#I COULD'VE SWORN I'D REBLOGGED THIS BEFORE

[joffyworld]

WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW JUST WOW HOLY SHIT WOW THIS IS AMAZING

After tons of requests for an official lamb reference, I finally caved! Next, I'll have to do outfit alternatives and the eldergod reference but I think I've finally nailed down their look!

[moralesmilesanhour]

looking the part

description: a college AU one-shot wherein Ekko watches you get ready for an end-of-semester celebration with some of Piltover's finest. wc: 572 tags: canon divergent-ish, ekko x black!reader a/n: wanted to try my hand at writing for Arcane characters :) the original rough draft was twice as long as what you see here lol

A calm quiet settled over your small single room.

Ekko watched idly as you attempted to wind your braids around your head in a large, elaborate bun. Still barefoot, you were half-dressed in a smart-looking white blouse (complete with a golden brooch that had moving mechanical wings), and a long black skirt that revealed your brown legs through two high slits.

“You look like Medarda,” he commented from his spot on your bed, chin resting in his palm. He had no plans tonight that did not include a long nap, and was appropriately dressed for the occasion in a white tank top and gray sweats.

The bun seemed to remain stable as you slowly removed your hands. You grinned into the dirty dorm room mirror at your triumph.

“That's the idea.”

“You want to look like a topside politician?”

The bun quickly collapsed when you whipped around to face him. He had that ‘be serious’ look on his face, a dark brow lifted in skepticism.

You crossed your arms.

“Ekko, don't start. It's just an end-of-semester party, and I'd like to look the part. That's all it is!”

Ekko put his free hand up in surrender.

“I'm just saying, I don't see the point in spending your whole night schmoozing when you’dve already got Viktor vouching for you.”

The space beside him sank a bit once you joined him on the mattress, and he sat up to accommodate. You stuck out your lips in a pout.

“Says the guy who scored an internship with Heimerdinger.”

Ekko retorted without missing a beat, “And do you see me copying his drip?”

The image of Ekko dressed head-to-toe in Piltie jewelry and double-breasted vests made you giggle.

“Never in a million years.”

“Exactly.”

“But that's not the same thing!” You pushed him by the shoulder, “I just think her hair's cute.”

He reached over to push a stray braid out of your face, the tips of his calloused fingers brushing your cheek as he did so. You watched him watch you, intently.

His clear brown eyes sparkled where the low desk light hit them, the same way they did the day you first met at one of Heimerdinger’s guest lectures. Ekko had raised his hand—the only one to do so—and asked some out-of-left-field questions about whether Hextech was especially vulnerable to ‘bad actors’ under council jurisdiction and whatnot.

Expecting him to struggle to be heard in that giant lecture hall, the ring of his voice cutting through the air, uninhibited and impolite, sent a shock through your system. It also sent the professor on a very long tangent on the dangers of the Arcane when left in the wrong hands, and you could've sworn you heard a snicker or two coming from Ekko’s direction when he had to be interrupted because class time had all but run out.

You stopped him before class ended, and awkwardly asked him if he had really bleached his hair to be that stark white color. He laughed, and invited you to lunch not long after.

“I could do you one better,” he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts. He made a circular gesture around his head. “How ‘bout a crown?”

“Hm,” you pretended to think, though you were already moving to settle yourself in between his knees. “Do I get to borrow your earrings? Y’know, complete the look.”

A long sigh.

“Alright, but you better not lose ‘em.”

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[kairiscorner]

HIIIII I LOVE YOUR WORK SM THEY MAKE ME CLAW AT THE WALLSSS (they make my pinoy heart SING so tysm for writing these 💥💥💥)

ANYWAYS Can i request a Hobie Brown x Filipino!Reader, where she brings him to like a family gathering (Maybe like a Manny Pacquiao party) And he’s like having the time of his life- like he has a plate full of food, jamming out to karaoke with his guitar, and like he’s playing with the Readers little cousin and he’s like spinning them around on his arms they’re calling him “Kuya Hobie”?

TYSM 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

HELLO PO, omg i'm so happy to hear that <:DD aLSO THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE WAIT...... ik i said i'd be on a break but this request was too cute NOT to do >:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

kuya hobie brown

your family absolutely loves hobie, he's practically a part of the family now. they love how carefree and loving he is, and the adults love how well he respects your elders--doing the "mano po" whenever you introduce him to someone older, but always remaining friendly with whoever he's talking to. towards your cousins, he's their role model; he doesn't blindly obey what he's told, and will make his own way if he has to. in short, hobie gets along with all of your family, and you couldn't be any happier that he does.

"i cannot emphasize how chaotic your family is," hobie tells you as he wraps your hands in his own. he turns to you, grinning widely, and with his other hand, he brings it up to caress your cheek. "this might sound really crazy, but i feel at home here." he said as he leans in close to press a kiss on your forehead. you giggled at his show of affection, and you could've sworn a couple of your titas saw you two, pointed, smiled and started giggling and whispering to each other. one had their phone out, ready to take a picture of the next sweet moment you two would share, but you took hobie by the hand and got out of the adult's area and to the kids' area, where no one would bother you two.

"pasensya na, ha, my family is chaotic, though... a little nosy." you admitted with a bashful and awkward giggle. hobie grinned, he held you close as you two walked over to the living room, where your younger cousins were playing video games and with toys, and as always, screaming.

"i've dealt with nosies a lot of the time, i do like your family, still. and you already know i love you a whole bunch." he beamed as he kissed your cheek, which caused you to break out into a wide smile. your younger cousins witness hobie kiss you, and immediately, every single one of them squealed and screamed. they teased you two in the classic, elementary style tease, "they're sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" they'd exclaim, and you'd threaten to change the wifi password on them if they kept doing that. hobie was still very happy to hang out with you and your younger cousins, they were a delight to him.

he already had experience babysitting mayday, so he knew all the right and effective tactics to use to entertain these kids. you watched as he went over to a couple of your younger cousins who were playing with action figures and dolls, and he asked them if they've ever seen an action figure of the coolest spider man in existence. they claim they have, but hobie told them that's impossible, because, "i am the only one in the whole multiverse who has him." he said with a smirk as he showed the kids his handmade figurine of himself, which you looked at in awe.

the kids flocked together to see the figurine of him, and when they told him they've never seen this spider man before, he chuckles, and tells them, "oh, you haven't?" you have to hit him lightly on the arm to get him to stop while he's ahead. "delulu kasi yang kuya hobie ninyo, akala niya siya si gagamboy." you joked, to which he responds by playing with his figurine and telling you he'll save you from the killjoy monster that's about to eat you up!

the kids really loved hobie, they insisted on doing karaoke, and though hobie wasn't very excellent at the singing, you took over that department for him, with him playing the guitar. the kids loved your performance together, and he even taught them how to play basic chords. as the day was ending and a lot of your younger cousins had to go, one of them in particular ran up to hobie as their parents were reminding them it was time to go.

"oh," hobie would say in surprise as the kid ran up to him and hugged him, "mamimiss ko po kayo, kuya hobie." they'd say as hobie would hug them back. "aww, i'll miss you two, little fella." he replied. "can we do it again, po?" they'd ask hobie, and before you could ask what 'it' was, hobie agreed. "alright, here we go!" he'd exclaim as the kid placed their feet on his, with hobie holding the kid's arms tightly, spinning them around and around with his heels as they giggled.

you wasted no time and grabbed your phone to film this beautiful moment, your younger cousin kept giggling and calling hobie their 'kuya', to which hobie's smile grew wider and wider. you smiled just as wide to yourself as you stopped filming and encouraged your younger cousin to go home after the probably thirtieth goodbye.

"they really do love you, hobes." you said as you took his arm in your own. "and i really love them, too. they're so sweet, and you... really have a soft spot for them too, don't you?" he asked you with a teasing smile. "well... i'm their older cousin, of course i do. kahit na lalamunin na ako ng KJ monster... you save them and me from it, aking gagamboy." you teased him as he kissed your nose, wishing he could be with you and your family, seeing your younger cousins' happy smiles every day.

a/n: AKING MINAMAHAL NA KUYA HOBIE 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD, i wanted to write more about it kaso i wanted to emphasize how sweet hobie would be with the kids, LIKEEEE, HE IS THE BEST KUYA EVER

[dumbdomb]

👽 ☆ a short story about my encounter (fictional)

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making a new alien believing friend and having a sleepover. after stargazing and getting excited about whatever latest info we share with each other, i suggest a silly alien themed makeover. we're both dressed in the sleaziest, futuristic clothes and our faces are covered in so much makeup!! at first, it's really funny, laughing so hard our mascara gets ruined. but then i'm just so fascinated with the idea of kissing your glossy, sparkly, irresistible mouth... i place my hands around you and pull you in close, barely even giving you a choice in the matter. you only have time to hold your breath, in shock, as my first kiss pulls away from your sticky lips. i blush and stare down at your mouth, obviously wanting more, but not saying a word. it's quiet... eerily quiet, like the kind of silence all those documentaries talk about. i begin to pull away, feeling embarrassed and like i just destroyed our friendship forever. "kiss me again" you say, except... i could've sworn you... didn't actually say anything. "...kiss me." i hear you, clear as can be, but i was looking at your mouth that time and your lips did not move at all... you grab my face and kiss me, passionately. and this time i'm trying to breathe through it, totally surprised. feeling confused and aroused, i relax and enjoy the way our lips keep sticking together with each kiss- undoubtedly smearing our makeup in the messiest way possible. you pause briefly before resuming our heavy makeout session, and your kiss feels different... like, your tongue had changed. i open my eyes and see a strange light around us, my vision somewhat blurry... i try to rub my eyes and suddenly realize i can't move. "what's happening?!" i ask, but my voice doesn't work. i could only think my question, but you had an answer anyway. "don't be afraid, i'm your friend. i want to help you..." and i'd never felt more safe or trusted anyone so completely before that very moment. that's when my room disappeared, and i knew i was somewhere else.

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[artinandwritin]

Thought up questions!!

Whats up with Siri's sisters (sister)? What do they get up to? Have you done any art of them?

Been reading the comics as of late, so figured I'd ask if you've read them! (I'm up to issue 5 of the rob tie in's!)

And for the next gen-

1. Does Siri's siblings ever have any kids (if you have an answer for this one!)

2. Do you have any favored ship with Snotlout? (I dont, too many good options tbh)

3. Do you think the warlords (or drago) ever had any kids? Have you ever included any in your au/next-gen? This ones been on my mind as of late, always thought the bad guys could use a child/younger character alongside the known villains! (Was thinking of this after reading Hroar in the comics)

OOOOO these are so fun!!!!

Siri's got one sister, Lilja! They differ 6 years in age and are in quite the different life stages like,,, all of the time. The sisters are very prone to squabbling because of this, but they adore each other deep down in their hearts! As the youngest between the Hofferson cousins, Lilja is still a bit more carefree than her older sister and cousin. She grew up in a time where it was considered normal to ride dragons, and thus she doesn't really get the things the older generations had to go through before vikings and dragons became friends.

During her teens, Lilja becomes really. really invested in dragon racing. She's besties with a scuttleclaw she named Kicker and they're really fast and really maneuverable together. For the longest time, she had to race in the kids' department - which she despised bc she thought she was so much more mature than the other kids her age - before moving to the adult races when she was about 16-17. Really cool stuff for the kid!!

Lilja is a bit of a prodigy, just like her older cousin. She looks up to Astrid a lot too, but she's a lot more of a spitfire than her cousin seems. She really wants to be as straightened out and cool as she thinks Astrid is - emphasis on thinks. We all know Astrid has a temper, Lil just doesn't.

I could've sworn I had art of Lilja from like. A few years ago but??? Can't find it for the life of me. But!! She and Siri look pretty alike. Same facial shape, same height. Lilja's hair is just a bit more red (she got that from her dad) and a bit less wavy than Siri's, plus it's a lot shorter and often tied up for easy running around. Even if I were able to find a drawing of her, I think I'd have to do some redesigning to fit her in with the rest of her family a bit more, so we're putting that on the to-do list!!

As for the comics question!! I've read them yeah!! It's been a while and they're pretty hard to find online (i could've sworn i had a site link for them reblogged but yknow,,, my blog is a mess and i can't find shit on it) but i really love them!! The whole changewing thing with Hiccup getting hypnotised is so funny to me and the art styles are so fun. One of my faves is the little Astrid-centered comic, the art style is just so pretty.

I personally own a copy of Dragonvine!! It's such a fun comic and I really like the style they chose for it. Of course I've also seen the Fire Tides interview and it's such a loss they couldn't make that one. Was a really fun plot!! I liked how it was a lot of Astrid's perspective for that one. The interview has been set on hidden (no clue why) but if you haven't been able to watch it yet, it's still watchable if you've got the link.

As for your other next gen related questions!!

Lilja does eventually have a kid!! She's really into adventuring during her twenties, but after a few years of that she settles down a bit, focusing more on taking over her parents' bakery, and has a daughter, Marthe. Marthe is a whole 16 years younger than Niv, so by the time Nivvie returned to New Berk, his little cousin wasn't even born yet, which makes the girl one of the youngest of her generation. Not certain on this yet, but I think Lilja had Marthe with one of the Ingerman triplets, probably Brant. They're in the same age range and would probably get along pretty well!

I don't have a favoured Snotlout ship!! There are indeed a lot of really good options - I love my eretlout, fishlout and snotstrid all dearly, same with a lot of others - but I think i like the idea of him staying alone a lot as well. Just a funky uncle figure to all the New Berk kids. I do really love my buddy @nosuda-cringe 's maglout ship tho!!! They're funky and silly with their army of little bastards.

I honestly don't know if the warlords or Drago had kids! I haven't included any in my au since it wasn't really relevant, but when I was younger I did attempt to plan out a next gen au where the warlords/Grimmel did have kids! They'd be at odds with the New Berk kids, but I don't remember much of it. It was back in 2019, just after the 3rd movie had been released, and me and my friends had created a whole next gen based on that haha. I think I named Griselda and Chaghatai's daughter Crimson (very creative of me) and Grimmel's son Arthur. Arthur had a half brother too, who'd eventually end up with one of the hiccstrid kids bc i love me a Romeo and Juliet plotline. I don't remember much else abt it tbh!! It was a long time ago and almost none of those characters got stuck in my brain. And even more so, after that I created Siri and her family and they did get stuck in my brain, so it was pretty hard for other characters to fit into there. All I do know, is that beforehand, I had created a very, very big next gen, with way too many characters, and if I do start spending more brain power on ideas for the next gen now, I'd make it much. Much. Much smaller haha. Too many characters make my brain go haywire. In the meantime, I just enjoy other people's next gen aus <333

I hope this answered your questions!! You're really inspiring me to think more abt the overall next gen with your questions, so that's really fun!! Maybe it's time for me to like,,, actually make a list/headcanons for what the rest of New Berk is up to kids wise during Niv's time. Might be fun to finally write things down instead of just saying "Zephyr and Nuffink exist" and leave it at that haha.

Ty sm for the questions!!! They were really fun!!!!

[shibuyashotos]

Before I go about answering these questions, I want to make it interesting and tag a few mutuals as well since I'd love to see how they'd answer these questions and who they'd tag as well (this is also completely optional for doing either; i'm not pressuring anyone to do it):

@viosvisions @iamverynormalaboutocs @rodriiviro @pencilforge @bahnloopi come along and reblog if you'd like, tag some mutuals and answer some stuff if you want!

My Answers are beneath the break.

for one Amara Alistratova:

No siblings.

In the literal five years that Amara knew her mother, Aikon, they had a particularly close relationship. In the present day at 25 years old, Amara wishes her mother was still around.

When it comes to Fathers, there are complete opposites. Leek, her biological father, she used to have a rather endearingly close relationship with him when she was five. At 25, her relationship with him is rather incredibly strained. Mikhail, her adoptive father/caretaker, they only knew each other for six months, but you could've sworn they were truly father and daughter with how close of a bond they had.

Two events have fundamentally changed Amara as a person; The death of her best friend/partner Lingzhi (this resulted in amnesia, among other things, for her), and the death of her adopted father/caretaker, Mikhail Alistratov. A once cheerful, if very driven woman (even if she had amnesia at the time) is now hiding her true feelings underneath the veneer of a stone-faced stoic so that she'll never feel hurt again. Nobody knows about these events, except for the man responsible for the latter scenario.

Not a lot can really be found in Amara's pockets. Some lint, some loose change and crumpled up bills, no real identification outside of like a kind of battered old photo of a family of three (Father, Mother and Daughter) (she heavily resembles the daughter in the photo, despite not being said girl; key difference being the color of the eyes).

Family, summertime, pets.

Isolation, Destruction, personal guilt.

She has not fired a gun whatsoever.

Much different. She was a princess once, now she's not.

Clothed or unclothed, she's fine no matter what. If she's by herself at home, she'll just be topless and wear sweatpants. If she's going out or there's company, she'll put on some better clothes. The only real consistency is that she doesn't wear a bra at all.

The most afraid Amara has ever been was when her caretaker died. It was also the angriest she'd ever been up until that point. Mostly at herself.

The most calm Amara's ever been in a situation was when she learned to control her rage as a Legendary Super Saiyan, thus unlocking a far stronger transformation.

Incredibly bothered by blood. She freezes up at the sight of blood.

Faces. She remembers faces significantly better than names, but she makes an effort to remember names.

Not so much money she's preoccupied with, but she does have a particularly emotional preoccupation with keeping her jacket intact. It's one of the few things she has left from Mikhail and she'll be incredibly distraught if it so much as rips.

Between Success and Happiness, Amara honestly idealizes happiness. Success can be achieved with anything, but to her it matters as to whether or not you're happy achieving that success.

When she was little, one of her favorite toys was a stuffed doll that was given to her on the day she was born. It kind of resembled a bear, but was a little more alien.

Between Wisdom and Ambition, she appreciates wisdom more from people. A lot of the peers she had growing up were much older, more experienced folk, so she learned a lot from them. She doesn't appreciate Ambition as much due to her Father's own ambitious nature as a warrior.

Amara's Biggest relationship flaw really is just her inability to truly open up to people and let down her guard. She struggles with that a lot because she doesn't know how to open up properly.

It really depends on the person that she's comparing herself to, but she tends to compare based on personality traits more than physical traits. If anyone's a critic of one Amara Alistratova, it's Amara herself, and she's her own biggest critic.

Since tragedy has befallen Amara a few times, she carries a lot of guilt for those tragedies as she was directly involved but unable to do anything to prevent them. She will blame herself first if someone else doesn't earn her ire.

Likes people who are genuine about their feelings and kindness.

Dislikes liars, manipulative people, killers.

She has a hard time trusting people, but she trusts quickly when she gets to know them well enough

Depends on the person, but she tends to immediately distrust anyone claiming to be a mercenary or what have you. Can change possibly.

Around Children, Amara tends to be friendly and very gentle around them. Her expressions soften, she smiles a little more. She'll protect kids, not endanger them.

It really depends on the type of person in the conflict. Normal people tend to back away when the 6'11" stoic woman sharpens her glare and starts speaking with a deeper voice while looming over them. Most people will also get the hint if she backs them against a wall and performs the kabedon. When it comes to actual fighters though, she just drops the tough girl act and puts up her dukes.

It really depends on the scenario, but she tends to immediately jump to physical violence if someone starts to rant and monologue. It will almost always result in someone meeting the ground face first.

As a child, Amara dreamed of a lot of things. Her biggest dream though was to visit more worlds. In some ways she's achieved this dream.

Blood, anything to do with corpses, bodily waste, etc. etc. She has a strong stomach, but she absolutely cannot bear the sight of say someone regenerating limbs.

A comfortable scenario for Amara is being around animals. She likes animals a lot. Bunnies, Dogs, Bears, any animal really. She pets every single one.

An uncomfortable scenario for Amara is probably being at a blood bank. Or being around any sort of blood. She doesn't like blood.

In the face of criticism, she's willing to listen to what others have to say.

Amara will probably try an idea once and then try it again in a few other variations to see if she can make it work. If all else fails, she'll move onto another completely new method. Or y'know just cut the knot and move on that way.

Around people she likes, she tends to ease up on her stoicism and present a truly kinder, gentler side she keeps wrapped up.

Around people she dislikes, she doesn't really mince words even with a stone cold expression. She doesn't make much of an effort to hide her disdain for a lot of people, really.

In this day and age, Amara doesn't really care so much about status. She'll defend her own honor or the honor of those close to her, but she doesn't care if it affects her status.

More likely to remove the problem/threat than remove herself from the problem/threat. If she's being threatened, they'd better make good on threatening a 6'11" mountain of muscle or be prepared to face consequences.

Never been bitten. Animals kind of just either end up loving her or completely intimidated by her.

She treats people in service jobs rather well. She's rather polite and softspoken to everyone

When she was younger, she likely was the type to believe she deserved everything she wanted (she was a princess and her father absolutely spoiled her); Today she feels that she should work for what she wants no matter what it is.

As elaborated upon in some previous answers: Mikhail Alistratov would be that unrelated parental figure. He's the father that stepped up if you will.

No dependent figures, she kinda just lives on her own with two animals.

Saying "I Love You" would require Amara to actually open up her feelings to someone first. She's absolutely horrible at that. Saying it without meaning, however, she probably could do that very easily and without the utmost commitment.

She's actually rather unsure of what would happen to her after her death. She doesn't necessarily fear what could happen though.

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

[ghostselena]

Sweeter Than Honey

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Constant headaches made you turn to a boy who's had the longest crush on you, little did he know, you've been wanting to make a move.

Warnings: This is fluff, with a small mention of sexual innuendos and drug mentions. Slightly edited. 18+

a/n: Feels amazing to be back, I finally have the energy to write again. Goddd I love this boy so much. Also, totally didn't make a tattoo appointment to get the hellfire club sword on me ;) YLN = Your last name [1.2K WORDS]

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The long-haired boy kept roaming through his bag as he looked for the drug that you had asked for. These past few days have been pure hell. The constant headaches got you running for the hills and no pills were helping the pain go away.

"Uh, so I got oxycontin, a small bag of weed but— only if we share it cause, it's the last of what I've got for now," his eyes met yours with a cheeky smile, slightly nervous under your soft glance that kept him on the edge.

You laughed with a grin, "That could work, how much do I owe you?" You sat closer to him, leaning forward to grab the money you had slid into your back pocket.

He smiled, shaking his head as his eyes glanced down at your hand, "Owe? this one is on me," he grabbed the money that you had shoved against his chest gently, "Manners, pretty girl, I don't like repeating myself," he was closer now, his lips brushed against your neck as he slid the money back into your pocket, careful to not touch you in any way to make you uncomfortable.

You could feel your heart racing, his cheap yet manly and intoxicating cologne hit your nostrils at the speed of light. He could feel your breathing change, a satisfied smirk placed on his delicious lips.

"You doing alright? You look at little.." he paused as his eyes caught yours, thumb rubbing your cheek gently, "..pale,"

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, you had given him access to tease you as soon as you had sat next to him in the cafeteria, begging him to meet you after school.

You nodded as you gave him a smile, holding his hand against your tinted cheeks that were bound to melt off at any point if he kept getting any closer.

"Use your words, sweetheart, " he tapped your cheek with two fingers, biting down against his bottom lip as he kept on teasing.

This fucker.

"I'm good," you mumbled, looking away as he kept his soft stare on yours. It was getting too hot, too much for you to even keep yourself together.

And he was good at what he did, there was never a moment where he didn't make you die under his gaze.

His body turned slightly to pull something from his bag. His hand was now occupied with a lighter along with a cigarette, "You know, I just can't quite comprehend something," he started before pressing the end of his lips against the cigarette, inhaling the spearmint flavor and exhaling it in your direction.

The cloud surrounded your face as you looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

He just smiled at your innocence, loving the sweet scent that he craved so dearly, "The y/n yln, is sitting right in front of me, buying drugs, from me." he paused for a second, pointing the cig your way and you grabbed it from his fingers, taking a small hit, "never thought I'd see the day." a slight chuckle left his lips as you coughed, clearly showing him it was your first time.

Your hand moved back and forth as you coughed, laughing as you felt his hand pat your back, "Easy now, I don't wanna kill the girl I've been crushing on since middle school," the words slipped out of his mouth without hesitation.

You could've sworn you heard him curse under his breath at the realization, "What?" you looked in shock, the warm but yet— familiar feeling of heat rising back to your cheeks could be felt.

He stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse, "Well- no. I meant like, you know, fuck." He looked down and bit his lip as he shook his head, looking back up to look at you with tinted cheeks, "Shit, fuck it. Can I kiss you?"

His hand had tossed away the already wasted cigarette behind you, his two warm hands had cupped your soft cheeks. You couldn't trust your words right now, you couldn't believe it.

Nodding your head slowly, you licked your lips as he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his soft pink lips against your own gently.

You couldn't think straight as he pulled you closer, moving his lips so deliciously against yours. It was rough yet so gentle as he caressed the side of your neck with his thumb— with the hand that kept you from moving, scared that you'd pull away.

Your hands were frozen against his lap, not wanting to escalate the heated kiss into something else in the woods. Any student could pass by and see—Not that you cared if they did.

He pulled away to catch his breath as he stared down at you with a smile, using his thumb to rub against your bottom lip, "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he mumbles, leaning forward to press a few more kisses to your lips.

You couldn't help but peck back each time, a big smile on your face as you melted into his touch, "What took you so long?"

And though the answer seemed quite obvious to him, you couldn't comprehend what could be so different between the two of you.

"Well, to start— you're definitely out of my league," he pulled back to adjust his pants with a hidden smirk as he looked away for a second.

"Really? that's crazy," you reply, a sudden boost of confidence filling your veins as you continued, "Cause, I remember trying out for the D&D club to get with the leader," you finished with an innocent smile, playing with the rings that sat on his fingers.

He could've sworn he stopped breathing for a second, "Tried out? when?" his posture was much more straight now, head leaning to the side slightly as to why no one ever mentioned this happening.

"A few weeks back, Henderson said I sucked," you reply with a soft laugh, shaking your head at the memory. The curly-haired boy knew their club leader would go too easy on you, they couldn't have that.

"Interesting," he stared down at his hands, deep in thought as he thought of ways he could strangle the boy.

Your hands slid onto his slowly, intertwining them with a smile, "He was right though, I could barely understand what was going on," you defend the poor kid quickly, hoping you didn't throw him into the lion's den with your answer.

"I can teach you," he replied rather quickly, loving the idea of having you around more often.

"I'd love that." you looked up at him, leaning forward to press a gentle peck against his lips once more. He just looked so dreamy and his lips were calling your name as they stared at you all pouty and plump.

With a quick tug to your arm, he had you standing up to your feet before cupping your cheeks once more, "Then we shall begin." his tone was slow and with a smirk, he pulled you along towards his van, holding himself together from freaking out in front of the girl he's been wanting for far too long.

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[rinstars]

OATH.

PAIRING: Suna Rintarou x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst.

WC: 1.3k+

TAGS/WARNINGS: Hurt/Comfort (or maybe not). Suggestive themes. Profanity. Cursing. Slight use of petnames.

SYNOPSIS: Suna Rintarou never break a promise. Especially not to you.

NOTE: A famous Filipino song came on shuffle and prompted the birth of this fic. Can you guess which one?  HINT: It's a pretty old famous love song lmfaooo. Also again, I didn't proofread, deal with it hehe. REBLOGS are appreciated <3

LASTLY, PLEASE HELP ME DECIDE ON WHAT TO WRITE BY ANSWERING THIS FORM HEHE THANK U SO MUCH!!

He sent you a text message fifteen minutes ago. Nothing but a few simple words that somehow weighs you down every single time—like an anchor tied to your ankles and tossed to the ocean. Something that leaves you gasping for air. But you enjoy the cool breeze anyways.

I'm coming over.

Promises meant a lot to Suna. Even if the words weren't outwardly said, he treats the phrase like an unspoken promise between both of you. He always comes when he tells you he will. A little late, a little early, but never not.  And you wait for him. Over and over—in the raging storms, the summer breeze, the winter cold. At the break of dawn, the setting sun, beneath the midnight moon.

Because it was your side of the promise.

I'll be here.

The knocks on your door grow heavier each time. The longer you take to open the door the more you feel the constricting pain choking the life out of you. You drag your feet to the wooden entrance, fingers never getting used to the way the cold steel of the knob makes you want to cry. The ray of light that peeks from the small opening of the door blinds you—God, does it blind you, yet you open it wider. Welcoming the burn as he hastily pushes the door open.

You wish you were able to hide the flinch when he wrapped an arm around your wrist, pulling you closer to him as he buries a pale face down your neck. He probably didn't notice the shake from your body—seeing as he was shaking just as bad. The wetness on his shoulders going unnoticed as his own tears stain yours.

With a small tug, you are beneath him. On the other side of his endless praises, his sweet, sweet words. He kisses you like he's drowning as much as you and you let him. His fingers were no longer shaking when he pulls your underwear down, or at least tries to.

"Rin," you breathe out, pushing against his chest to get him off of you. "Will you talk to me first?"

He looks in your eye, unblinking, unmoving—and you could've sworn you were able to glimpse at the internal debate going on inside his mind. He hovers over you for a few more minutes before completely sitting straight with a sigh, nodding to himself as he offers a hand to you.

You take it, and you hold tight, and if you were given the gift to do what you wanted, Heaven knows you wouldn't have let go.

He notices, and he knows it. He has known for the longest time. Knows how this affects you—how you feel, how you hurt. So, he smiles at you and lets you hold on for as long as today's conversation permits.

"I just, fuck-- I don't know what to do." He swallows thickly, like he's holding back the tears from spilling. "I swear—shit do I fucking swear, that I try, I really try, yeah?"

"I know, Rin," you squeeze his hands a little tighter, thumb running over his knuckles as a poor attempt in comforting. "But sometimes, things just don't work out the way we want it to. You know that."

His eyes look over to you, the gentle smile on your face laced with something he would rather not think about too much. He thinks you're right—you're always right. He couldn't remember a time when you were wrong.

"Then," he crawls over to you slowly, fingers trailing a path from your temples to your jaw before settling there and tugging your bottom lip—a silent request from his breaking heart.

Closing your eyes, you released a shaky breath before slowly opening them and continuing with your constant reject. "Then let's stop doing this. I just—you know this isn't right, Rin."

It's almost like something clicked in him the moment you said that. The fog in his eyes clearing as the hand holding your jaw drops to his side. You ignore the pain building up your chest, the sensation almost numbing, as you wait for him to agree. He will, you thought. He always listens to you.

"Yeah, yeah," He almost chuckles humorlessly, throwing his head back on the couch. "Bet she really wouldn't take me back if she found out I run over to you again, right?"

Turning your head to the side, you hope you blinked the tears fast enough for him to not see. Of course, it's her. It has always been her. He never really calls you when he's not going through another rough patch with his girlfriend, never meets up unless he wants to find solace between your legs, never really smiles at you that often

"Rin, we—" you bite your lip to prevent it from shaking, tightening your hold on his fingers to hide the tremble. "We need to stop doing this. She loves you, and—God, do I know how much you love her."

He smiles at nothing, like a fond memory is replaying in his head, the next few syllables breaking you more than you think it should. "Yeah, I do."

This time, you decide to finally show your tears, enough pretending as you prepare yourself for what's about to come. "S-suna, I really—you see, I loved being with you. I adore you and you're probably someone I'd never be able to forget ever, you know?"

He turns his body as he faces you, the hairs falling on his forehead too irresistible for you to not fix. He eyes you with a mix of confusion and recognition—like he knows where this is going but needs you to say it for him.

"Me too, princess."

"I've been meaning to say goodbye a few months ago," you sniffed, looking down on your lap as you lose all the strength to stare back at the eyes you've grown to love. "But I thought maybe I'll let another winter pass. I know how much you break in this weather."

He laughs with you at that—the humor lost in the sea of regret and pain, eyes glossing over but he didn't understand why. Maybe you meant a lot more to him that he cares to admit. And he isn't sure what to do with it, doesn't recognize it clear enough to come up with a course of action.

"I love you, Rin."

Snapping him out of his thoughts, you could notice the faint flinch on his fingers. Hearing you choke up the words like this, vulnerable and broken in front of him, almost made him want to be irrational again. How do you break someone who's done nothing but mend you?

He has known for the longest time. The suspicion always lingering on the back of his head and yet hearing you say it doesn't compare to the amount of times he's run the scenario up his head, finding the right way to respond.

"I know."

"And it's hurting me so, so bad." The cracks in your voice almost mirroring the ones in your heart, hand flying up to your face like you wanted nothing more than to hide. The pain, the tears, the love.

"I know, princess." He repeats, hands tugging yours so you can hide your face on his neck, sobbing onto him the way he's always done with you. He keeps your head there—partly because he knows showing his own tears will just make this harder. "You take care, yeah? Love someone who really deserves it next time."

"I'm not��I w-won't be here next time, Rin. Sorry for breaking my promise."

"In the next life, princess," He kisses your temple, threading long fingers through your hair, a shaky voice accompanying his next words. "I'll come over to you."

[goldeaglefire1]

Hi! OP here! I uh. Was not expecting this poll to get anywhere near this big I'm going to be real. However since it has gotten this big, a few notes as the poll steadily approaches the halfway point:

I spent ten dollars for research purposes, actually. I put down five because I could've sworn that's what the lowest tier of Blaze was but uh. No it's ten. I'd edit in some clarification in the tags but you can't edit posts with polls in them. Oopsie daisy

Another thing I didn't know about Blaze is that Tumblr actually sends you an email about how the Blaze went! According to the email, the Blaze reached roughly 3,600 people. However, as we can clearly see, only about a sixth of those people actually voted here, and, well, according to tumblr, only 44 of those people reblogged, with likes being fewer than that at 40 actually, which is. LOL. LMAO

All of which is to say, to all the people in the reblogs saying how this poll makes the invaluable point that reblogs are important - you're right, but I'd argue it makes the even more invaluable point of Tumblr Blaze sucking ass

Also! I've been paying attention to this poll as it's been going on, and for those of you who weren't there, you might be interested to know that before the mass reblog chain started, tags was actually winning. This is at least partially because of ambiguity (I meant the Tumblr search function, for the record, but when I was making the poll I just typed in "tags" and then stared at it for like a good ten seconds before going "fuck it, good enough") but still

The fact that I've been paying attention also means I can roughly estimate about 250+ of you misclicked the "I follow you" option which is a little funny to me. "why 250+" Before the mass reblog chain, the poll was at roughly 5,500 votes and "I follow you" was at 1%. "250+50 doesn't add up to 300 though" I know, but Tumblr rounds up votes rather than show decimals, so all I can say for certain is that it's a bit over 1%

conducting an experiment

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

I think Tunglr mobile goofed something up last night, I could've sworn I'd reblogged half those Xenoblade posts some time before. That, or my drafts are just that broken bc I have an ungodly number of them.

[kobunny-lockscreens]

I could've sworn i'd done this song before but oof oh well

Song:

Joji - I Don't Wanna Waste My Time

Like/reblog if you use!

[the-silly-superstar]

reblogging for easiness trust.

anyway got more done for this, also posting it on Wattpad 😼 here ya go

EPIC STORY TRUST P2

I leaned my cheek against the inside of my helmet, my cheek pushing on the walkie talkie as my voice buzzed through it, to his helmet.

"Can we get this done quickly? I'm supposed to be a nurse, not a stupid repairman."

"And I'm a navigator, yet I'm still doing this. Suck it up, you rock," his voice buzzed right back, crackling through, "And you forgot to say it again, so I will. Over."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, over." I muttered back as we exited the ship, the doors slamming shut behind us. The void of space looked endless, not an ounce of light in sight. I watched Rome carefully, knowing I'd likely get lost. But it was weird. I could've sworn I saw something attack him. It looked like it was the size of a lamppost, just as skinny as once, and massive claws like swords, but once I blinked, he was fine and whatever it was, it wasn't there. His voice spoke, interrupting the silence of my slight concern.

"Yeah…no. It's way too dark, I'm out. Over." He turned, as quickly as the lack of gravity would let him, and hopped towards the red ship. Man, this company really liked red. I followed after as we got back in, putting the incredibly heavy suits back on the racks. I took a moment to look at my suit as I placed it down. Bright red, it almost looked like we were racing cars, not on some far-off planet racing for home. It was worn, clearly, this thing's old age showing to an extreme. There weren't any tears in it. Hopefully it stayed that way.

"Are you coming?" Rome's voice snappid me out of my analysis. His dirty sneakers tapped against the metal floor as he pushed his brown, probably unwashed, hair back.

I don't think he even bothered to bring at least deodorant on the ship. "I need you to put the code in."

"Why? It's the same one that got us in, Elmer told me that. Plus don't you have them memorized like you always say?" To say I was annoyed was a bit of an understatement.

He bragged about his great memory, but couldn't remember something from twenty minutes ago?

"Well I forgot, okay? Just put it in, will you?" He practically growled as I pulled the code booklet from my pocket. Also red. How unique. I flipped through the outdated pages, old joke or phrase after another until I reached my designated page. As I read the code, quickly memorizing it. I spoke as I inputted it.

"2-7-4-1…Jeez, an easy one too. How'd you forget this, Einstein?" I chuckled, only to receive an irritated sigh for a response. "What happened? You were all snarky before, now you're like a toddler." I glanced back at him, worried.

"Don't worry about it." He spoke sternly, more like a command rather than a response, as he swiftly stormed down the halls, and took a sharp right to the team quarters with his fists clenched. He was usually more level-headed than this, weird. I still had to go tell Captain Elrod we couldn't get the job done, and maybe have Doctor Bonnie or our engineer, Elmer, go check on Rome. He was a total brat, despite being two years older than me, but I still worried for him.

I walked into the lounge area and predictably, nobody was there. I had to go hunt for everything in this place. The, you guessed it, red couch was undisturbed except for several hand-made blankets from Miss Bonnie. Out of everyone here she's probably my favorite since she's easier on me due to my lack of knowledge. Her husband Elmer is just as harsh, though. My legs felt like rubber from running all the way here, so I plopped down against the lumpy long sofa. It was soft, like cotton candy before you take a bite and it feels all gross and dainp. I glanced at the window, the electronic screen pulled over where you'd normally see the other side of the ship along with the darkness that reached for lightyears. I hated this internship, I really did, but the stars were rather pretty. I got up, my still exhausted legs carrying me over as I tried to lift the screen up, to see the view until I jolted from Elmer's gruff voice.

"Ya don't get paid to laze around and look at the stars, you get paid to do work!" Elmer spoke, yet felt like a shout. I looked at him, a head of slightly curly, grey hair with a just as curly and thick moustache to match.

"It's an internship, I don't get paid at all-" I tried to talk, but as usual, he interrupted.

"Quit smart-mouthin' me, kid, go help Bonnie out, y'know, like you're s'posed to." He grumbled, his feet thumping away, the sound fading away as he grew farther, likely going back to the utility room. I decided I probably should go too, even if I'd never be compensated for my hard work.

Bonnie looked up at me as I stepped through the door, the wrinkles on her face going up in a smile.

"Finally memorize the code?" She grinned

"Just to spite Rome, yeah," I smiled back, resisting a chuckle, "When we were coming back in he completely forgot it, made me get out the stupid booklet to do it myself."

"Maybe he's just tired, dear. The air on these ships has never been the safest to breathe.

Now come here, I have a few books you should read. They mostly pertain to how space affects the body."

"Alright, thank you Ma'am." I smiled, going over to grab the books but I spotted something. Another book, titled, "The Planets of The Unknown," in which I grabbed instead. "What's this?" I questioned, as I flipped through the pages. It seemed fairly new, a few years old at the most.

"Oh, it's a book on some unknown planets in this area of space. I've been meaning to go through it to see if I can find this planet." She explained, standing up and peeking over my shoulder.

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that’s it for now!1!1!1 hope you guys like it, idk what I’m doing, but I have designs down for everyone now!!! Except captain :P

uh school thing I’m kinda proud of so far. Just a lil bit is done, I’ll post it day after day with each bits of my progress!1!1

it’s like a mix of Mouthwashing and that’s not my neighbor if that makes sense. It mightttt change every now n again, but I’m cooking trust(do not trust)

I’ll link part two soon!1!1!1!

no name for it, so I’ll just tag with story for school!1!1!1!1!

THE EPIC STORY TRUST (no title yet but I think it’s pretty epic)

Someone, or something, was near the base last night. We weren't sure what, but it wasn't human. What we assumed to be claws had dug in deep through the thick, slightly rusted metal of the spaceship. It had torn a large chunk of the ship, thankfully sparing important pieces of it. Even so, everyone was still relatively freaked out. Rome was first to speak.

"So...do we do something or just let us all get torn to shreds by whatever monstrosity on this godforsaken planet that was?" he spoke, irritation clear in his already annoying tone. Our group was silent, still staring through the window at the other side of the ship.

"Yeah, I'll think of something," Captain Elrod said, "The safest thing to do right now is probably to go patch it up." He then turned to me, smiling. Great. He's gonna make me go out with Elmer to fix it again in those musty old suits. Listening to that old prick grouse about the slightest things I did differently from him was a job in itself.

"I'm not going out there." I announced bluntly.

"Come on, Amethyst, no way I'm doing that. Quit being a baby and go do it." Rome snarled. If I wasn't in front of everyone right now, I'd smack Rome all the way back to Earth.

"No! We know nothing about this planet, or whatever the hell that thing was!"

"Both of you, calm down. You're both doing it. Ame, you can show him the ropes, I'm sure he's a tad rusty." Captain ended the argument, and that was that.

Rome and I walked down the musty, stuffy, and overall uncomfortable air of the ship's halls down to the room which held the company space suits. Our shoes tapped against the metal, a clear click sounding with each step.

"I can't believe we have to do this, why can't Elmer do it?" I complained, "He's done it plenty of times before!”

"That's what I said before, but ol' Bonnie said he's 'too old' or whatever. Total bull." He said, just as we reached the room. The doors, as with every other pair of doors on this ship, were closed, rusty, and required a code to get in. Above the door frame, it was an aged sign, reading "Space Suits", blandly decorated with very muted colors. We weren't little kids, sure, but couldn't there be some color around here? I went to pull out my booklet with the codes around the ship, but Rome was a few steps ahead of me, inputting the painfully complicated code and the doors creaked apart, the gross air blowing against us. It had been silent as we pulled the Ruby Red Riders suits up against ourselves and over our clothes, our faces only visible through the glass of the helmets.

[rainywritingsx]

Torn • BNHA x OC • Chapter 2

Whoooo chapter 2 is done! I'm sorry that the story is moving a bit slow, the fun stuff will happen, please have patience ^_^. If you like this chapter, please leave a like or reblog and if you have any feedback feel free to comment or send it in my inbox if you’re shy, I don’t mind at all as long as you’re being respectful ^^. I think that’s it for now, have fun reading!

xxx rainbow

you can find chapter 1 here

words: 2252

warnings: none

"Welcome at UA High! Feel free to take a look in every class and ask any questions you may have to our teachers. There's no such thing as a dumb question, so don't worry!" The principal, whose name I thought was Nezu, said, his voice filled with excitement. As the pace of my heartbeat quickened, I entered the building. It was huge! There were so many windows and the colours were also lovely.

I gasped quietly upon seeing a few students from class 1-A. If I remembered their names right from watching the sports festival (secretly of course since I'd get killed if my family saw me watching it), they were Uraraka Ochaco and Iida Tenya. Both were standing near one of the classes. A sweet smile grew on Uraraka's face when her gaze fell on me. I was almost surprised at the fact that she smiled at me, but then I remembered that heroes of course didn't know who I was. My parents did everything they could to hide my identity to the 'good people'.

"Welcome! My name is Uraraka, nice to meet you!" She said sweetly, her hair bouncing slightly, matching her cheerful mood. I smiled and greeted her back.

"Nice to meet you too! You can just call me Janie. I would like to say that you were awesome at the sports festival. I know you lost the match but you still did a wonderful job! That Bakugou guy was just really strong, but don't worry." She smiled even brighter when I said this. I could've sworn this girl was the actual sun.

"Thank you! I'll do better next time!" She said, her voice filled with determination. I nodded before turning to her friend, smiling at him politely.

"You were also wonderful at the sports festival. Your quirk is so fascinating! And your whole family is absolutely wonderful, I really respect you all." Iida nodded proudly and saluted me.

"It is my duty to keep up the pride of the Iida family. I'm glad that I'm doing a good job. I'll continue to do my best!" I giggled and nodded. I liked this guy, he was pretty cool.

"So, do you have any questions about UA?" I shook my head.

"Uhm, I don't think so. I don't think I'll attend UA anyway..." I trailed off. Uraraka frowned and tilted her head in confusion.

"Why? It's so cool here! As long as you do your best I'm sure you'd be able to get in." She said, trying to encourage me.

"Ah no... it's Uhm.. my quirk isn't really that special, you know.... a-and I'm not from here." I said before I could even think about it. I mean... it was true in a way. My mom's side of the family was Korean/Japanese and my dad's side of the family was Turkish. I didn't really speak Turkish that well but my Korean was alright.

Uraraka gasped softly as I said this. "You're not from here? That's so cool! And I'm sure your quirk is fine! There's this kid in our class named Mineta. His quirk is uh... let's just say it's quite interesting. But he still managed to get in!" I smiled softly, my heart feeling touched that she tried so hard to encourage me. If only I could actually attend this school...

"I'm sure our other friends think so too! I mean the more the merrier right? That's exactly why this whole thing is organised. Right Iida?"

"That is indeed correct. UA high is in need of more worthy students for a safer future. Definitely with All Might's retirement it is necessary." It was only now that I noticed that Iida was standing in an almost military manner. This guy was very self-disciplined... I mean I guess I could understand that. If my family consisted of such great heroes I'd do my best to keep their reputation that way as well.

UA really seemed like an awesome school... I'd be able to learn so much there and so many well-known heroes worked here as teachers, it was almost like a dream.

But I couldn't do that. My parents wouldn't approve of it and I wouldn't even get accepted anyway.

Why did I think about this so much?

"You can always decide not to go if they let you in. "Please just try the entrance exam, I promise you won't regret it." Uraraka said sweetly as she handed me a flyer with more information. "I really hope to see you again soon." I smiled politely and nodded, saying that I hoped for the same. I doubted it though...

I ended up looking at some other places, gasping softly when I saw Bakugou Katsuki, the guy who won the Sports Festival. Despite his.... anger issues, I still thought he was pretty cool. He was definitely smart, from what I had seen and obviously UA didn't let random people in their school, let alone their best class.

Exactly why I wouldn't be accepted.

I wouldn't consider myself on the level of class 1-A to be honest. Yes I had some physical skills. However, my quirk had its limits. I couldn't make water out of thin air, I actually needed it physically in order to use it. I'd never know at what kind of place  the entrance exam would be held so I'd be at a disadvantage there. Therefore I'd need to completely rely on my physical abilities. I also wasn't trained enough to control other fluids as of right now. I could control water and things like drinks, soup etc, but anything else was still too difficult for me.

And second, how would I even be able to keep this a secret from my parents? The villain school and hero school did have classes at different times considering the fact that those two despised each other but I'd have to find an excuse to be away at those times. And I was a horrible liar. A little white lie was fine but lying about where I always went... I wasn't sure if I could do that.

I stopped walking when the smell of food entered my nose. It smelled heavenly, oh my.... I wished the food at my school had this lovely aroma. I could just get something small like a cupcake and then leave, right? No biggie. The lunch room sure wouldn't be that far anyway, that would be convenient. I smiled when I noticed some signs, showing where people could get some food. That was nice, I'd probably get lost without them.

When I entered the cafeteria the same happy mood that I felt in the other parts of the school was here, except it was more lively. Children were having some meals with their parents, excitedly talking about what they had seen here today, students were helping with the food and some teachers were conversing with parents who had questions regarding the school.

My eyes slowly wandered off to the amazing foods that were placed here. It was an open buffet, a bit small but it all looked great. If only I could stay longer and have an actual meal... I'll just get a cute cupcake instead and eat it on the way home, that was nice too.

The cupcakes were adorable, they all had different colours and the frosting was as white as snow. It had cute sprinkles on it and in the middle was the UA logo. It looked too pretty to eat but at the same time it really made me want to eat so many of them. Of course I wouldn't do that though, I had some self-control.

I grabbed a pink cupcake and then turned around to leave. However, my feet stopped upon hearing someone gasping. Before I could even think about what was going on I was controlling boiling hot tomato soup, keeping it in the air. I looked at the situation and my eyes widened when I saw a little girl, eyes squeezed shut as her hands rested on her short black hair, ready to have it all over her.

"Melody!" A woman's voice, who I assumed was her mother's, called before she ran over to her daughter. She stopped when she noticed me, holding the liquid in the air. I carefully made sure to let it go back into the big pan that it was in earlier. I'd lie if I said that doing that wasn't nerve wracking. If I wasn't concentrating enough it would still hurt the girl and the mother as well.

"Thank you so much." The woman spoke, her voice shaky as she smiled at me thankfully. I blushed and was about to say it was all good when more voices spoke up, praising me for what I did. I gasped and looked around, realising more people had seen this, even some UA teachers.

"I-it's fine! I-my body moved before I could think... I'm glad your daughter is okay, though." I said and looked over at the little girl, who was looking up at me with her adorable brown doe eyes. I crouched down so I was at the same height as her before speaking gently.

"Make sure to be careful next time alright? You really could've gotten hurt." The little girl smiled at me and nodded.

"Woah, so cool! Did you guys see what she did?" I looked up and noticed a blond haired guy talking to some people, including Uraraka and Iida. Many of them seemed to reply enthusiastically as well, except for who I thought was Bakugou. He just scoffed and looked away, making me chuckle softly. Uraraka looked over at me and seemed to recognise me

"Oh it's you from earlier!" She said before walking up to me. "Janie, right?" I smiled and nodded.

"What you did was so heroic! That's another reason you should come here." She said as she excitedly bounced up and down, making me laugh softly.

"That's sweet of you to say, but-"

"Uraraka is right!" Iida said, making me stop talking. "What you did was truly heroic. It shows more than any exam can. You have the heart of hero. None of us went there to help at this moment but you." I mean that sounded nice and all, but was it really true? Maybe it was just a reflex. Sure I was different than my family, but to say I was a hero...

"I know you want to come here, I can see it in your eyes." Uraraka said, causing me to gulp. I really was an open book, huh?

"Just please think about it. You have a week to sign in for the exam, and even after that you can say you don't want to join the class. I'm sure you can do it!" This girl was just too lovely to say no to...

"Alright... I'll think about it. I really need to go now, though." She squealed and nodded.

"That's great! Hopefully I'll see you soon again then!" I nodded and said goodbye to both, before turning to leave the school. Suddenly I walked into something big and buff, making me release an "oof" sound as I stumbled backwards. Luckily, I managed to find my balance again so I didn't fall on my butt. That would've been embarrassing..

"Oh, my apologies, young lady! I didn't mean to startle you!" My eyes widened when I realised who that voice belonged to.

Holy crap.

It was none other than All Might himself.

"What you did there was truly heroic. Not many people do things like that in such a short timespan, let alone children who aren't even planning on becoming a hero. I'm surprised you aren't a student here already!" I blushed and looked down, playing with the purple ends of my hair.

"I mean... it-it just happened, I didn't even realise I was doing it honestly... I don't think it was that heroic, sir."

"Well, don't you know that that's how many great heroes start? Their bodies act before they even have time to think." That was true... I had heard many stories like that from many famous pro heroes. Some stories like that were even from the villain side, except the events didn't take a good turn..

"And there's no need to call me sir, feel comfortable with me! I'm All Might after all." I smiled and nodded, feeling more at ease now. I didn't know what it was but... it was like he had this fatherly aura around him. I was sure he'd make a great father if he didn't have a family of his own yet.

"Thank you so much for the kind words All Might. I truly appreciate it. However, I should really go now, I'm very sorry." He laughed loudly and nodded.

"Of course! No need to apologise for that, I understand! Your parents must be worried but I'm sure they'll be proud once they hear your wonderful story!!" I wish they did... but it was a nice idea to think about. At least All Might was genuinely proud of what I did.

"Thank you so much s-I mean All Might. Have a nice day!"

"Goodbye! Hopefully I'll see you at the entrance exams!"

After all, I might consider actually doing it... trying won't hurt anyone right? Perhaps I wouldn't even be let in.

I still had time to think about it anyway, which was nice. We'd see what would happen after this.

[chimerickat]

I posted 252 times in 2021

90 posts created (36%)

162 posts reblogged (64%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.8 posts.

I added 55 tags in 2021

#seto kaiba - 19 posts

#kaiba seto - 15 posts

#reader insert - 4 posts

#dragonsilk - 3 posts

#writing prompts - 3 posts

#kaiba - 3 posts

#seto kaiba reader insert - 2 posts

#second person fanfic - 2 posts

#seto kaiba/reader - 2 posts

#the best intentions - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#this particular fic has been getting comments basically in despair that it’s abandoned and i’m very over the dramatics

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

How morally gray would you rate Kaiba? He definitely isn't a good person, but he's a rather interesting character and as someone who took a liking to Kaiba to a degree, I'm interested in your opinion!!

I was sifting through my asks, and I could've sworn I answered this one! ): Sorry anon!

For the upfront tl;dr: I categorize him a chaotic neutral.

Seto Kaiba is not a bad person, anymore. I think we have to separate pre-mind crush Kaiba from post-mind crush Kaiba. Canon seems to say that the rebuilding of his mind stomped all the twisted evil out of him. So let me just toss the Gozaburo years out the window and not comment on them. (That Kaiba, despite stopping the manufacturing of war weapons, was willing to murder people to acquire cards for a game so I think we can agree he was a bad man.)

I think he's still willing to do bad things for the right reasons. Those right reasons might just be that he's doing what's best for himself and Mokuba and damn everyone else, but for him, that's the right reason. Seto Kaiba is not a selfless man.

But being selfish doesn't make him a monster, in my opinion. Nobody has ever looked out for him before so to an extent his selfishness makes sense. (Mokuba doesn't count because he's a child and can't look out for Kaiba the way an adult/peer could.)

I think he probably does do a lot of good things still. I would like to think he's not like our modern douche gazillionaires who are hoarding more money than they could ever spend in their lifetime. If Seto Kaiba doesn't pay taxes, it's because he owns the city and puts his money directly into improvement projects. (Which, yes, includes cameras throughout the city for "security" purposes, but also repaving the streets so his cars don't get damaged. And ok sure he installed duel arenas in all of the parks, but he upgraded the parks at the same time so they wouldn't look shabby next to the arenas...)

He also invests in children. To me, he seems like the type to believe that children are ultimately innocent. I'd wager he owns apartments that are fair housing to help prevent homelessness, especially child homelessness. Kaiba Corp. likely participates in "re-entry to the workforce" type training. In Kaiba's opinion, talent can come from anywhere so he ought to look for the best everywhere.

And to Kaiba, investing money in his city, his community, is justifiable because it helps him keep power. Power is more important than money. Power can help you make money. Power keeps you independent and ensures you never have to rely on others ever again. (At least, that's what he tells himself each time he spends money on Domino.)

But don't look at all the good things he's doing and think that he's a good man, because if it's between the city and Mokuba's happiness, he'll nuke the city for Mokuba.

18 notes • Posted 2021-11-03 04:50:43 GMT

#4

Hi! This question may seem out of the blue, but what's the thing you like the most about Kaiba?

I could wax poetic about Kaiba all day long, but I suppose that's what the majority of my fanfiction is!

Ultimately, I love his perseverance. I think I may have been initially drawn to him because even though he's a little bit broken by circumstance, he still manages to keep going. He manages to secure a better life for himself and Mokuba. He changes and restructures a whole company to be what he wants. Heck, he decides to spit in death's face in the end.

Seto Kaiba can do anything, but it's the fact that he does do what he wants no matter how difficult the battle that appeals to me. Giving up is easy, but it would never, ever occur to Kaiba to quit at anything.

20 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 05:15:42 GMT

#3

I missed Valentine’s Day. :( Lol. I was in the hospital all day. (Baby boy born about a week early on 2/13 but we had labor complications so they kept us for 48 hours to observe. Luckily no further complications.)

Anyway, I am exhausted and delirious and may be super inactive (or weirdly active at 4am as I try not to pass out and squish the baby sleeping on my chest). (I don’t know how women do this pregnancy and newborn thing more than once. xD) Just an FYI for everyone.

22 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 12:07:25 GMT

#2

You really needed to start reading legal documents and contracts before you signed them.


If you had read the documents, you wouldn’t have found yourself in this situation. You would have realized what he meant by signing your life away. You would have said, “No thanks,” and walked away.


But you didn’t read the legal documents, and you did sign those contracts, and now, you were screwed.


Seto Kaiba/Reader Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/637805/chapters/1155753

26 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 07:32:42 GMT

#1

Seto Kaiba would buy his significant other the worst clothing. I mean just look at that ridiculous padding on his trench coats. As much as we love him, his mullet is terrible. 

His taste is questionable at best. Fight me. ;)

28 notes • Posted 2021-02-04 04:37:53 GMT

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[doctorbunny]

Could've sworn I'd reblogged this before but apparently not

Anyway, this painting is absolutely gorgeous and I still can't believe it was made for a silly meme format.

I can't handle how lovingly painted the face and hair textures are The way the light falls on his pecks is so wonderfully warm

Everything's just so jibhdfijdjdf 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Also love the fact that his pfp is him fishing

My gf kindly asked me to redraw this with kazui so I complied