaaybe they have a tad to much influence over your average person but they're licensed and your not.

Why question it?

Then one day everyone and everything you've known is just blown away. Heroes barge into your house and begin scrambling to get you and your family out of your house before something happens, they dont tell you what.

It is a sloppy and hurried effort, your life's belongings tucked into a small carryon if you're lucky and some plastic bags if you're not. They tell you it's probably only temporary and you'll be back to normal shortly.

Then the nearby Hospital blows up. You and your family can only watch as heroes flee from the scene, some rising into the sky, others sprinting like hell. You barely make it out alive yourselves.

Within minutes everything is gone and it's not until the fightings iver that you hear it. You hear people (you think it's your neighbors) pleading in pain underneath the rubble, a little girl can be heard sobbing somewhere in the torn landscape.

Everything's been torn upside down.

And the heroes, the poeple you've depended on your whole life...

They quit. They say they need to find another line of work.

Is that what you are to them!?. Just another line of work, a number on a tally!?.

Worse still. The NUMBER ONE HERO has just been exposed by his presumed to be dead son for being a child beating, wife trafficking, eugenist with an implication that some, if not all of his children were made against the mother's will.

The current Number 2 murdered a man for the "greater good" (what even is "good" anymore).

The people who were supposed to protect you are quitting in droves, leaving vast portions of city to fall to villains and are refusing to take any responsibility for their negligence and poor planning that made an already bad situation worse.

Oh, also the single most dangerous villain in history has broken out of Tartarus and multiple prisons have been destroyed leading to further destruction.

This is then followed by a "blackout" period. Heroes give zero insight into what they're doing or what their plan is. Mutant discrimination is running wild, support gear is flooding the streets and any protests are being silenced.

So I'll ask you again, how do you react?.

Point 4: Hubris

Over all the entire operation was a complete and utter failure. I see alot of people giving the civilians flack for their strong reactions, but honestly I can't blame 'em.

The issue is Hori paints the narrative to minimize the damage towards the heroes. (For example he characterizes one of Enji's critics as a snobby shut-in surrounded by trash bags). We only ever see the worst aspects of the civilians because Hori has consistently failed to delve into anything beyond surface level emotion/themes.

Eri is a good example, she should be a very different character. She should be allowed to show her trauma and all the "ugly" emotions and baggage that come with that, we as the audience should see the lasting impact being killed repeatedly has had on her.

For example, Eri should be very adverse to touch. A problem that started with her father and was worsened by Kai.

She should be expressing her trauma through play (think reenacting her "surgeries" on dolls)

She should be distrustful and even cold (especially after Mirio abadoned her).

Her inability to smile might stem from a lack of viewing her self as equal to others, viewing herself as more of an object than human being.

But do we ever see this. No.

Because Hori doesn't let us. He simply as a writer, cannot appropriately handle or even seem to grasp complexity and every part of the story suffers because of it.

With the civilians it's no different and as a result Hori whether intentionally or not, twists the narrative to make them seem unreasonable.

This doesn't help when from what we've seen a shocking amount of MHA's main cast are drenched in hypocrisy. The only experiences we've had with the civilian population is through Shigaraki's backstory (bad) Toga's parents (very bad).

It's just not a good look.

Conclusion:

Over-all, the Raid and by extention the war was a mess in every aspect and I personally think the story would have been better off doing something else.

The time wasted here could have gone to any number of things (how about fleshing out the non existant world building) but I honestly believe that it would have been subpar regardless, it's all to apparent Hori had no idea where he wanted the story to go. That can be seen as far back as everything post MVA.

Just, what a mess.

[fruity-fruition]

I keep seeing smooth, pretty hands Tsukasa but hear me out on small scars on hand Tsukasa.

From wounds he learnt to treat himself because he didn't want to worry anyone since it was "so small" but it didn't heal right so there are vague, pinkish lines on his hands. He cut/burned himself while cooking, he accidentally tripped and fell when no one was there, etc.

He heard his parents worry about his safety, so he ended up keeping the "little accidents" to himself. But if anyone looks closely, really really closely, they can see thin pale lines on them.

Rui only realized the scars when he was feeling self-conscious about his own scarred hands, more visible scars from his machinery and stuff. He felt insecure holding such smooth and perfect hands in his.

But they aren't smooth, he realizes. They're bumpy? Mildly rough only in some areas. He realizes that neither of their hands are perfect. He grips tighter anyways

[fluffyluckyvampire]

Somthing gone wrong...

Short, and a warm-up. Not beta read.

TW Mc fucking dies(?) angst writing body horror (idk if this really counts as body horror but better safe than sorry)

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Mc sat slumped against a tree in the devildom forest, limbs starting to elongate, joints popping and twisting into unnatural angles; their skin stretching into something non human When they dared to speak they found that their vocal cords could not be controlled in a way they were used to, barely able to let out whimpers and croaks… MC gave up on trying to get home and their body no longer felt human. They heaved as it got harder and harder for their lungs to function under the pressure they felt in their chest.

None of this was as bad as the pain of slipping away from humanity. Thoughts that felt more like mindless instinct began to invade MC's body like a plague unable to think in their own voice at some point, the most they could do was think through emotion, they desperately tried to keep the memories of their loved ones… soon that faded to only the faces of the demons, angels and human in their life down here in the devildom remained and when those began to fade they tried to at least remember the general shape of each one of them…. 

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Asmodeus had only looked at his hand to make sure his nails were still looking perfect… and out of boredom but suddenly the meeting between the student council members turned into pure chaos as soon as asmo screamed the words “MCs mark is fading!” causing every brother to look at their own marks, which were all indeed fading. A sign something was deeply wrong

[limehaspassed]

Perfectection

(Leon Kennedy x Chubby F!Reader)

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In which Leon Kennedy shows you everything he loves about you. <3

Inspired by my pookie bear, I love you and thank you for feeding into my obsession. Love you @illaxeem

CW: NSFW ,, Voyeurism ,, Cunnilingus ,, Mirror Sex ,, Hair Pulling ,, Praise Kink (briefly mentioned) ,, Light Mention of Body Dysmorphia ,, Body Praise

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It was later on in the night when you finally got the chance to sit down, your day spent cleaning and rearranging things to your liking. You had been unhappy with the state of the house for a while so you decided to change it up. Now, after twelve hours of moving things around, you were finally done. You were beyond sure that you pulled a few muscles in the process.

For a while, you sat on the couch and rested your eyes, that was until you heard a key in the door. Immediately you jumped up, excited to show your boyfriend what you had done while he was at work. When he left earlier that morning, he had noticed you cleaning, he hadn’t noticed your plans of moving everything this way and that.

“Welcome home, dear.” You greeted as Leon walked through the entryway, the door closing behind him.

He gave a sluggish smile, he was also in the same state as you, exhausted. You gave him a soft smile and helped him slip his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“You alright?” You asked quietly, a slight hum to your voice.

Leon nodded against you. “Yeah. How was your day without me?” He asked in return, a slight tease to his voice. He knew that you didn’t like to be separated from him.

“Actually, it was rather pleasant, I got so much done. Do you want to see?” You replied to Leon’s surprise. You were always quick to complain about him working too much and not spending enough time with you during the day, yet now you aren’t complaining, in fact you almost seem thankful.

“Sure, show me what you did.” He let go of you, standing up straight. He wore a soft smile, his eyes warm and sleepy.

You grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. “Look.” You said, motioning to a completely rearranged living room, nothing was left untouched, even the small plants that were arranged on the coffee table.

“Oh.”

“Do you not like it?” Your face fell a bit.

“No, no. I like it, I just wasn’t expecting that. How’d you move all of that? I know for sure that the couch is heavy, I was the one that had to bring it in here.” He was confused on how you did this all on your own. You weren’t weak, he knew that, but you certainly weren’t as strong as him, you didn’t have the same training he did.

You chuckled again and punched his shoulder lightly. “I’ve been working out.”

“When?”

“What? Do you want to work out with me? I’m sure you would love to see that.” You ask teasingly.

“If you’re offering.” He replied bluntly.

You give a quick laugh and walk towards the kitchen and dining room, expecting him to follow. He did.

“Now, what would my big, strong cop like for dinner?” You asked, turning to look at him with a wink.

He chuckled at your tone and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you would like. I’m not in the mood for anything specific.” He explains, taking a seat at the table. He leaned back into the chair with a sigh, closing his eyes.

“Alright. How about turkey wraps?” You asked to which he hummed in response.

You started making them quietly, you didn’t want to disturb Leon. His job was oftentimes loud and all he wanted when he got home was peace and quiet. You respected this and always tried your best to remain quiet, keeping your voice soft and low. He never said anything about this but you knew he appreciated it.

It didn’t take long for dinner to be made. You plated the wraps and walked over to the table, setting one down in front of Leon and one in front of where you sat. You took your seat and waited for Leon to open his eyes before eating. When he opened them, he flashed you a gentle smile and began eating, you did the same.

“So what did you have for lunch?” He asked casually.

“Oh. I forgot to eat lunch.” You replied hesitantly.

Leon looked up at you, his eyes serious. “You have to eat lunch babe, it’s unhealthy not too.”

“I know, I was just distracted. I swear, nothing else made me not eat.” You explained to which Leon calmed down a bit.

“Just try to eat something for me tomorrow alright. I’ll be home tomorrow so I can make you up something good.” He offered.

You nodded and continued eating.

It had always been like this with the two of you, he was always watching out over you, making sure you ate. Before you met him, you would often skip meals for one reason or another, but when you got with him, he was always pushing you to eat when mealtime came around. He wouldn’t force it onto you but he would try his best to gently coerce you into eating. You appreciated the way he would look out for you but sometimes, you wished he would let it slide. Only sometimes, that was when you let your insecurities get the best of you.

Dinner came and went and soon it was time for bed. Leon had already laid down while you were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your stomach and thighs. You couldn’t help but think about lunch today, the lunch you didn’t eat. You felt guilty for not eating but you felt dirty for eating dinner. There was no balance. The pudge of your stomach testified to your feelings. You hated your stomach and thighs, how much bigger they were than everyone else’s, you wanted them to be smaller but you didn’t want to stop eating, you didn’t want to let Leon down.

You were trapped within a box of constant obsession, obsession with being skinny and obsession with gratifying Leon. You didn’t which to choose, you wanted both of them, you needed both of them. You felt as though without one obsession the next one wouldn’t exist. You couldn’t pick between them.

You sighed and looked away, pulling your shirt outwards a bit. You went to grab a different one, one that wasn’t as tight when you noticed Leon standing behind you, staring at you through the mirror.

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod and walk over to him, he was leaning against the doorway. “I just need to grab a different shirt.” You explain.

“Why? I like this one.” He says, placing his hands on your hips.

“Don’t say that when you don’t mean it.” You replied, removing his hands from your hips.

He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. “And how would you know what I like and don’t like?” He asks curiously.

“Because it makes my stomach look big.” You reply, looking away. You felt bad for thinking this way but it was the truth, there was no hiding it.

“Where?” He asks, tilting your head to look back up at him. He leans forward and presses his forehead agaisnt yours. “I don’t see anything wrong with you.” He whispers, his breath fanning across your face like a warm blanket.

You meet him with anxious eyes, your thoughts were getting the better of you again. “But-“

“Nope. No but’s” He interrupts you, placing a finger over your lips to silence you. He reaches down and places his hands on the sides of your stomachs. “You’re beautiful. You know that right? If I had to choose who was the most beautiful girl in the world, I would choose you. You want to know why?”

You nod slowly, not sure if you want to know or not. You were scared that he might turn this around and go the other direction with it.

He slides his hands down to you hips and pulls you even closer. “Let me show you what all I like about you. Come here.”

He pulls you over to the standing mirror in the corner of y’all’s bedroom. He places you in the center of it and has you look at yourself in the mirror. You try to look away but he grabs your chin, as gentle as he can, and holds you there. He then takes his other hand runs it over your body, his touch is featherlight, it tickles and leaves a trail of heat in its wake.

He runs his hand up your shirt, letting it rest on your stomach. He smiles lovingly at you in the mirror. “You want to know why I like your stomach so much dear?” He asks you, his voice a low whisper, it sends chills down your spine.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a perfect place to rest my head an it will carry our future children. You’ll be such a good mother, I hope you know that.” His voice holds a fondness you rarely hear, it causes your heart to swell and a blush to spread across your cheeks.

He chuckles at this reaction and runs his hand down to your thighs. He gently squeezes one as he speaks. “You wanna know why I like your thighs so much?” He asks, his voice takes on a more darker tone, one that’s more lustful. “It’s because they feel so nice around my head.”

“Oh.” You say breathlessly. You blush at this, wanting to look away, to hide your embarrassment, but you can’t. You can only look at him. There’s a part of you that’s enjoying this a bit too much.

He leans his head down and kisses your neck softly, using his teeth and tongue to tease the sensitive skin. You gasp at the touch and move your head as much as you can in his grip, giving him further access. His free hand slips between your thighs, reaching upward.

You squirm under his touch. He smiles at you in the mirror and moves his hand further up and rubs against you. You gasp and grab his arm. You squeeze your thighs together under his touch.

“Relax.” He whispers against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. He is staring at you through the mirror, his eyes are intense, focused, and filled with desire.

You swallow hard and stare back at him with timid eyes. You weren’t a stranger to this attention but something about this was different, it felt all too much. It felt so real and open, you didn’t like looking at yourself but at the same time, it turned you on in a way you couldn’t describe.

You stare at him for a minute before slowly relaxing your legs, allowing him to continue. He continues and your grip on his arm tightens.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” His voice is just below a whisper, barely audible.

A shiver runs down your spine at his voice and you lean against him, closing your eyes. His hand continues to run against you for a bit until he pulls it away, moving it upwards towards your neck.

“Open your eyes.” It was more of a demand than a request.

You opened them and he smiled as he looked at you. His hand delicately ran across your neck before he leaned down and placed soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She let out a breathy moan, a small, timid sound, embarrassment was flooding through her. He smiled at this and pulled away, looking up at you in the mirror.

“Do you know why I like your neck? It’s because you get so flustered when I kiss it. Like this.” He leans down and kisses your neck again, this time with more fervor than before.

Your face turns red at the mention of you being flustered, you’re embarrassed over being called out. This whole process was calling you out and you couldn’t tune him out, he was too close to you, you were enjoying far too much.

He drops his hand, keeping the one on jaw in the same position, slightly tightening his grip. He leans forward and places a kiss to the back of your jaw, just under your ear. He nibbles on the skin, causing another moan to escape your mouth.

“Oh those noises of yours are so divine, my love.” He whispers against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Your eyes go wide but not because he complimented you, no because of how turned on you were by his praise. It struck a chord with you, a chord you didn’t know existed until now.

Leon then readjusted his grip on your jaw, tilting your head up slightly. “You know what I like about your jaw? It’s a perfect spot to place my lips. It’s also perfect for grabbing.” He explained in a low voice, his lips so close to your ear that it almost felt like he was kissing it.

You watched him through the mirror as he trailed a hand over your hip, his eyes connecting with yours. He was smiling, always he was smiling at you. God, you wished you could marry that smile already.

He then let go of your jaw for a moment, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your shirt with both hands, he pulled it over your head, letting it fall towards the floor afterwards. He then reaches up and grabs both of your breasts.

“You know why I like your boobs?” He asks, gently massaging them. “It’s because they’re the perfect place to lay my head, plus they fit so perfectly in my hands. It's like they were made for me and only me.” A hint of possessiveness enters his voice as he says this, a glint of dominance clear in his eyes.

You lean back against him, relaxing into his touch. That is until he drops his hands, stepping away from you for a minute. He smiles at you through the mirror, a wicked and twisted smile, one sure to turn your stomach with anxiety.

“Turn to face me and lay on your back.” He demanded gently, his smile softening slightly as he noticed your anxious attitude.

You did as told, looking up at him confused as to what he had in mind. He sits on his knees at the end of your feet and leans over you. He takes his hand and tilts your head back until you could see yourself in the mirror, your view upside down now.

“Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes.” He commands, kissing your chin before moving back to an upright position.

Taking the fabric of your pants in hand, he tugs them down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them to the side. He does the same thing with your underwear, exposing the cold air to your lower regions.

You try your best not to look away as he turns to look back at you, his smile ever so present.

“You look so beautiful, my love. I hope you’ll be able to see just how beautiful you really are.” He speaks softly, his thumb caressing your inner thigh. He then spreads your thighs apart and wraps them around his neck as he leans down, pressing a warm kiss against you.

You gasp, his eyes flickering up to capture yours for a second before he runs his tongue against you, causing a low moan to escape you. He takes a moment to enjoy your moan, savoring the sound before continuing, running his tongue along your clit.

You clench your hands as he continues to run his tongue against your clit, your mouth hanging open as you moan. Your eyes stared at the top of his head, his hair falling in front of his face. You reached down and grabbed it, intertwining it between your fingers. It was soft and cool, contradicting the heat that was your body.

Leon takes his hand and presses two fingers inside of you, stroking you in tandem with his tongue. You hands tighten on his hair and you can hear him groan, something that only adds to your excitement , to your enjoyment.

Leon continues, lavashing you with his touches until it feels all too much, bringing you right to edge. Your core is burning, your heart beating out of your chest, and your throat slightly sore from moaning so much. God, you swear you could see constellations as his tongue only continued to pleasure you, that was until he stopped, pulling away from you completely.

A whine emitted from your mouth involuntarily, coming out as an impulse as you were denied your orgasm. He looked at you in the mirror and smiled.

“Next time, I’m recording that sweet voice of yours.” He says as he leans back over you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Now, get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror, please.”

Your face went red at his words, you were always embarrassed with this position, far more embarrassed about than any other position the two of you have tried. However, despite your embarrassment, you did as told, sitting up and facing the mirror, supporting yourself from your hands and knees.

His smile grew as he watched you, a lustful look overtaking his eyes, desire was written all over his face.

He placed his hands on your hips and positioned himself behind you. He leaned over you again, placing kisses all along your back. You watch him, your cheeks burning hot. The mirror, the position, the constant kissing, and constant praise was all too overstimulating your brain, emotions swirling left and right. It was too much, you couldn’t handle it all.

He positioned himself behind you and slowly pushed himself in, giving you time to adjust. He starts at a slow pace, a rhythmically and constantly pleasing pace. He’s watching you, his eyes staring directly into yours. You go to look away but he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back up, you gasp at the sudden movement.

Your eyes met his again as he quickened his pace, pushing into you at a faster pace, one that causes you to moan and whine. You were already denied an orgasm once, now everything felt all so sensitive and alive, every little movement of his was driving you crazy.

He angles himself, hitting in the exact spot that sends you flying over the edge, constellations forming in front of you. You could see Cassiopeia and Orian, all handcrafted by Leon, made perfectly for you. It isn’t long until you feel that heat flood back to your core, your body twitching and convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.

You could hear him groaning, his hand tightening around your hair, eliciting a moan in response. You never knew that his hands in your hair would be so hot. You never knew watching yourself being railed would be so exciting.

Second after glorious second goes by and you soon feel yourself reaching your climax, you look up at Leon, he’s already watching you. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, it’s almost cute.

“Fuck, Leon, I think…” Your words are interrupted by your own moan, his thrusts reaching even deeper now. Your hands curl into fists and every muscle in your body contracts as Leon quickened his pace, his thrusts more frenzied and pleasure driven.

It isn’t long until you’re pushed over that edge, your eyes closing as your orgasm hits you hard. You can feel him cum inside you shortly after, riding you through your high. Your muscles relax and you can feel your legs about to give out.

“Leon.” You breathlessly whisper his name, opening your eyes to look back up at him.

“Yes, my love?”

“We should do that again sometime.”

He chuckles and pulls out of you, running a hand along your back. You sit down on your knees as he comes to sit behind you, his arms wrapping around you warmly. He places a kiss on your temple before leaning his nose against your hair, breathing you in.

“I love you, beautiful. I love you so much.”

You smile and lean back against him. “I love you too, dear.”

“Now would you like to head to bed or watch a movie in our freshly rearranged living room?” He asks, a slight tease to his voice.

Your smile grows and you close your eyes again, enjoying being so close to him. “Whatever works best for you.”

They ended up going for the movie, however neither of them got to watch it, they both passed out on the couch a few minutes into the film.

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Thank you for reading loves 🖤

[hijacking-hearts]

YO! I'M ALIVE! HOW ARE Y'ALL!?

I bring gifts for y'all! Please excuse me and my tendency to disappear!

First art:

I've seen so many fanarts of the scene where Quackity just stares in confusion at Richarlyson's signs. Bro that stream had me fucked up dude.

Second art:

Quackity when he was being taught how to write. Couldn't quite decide wether this is with Cucurucho or Cellbit so I'll leave it up to y'all which one y'all wanna interpret it as.

Third art:

A very happy and definitely not delulu Mr. President Forever. Bro the fanarts of this man do a good job of capturing his forced decent into madness. Someone save this man.

Fourth art:

Today was the first time in a while I managed to catch a Philza stream, he tends to stream when I'm working so I can't always catch em so I'm super glad I caught this one. Bro I got to see the Philza Minecraft rping like bro.

Anyways this is from the scene where forever hears the ticking that only he could hear and then pulls out a fucking gun on Philza. That shit had me shook.

And now for some super messy sketches:

Alright so the first one is this idea I had where ElQuackity would be 'dancing' with his twin in some twisted form of like the waltz or something. Quackity is like heavily implied to be unconscious and stuff.

The second one is just a quick little sketch to show the physical differences between the twins. It's not as precise as I would've like it but eh.

The last two are from the stream of Quackity's return, sad wet duck and then happy wet duck with his pan con aguacate!

Anyways hope y'all like these, imma pull a Quackity and disappear for like a month so... yeah! Bye!

( Oh! Rápidamente! Si usted quieren y'all can leave me some requests in my inbox! Hopefully eso me motivará a dibujar más and to post more as well! )

[plexiglasssheets]

Scout and Spydad

anyways father son bonding with very brief EngineerxSpy and Engiedad

pardon my shit grammar

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Like in Expiration Date/the comics Spy will let Scout tag along or help him with much reluctance, But as time goes on he does see the *potential* in him to make him a more refined man. One day going to sit in the common room to catch up on his French programs. That for some reason the signal doesn't reach his smoking room, he even asked Engineer to somehow fix the transmission, but the best he could do was the common area TV which was better than nothing. He put on one of his cheaper suits to sit on the musty couch, and hopefully, he prays just to catch up on his dramas without anyone annoying him. Then comes a sweaty scout who was probably outside with Pyro doing something stupid. He comes and sits on the couch realizing it's in French decides to read his comic. Spy just wants him to leave so he can watch his shows. But the kid was being quiet so it was better than nothing.

This became routine, the spy would come to watch his show, and Scout would come in at around the same time, sometimes from his runs, or one of his drives into town with Sniper and Pyro. But like clockwork, he would always be there. Having his comic books or sketch pad tucked under the couch just in case. Spy had gotten used to the company, while he drank his wine and Scout his soda. He just so happens to have a coaster at the ready for the water condensation his sugary beverage.

Scout had also slowly gotten into the shows himself, he knew French and was a bit rusty. But their weekly watchings got him back into it. The two would rant about the direction of the shows, think trashy reality TV, and bachelor-type stuff. How ‘he should have picked her, as they would have worked far better together’. Or ‘this is so rigged, she should have won.’ But they’re saying this all in French so when anyone else tries to come in they just hear the two in what they assume is a yelling match, though far from it.

Engineer decided maybe he should try to get it on Spy’s personal TV, to stop the fighting. So one afternoon as Spy is exiting his smoking room , Engie goes to him and tells him he can get it on his personal TV. But the Spy says he doesn’t want him to go through all that hassle, he's fine with the common room TV. Engineer confused, accepts it and goes back to his workshop, coming into the common room later to see what would make him want to stay. Then it clicked, as much as those two like to pretend to hate each other, they really didn’t. They weren’t best friends but they at least tolerated each other.

Scratch that, they did heavily dislike each other is how engineer would put it. When Spy would come later in the evenings to chat with engineer, he’d go on and on about how’ he could civilize that boy’ and ‘if he had the time had be a fine general man’. Or could go down the path of ‘he doesn’t know why he puts up with him for his shows’

Scout complaints paralleled in the afternoons, going to Engie and ranting how he’s ‘always on his case’ and ‘needs to chill’.

But like always, every evening at 4, the two would make there way to the common area tv.

[thebrookesnook]

Wind Breaker Chapter 150 Spoilers

Me when Sakura offered to stay in contact with Endo after the fight with Umemiya and Takiishi:

sakura, sakura baby. My boy, my sweet spring child. 😭

The way I would've called a restraining order on Endo skskks. AND HE CONFESSED LITERALLY A FEW MINUTES AFTER THEIR BATTLE. *Anyways, i have a love-hate relationship with this pairing (read: EndoSaku) and its all towards Endo for his bs words. #NeverForgiveNeverForget #SakuraBelongsInBofurin

Bye, EndoSaku fans do not @ me for the next 2-3 business days, I will cry tears.

Anyways, Umemiya vs Takiishi amirite? 😭 The whole rooftop, the chair was indeed not a fluke. It was a warning 😭. sksks endo tearing up over takiishi smiling is killing me

[cookeybg]

Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, The Joker (more characters pop up later, will add them then.)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 584

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 7 - Gotham Transcends

She watched them swarm, at the behest of their white skinned jester whose hair was the same toxic color that painted her sewers. Born in a vat created by the corrupt, from the same poisonous liquid she tasted regularly. Whenever he appeared he stained her soil in the warmth of the living. Her Bat right behind him, protecting her, called him Joker.

And the jester would laugh.

A sound so chaotic, alluring, her attention captivated, ripped away from her Bat. Something in him resonated with the souls that walked her streets, that lived in her buildings, that wished for change. They would gather, hold him up and then recoil. He danced with her Bat unlike any other, fluid and unpredictable. His whispered thoughts, his actions, always directed towards her Bat. The jester needed him, loved him, loved her, wanted her changed. Her shadows played with the soundless song he wove. Enjoying their game.

Nightwing, her oldest bird went too far, in protection of the youngest, in reaction to the second. Her Bat had been gripped by something indescribable. Fear was at the forefront, determination followed closely. Her eldest bird sat hopeless, her youngest shocked. With rhythmic movements her Bat pounded his chest trying to bring him back. Her Bat could not, would not, let the jester die. Like with the others, she gave her Bat what he wanted, a helping hand. She plucked a bit of shadow and when her Bat cracked the Jester’s chest, she slipped in. Disoriented and confused he shot up, clutching at his chest, his laughter echoing, filling her with new sensation.

She had not known. She had been unaware.

She? …I?

I had not known?

The excuse fell flat. Ignorance did not justify the consequences of that night. What would transpire would be devastating. How would I have known that it was not love, what the jester felt.

No.

It was love, but it was twisted. It was obsession but more consuming. It was jealousy, but it was sinister. He wanted my Bat. His full attention and our birds would, have, paid the price.

Later, bound and imprisoned, he spoke to the shadows. He spoke to me in sweet hushed tones. Disappointed that his plan had failed, regretful. I could feel the thrill run through me, from him, when I would inadvertently respond. A flicker here, a subtle movement there. He saw me, followed me with his mismatched eyes and when he could, he would grasp the tether, trying to pull me in. The jester was dangerous and now he was aware, his connection to me, to my Bat.

It was hard resisting, but I would not be swayed. He was not brought back because I wanted him, his life is held within the hands of my Bat. All he had to do was let me know and I would cut the string, let the jester collapse like a marionette. Though he did not know the power he held, though he did not speak to me directly, though I brought him nothing but torment. My Bat still had faith in me. Cared for me.

I settled on him, dark tendrils wrapping around his neck, adoringly watching him work. I watched him fight, watched him run ragged for me. I curled in tighter, burying myself in his back. I smiled at the feeling, a laugh escaping, unheard.

Gotham is me. I am Gotham and the Bat is mine, the jester an after thought.

I had finally, fully, awakened.

This one was difficult to write. I like the Joker as a villain but now he has a bit of Gotham in him, like the robins, and that cannot bode well. Also, why does the last bit sound menacing? This is where the story led me T_T

I'm afraid to follow the path, but I must march on.

[iamumbra195]

random bleach time travel inccorect quotes from an AU I will probably never write (Ichigo becomes soul king post tybw cause yhwach body doesn’t hold up and then time travels to the Turn back the pendulm era for reasons I’m too lazy to explain)

Ichigo joined Squad 6 under Ginrei Kuchiki in this AU

...

Ichigo: *likes sitting in the sun, hates the rain, touch starved but still prickly enough to pretend he doesn’t like it ‘cause he was soul king for three years and barely had any proper human contact for all that time, has weird eyes and other weird traits from his hollow*

Hiyori + Kaien: *spying on him*

Ichigo: *straight hissed at someone who got to close when he was injured*

Hiyori: *ticks something else off on the list of reasons why Ichigo might be a cat in human form*

Yoruichi, the real cat shapeshifter:

...

Love: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Ichigo: Plane tickets?

Shinji: Concert tickets?

Lisa: Prostitution?

Love, holding holding his broken sunglasses: Glasses.

...

Hollowified!Shinji: *Screams*

Hollowified!Hiyori: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Kisuke, concerned: Should we do something?!

Ichigo, observing: *thinking back to his hollow training and how much the Visored fucked with him for fun*

Ichigo: Nah, I want to see who wins this.

...

Kensei: Dammit, Mashiro!

Mashiro: What?! It wasn’t me!

Kensei: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Shinji!

Shinji: Not me either.

Kensei: Oh...Then who destroyed the entire training ground?

Ichigo + Kaien who thought it would be fun to spar but went a little too far: 

...

Ichigo: *Gently taps table*

Kaien: *Taps back*

Hiyori: What are they doing?

Kisuke: Morse code.

Ichigo: *Aggressively taps table*

Kaien: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

...

*Lieutenants on a mission*

Kaien: I think we're missing something.

Lisa: Teamwork?

Hiyori: Cohesion?

Ichigo: A general sense of what the fuck we’re doing?

Kaien: ... Where’s Mashiro?

Mashiro: *fighting a bear in a forest three districts away*

Lisa:

Hiyori:

Ichigo: ... Fuck

Kensei: *in Squad 9 barracks* I  S E N S E  A  D I S T U R B A N C E

...

Shinji: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Kisuke: Is it me?

Shinji: No, it’s not you.

Tessai: Is it me?

Shinji: It’s not you either.

Aizen: Is it me, Captain?

Shinji, dying because of Hollowification:

Shinji, mockingly: Is IT mE CaPTaIN?

...

Kyouraku: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Kisuke: I’ve been dissociating for the past two and a half hours.

Ukitake: I got distracted about halfway through.

Lisa: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

...

Ichigo: Can I be frank with you guys?

Kaien: *confused* Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Mashiro: Can I still be Mashiro?

Shinji: Shh, let Frank speak.

Ichigo: 

Ichigo: *lunges at Shinji*

...

Ichigo: *trying not to laugh* Tell Kensei about the birds and the bees.

Mashiro: *serious* They're disappearing at an alarming rate

...

Yoruichi: Soifon, keep an eye on Kisuke today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Soifon: Sure, I’d love to see Urahara get punched.

Yoruichi: Try again.

Soifon, sighing: I will stop Urahara from getting punched

...

*The Visored+ Hollowified!Kaien is getting into a car*

Ichigo: *the only one who know how to drive* I’m driving

Mashiro, out of view: Shotgun!

Kaien, turning to face Mashiro: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except Mashiro: WOAH-

Mashiro, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

...

Lisa: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Hiyori: *turning to Shinji* How tall are you?

...

Kaien: 

Ichigo:

Kaien: In my defense--

Ichigo: You have no defense you let Byakuya meet Gin

Kaien: but--

Ichigo: Byakuya. The same cocky shit that tries to fight anything that moves fast enough. And Gin. The creepy shit that thought it was a good idea to work with megalomaniac rather than talk to people

Kaien: You don’t have any room to talk about bad communication but in hindsight it wasn’t my greatest idea--

Ichigo: understatement of the century

Kaien: But I was bored and you have to admit it was a little funny

Ichigo: 

Ichigo: *covering his face because the sight of baby Byakuya getting punted into the Kuchiki Koi pond by baby Gin was actually hilarious but he refuses to admit it* I hate you

...

Kensei: I sometimes drink milk straight out of the container

Mashiro: the COW?

Kensei:

...

Kisuke: You have to apologize to Shinji

Hiyori: Fine.

Hiyori: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

...

Kaien: I told Ichigo his ears turn red when he lies

Mashiro: Why?

Kaien: So I can do this

Kaien: Hey, Ichigo! Do you love us?

Ichigo, covering his ears: No.

Mashiro: Aw, Berry-tan

Ichigo: Shut up, seaweed brain!

...

*Shinji and Kisuke sitting in jail together*

Shinji: So who should we call?

Kisuke: I’d call Hiyori, but I feel safer in jail

...

Shinji: Hey, how old are you?

Ichigo: Twenty-four--

Ichigo *remembers that the soul society doesn’t have the same age system*

Ichigo: two hundered

Shinji: 

Shinji, concerned: did you just say--

Ichigo, nervously: TWO HUNDRED

...

Shinji: What do you think Ichigo will do for a distraction?

Kaien: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*several building explode due to Getsuga Tensho*

Kaien: ... or he could do that.

...

Kisuke: I know you’re a time traveler, Kurosaki-san

Ichigo: (Play dumb!)

Ichigo: Who's Kurosaki?

Ichigo: (NOT THAT DUMB!!!)

...

Love: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Kensei: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Mashiro: Smad

Kaien: Ichigo

Ichigo:...

...

Shinji: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Kensei: You’re a hazard to society

Hiyori: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

...

Ichigo, babysitting: Violence isn't the answer.

Byakuya: You’re right.

Ichigo: *sighs in relief*

Byakuya, reaching for a brick: Violence is the question.

Ichigo: What?

Byakuya, running to hit Gin on the head with a brick: And the answer is yes.

Ichigo, running after him: NO-

Ginrei, watching the chaos while drinking tea: ... Today’s a beautiful day

...

Kisuke: *Accidentally hits Hiyori in the face*

Kisuke: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Kisuke: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Hiyori, confused: What’s wrong with you?!

Shinji: *wheezing in the background*

...

Ichigo: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Mashiro: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

...

Kaien: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Mashiro: They do.

Ichigo: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?

...

Shinji: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

...

Kisuke: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

...

Kaien: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Ichigo: Killed without hesitation.

Kaien: No.

...

Kisuke: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Ichigo: What did you do?

Kisuke: Nobody died.

Ichigo: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

...

Kaien, euphoric from his date with Miyako: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Kukaku: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

...

Aizen, trying to be friends with Ichigo b4 he died: I made tea.

Ichigo: I don’t want tea.

Aizen: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Ichigo: Then why are you telling me?

Aizen: It is a conversation starter.

Ichigo: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Aizen: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Ichigo:

Ichigo: *two seconds away from a homicide

...

Mashiro: what is it called when you kill your friend

Ichigo: Amicicide

Kensei: Murder

Mashiro: Homiecide

...

Ichigo: *looks like Kaien and Isshin*

Kaien: *suspicious but has no proof*

Ichigo, lying becuase he doesn’t want to deal with the emotions that come with seeing Isshin again: I’m not a Shiba

Ichigo: *uses Getsuga Tensho*

Kaien, throwing a table: oKAY, I CALL BULLSHIT

...

Ichigo: *having a chill day in Rukongai by himslef

baby Rukia, Renji, and their gang: *chased by a merchant they stole from*

Ichigo: 

Ichigo: *adopts them*

...

Okay, that’s more than enough for one post

Yes, Kaien is hollowfied here because I want him to be, yes, I really like adding animalistic traits to characters I love don’t ask me why

This is so much longer than I planned but it was too fun to stop

[thr4shit]

It's headcanon time, once again, bitches!!!

Hehehehe- Marble Hornets headcanon time...

(I'm gonna start off with Alex. I might make more eventually, but my brain is primarily focused on Alex at the moment. *I may or may not be projecting, but... eh... idc right now. However, I do apologize if any of this goes against CONFIRMED CANON, as I do not know all of the canon lore, I'm still learning and I'm shit at retaining right now.*)

[headcanon list below the cut]

Alex Kralie Headcanon Stuff

He has ADHD and IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder)

He feels really shitty after having an outburst, but doesn't really know how to properly apologize, so he just doesn't.

(whenever he used to apologize in the past, people wouldn't forgive him, and would call him a jerk, etc. so he eventually just stopped apologizing because he didn't see the point anymore.)

He has an oral fixation

(Primarily chews on pens, bites his fingernails, and bites the inside of his mouth. But he also has a keychain with all the stuff he needs, *his keys, little decorations, etc...* but also chew rings or other chewing fidgets so he can keep his fixation satisfied.)

Building on the idea of chewing on pens, he has a bag full of absolutely RUINED pens that still can write *but are chewed to all hell* because he goes through them very quickly while brainstorming.

Tim and the others *mostly Tim because Tim's the one who notices it* continuously try to stop him from chewing on the pens, but it's so habitual to him that he just doesn't.

Chews on ice and straws a lot, too.

He tried smoking once or twice but hated the smell and taste of the cigarettes. Although he still occasionally tries again, and NEVER comes around on it.

Bigender or Genderfluid ass bitch

Don't get me wrong, I also love the transfem Alex hc, but I personally lean more towards bigender or genderfluid for him.

Likes most if not all pronouns but decides not to say he uses all pronouns, instead saying that he uses he/she/they

(I'm only going to use he/him in this post because I'm tired and I also don't want to alternate at the moment because I know I'll confuse myself because of how my head is right now.)

Gender coded bracelets

Like... different colors/patterns to signal to people how he's feeling on that particular day. Preferred pronouns or even names

(bounces between/uses both Alex and Lexie)

So, so incredibly dysfunctionally Pan and Nebula

Constantly has the issue of "why are so many people attractive-" and "am I attracted to this person or are we friends?! What the fuck is the difference-"

REALLY loved Blair Witch Project when it came out. (When he was 13.)

Sparked his interest for making something with a similar genre, as he found it to be incredibly creative to film in such a way that made it seem "real"

Has a lot of interest in kids shows, but doesn't talk about them to most people.

I'm talking MLP, Sanrio/Hello Kitty/Cinnamaroll stuff, Invader Zim, etc.

He has a perfectionistic side

(I know that's basically canon already, but I have a thought as to why) He gets extremely perfectionistic with his projects because his parents didn't think he could pull off his filmmaking "dream," so, to prove them wrong; he wanted to make the BEST movie there was.

Caffeine makes him EXTREMELY tired, but he still drinks it to try to wake himself up.

He makes kandi bracelets for himself, and had some partially made for the cast of Marble Hornets, but never got around to finishing them.

Tim might've found them post Alex's canon death... and his and Alex's bracelets were matching. (waow- implied Timlex angst-coded stuffs O0O)

He is COMPLETELY time blind.

He has so many alarms and reminders set EVERYWHERE that it drives most people mad.

Constantly needs to be fidgeting with or biting/chewing on something, so he has an abundance of fidget toys on him at all times.

Spinning rings, chew necklaces, pop-its, wacky tracks, small stuffed animals/squishy animals, etc.

Extremely sensitive to smell

Viscerally hates when people wear cologne or perfume around him. Because of this, he also doesn't like most pets because of the smells they make.

(For dogs, when they heat up and it activates the oils in their fur, for cats, the ammonia smell, etc.)

He can only tolerate having a pet fish, which he finds boring because he can't pet or hold it.

He has SO MANY random facts stored in his brain, and he will randomly spew them to people

The more facts he shares, the more he cares about someone. It's sort of a love language to him.

No spice tolerance, but super high bitterness and sour tolerance

aka, starts crying after barely licking a pepper, but can eat 100% dark chocolate with a straight face and like it.

He does little watch parties of movies that inspired him whenever he needs to get out of a rut or writing block.

It normally doesn't help him get out of the block, but it helps distract him from looming feelings of failure.

There are several minutes of footage in the Marble Hornets tapes that are just Alex getting footage of Tim's moobs because he started spacing out and staring at them.

He's too embarrassed to do anything with the footage and doesn't know the correct course of action. (That, and he honestly forgets he has the footage.)

Would 100% live permanently in autumn if he could.

Absolutely feral for Halloween.

[thr0wnawayy]

Kota: The Idolist

It had been 4 weeks since the broadcast, Kota still felt sick.

Kota Izumi had once hated heroes, then he began to admire them and now he found himself thrown through a loop.

His hero had killed someone.

Sure, they were possessed by a rambling lunatic and before, whatever happened at Jaku, he was a villain in his own right.

But still Kota couldn't bring himself to see what had happened as heroic. The villains needed to be stopped there was no denying that.

But to kill them.

Kota wasn't stupid, he knew that (most of them) hadn't got there themselves. Maybe they were like him once.

Kota had been lost after his parents died, no one could understand him, nor did they try to.

Everything fell on his shoulders, if he didn't like heroes then there was something fundamentally wrong about him.

If he wanted to be left alone, he had an "attitude".

No one seemed to care that his parents had died, they only saw the Waterhose duo. They didn't seem to care about the loss of life, just the loss of manpower.

As if that was all his parents were worth. Not as loving parents, not as good, kind hearted people, not as individuals with there own thoughts, aspirations and ideas.

Only as quirks, as Heroes.

And now his hero had lost his own, the one thing people seemed to value above all else.

That scared Kota, it scared him when Midoriya had a non-reaction to possibly losing his dream, it scared him when he looked at Eri (a good look this time) and realized her horn had been cut off.

It scared him to think that no one cared.

Alone in his closed off bedroom, Kota only had one thought: Had they felt cornered too?.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

howls... it's the jinx (arcane) and killer parallels... they're taking over my brain...

Stares at the entire yap sesh in my drafts about how I think killer would have a similar built body to jinx in a human form (not completely cuz u know but yeah not a twink and not overly muscle guy built for speed and agility but can dish brutal heavy hits and moves their body around all puppet like and in killers case can take a whole lotta physical damage)

Also. Being raised and used and turned into a weapon but one as a child and one as an adult and how they were trained and treated by their “handler” was vastly different

Anyway someone should yap to me about parallels

{ @queer-froggit }

[i-need-a-slurpee]

Fellas I've been working tirelessly in my lab to bring you guys a new crackship

Tell me what you think of Yusuke and the green pencil case kid that sits behind akira.

NOW HEAR ME OUT

It makes no sense and honestly this is all one big bit I have going on but listen here's the set up.

For those of you who don't know this is green pencil case kid

He doesn't have a name but he does have a green pencil case (not seen in this image) he's seen practically everything Akira has done on his desk. He can see Akira making his infiltration tools, texting in class and he can definitely see Mona just sitting in his desk. He knows Akira's weird but he doesn't say anything, he minds his own business and doesn't snitch which is why we like him.

Now with this information in mind let me set the scene!

Green pencil case kid is walking out of Shujin ready to head home for the day when he sees that weird kid with the desk cat meeting up with a very handsome blue haired stranger outside of the school. Bro is instantly captivated by resident pretty boy Yusuke and realizes he has to get this guy's number. How's he gonna do it?

He asks Akira, plain and simple. Now Akira is extremely skeptical of green pencil case guy because he's never so much as talked to him and yet here he is asking for one of his best friends' numbers. Akira is very protective of his friends so he wouldn't just go around giving out their numbers to anyone who asked. He realizes though that his classroom shenanigans have probably given his table neighbor multiple headaches so he compromises. He's gonna get to know green pencil case guy for the rest of the week to determine whether or not he's trustworthy enough to have Yusuke's number.

The week is hell for poor green pencil case boy as Akira drags him to weirdest places he's ever been. A hole in the wall cafe, a weapons shop, a sketchy clinic, and jazz club with some strange detective that has some weird tension going on with Akira. He realizes he might've been third wheeling their date but he doesn't want to dwell on that actually. Either way he ends up joining in on all of Akira's shenanigans throughout the week. By the end he's exhausted but content because Akira actually gave him Yusuke's number!

He learns a lot about this handsome blue haired stranger mostly that he's just as weird as Akira but it doesn't bother him at all, he's used to weird people at this point. He's a lot less intense in his hobbies though, rather than having to run around for different part time jobs or having homoerotic jazz nights Yusuke paints! He attends Kosei high and is an excellent artist.

Their first date is to an art exhibit where green pencil case kid reveals he's an amateur artist himself, all he does is doodle in class when he has the time. They're simple but they give him something to do when he gets bored and Yusuke, ever the art enthusiast, absolutely loves them. Yusuke thinks he doodles capture his artistic vision wonderfully, they're fairly simple but it's fitting for green pencil case guy. Speaking of the pencil case, Yusuke loves the color and how it stands out from the rest of green pencil case guy's supplies. He says it's a good reflection of the artistic side green pencil case kid hides from the world, his life is simple and mundane but there's that color that he has added to his own life. Something that is entirely his and proof that he exists outside of what might seem like a greater narrative.

Green pencil case guy appreciates Yusuke's words more than he thought he would. He's always felt very insignificant around his peers, like he didn't have a purpose like they did. He realizes just how perceptive Yusuke is, which is another thing he likes about him.

Needless to say they go on more art dates.

Listen I know it's really stupid but they're important to me okay. I'm gonna give them the love story of the summer. Yusuke and green pencil case kid for the win 💪