#I drew them interacting once and realized that was the first time

[skylar-jay]

I was intending to post this with a couple more doodles but I don't have the energy for that

Anyway

Local cat trips into cactus and reaps the consequences

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 8

"What has been happening in Gotham?" Bruce being a dumbass that's what.

Ch9 has more of The Grayson family interaction and I think I will follow the timeline of the comics for the death of guardians- that way there'll be more time for Nolan's A+ parenting.

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Gotham Heights has seen better days.

It’s been years since the rogues simply went mad, declaring war on specifically Bruce Wayne. It’s been years since Selina and Jason stopped talking to him, Catwoman did her best to avoid him while Red Hood seemed to revert to his Arkham Knight days, pure rage running through his veins.

Bruce doesn’t know what happened, what tipped all the rogues over the edge to deem Bruce Wayne, of all billionaires, enemy number one. He tried to look back and figure out what he did- if he said anything- as soon as he realized that they were teaming up and weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon but he found nothing beyond the media calling him a neglectful father to his youngest girl, which he found absurd. He loved Cassandra, went to every ballet show, and was so proud of her, so he didn’t bother to read what they were actually saying, deeming it as nothing but useless gossip. If only he glanced at the context…

Batman couldn’t keep up with the attacks, so everyone was out all year round, the man even having to ask Nightwing for help more than once or ten times. He didn’t like this. His kids still had school, and Damian still had so much to learn- fighting criminals nightly wasn’t helping set the no-killing rule into the boy and the sleepless nights weren’t helping his mood at school.

The man was getting tired. But the rogues did seem to take a day off every month, on the thirteenth. The first two months he didn’t recognize the pattern but by the third, he thought they were planning something big, and when the next day was just like the past two months his brain was racking with questions about the possibilities, fear running through his spine and making him so paranoid he could barely sleep.

It took him so long to find out where they all met on the thirteenth- it was embarrassing honestly, but he still did it. All rogues, separately mostly, would stop by flower shops, buying bouquets of lilacs and narcissi flowers. The next stop after the shop would be Gotham cemetery where each one of them would put a bouquet on a lady’s grave, a nobody, with no ties to them, the woman could barely keep a job as a waitress when she was alive. And the last stop would be Red Hood’s territory.

Batman knew that as soon as he and Robin stepped a toe on the territory, Jason would know, so while Bruce followed the main lead, Damien became the distraction. It took a while to find the rogues, and the image that was presented made him more confused than anything.

The rogues were in the alley between a hospital and an orphanage that opened about six or seven years ago, both walls of the buildings in the alley had big painted murals, both depicting Lady Gotham in the background while the foreground had soft, happy-looking people in different styles helping each other, “To a better community. To a better Gotham.” written at the bottom as a graffiti. He assumed the scribbles he couldn’t make out on the sides of the murals were the names of the people who drew them, though, a style predominated the others, it was safe to say that it was a collaboration.

Harley was making balloons for kids, mostly dogs, crowns, and swords as Grundy sat by her, holding the equipment and letting the kids climb him. Killer Croc and Bane seemed to be focused on bringing tables and chairs to set them down in an orderly fashion, as Two-Face and Riddler helped the older ladies carry the food. Penguin was busy talking to a nurse while his goons shared care packages to the patients and kids, all the while Ivy was reblooming the plants around the building. Mr. Freeze seemed stuck on ice cream making duties while also keeping the refreshments cold.

Batman had more questions than answers.

“This may be neutral ground, Bruce.” Jason’s voice behind him made Batman freeze before he slowly turned to face his son. “But you’re not welcome here.” His second oldest finished, his hands at his side, clenched tightly, itching to fight, to punch him.

“Since when is Red Hood territory neutral?” The older man couldn’t help but ask, but Jason didn’t answer him, instead telling him to leave once more. “Or I can just tell all the rogues down there who you really are. I’m sure they’ll be happy to kill two birds with one stone.”

Bruce frowned beneath his cowl as he felt Jason’s anger in his bones. They both worked hard to reconcile- but now the progress was back to zero once more. His inquiry about what happened between them both only seemed to anger the younger man even more, but Jason’s anger snuffed out as realization washed over him, laughter bubbling up instead.

Batman could only watch in confusion as Jason laughed at him. “You really don’t know, do you?” The younger man chuckled lowly, shaking his head as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Goddamn Bruce, I know you deem protecting Gotham more important than your kids, but this is low even for you.”

“You’ve been missing a bird for almost six years, Batman. If you can’t connect the dots, then maybe it was the right decision to leave.” Jason turned his back to Bruce, walking away from the man. “I made mistakes. Like you. But when I came back, I rectified them, I don’t think you’ll be given the chance.”

“Leave. We’re being peaceful, fulfilling a promise we made to a kid. We can fight tomorrow.” Were his last words as he jumped down from the building, making his way to the little party as well while Batman’s eyes lingered on his back. Jason was just as exhausted as Bruce.

“You told him too much, kitten.” Selina purred from inside the orphanage, the kids inside too busy fawning over the fluffy cats she brought to pay attention to them. She was met with the blank mask of Red Hood. “And somehow, I’m sure it’ll still be a while until he figures it out.” Jason scoffed.

Batman sighed with defeat, calling Robin to the rendezvous point and telling the others to meet him in the Batcave, not giving them more of an explanation. He wasn’t missing anyone- he was sure. Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, Cassandra, Duke, Damian, even Stephanie- he just saw them, he just heard them. The drive to the Batcave was silent, Bruce lost in his thoughts while Damian was frowning, pouting really. 

Bruce made sure to count heads once more when everyone was present as he told and showed everyone what he discovered. “We should attack while they aren’t expecting us. They’ll surely talk then.” Damian was quick to interject, completely overlooking that Todd said there was a missing person. “No way!” Duke closed the idea before anyone had a chance. “There are too many civilians that will get caught in the crossfire-”

Cassandra could only watch as her family argued and tried to come up with a solution, as they tried to find out who Jason was referring to. Her brows furrowed behind her mask. He couldn’t be talking about- no. Bruce sent her away like he mentioned that one time to Alfred. Her little sister is safe in London- Bruce surely remembers... Right?

A few states over, Joker is laughing while he falls from miles in the air, three figures looking down at the crazy clown. Like Batsy hasn’t tried this trick on him before, they’re not even as intimidating, wearing those silly costumes. But then the ground kept coming closer and closer, his gleeful expression turning into a shocked frown. “Oh boy-“ The Joker gulped.

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A/n: Special thanks to @fightmebissh for putting the idea of murals in my head- I won't be able to let it go :))

Also- the flowers I specifically used for their meanings. Lilacs of shades of purple to reflect spirituality and a specific lilac color that is associated with one’s first love or the first time one feels love for someone, and Narcissi for rebirth and good fortune, awareness, and inner reflection.

I always feel like I'm forgetting something when I post these...

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

YANDERE Mermaid! Robin and YANDERE Mermaid! Sunday

Hey ya'll I haven't been posting for a variety of reasons and the main one being tumblr not letting me save my work for a fic I had been working on for a while, so why not post something about the halovian siblings.

TW: racism towards humanity, gore, manipulation

Robin🕊️🎶:

Robin is a sweet mermaid beloved under the sea for her kind nature and beautiful voice.

Being curious by nature Robin often dreamed about visiting the land and performing for humans, much to her brother's displeasure.

Despite her brother's constant warnings about the cruel nature of humanity, Robin was driven to bring kindness and harmony with her voice.

One day Robin became a little too curious compelling her to explore the surface of the water. This led to the poor girl being pierced with a harpoon on the neck. Driven by fear and pain Robin swam as fast as she could before losing conscious.

Robin woke up to a touch lighter than feathers before feeling a stinging pain. Blue eyes lock into (e/c) ones in fear, had this other human come to harm her? Robin noticed the worried look on the human's face as the continued dabbing the sore wound with a towel.

The human cleaned and bandaged her wound, speaking calmly in a language she could not understand. She smooches the kind human on the cheek before returning to the sea giddy off the kindness shown.

Robin lies to her brother for the first time in her life about her would, claiming it was due to a brief encounter with a shark. Sunday shows concern for his sister's well being and orders some members to treat the girl's wounds.

After that day Robin would swim to the surface in the direction she swam when attacked. It took her a couple of days before she found the exact spot. The mermaid frowned when she couldn't spot the human from before, she wanted to thank them for helping her.

Robin sang to herself to cheer up only to hear the noise of clapping. It was the human! Overjoyed, Robin approached chirruping happily. While she couldn't understand a word her human said, her human was oh so kind. They drew pictures with a stick in the sand to communicate. How clever they were!

Robin saw the sunset and realized she would be in big trouble with the pod and her brother. She looks remorsefully back at the human, making a silent promise to return. The mermaid was just too happy to have made a friend outside her pod.

Robin slipped away from her pod every chance she could get to search for you. While she wasn't always successful, you came more frequently. You fussed over her wounds and began teaching her your strange language.

"(Y/N)" you point to yourself when you said that. "(Y/N)" Robin repeats pointing to herself. A hearty laugh spills from your lips as you shake your head. "(Y/N)" you once again point to yourself, causing Robin to tilt her head. "(Y/N)?" Robin questions while pointing to you. You nod and jump around with happiness. "(Y/N)!" Robin shouts excitedly while pointing at you, before pointing towards herself. "Robin" You smile gently and point towards the mermaid. "Robin." She never felt so happy hearing someone say her name.

Robin finds herself blushing at the thought of being around you, singing to you, and you attempting poorly to sing back. She didn't realize she was attempting to court you until she asks her brother.

"Brother" A gentle and ethereal looking woman approaches a serene and commanding figure that was her brother. Golden eyes crinkle when hearing her voice. "Robin, I'm surprised you made time to see me." Robin blushes as she didn't realize how little she interacted with her brother recently. "I have a question that has been weighing heavy on my heart." Blue eyes gazing shyly at the aquamarine floor of the pod's glorious complex. "If I was friends with someone, what gifts should I get them?" Sunday's amused expression disappears as a skeptical frown appears. "Robin don't you think gift giving is too intimate for a friendship?" Blue eyes widen at her brother's words. "It is?" Sunday chuckles and ruffles her long white locks with a clawed hand. "Yes Robin it is a method of courting for our kind, which is why I highly discourage this action."

Robin started finding any information in the pod's library on merfolk courting rituals and forbidden books about humans. Robin particular liked the love story between a mermaid and a prince (she didn't like the ending though).

The mermaid receives legs in exchange for her voice from a sea witch. Robin places a hand on her throat as her voice was very important to her. However a seed of doubt began growing in the mermaid's mind.

The mermaid forgot all about rehearsing for an upcoming festival as she had too much fun spending time with you. When she returns in a good mood Robin is met with an angry Sunday. Robin tries to cover up the reason for her absence but Sunday finds a blue plastic hair clip of a bird in his sister's hair. Robin is sent to her room and barred from leaving the pod complex.

Robin sobbed in misery of her gilded cage, why was she wrong for wanting freedom? Slamming her fists against the door dislodged a certain scroll. The story of the mermaid and the human, more specifically the deal with the sea witch.

Robin floats timidly into the gaping maw of the cave of the sea witch Bonajade. Inside a beautiful woman is mixing ingredients in a cauldron before turning to face Robin. The sea snake mer purrs as she circles Robin. "Hello little angelfish, what brings you to my lair~?" Robin while frightened steels herself. "I heard that sea witches can give merfolk legs." Jade pauses before smirking. "Ah has our little singer fallen in love with a human?" Robin blushes and looks away, much to the purple haired woman's amusement. "I can give you legs in exchange of something of equal values, perhaps that famous voice of yours." Robin pales but remembers her current predicament. "Only if you also give me the ability to understand human language." The sea witch laughs huskily before sticking out a clawed hand. "You have a deal."

Robin arrives to shore completely nude and with a new set of legs. Attempting to stand was terrible as every step felt like stepping on a sea urchin. However you show up like a night in shining armor and blush at the sight of the naked Robin. Robin thinks it's cute the way you take off your jacket and give it to her, while guiding her to the lighthouse you live in.

"How did you end up like this?" You ask as you hand Robin some of your spare clothes praying it will fit decently. You had connected the dots much to Robin's joy and even better was understanding your gentle voice. The former mermaid goes to open her mouth to reply but nothing comes out. How could she have forgotten the price she paid?

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Wait here while I find you something to eat." As you left she couldn't care what price she paid. You were worth it

Yandere Aspects:

Robin is a Manipulative, Slightly Delusional, Dependent, and Clingy Yandere.

Wherever you go you have your cute yet graceful housemate following you attached to your arm. Personal space is a thing of the past as she insists she's scared in a new place. So scared you have to share a bed because of her nightmares.

Cuddles, hugs, kisses are what Robin adores and loves to shower you with them. Can use difference in customs as an excuse to squish your body against hers. Pouts when you refuse her and melts if you initiate any level of affection.

Delusional in the sense that she believes you two are destined to be together. Not delusional enough to believe her thoughts and desires are completely pure, however she begins courting you. Seashell necklaces, drawings, and sweet poems in a broken version of your native tongue. When you accept she believes you're aware of her intentions and searches for a way to return to the sea with you.

Ignores any admirers she receives as the gorgeous yet shy roommate of yours. You care for her better than any other human and their shallow attention towards her. Willing to cry wolf if they annoy her to much.

Lets you have friends and hopes to endear herself to them, after all you like them so they aren't horrible people. Love interests however...Robin doesn't allow that. When she sees a person flirt with you casually at the bar you both were at, she snaps. Her beloved mate was off limits, Robin musters up tears and clings to you shaking. When you rush her home, she decides that she will be the only one you see until you're officially hers.

Queen of guilt trips and will use her lack of a voice and perceived frailty against you. Need to go to work? Work from home, Robin needs your support with her trauma. Hangout with friends? Robin is frightened of being alone and being attacked while voiceless. A date with a cutie? Oops, the knife slipped and she needs your help.

Dependent on your love and attentiveness, Robin is an addict. She purposely acts like pain and weariness is worse so you coddle her. Normally she would hate this babying from her brother or a pod member, but you're different. She could lay in your arms for an eternity and still want more.

She doesn't care how but she wants to be tied together be it marriage or something else. She doesn't care whether she returns with you and her voice to the sea or stays on land (she would prefer to speak to you).

All of her tendencies are worse when she and Sunday share. While she may love her brother she will encourage his worse traits so you depend on her.

Sunday🕊️⛓️

Ever devoted head of the Oak Pod known for his intelligence and leadership skills.

Ever since their mother was killed by humans, Sunday swore to protect Robin and his pod from those monsters. He has shed the blood of many humans and will continue to coax them only to drown them.

Robin's fascination with humanity concerned Sunday as no matter what he said or demonstrated Robin was convinced they were worth saving. Sunday made sure Robin was distracted by singing lessons and concerts to prevent her from surfacing.

Sunday felt a part of him break seeing Robin return to the pod injured, fearing the worst he held her close. His sister claimed it was a shark but Sunday was skeptical. However, he allowed this to pass while commanding more pod members to keep an eye on his sister. Perhaps a few more performances will keep his sister safe.

The merman grew more frustrated and concerned with his sister disappearing for long periods of the day. When he asked she simply giggled and discussed needing to prepare for a concert. Sunday knew she was visiting the surface to watch humans, but he didn't know she was actively talking to one.

"Brother" Sunday perks up and the sound of his sister's mellifluous voice. There was Robin his beautiful, delicate sister, the reason he used his "gift". "Robin, I'm surprised you made time to see me." A bright pink blush covers the mermaids face. Sunday chuckles internally at his sister's flustered expression, it was a shame they couldn't spend so much time together."I have a question that has been weighing heavy on my heart." As any good sibling, Sunday nods to hear what troubled his twin sister."If I was friends with someone, what gifts should I get them?" Golden eyes darken as a storm swirls beneath the surface. Everything made sense now with the disappearances and her dream like state. Someone has stolen his innocent sister's heart, something Sunday did not approve of. Composing himself the merman responds as gently as possible. "Robin don't you think gift giving is too intimate for a friendship?" Robin looks confused and tilts her head. "It is?" Robin and her innocence were quite charming to Sunday. Ruffling his sister's hair fondly the merman smiles"Yes Robin it is a method of courting for our kind, which is why I highly discourage this action." He hoped she would understand.

Rage filled Sunday's body when the star of the Charmony Festival wasn't there. How could his sister abandon her duty? Water seemed to boil around the merman as other pod members attempt to pacify him. Then he sees the blue plastic bird in Robin's hair.

Sunday stands above a quivering Robin with blazing golden eyes. She abandoned her duties to the pod to see a human of all things. Had his years of protection meant nothing to her? Not caring about Robin's cry of pain, Sunday rips the bird out of her long white locks. If she likes birds so much then why not treat her like a canary? He ordered pod members to lock his sister away. As Robin is dragged away sobbing, Sunday grips his hair harshly. He had been so careful, planned meticulously, done everything Gopher said to do. No, it's this human's fault for seducing his sister, they may have even caused the wound on her neck. Ichor colored eyes fill with a sinister and calculating gaze. He had some work to do.

Sunday never told Robin but he learned to practice magic to begin surveilling the pod. Now he will use this plastic abomination to find the cause of his unrest. In his room Sunday lays on his bed and begins chanting while holding the bird in his hand. Then he saw you and your deceptively kind gaze as you cooed at a local seal who seemed comfortable with you. It disgusted him to see a human pretend to care about the life around them with how they left the planet.

Sunday able to memorize your face and name as unlike his sister he was well versed in human tongues. He planned to lure you into the water and save his sister from your wicked grasp. All he needed was for you to talk to him and then he can bring order once more.

Sunday surfaces and decides to do further investigation to find your weak spots. What he didn't expect to see was his sister washed upon the shore with...human legs. Sunday feels his heart crack as he knows the only way she could have received those legs is by visiting someone with powerful magic. Powerful magic like Lady Bonajade.

The purple haired witch knew that the head of the Oak Pod was coming before he pinned her by her throat. "What did you do to my sister?!" Jade scoffed before remarking calmly "Your sister approached me with the deal, all for love. Very romantic isn't it?" Jade doesn't flinch as further pressure is applied to her neck. "Change her back." The harsh demand was met with cold laughter. "Why would I do that? I gave the angelfish the ability to be with her human in exchange for her voice. I could have added another clause but I didn't." Sunday saw red before sighing. "Fine Lady Bonajade if you won't do as I ask, how about a trade." Slit pupils dilate as the sea witch smirks. "Go on~"

The trade was simple a life for a life, the blood of a human for his own blood (his sister). Jade demanded you for his sister to return to normal. Holding the sharp fang like knife, Sunday was prepared to kill. All he needed to do was get you in the water.

Like the naive creature you were you feel for his gentle words and were easy to influence. Like a worm on a hook, Sunday had you right where he wanted you. The glazed over look in you eyes and dopey expression made the merman scowl. This was his threat? The one who seduced his sister? Really pathetic. Raising the knife above his head he stabs you in the chest. You wake up from the trance and grapple for the knife, your blood filling the water around you. Sunday was far stronger and tired of the resistance. Your head was forced under the waves and yet you fought hard. When you began slowing he eased a bit. Only to feel something sharp hit him.

From the shore Robin threw sharp shells and rocks with a fiery look in her gentle eyes. Why would she hurt him? What made her choose a human over him? A pain in his side is felt as the human drenched but very alive had stabbed him with his own knife.

Sunday expected to die but you spared him, even tending to his wounds. When he asked why you answered that Robin didn't want him to die. Which lead to him being tended to while unconscious, when the human could have gotten revenge.

Sunday sized up the human who survived his attack. Maybe he can get another opening if he plays nice.

Yandere Aspects:

Sunday is a Manipulative, Possessive, Semi Sadistic, Paranoid, and Worshiper Yandere

While it may take a while for Sunday to fall for you when he does, it'll be too late to escape. Having experienced your kindness and warmth much like Robin, he's hooked. Before this Sunday is Sadistic mostly towards you.

He's got trauma surrounding humans so be prepared to be attacked if you aren't careful. While he seems diplomatic and calm, Sunday is bent on getting his sister back. However as time goes on Sunday sees you as an exception, a person unfortunate enough to be born a human. Don't worry as the merman forgives you (what the heck Sunday).

Returns everyday claiming it's only to see his sister but he still starts conversations with you. What's your family like? Favorite food? Favorite color? Hobbies? Which was supposed to be weaponized against you but Sunday becomes interested in you as a person. Even opening up about his love of classical music (only good thing humans did).

Sunday has a way with words and can see you are suffering under human society (taxes, inflation, the normal stuff). Wouldn't it be easier to live in the sea where you won't have to deal with any of these things again? Sunday promises you'll be taken care of and treated well. You laugh at his "joke" but slowly his words worm their way into your mind. You confide in Sunday more which fuels his desire to protect you from the world around you.

Possessive of both you and his sister (platonically for Robin) as in his path the merman knows things are easily lost. If you go swimming in the water with him, Sunday will circle you like a shark. Sharp claws ghosting gently over you shoulder and sharp teeth grazing your nape. He longs to mark you for the world to see that you are his chosen human.

There is a high chance Sunday is willing to share with his sister since she loved you first. However all of you are going back to the sea where he can watch over you. Say goodbye to life on land as his magic practice pays off giving you a beautiful new tail. However he could also just kidnap you and leave Robin, it's just less likely to happen.

When you leave for work, Sunday is paranoid. What if something happens to you and Robin on land? What if you get hurt or taken advantage off? Sunday can taste metal of the blood where his teeth sunk into his lips. He will have to deal with the issue soon enough.

Is less clingy than Robin but still desires you physical affection. If you get him in the right mood Sunday will practically worship the ground you walk on. His worshiper side comes out more when you are no longer human. Pet his hair and he melts like putty in your hands.

A giant tidal wave sweeps the sleepy sea side town into the water and you into his arms. Bonajade wanted blood so he'll give her the whole village of drowned souls. All for his sister and you to turn into merfolk.

Is still willing to psychologically torment you to get you to behave. Will bring an innocent human down to the pod and make you watch as they are ripped open. With blood staining his pale scales and skin his golden eyes taunt you. It was your fault so just behave and it won't happen again.

The Twins ⛓️🕊️🎶

Both are able to share easily due to their strong bond and desire to keep you safe.

Prepared to have your every move watched and to rarely leave the pod compound. You have everything you want here so why leave?

Robin will sing for you to cheer you up while Sunday will be more gentle like offering you the best catch and giving you more space. However they will lose their patience if you insist on continuing to sulk.

Sunday gets first pick of your time since he will be gone most of the day due to being the head of the pod. He just wants to rest his head on your neck and cuddle, you won't be moving.

Robin enjoys shopping and taking you on cute dates. You won't have an easy time escaping due to the paparazzi swarming you two. Robin takes advantage of the cameras to cuddle close and smile, while you are forced to give her what she wants.

Sunday will do most of the punishing which is more emotional manipulation and psychological torture. Locked in small dark rooms, watching humans and some pod members be dismembered before you. So much guilt tripping from both sides. Don't you see what they feel for you? Why won't you let them love you?

Robin is willing to take advantage of your fragile state and play the hero. Sunday knows about this and is fine with it. If you depend on his sister emotionally you won't leave. After all that's the goal to keep and care for you, at any cost.

Posting now as I don't have the energy to edit at the moment. Enjoy!

[moongreenlight]

141 gossiping about Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley for roughly 3,000 words idk titles are hard

Price was the first to notice. Priding himself on being incredibly observant, especially when it came to his boys.

He noticed that whenever they had a break from trainings or meetings, he’d somehow always find the two of you in a room together. Never close enough to give him reason to say anything. You scribbling notes on a patient report at one table, Ghost at another, his chair angled just enough so that he could watch you from the corner of his eye.

Noticed the way Ghost’s hand rested on the small of your back for a heartbeat when you entered a doorway before him. Just a brush of his massive hand on you, quick enough to be mistaken for an accidental touch.

Noticed how Ghost’s eyes seemed to always flick to you from across the mess hall. Not often, but enough for Price to casually turn his head and see that same nurse Ghost seemed to have a preference for.

At first, Price thought he could help by being a wingman of sorts. When Ghost took damage on a mission, Price would escort him to medbay and watch as he dismissed nurse after nurse until you were finally available to treat him. Price lingered as long as he could before you inevitably waved him away, cheekily reminding him you always took good care of his team and that you’d have ‘Lieutenant Riley’ back in no time. The only thing he could catch was the way Ghost’s shoulders relaxed by a hair’s breadth when you drew the curtain shut behind you.

He tried again during a meeting with his boys. Suggesting they bring a medic on a mission with them. Said something about how it would be better to have the option of a patch-up readily available. Keep his team fighting fit in real time instead of having to wait until they came back to base. Price saw the way Ghost tensed slightly in his seat, the muscles in his jaw twitching under his balaclava.

The notion was quickly vetoed. Ghost grumbling something about not wanting to babysit any more than he already does. How it’s ultimately more paperwork he doesn’t want to have to deal with.

He tried once more, going to Ghost’s office one evening. Almost turning tail once he realized how ridiculous it was to be this insistent on figuring out if his Lieutenant had some boyish crush on the sweet nurse he always seemed to be lingering around. But ultimately decided that it was good practice to know more about his team personally. Better bonding meant better interaction on the field, right?

He asked Ghost to redo some paperwork. Add a ‘next of kin’ to his file in the event that something happened and they needed to alert someone. Ghost looked a little suspicious, shrugging off the request.

“Left it off for a reason, Captain.”

He said gruffly, waving a hand. Barely looking up from his desk.

Price pursed his lips, shifting his weight slightly.

“You sure, Simon? Haven’t got anyone that’d be interested to know what happened to you?”

Ghost rubbed the bridge of his nose, like the conversation was more trouble than it was worth, before shrugging once more. Finally looking up from his desk and leaning back slightly in his chair.

“You planning on shipping me off somewhere and not picking me back up?”

A small chuckle from Price. A shake of his head.

“Can’t say I am.”

“Cheers, then. Leave it off.”

This quelled Price’s curiosity for a while, unable to dream up any other reason to try and force Ghost to indulge him. It no doubt hurt his ego a bit, thinking about how his Lieutenant and one of his closest friends was so dead set on keeping his personal life so closely guarded. He’d push the feelings aside, chalk it up to being jaded by his work. Over-involved in the lives of Soap and Gaz. It was probably good for Simon to have something sacred.

Soap wasn’t as easily deterred once he caught on. Not as immediately perceptive as the others, but he knew Ghost well enough to know his tells.

It was after a long mission. Months long. Grueling, shitty, exhausting work. They got back in the early evening, mercifully spared from a debrief until the following day. Soap somehow ended up dragging Ghost to a dive bar a few blocks from base. Trying to sound persuasive when he mentioned that it was a Friday night and they deserved a few drinks and some female attention after all this time going without.

And they did get attention. Two good looking military men sitting at the bar were bound to. Soap knew that Ghost wasn’t one to play the field, but this was a bit frigid even for him. Ignoring girls who came up and tried to strike conversation. Rolling his eyes, or huffing a sigh like it was a chore to even dismiss them, drumming his fingers on the wall of his glass like he’s bored. It was baffling.

What was even more baffling was the way that Ghost’s knee bounced slightly against the stool. An infinitesimally small movement, but the way it caught Johnny’s eye made it seem like Ghost was all but jumping up and down. He looked almost anxious. Itching to get up and leave.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?”

Ghost’s head jerked toward Johnny, cold eyes narrowing in a way that would have been terrifying years ago- before he’d gotten used to it.

“Come again?”

“Got somewhere to be, have you?”

He sounds almost indignant. Like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Ghost is stand-offish by nature, but this is a caliber he hasn’t yet encountered. Almost enough to be offensive. To make him question the quality of his company.

“Maybe I do. What’s it to you?”

Ghost grumbled, killing the contents of his glass with a final mouthful. Setting it back on the counter and moving to drum his fingers on the bar.

“Been out of the country for months and you expect me to believe you’ve got plans tonight?”

This earned a sigh, low enough to pass as a growl.

“You keeping my social calendar now, then?”

He stood, digging through his wallet for a moment before slapping some cash down on the table next to his empty glass. Not giving Johnny an opportunity to lodge any further complaints against him. Before he nodded his goodnight and slipped out of the bar. Mumbling something about needing to get back to his flat and check on some things.

Soap couldn’t get his mind around it. Ghost was elusive, sure, but again; something seemed off. He was calm, cool, and collected. Wouldn’t be caught dead manifesting his impatience physically. The fidgeting and twitching in his seat. The first place Soap’s mind went was maybe Ghost was dying? That’d be the only reasonable explanation for his behavior. But even then, it seemed a bit extreme.

The next day after the debrief, which was nearly as brutal as the deployment itself, Soap was still so in his head about Ghost’s behavior he almost didn’t notice the pretty nurse who seemed to be waiting for someone at the end of the hall. In fact, he was so stuck in his own mind, he only caught a fleeting glimpse of Ghost’s back rounding the corner with the nurse at his side. Hushed conversation disappearing with them. A softer, much more pleasant voice than Simon’s.

He debated whether or not to follow them, maybe answer the questions that’d been plaguing his mind. Ultimately, he decided in favor of it. Padding down the hall behind the duo who seemed to be headed back to Simon’s office. They weren’t walking closely enough to touch, but Soap immediately picked up on the tension between them. Like the distance was serving some sort of purpose.

Soap lingered in the hallway for a few minutes after the two disappeared into Ghost’s office, trying to sort the pieces of the puzzle he’d barely began collecting. He ultimately decided to go the route he was most comfortable with. Not one for sneaking about, he simply strode up to the office door and swung it open.

You were sat at one of the chairs in front of Simon’s desk, him standing with his arms folded over his chest next to you. Not compromising enough for Johnny’s taste, but he still put on a wide grin and nodded to you.

“Forget how to knock?”

Ghost’s voice was calm enough, but his eyes were shooting daggers straight through Johnny. You looked stiff as a board, chewing the inside of your lip through the tight smile you were giving him.

“Sorry, L.T. Needed to know if you’re still on for trainings this afternoon.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes flicked to Ghost, communicating something that he couldn’t quite decipher wordlessly before you began studying your nails in your lap.

Ghost cleared his throat, rolling his tongue in his cheek. Growling something obscene under his breath. The agitation rolling off of him in waves.

“No. Got another assignment.”

And with that, Soap was all but thrown from the office. Querying about this ‘new assignment’ the whole way. Simon crowding him to the door until he finally snapped it shut on his nose.

He heard later that day Ghost was seen in medbay with a toolkit swearing at an X-Ray machine that had been giving you trouble for a month. After that, Soap was on the two of you like a fly on shit. Never missing an opportunity to bring you up to Ghost or vise versa. Mock-innocently saying something to Ghost in passing at dinner about you. Asking if he fancied you. When he said no, Johnny shrugged and nodded. Saying he was glad because he had plans to ask you out the next time he was injured.

That comment landed Soap in the bay sooner than expected. Escorting him to a different nurse’s exam area and standing guard the entire time his black eye was being iced. Berating him for not being able to block a few punches when they had sparred after dinner.

And Gaz, sweet boy that he is, was always more emotionally in-tune. Observant about the little things. Able to pick up on queues Soap and Price may have missed over the years. He was keen as he was quiet, keeping all his little discoveries to himself. Over the years, he’d created a small arsenal of moments he wasn’t sure were significant enough to bring up. Things he could have talked himself into imagining if he thought about them hard enough. Not wanting to jump to conclusions about anything.

But he noticed the incredibly subtle tan line on Ghost’s left hand. Noticed the way he tapped his foot impatiently when the debrief after a long deployment ran long. Noticed the way you always seemed to be around the yard when they touched down after a mission. The way your shoulders dropped when you saw all four of them had returned home. Like you had just been relieved the duty of holding up the sky.

He didn’t immediately connect the dots. Initially thinking that you’d just taken a special liking to the task force. They were some of your most frequent visitors, after all. Price had all but claimed you as their own. Specially requesting that you were the only one to patch their wounds, claiming the other nurses couldn’t hold a flame to your skill.

He didn’t mind. Came to enjoy the little chats the two of you had when the curtains around the cot were drawn. The little kikis you had where you chatted about anything and everything. Complaining about your jobs, irritating patients, botched missions, the morsels of gossip from around base.

One day, after a particularly nasty skirmish on a mission, all four of the men had gnarly wounds. You looked a bit more tired than usual. A bit more on-edge. Your answers were a bit more flat than they usually were. So the first part of the assessment was left mostly silent spare for a few soft “thank you’s” on his part.

It was only when you were bandaging a wound on his thigh did he notice the shape of a ring on your left hand under your glove. A thin band that wrapped neatly around your finger.

“Didn’t know you were married, doc.”

It was a passing comment, more just to spare him the agony of trying to hide his soft groans of pain in the thick silence.

You hummed your acknowledgment, focused more on working sutures through his skin neatly than anything else.

“Lucky bloke. Hope he’s good to you.”

It wasn’t flirty or predatory, like so many of the soldiers could be. A genuine thought. He’d always thought you were sweet. Easy to chat with, always offering him a smile and a chirped greeting when the two of you passed in the hall. Thought you deserved someone to share in your kindness.

You smiled, brow still furrowed slightly in your focus while tying off the stitches.

“He does alright.”

You chuckled softly, straightening on your stool and rolling back just slightly so you could meet his eye.

“All these years and you never mentioned. I’m hurt.”

He words came with a practiced ease, slipping back into your usual playful chatter without missing a beat. Flashing a coy grin as he carefully flexed and relaxed his leg. Getting a feel for the newly patched wound.

You rolled the gloves off your hands and tossed them into the bin. Standing from your stool to scribble a few notes on his chart.

“Not something that ever came up.”

“Now it has. He have a name? How long you been together?”

You chuckled once more, looking over your shoulder at him with an arched brow. A little skeptical of his curiosity.

“A good while.”

He noticed the way you evaded his former question, like you’d done it before. It only fueled his curiosity.

“You worried I’ll know him? Or are you embarrassed? Not much of a looker?”

This earned an amused snort from you, turning away from the chart you’d been working on.

“Nothing wrong with wanting to keep my personal life personal, is there?”

You winked at him, pushing open the curtain that divided the small exam area from the rest of the bay.

He made a small sound of protest, making no move to stand from the cot just yet.

“Alright, forget it. Didn’t even want to know anyway.”

He sounded like a child being denied a sweet. Even playing up the act with a small pout on his mouth.

You tutted softly, conjuring up the best mock-sympathetic look you could before motioning for him to stand.

“We’ll talk later. Captain’ll have my hide if I keep you away a moment longer than is necessary.”

Another sound of protest, followed by a throaty groan as he finally pushed up off the bed. Unsure if he was being dramatic or if the aftermath of the mission had truly gotten to him that bad. Always a flare for the dramatics, him.

He muttered his thanks, cupping your shoulder in his hand as he trudged out. Making you promise to have a proper chat with him later.

He lingered in the bay, allowing himself a few moments peace before getting back to work. Just as he finally turned to leave, he saw Ghost moving stiffly- like he was trying to downplay a limp- toward your little exam area. Though for some reason, the scene looked a bit strange to him. He couldn’t help but peek in.

He caught the way you watched him lumber over with big, worried eyes. The way your nails dug into your palms until he was finally within arms reach. The way you quickly glanced around to see if anyone was paying the two of you any attention before your hands flew to his neck, fingers slipping expertly under the hem of his mask and yanking it up over his nose. Not rough or angry, but with the kind of urgency that suggested you may die if you didn’t see a sliver of his skin. Make absolutely certain he was truly there with you.

The most jarring part- Ghost actually allowing you to touch the mask. Allowing your little hands to breach his personal space. Hands that would have easily been dwarfed by his own, swallowed up and twisted or shoved away like he had seen happen so many times in sparring matches with prospect soldiers. But Ghost just let it happen.

It was a flurry of movement, so fast that Gaz was certain he could have blinked and missed it. Frozen watching the two of you from just behind another exam area. Feeling like he was intruding without even meaning to.

And then he saw the way Ghost’s big arms snaked around your waist, drawing you flush to his front. You leaning up onto your toes to bring your face closer to the Lieutenant’s. A fervid kiss. You flinging your arms around his neck. The way your shoulders shook. A small, choked sob that Gaz was all but certain he imagined. Drowned out for everyone else by the sounds of the bay.

He was almost shocked that the world continued to move after that. Shocked that something that seemed so monumental could happen tucked away into your barely private exam area. Shocked that your reunion hadn’t halted time and space for everyone else like it had for the two of you.

He felt dirty. Like he should go up and apologize for lingering and seeing what he saw. But he stayed rooted to the spot, finding it impossible to move.

Truly the most damning part was when he caught the quickest glimpse of your badge just before the curtain was tugged shut. The badge you kept carefully pinned to your uniform face-down for a reason he couldn’t fathom until now. Twisted free for just a moment and finally connecting the snippets of information he’d collected over the years.

(Y/N Riley)

[heartfullofleeches]

[Angst]

Childhood Best Friends with a small age gap- two or three years, nothing crazy- but it means everything as they age.

It was hard for them to make friends their age when you first met. They liked things that were too "childish" for their peers - things another child who lived not to far away adored. They'd seen each other on the way to school, but they didn't interact frequently due to their difference in grade.

Until that day-

"Whoa...Cool backpack. You like that show too?"

"Thanks... I'm thinking of getting a new one though... Do you want me to ask my parents if you can have it?"

"What?! It looks fine to me... Why are you getting rid of it?"

"My friends called me a baby... I won't be able to go back to class without everyone laughing at me unless I get a better one."

"That's silly!.... It's on right now... Wanna watch it with me?"

The two were inseparable from then on- School hindered the time they had to see each other each morning, but as soon as it let out - both ran to meet with their new best friend. The elder of the pair was often mocked and teased for their choice, but they could hardly care anymore. They had someone who'd stick by their side to the very end - childish fixations and all.

Years went on and they made new friends. It happens. More obstacles began piling up throughout - chipping away at the few hours they scarcely had to begin with. Studying, Hobbies, balancing days between hanging out with other friend groups and the person who once meant the world. They tried to make things works, but nothing went to plan-

"Is it alright if Y/n comes with us tonight?"

"Y/N? Aren't they're too young to see this movie? We shouldn't be responsible if they have night terrors or something.."

"They aren't that young... Are they?"

They never thought about it before. You were so close in age as kids it never hit them that as you grew that little gap drew a bridge between you - and it was easier to let you go than finding an alternative.

"Hey, Dude! Are we still on for this weekend? I can't believe they're making a reboot after all this time!.."

"Are my messages going through? You haven't responded in a while... I saw you outside school yesterday and yelled your name, but....."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hey."

"You're hanging out with them today? Did you forget about my birthday?...."

"You removed me off your list of friends...We're still friends, right?"

"Let me alone. I'm sick of being your babysitter. Go find friends your own age and stay away from mine."

And that was the end of things.

College cames around and their live became relatively tame. Their thoughts drifted to that childhood friend of theirs every now and again, but between school and partying with the new friends they had made - those memories faded to the back of their mind.

An acquaintance asks them to help show some new faces around the campus. One sticks out to them amongst the crowd. It's you. What do they say to you after all these years? You don't look sad to see them. Nor angry. Intact - you look..

Relieved.

Pulling them aside at the end of the tour, you free yourself from the burden that's weighted down on you since they left you.

"I'm sorry."

"It was never my intention to hold you back. Overtime I realized I was just that annoying kid who clung onto you because I thought you were my first and only friend...When you never felt that way about me. I'm sorry for taking that away from you. If our paths cross again, I promise I won't even look at you."

After being abandoned by your best friend- the person you looked up to most, you matured well beyond your years in hopes that would make you like them again. Overtime, you gave up that goal, but others could see how you've changed.

"Isn't that.... Y/n?.."

"Oh, man- It is! You guys were glued at the hip before we became teens."

"They're..kinda cute... Do you still have their number?"

All this time apart, a feeling long forgotten resurged inside them. The need to protect you. You didn't know these people like they did. You shouldn't be going to parties with them, getting to know and befriend them. They'll only hurt you - worse than they had. They never should have said goodbye to you- They should have allowed the feelings they were so scared to have, but had always been there develop and blossom naturally until you both were adults ready to move on to that stage in your friendship.

They know you best. No matter how much you grow as a person, you're still the same.

"That's a cute Keychain, Y/n!"

"Thanks! I've loved this show since I was a kid!"

They'll prove it to you.

[kakuvibez]

yandere one shot + quotes; Heartslabyul dorm

requested by ; anonymous | @username | none,,

fandom(s); Ever After High, Twisted Wonderland,,

fandom master list(s): master | specific

character(s); Riddle, Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace, Bunny,,

outline; "Runnn! Bunny!"

warning(s); non-consent photos taking, manipulation, staking, capturing,,

Signature Spell: RABBIT,, [N] can transform into a rabbit at will with this spell. She also has the instincts of a rabbit. Her signature spell allows her to be on time no matter what.

❛❛Now I can't go back to Wonderland...❜❜

❛❛ All of us Wonderlandians stick together❜❜

❛❛ No matter what time I leave, I always show up where I need to be right on time. Maybe I'm just lucky that way...❜❜

"Now I can't go back to Wonderland." [N] murmured, her voice a soft whisper. She had stumbled upon Night Raven College, lost and disoriented, her usual luck failing her for the first time. Her monolid/ prominent/ almond/ downturned/ hooded/ deep-set look toward her new dorm, Heartslabyul.

Heartslabyul, with its vibrant colors and over-the-top decor, was a stark contrast to the muted tones of Wonderland. Yet, something about the dorm, and its inhabitants, drew her in.

Riddle, the Dorm Head, was immediately captivated. [N], with her soft [c] fur, her gentle demeanor, and her uncanny ability to always be on time, regardless of the circumstances, was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

"No matter what time I leave, I always show up where I need to be right on time. Maybe I'm just lucky that way..." she had confessed once, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder. Riddle, however, saw it as a sign. Fate, he believed, had brought her to him.

His initial fascination quickly blossomed into obsession. He found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, his every action carefully calculated to keep her close. Trey, ever the gentle giant, tried to warn her, but Riddle's charm and his iron grip on the dorm made it difficult to resist.

Cater, always eager for the next big story, documented their every interaction, his posts garnering an alarming amount of attention. Most of the time it was just her picture of everything, everything. Ace and Deuce, initially amused by Riddle's infatuation love, soon realized the seriousness of the situation. [N], however, remained oblivious, her shy nature preventing her from seeing the warning signs.

Riddle, in his attempts to "protect" her from the perceived dangers of the outside world, began to subtly restrict her movements. He would "accidentally" misplace her belongings, "forget" to inform her of important events, tho it backfired every time due to her signature spell being active, and "coincidentally" appear whenever she tried to venture beyond the dorm.

[N], confused and increasingly uneasy, tried to brush off his overbearing behavior as mere "concern." "All of us Wonderlandians stick together," she would remind herself, clinging to the familiar comfort of Wonderland's unwritten rules.

But Wonderland's rules did not apply here. Riddle, driven by his obsessive desire to possess her, was slowly eroding her sense of self, trapping her in a gilded cage of his own making.

One day, as she was attempting to use her signature spell, RABBIT, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the dorm, she felt a jolt of pain, her transformation cut short. Riddle, his face a mask of fury, stood before her, his eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity.

"You are not going anywhere, [N]," he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. "You belong to Heartslabyul."

You were paralyzed with fear, could only watch as Riddle, with a chillingly calm demeanor, began to tighten his grip, his obsession finally manifesting into something truly terrifying.

You could feel the others looking at you. Behind Riddle, there they were.

Riddle Rosehearts:

"You must follow the rules, my dear. If you break them… well, I will have to punish you."

"Why do you keep trying to leave? Do we not take good care of you?"

"A rabbit belongs in its burrow. And you belong here, with us."

Ace Trappola:

"Oh, come on, bunny, don’t look at me like that! We’re just keeping you safe."

"You think you’re fast? Cute. But you’re never gonna be faster than me."

"Just accept it. You’re ours now, whether you like it or not."

Deuce Spade:

"I don’t like forcing you, but… I will if I have to."

"Please stop trying to run. You’ll only get yourself hurt."

"If Riddle says you stay, then you stay. No arguments."

Cater Diamond:

"Aw, don’t be mad, bun-bun! You look way cuter when you smile~"

"You don’t really wanna leave, do you? C’mon, we have so much fun together!"

"Let’s snap another pic of our favorite bunny—oh, don’t pout, you love the attention!"

Trey Clover:

"You should eat something. Running away on an empty stomach isn’t very smart."

"You’re part of the dorm now. That means you have responsibilities—like staying where you belong."

"Trust me, it’s better if you don’t fight it."

No matter how much you try to escape, Heartslabyul is always one step ahead. You’re their little rabbit now—trapped in their never-ending game of tea parties, rules, and twisted affections.

And the scariest part?

THEY LOVE THE CHASE.

[bnhaobservation]

Ultra Age bits: the Q&A (Part 2)

And here there's part two of...

"MY HERO ACADEMIA"

READERS' QUESTIONS BOX

Q. 37 I was shocked when I saw the name Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu! What was the origin of the name?

A. 37 I just wanted him to remember it. It’s not a sparkly name, it’s a very serious name.

Q.38 There was a scene where Monoma and Bakugou were blowing things up at the graduation ceremony. I wonder if they became closer!

A. 38 Monoma has been getting closer than ever. Bakugou died right in front of his eyes. He must have been worried.

Q.39 Did Kendo participate in beauty pageants in his second and third years? If so, how much did he come in?

A. 39 In his first year, Monoma entered her without her permission, so she hasn’t participated since.

Q. 40 What was the most popular gag of Mirio after he became a pro hero?

A. 41 Now, the expanded version of “The peaches are ripe” called “We have to harvest the peaches quickly” is very popular among children. I drew it inspired by Nakayama Kinnikun-san’s candy-picking game*. Actually, I drew Mirio with Nakayama Kinnikun-san in mind.

* Nakayama Kinnikun (なかやまきんに君) is a Japanese male comedian, YouTuber, and bodybuilder. It seems he makes a game in which he throws candies and people has to grab them with a plastic glass… though I’m not 100% sure about it.

Q. 41 Is there any food that Tamaki hesitated to eat because they would be reflected by his Quirk?

A. 41 No. When he was a child, he used to get scared like most people, but the fun of being able to copy it with his Quirk outweighed that, and now he only see food from that perspective. He’s someone who is interested in eating everything.

Q. 42 I heard that Nejire is so popular that the floor will collapse, but will she still be popular after she becomes a pro hero?

A. 42 She is so popular that it seems the universe is expanding faster. She doesn’t even realize it.

Q. 43 When Hatsume was so involved into development, what was the longest number of days she went without a bath?

A. 43 Two weeks. I went for over a month, but that was because I didn’t sweat. An active person like Hatsume would probably have tears in their eyes from yawning by the third day.

Q. 44 How fast did All Might run in his prime?

A. 44 He was running at Mach 10.

Q. 45 How much has Endeavor, the hard worker, recovered

A. 45 He has recovered enough to walk without help. He carries a cane.

Q. 46 Does Hawks still treasure his Endeavor stuffed toy? Does he have any other Endeavor goods?

A. 46 He doesn’t display it. I think it’s somewhere in his house as something he can’t throw away. Hawks doesn’t buy merchandise or anything. I think it’s a different emotional vector from the so-called fan psychology.

Q. 47 In the final episode, Aizawa-sensei’s hair was short. Is there a reason for cutting it?

A. 47 Aizawa keeps his hair long because he thinks it’s irrational to cut it regularly. So he only cuts it once every few years. It was just the right time.

Q. 48 Please tell me the secret of Mirko’s vitality!

A. 48 It’s because she’s living always ready to die.

Q. 49 Is there a reason why the name of the 6th One For All user, En which is written as ‘kemuri’ (“smoke”), is pronounced “En”?

A. 49 At first I wanted it to be pronounced “Kemuri”, but there was a comedian with the same name, so I made it “En”. My intention was that 煙= Kemuri would be a wordplay with け六(む)り, but no one understood the joke*.

* The kanji 六, which means “six” is normally read ‘roku’ but can also be read ‘mu’. Basically the wordplay is similar to say his name would have been KeSIXri, referencing the fact he was the six user.

Q. 50 What kind of “quirk” did Shigaraki have when he was born?

A. 50 The circular thing All For One (AFO) had when he was floating was the basis of Tenko’s “quirk”. It’s a combination of several Quirks, so Tenko’s original Quirk didn’t have that much propulsive power.

Q. 51 I heard that Shigaraki played games with Spinner, but what kind of interactions and games did he have with the other members of the League of Villains?

A. The only one he played with was Spinner. With the others he just chatted. Maybe he played poker with them.

Q. 52 All For One said “Shigaraki” was his surname, but what is his real name?

A. 52 His name is Shigaraki Zen (死柄木全)*. He gave himself his first name first, and later he took that surname. When he was old enough to understand, he heard a rumor about “The Shigaraki Tanuki of the Red Light District.”** A woman used to always stands at the entrance of his town, waiting for customers to arrive, but no one would speak to her. Her swollen body and the way she stood motionless made her look like a Shigaraki Tanuki. The woman's body was found downstream of the river, but she was so thin that it was hard to believe she was the same person. To be precise, she was just skin and bones. In that town a monster lurked. Zen has no memory of it, but strangely enough, he liked the story and from then on took the surname “Shigaraki”.

* Zen (全) means “all”.

** Shigaraki ware (信楽焼) is a type of stoneware pottery made in Shigaraki area, Japan. The kiln is one of the Six Ancient Kilns in Japan with figures representing the tanuki, a kind of yōkai (supernatural beings) found in the classics and in the folklore and legends of various places in Japan, commonly associated with the Japanese raccoon dog being one of their popular products.

Q. 53 Which one Dabi prefer, hot soba or cold soba?

A. 53 Zaru Soba. The kind that aren’t hot.

Q. 54 Toga-chan always wears a sailor uniform, but does she have any cute casual clothes?

A. 54 She has several sailor uniforms, and buys her favorite ones for casual wear, then throws them away as soon as she’s done with them. It’s a habit to deceive pursuers. However, she likes the sailor uniform very much, so she thinks it’s fine.

Q. 55 When drawing Twice what is your favorite expression of his?

A. 55 I remember that I had fun drawing all the frames for Twice.

Q. 56 Kurogiri was like a bar owner at the League of Villains’ hideout, but is he good at making things like coffee?

A. 56 He’s good at serving Shigaraki what he wants to drink or eat within 10 seconds. It takes about 3 minutes longer to serve it to other people.

Q. 57 What kind of magic is Mr. Compress best at?

A. 57 He has mastered all the vanishing magic tricks. Magician characters often carry playing cards, so I thought I would not have him hold playing cards, but I think it would have been better if I had shown him doing more magic tricks.

Q. 58 How has the public responded to the book that Spinner wrote?

A. 58 It was published under heavy criticism. It caused a big stir, but some people gave it a certain amount of praise from the perspective of learning why such a big incident occurred.

Q. 59 How did the League of Villains prepare their meals? Also, was there anyone who could cook for themselves?

A. 59 They went shopping in disguise. It was basically ready-made food.

Q. 60 I want to know what Stain liked to eat!

A. 60 He had an extremely organic diet. His staple foods were fish and wild vegetables. He despised industry processed foods.

Q. 61 How many centimeters are Gigantomachia’s feet?

A. 61 It varies, so I don’t know.

Q. 62 Are there any stories about Overhaul's cleanliness freak habits?

A. 62 He had a lot of clothes and changed them three times a day. I didn't draw that because it could have been cute.

Q. 63 GeL Inc., where Gentle and LaBrava work was established by them? Also, what kind of work this company does?

A. 63 It's a startup. It does things like Google.

Q. 64 I’d like to know the name and quirk of the child who was helped by the grandmother in chapter 429!

A. 64 His name is Terumoto Kouki-kun (照元光輝). His quirk is “darkness” (闇). His ability is similar to that of Zehahaha*. He’s about 9-10 years old.

*Zehahahaha is the sound Marsall D. Teach, also known as Blackbeard from “One Piece” makes when he laugh. He ate the Yami Yami no Mi Devil Fruit and can therefore create, control, and transform into darkness. The darkness is visually demonstrated by a black smoke-like substance spreading out from his body. The darkness, similar to a black hole, is a void that devours and crushes everything. Due to this, he can absorb physical matter and attacks of any type by sucking it into the darkness and can also use this ability to irresistibly pull the opponent to them, regardless of their current state. He can also absorb and completely nullify the powers of other Devil Fruit users by simply touching them. I don’t know if this means Terumoto is able to also nullify Quirks.

Q. 65 I’d like to know the details of the hero chart rankings as of the final chapter!

A. 65 I had written out up to 50th place, but I’ve changed it since then, so I don’t have the official ones... sorry! There’s a character named Rodeo who hasn’t appeared yet who’s in the middle of the list.

Q. 66 In the final episode, Eri was holding something that looked like an instrument, so is she in a band?

A. 66 She joined the light music club. She played guitar and sang until middle school, but in high school she wanted to start a band, and the band members are the friends who were in that frame.

Q. 67 What does the hero license exam consist of?

A. 67 There is a written test, an interview, and a practical test. The practical test consists of three types: a physical fitness test, a rescue test, and a combat test, and the content changes every time.

Q. 68 Does U.A. High School have a school song?*

A. 68 I think it has one, but I haven’t thought of one yet. Maybe I’ll make one.

* Japanese high schools (and all levels of Japanese schools) typically have a school song, often called a "school anthem" or "school song". These songs are an important part of school culture and are often sung at ceremonies, events, and even during regular school days.

QUESTIONS FROM OVERSEAS MY HERO ACADEMIA FANS!!

Q. 69 What aspect or process of creating My Hero Academia do you enjoy the most?

A. 69 It’s the most fun when a character does something beyond my imagination. It gets my adrenaline pumping.

Q. 70 What made you want to start writing My hero academia and what was your inspiration?

A. 70 I thought this would be my last attempt at having a printed story on Jump Magazine, so I started drawing with the idea of ​​drawing what I like and what I can draw as I like, with all my might, so that I would have no regrets.

Q. 71 Which character’s story did you enjoy telling the most?

A. 71 Deku and Katsuki, from the perspective of enjoying trials and difficulties. In my opinion, every scene was like walking a tightrope, and if I made even a slight mistake, the story will fall apart in an instant. But I felt a sense of accomplishment, and I’m glad I was able to draw them.

Q. 72 Does America get a new number one hero? And what would be their name and quirk?

A. 72 A new No.1 is already on the way. Agate Menou (アゲート・メノウ). Her Quirk is “Fault” (断層). She admired Stars and Stripes and became a Hero. She breaks down various barriers and inspires people.

Q. 73 After the final page of the manga, does Deku continue working at UA as a teacher like other pros?

A. 73 He’s a teacher. He also visit facilities and elementary schools all over the country, and is invited to give lectures, so he spend his days very busy.

Total number of questions: 139,608!!!

Thank you to all the readers for all the questions!!!

And thank you to Horikoshi-sensei for his answers!

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Attaboy - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: Okay, so I know the Attaboy scene in Origins is supposed to be condescending, but I love that scene more than words can express so here we are. Also, I drew from a/b/o dynamics, which is why I have Reader nest. I hope that’s okay

This is meant to be read as a continuation of Alpha, so please read that first to have this make sense

Based on this request

CW: fluff; mild a/b/o dynamics?; Reader nests; vaguely implied sex; Reader is called pup, boy, and handsome; teasing; little bit of banter; very slightly suggestive content; no use of Y/N

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The days after the training room incident are quite happy ones for you. Your inner wolf no longer screams at you around Logan, you gained a new boyfriend, and your needs are consistently met by a man who’s almost as feral as you at times.

Now that you no longer have to avoid him, you start to relax around Logan. You’ve never really been domestic with a guy like him before. And after a little while, a few new behaviors start to pop up. Nothing major.

But they bring out the wolf side of you more than ever.

It takes Logan a little while to catch on. Your behavior around him has always been erratic, so he’s never gotten a baseline for how you normally act.

It takes you a little bit of time to realize he doesn’t know. But once you do? Oh, how you treat it like a game.

It starts with wearing his clothes. Draping yourself in his scent. You’re not the only animal-based mutants at the school, and it brings your inner instincts deep joy to know they can smell him on you.

You can see the look in his eyes when you wear his shirts so casually. When you strut around the mansion, letting his scent mingle with yours. You can smell it on him, can see the way he physically reacts.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you an ego boost. Knowing you can affect him so strongly. It’s a power trip, and you love it.

The next thing you do is nesting. You steal his shirts and maybe a blanket or two of his. Nothing too drastic. If anything, he seems amused when he sees the little nest on your bed. The carefully arranged pillows, blankets, and shirts.

He seems to enjoy leaving his scent there just as much as you do. And oh, does that make you happy.

You can tell that he starts to figure it out once he sees the way you interact with the others. You’re chipper, playful, teasing. You toss little jabs, and take them in return. You’re like a puppy, playing around with your friends.

He finally gets it when you jump up to get him his cigars one night. You’re dressed in his shirt and a pair of boxers, all cozy in his bed. But the moment he mentions wanting a smoke, you’re up and fetching them for him.

You hold out the cigar box to him, eyes bright and eager.

Logan chuckles. “You really are a pup, aren’t you?”

Your face warms. You just know if you had a tail that it would be wagging. But you decide to play it cool. “I dunno what you mean.”

Logan chuckles. He takes one of the cigars and gestures to his dresser. “Get my lighter, would ya?”

You’re moving before you even fully process his question; your instincts responding to his gesture.

Logan smirks at you. Clicks his tongue approvingly. “Attaboy.”

Your face really heats up. “Stop that.”

“Stop what, pup?” He takes the lighter from you and lights his cigar. He takes a deep drag from it and exhales the smoke. “Stop calling you what you are?”

You crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. Draping one of your legs over his and resting your head against his shoulder. “And what am I?”

He presses a kiss to your head. “You’re mine. My boy.”

You preen at his words. At the possession in his tone. “Your boy.”

“That’s right.” He smirks again. “My handsome pup.”

You smile at his words. “I’ve been waiting for you to catch on, you know.”

He chuckles. “Oh?”

“Thought about calling you alpha a couple times to maybe speed it along.”

He eyes you, the corners of his mouth tugging up. “Alpha, huh?”

You press a kiss to his shoulder. “My big, strong alpha.”

“Careful now, pup.” He nudges your head with his hand. “Don’t start something you can’t handle.”

“Oh, I can handle you just fine,” you grin. But you don’t make any move to start something. You’re content with cuddling for right now.

Logan chuckles and rests his head against yours. “I don’t doubt you can, pup. I don’t doubt you can.”

The two of you cuddle until Logan’s cigar burns down. Then he turns off the light and nuzzles into you. “Goodnight, pup.”

You smile and press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Goodnight, alpha.”

He sighs and you laugh. You can’t help it. After so long avoiding him, you’re finally here with him. And that’s all you could ever want.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Saw you do Hoarder Alex stuff, so I humbly ask if you could do Hoarder Alex HCs where the reader is an artist? just drawing him occasionally and giving him drawings of him and on the rare occasion; paintings cause why not? (They only draw him once they make sure he's fine with it because we love consent)

In the Uncanny Valley, nearly everything and everyone could be your muse. You spent a lot of time creating art in the form of drawings on paper, or sometimes paintings on small canvases. Whatever you were in the mood to make.

A lot of folks accepted portraits of themselves as payment, so you're more than happy to draw them over and over again (with consent, of course. You're a firm believer in that).

But as you were hanging out by the bridge one day, adding the finishing touches of light and shadow to your latest sketch, a rather...angry Italian voice starts spitting words at you.

"Hey...Hey!! HEY!!! EXCUSE MOI?!!!"

"...huh? Me?" You look and see Alex, the resident bridge "guardian", observing you directly, sweating as though you were about to chuck your pencil at him.

"Yes, you! What kind of scheme are you drawing there?? A plot to steal my goods?! Are you mapping out my horde?? You know that's illegal, no?"

"I'm...not drawing or mapping out anything of yours, sir." As proof, you show him your sketchbook page, which shows two red-eyed, black-feathered owls perched on the nearby haunted tree. "See?"

He leans closer, the censor bar over his face angled downwards like a furrowed unibrow as he inspects the picture, but he soon backs off after realizing you're telling the truth. "Ah, well...my apologies. But don't blame me! You kept looking this way so I could only assume!"

He leaves you alone after that, although every once in a while since that first interaction....he'd gaze at you from time-to-time, curious about what you've drawn next and even asking to see your most recent piece.

You think it's just him being shifty and overly paranoid as always, wanting to be sure you aren't actually plotting to take his stuff. But in reality...he's gaining a new obsession, and he knows he can't personally have it.

Because what he wants is yours. All of it's yours. And it'd be a cruel to take it from you--but at the same time it stresses him out, making his paws sweat as the things he was currently collecting suddenly didn't give him that boost of dopamine like they used to.

He tries thinking of ways to take your canvases and supplies when you aren't looking, but he gets too scared to actually execute his plans.

As if the guilt over stealing from the morgue wasn't enough.

One evening, you were inspired by the little moths that were clinging to the beams of the bridge and drew sketches of them flying away, free as birds (or, well, moths in this case), and you're so concentrated--that you fail to realize Alex has been staring over your shoulder for the past hour, not saying a word.

Only when you finally clean up the sketch and hold it up to admire it does he speak.

"Wow, that's pretty rad-"

"AH! W-Were you watching me the whole time???" You feel flustered, and he gets flustered back, scowling.

"When you say it like THAT, it makes it sound like I'm a stalker!! Rude!!" He shouts back, throwing a garbage bag into the river of light. "Can't even take a compliment, can you? So ungrateful! Hmph!"

"Wait, you...like my art?" Suddenly your whole attitude changes to flattery, and your smile returns when you see Alex nod shyly. "Thank you. I'm sorry. Did you....wanna keep this?" He perks up upon hearing the sounds of tearing paper. "It's just a sketch, really, so I don't have any need for it."

He's speechless as you hand it over, acting like you've just given him the Holy Grail and the cure to all his problems, before quietly asking if he had to repay you now or in the future.

After you assure him he owed you nothing, he returns to his horde and sits down to stare at the little moths, not moving for the next hour or so.

You consider Alex to be your friend now, and head home, your mission completed.

The next time you visit the bridge, he approaches you with a surprising question.

"H-Hey, if you're...running out of artistic muses, perhaps I could inspire you? Preferably without my wares in-view." He mutters, feeling embarrassed...yet after you nod in agreement, he starts panicking about how he should pose--but you tell him to just "be natural" and do whatever he usually does.

It's hard for him to do that when he keeps glancing over at your spot by the tree, anxiously wondering if you're drawing him or someone else. Hopefully not that creepy purple villager who can't seem to take their eyes off his stuff.

Soon you give him small drawings of himself. Some are silly, other abstract, and a few genuinely make him choke up in happiness. You even gave him a big painting one day, and he hasn't been able to take his eyes off of it since, keeping it proudly displayed to all passerbys.

Anytime he feels like he's gonna pass out or explode from anger, he looks at the painting like it's a mirror and tells himself affirmations.

You're grateful to have his consent, and find it sweet that he's replacing his previous obsession with one that didn't come with any shame or guilt attached.

And for once, he didn't have to resort to stealing.

[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

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As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02 @nousija @kanamethekasugaicrow

hope you enjoyed! follow for more! -des

[vyoleya]

more of my complicated DR au! (i really need to come up with a name for this, huh) today we have; lloyd!!!

all parts of my au

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

(fun fact! that first drawing was the first time i ever drew anything of this au, roughly around when i first created it, which was around may 2024! though it was VERY different back then)

HUGE ramble/lore dump under the cut :)

if you read the long arin and sora thingy, then you'll know that lloyd is VERY dead, but unfortunately for him, even death won't remove him from the narrative.

due to lloyd being the conduit, he actually had visions of his death months before it happening. of course, he was never really able to decipher the fact that it was him dying until a few weeks until it happened. (all he saw was a wolf warrior doing shatterspin, it took him awhile to realize it was object shatterspin, let alone that it was arin behind the mask.)

however, these visions are just possible futures, and there actually was a way he could've survived. there were two things that could've happened; lloyd could have killed arin, or arin could've kill him. lloyd saw both of these options.

but lloyd, knowing the whole 'curse of the first student' thing, he wanted to break the cycle. in order to do that, he went with the second option of letting arin kill him. hence, lloyd refusing to fight back against him, and letting himself be killed.

(that isn't the only thing he saw in his visions, but we'll get to that later.)

due to lloyd having the FSM on his side, along with being the conduit + having carried source dragon energy + being the green ninja + being too important to the narrative, lloyd's still got a lot to do.

in his last moments, he clings desperately onto his life enough to say his last words to arin (something along the lines of 'i think i understand my father now, because even as we fight, im still so proud of you, and i know you'll do great things') but this has an... interesting effect, making lloyd merge with his element.

his body still dies, and lloyd's merged element self / spirit (who i'll just call Life from now on) is taken to the grasslands. he also pulls arin alongside him for a few seconds, just to traumatize him a bit further! Life, being super wise and all powerful now, ends up harnessing the life inside of arin and residing within it, essentially making arin immortal.

when arin came back from the grasslands, he found that there was practically no trace of lloyd, other than his blood & his sword. arin took the sword with him, and uses it as his main weapon.

lloyd's spirit is bound to arin, and while technically he COULD move on and be happy in the grasslands in death... he doesn't want to until he knows that everyone he loves will get their happy ending. while lloyd can't exactly show himself, everyone has found that they can feel his presence around arin, and they can feel the love and care practically radiating off of him :)

but lloyd's not known as the 'green savior' for nothing though, as somehow even merged with his element, he keeps overprotective dad nature, and uses his green power to help keep those he loves alive. he's not able to speak or communicate to anyone, but he IS able to interact and move things in the environment that are alive / have energy (so plants & nature and somewhat electric things. he cant do anything with people because he's too busy keeping arin alive)

(during arin and sora's frequent fights, Life consistently interjects by moving trees and creating holes or turning off their equipment to get them to stop fighting. it never works.)

he also is able to make certain things hum alive with green energy, which he can sometimes use to guide people to certain places. so if someone he loves ever gets lost in a forest, they'll find a glowing green path through the grass leading them back to safety. of course he can only be in one place at once, and so that person is usually arin.

whenever arin takes any fatal blow, from being stabbed in the chest to losing a Whole Limb, whatever's damaged is replaced with life's for a second, then comes back like nothing happened. (people nearby swear that they can hear lloyd screaming whenever this happens.)

and finally, life is still the conduit. arin gets flashes of his visions from time to time, though it's not as violent/intruding as life takes the brunt of them.

this is very important as when arin/z ends up time traveling back, past lloyd ends up being abruptly stripped of his conduit abilites, as life has them instead. this causes many problems.

(i made an error on my last post that ive now corrected, arin did not end up in the third year of the merge, he came back during the peak of the blood moon, due to that having heightened magic. sora, however, travelled to the first year of the merge.)

sora, not quite understanding the whole 'lloyd is keeping arin alive by choice' fully believes that his spirit is trapped and it's her duty to free him, even if she needs to kill arin in doing so. she messes around with vengestone, chronosteel, deepstone, and she even asks jordana to teach her magic and spells (jordana's still struggling after rox's possession, but more on that another day) but sora is never successful, as there isn't much information on how to stop Divine Entities With Father Figure Tendencies.

this is a bit of a filler post while i try to figure out how im supposed to explain the post arin & sora time travel world... but ill get to that eventually haha. feel free to send any questions if you have em :) congrats if you read this far!

(& heres a bonus doodle)

[fivelila]

Did Five love Lila before the subway?

Well, this is a question only he knows the answer to, but today I found myself reflecting on a few scenes, and I want to share my thoughts and observations with you...

Season 2

At first, Five pretty much ignored Lila, seeing her merely as Diego's girlfriend from the mental hospital. Later, he sensed she might be lying about who she really was. In the scene where she saves him from the Swede, his expression clearly shows he’s surprised. I think that’s the moment she genuinely caught his attention—for the first time. Of course, his caution won out, and he kept an even closer eye on her. Still, I believe this was a pivotal moment.

During their first fight, Five was clearly the superior one and could have won easily. However, his triumphant gaze at her held something else: he was enjoying it. I think he found her challenging and intriguing, which drew him in.

Five bluntly tells Diego the truth about Lila, even though he sees how hurt Diego is. He throws it in his face, emphasizing that he himself is the reason they got together (more on this in Season 3).

The second fight is far more intense, with Lila determined to kill him. At this point, Five likely believed she was just another tool of the Handler and saw her as a threat he’d eliminate if necessary.

When he learns the truth about her parents, his reaction shows genuine shock. He realizes she has personal, valid reasons for targeting him. This revelation shifts his perspective; from this point, I believe he no longer truly wants to harm her.

Season 3

When Five discovers Lila has returned, she’s the only one he wants to partner with. Yes, he values her skills, but was that the only reason? I think he also wanted her company.

The bathroom scene is a chapter of its own. He must have known she was still angry with him. In this fight, it feels like Five is more focused on defending himself than actually attacking her. When Lila calls it off, he stops immediately and engages with her about the situation. This scene feels like a way to clear the air between them. And honestly, barging into someone’s bathroom isn’t exactly normal behavior—he was really asking for it. And that stance of his while talking to her? Well…

Later, when they argue, Five tells her Diego probably truly loves her. This moment stands out. Was he doing it for Diego? I don’t think so. He likely suspected "her son" might be part of her revenge plan, but why bring up Diego’s feelings? In Season 2, he didn’t seem interested in matchmaking for Diego. Could it have been for himself? To stop Lila from leaving later? Perhaps he knew the only reason she might stay was Diego.

Five understands that, because of her parents, Diego, and his own age issue, he didn’t stand a chance with her at that time. If she left, he might never see her again (I doubt he guessed she was pregnant). Reconciling her with Diego was likely the only way to keep her around. Or perhaps reflecting his own (burgeoning / unacknowledged) feelings?

At the Commission, when Lila leaves the bunker, Five glances at her in a way that suggests he doesn’t want the world to end—partly because that would mean losing her, too.

Later on, it's just small moments, but still iconic, like their dance and the apparent shift towards a truce between them.

Season 4

After six years, we don’t know much about how often Five and Lila saw each other. But given their somewhat normal lives, it likely happened a few times. Even though the first episode of the season makes it seem like most of the characters haven't seen each other in years, presenting some information in the style of family members interacting for the first time in years (well, it wasn't happily done).

The banter between Lila and Five persists, but there’s also trust. Once again, it’s just the two of them teaming up for a new mission. It’s clear by now that he genuinely cares about her and wants to protect her.

When Five talks to Diego about burying something deep and pouring concrete over it, it feels personal. What could he be referring to more than his soft spot for Diego’s wife? He also talks about Lila not giving up what she has - as if he had thought about it before.

He also agrees to her crazy idea. As in Season 3, he likely saw it as an opportunity to spend more time with her while solving mysteries.

And the subway? We all know. Only a blind person wouldn’t see that Five had fallen completely in love with her during those years. Despite the insane situation, he looked happier than ever. His smiles were genuine... and so were his glances at Lila.

So... When did he fall in love with Lila?

I think, It likely built up over time, like a snowball rolling downhill, starting from the very beginning. But the subway gave him the chance to fully embrace those feelings, and their greenhouse gave him the courage to act on them.

What do you think?

[urdreamydoodles]

Hii it's me Anon

I been reading all your MCU and Marvel And I'm in love with it!!

Do you mind if I do two Requests? If so Thank you!! And if not Freely ignore this

MCU-

Reader is a emotionless individual with the power to summon a scythe and has the ability to either kill or pass out anyone with just a Touch(It's my Oc power so I'mma let you borrow it) Reader doesn't smile or laugh and the X-Men couldn't help but be drown to it's Unique personality like reader is calm yet sassy yet has manners and one day the X men Were doing something (Either Teaching or just being themselves) when they saw by the window the reader sitting on a Tree branch(It's spring season) and Just smile at them while waving there hand out of nowhere and Snap there finger and give them wait for it.. A BEAUTIFUL RING WITH THERE INITIALS ON IT!!

So yeah Hahahaha

Marvel

Reader is Tony Stark Daughter and the Avengers has a crush on them and Tong being a overprotective father doesn't suit well with him and would often be by the reader side But reader is dense and always busy so reader doesn't know the avengers has a crush on them

😊😊😊😇😇😇🫶 Thank you!!

X-Men (Fox Universe) x Reader (&) Avengers (MCU) x Reader

The X-Men and the emotionless and powerful reader (&) Avengers and Tony Stark's Daughter

As an emotionless mutant with incredible power, you often find yourself at odds with the vibrant personalities of the X-Men, who are drawn to your calm demeanor yet curious about the depths beneath your exterior. (&) As Tony Stark's daughter, you find yourself the center of attention among the Avengers, each of them harboring a secret crush on you, though they’re careful not to let your overprotective father catch wind of their feelings.

I hope I understood perfectly what you wanted. Enjoy! (And by the way, your oc seems so amazing.)

X-Men x Emotionless, Powerful Reader

- From the start, the X-Men were both intrigued and puzzled by your calm, controlled presence. While they were used to individuals with big personalities and intense emotions, you had an aura of quiet confidence, an almost otherworldly calm that set you apart. It wasn’t that you lacked emotions entirely, but you seemed unaffected by things that would typically stir others, which drew them to you even more.

- Your powers added a layer of mystery to your already stoic nature. The ability to kill or incapacitate with a touch meant you had to be careful with others, and this only made the X-Men more curious. They admired the restraint and discipline you had, knowing how easy it would be to misuse such an ability. It’s a constant, unspoken reminder of the power you wield, but you handle it with the same calm grace as everything else.

- The scythe you summon seems to appear effortlessly in your grasp, and it’s a mesmerizing sight. The way you wield it with precision and skill leaves them in awe. You don’t boast or flaunt your strength; it’s simply part of you, as natural as breathing. They’ve noticed that in training sessions or missions, you handle threats with chilling efficiency, never losing your composure even in the heat of battle.

- Despite your calm demeanor, there’s a touch of sass in your interactions with the team. Your responses are often so dry and subtle that it takes them a second to catch the humor or sarcasm behind them. Scott was particularly taken aback the first time you replied with a deadpan remark, only for him to realize you were teasing him. Your unique sense of humor becomes something they all secretly look forward to.

- You never raise your voice, yet your presence commands respect. You carry yourself with a quiet dignity that even the most seasoned X-Men can’t help but admire. Logan has commented more than once about your impeccable manners, the way you always say “please” and “thank you” even in battle, as if you’re a force of calm in the chaos. It’s something that sets you apart in their minds, making you all the more captivating.

- When you sit in on their training sessions or discussions, you often seem detached, observing everything with that cool, serene gaze of yours. Yet you always seem to notice the small details no one else catches, and your insights are as sharp as the scythe you wield. Sometimes, you’ll make a single, quiet comment that cuts straight to the core of an issue, leaving them wondering how you always know exactly what to say.

- It was during one spring afternoon, when the trees were blossoming, that the X-Men spotted you outside. You were perched on a tree branch, almost blending into the tranquil scene, watching them through the window with a small, private smile that caught them off guard. Seeing even the slightest expression of warmth from you made something stir in their hearts—especially since you rarely smiled, and they could feel the genuine emotion behind it.

- Without any warning, you lifted a hand and gave them a small wave, your expression as serene as ever. There was something surreal about it, as if they were seeing a rare, fleeting glimpse of a side of you they’d never known. Your calm wave held a kind of affection that made them feel strangely special, like you were acknowledging them in a way only you could.

- Then, with a small snap of your fingers, a shimmering object appeared in your hand. You held it up, displaying a beautiful ring with their initials carved into it. There was no flourish, no grand display—just a simple, quiet gesture that left them speechless. You gave a subtle nod, letting them know it was for them, and their hearts raced at the thought that you’d made something so personal.

- The ring was as intricate and elegant as your scythe, an object of beauty and symbolism. It was as if you were giving them a piece of yourself, a rare expression of affection from someone so often composed and reserved. Each member of the X-Men who received the ring found themselves glancing at it throughout the day, feeling a strange warmth each time they looked at the initials you’d chosen so carefully.

- Even though you don’t show much outward affection, your calm presence alone brings a sense of peace to those around you. On missions, your steady hand and quiet focus have a grounding effect on the team. If one of them gets too riled up or panicked, all it takes is a single look from you to bring them back down, your serene gaze serving as a reminder to stay collected.

- Over time, the X-Men realize that, even if you don’t smile often, you have a unique way of expressing affection. Whether it’s through those rare smiles, the gentle sass in your words, or the thoughtful gestures like the ring, each act feels significant. They come to understand that every small gesture from you carries weight and meaning, and it’s something they grow to treasure deeply.

- Despite your stoic nature, there are moments when you offer subtle comfort. After a difficult mission, you’ll place a hand on someone’s shoulder, briefly allowing them to feel the warmth and reassurance of your presence. These fleeting touches are enough to convey a quiet strength and support, and they come to realize that, in your own way, you care deeply for them. It’s these moments that make them grateful to have you as part of the team, a steady, unyielding force who brings a unique beauty and depth to their lives.

Avengers x Tony Stark’s Daughter

- Being Tony Stark’s daughter comes with its perks and challenges. You’ve grown up in a world of high-tech gadgets, luxurious surroundings, and a lifestyle few could even imagine. But while you’re surrounded by luxury, you’re far from spoiled. Tony’s always tried to ground you, and you’ve got a mix of his intelligence, sass, and wit that keeps everyone around you on their toes.

- Despite being in the Avengers Tower and knowing all the Avengers personally, you’re surprisingly humble about it. You don’t flaunt your connections or your father’s legacy. Instead, you’re always caught up in your own projects, working late into the night on experiments or studying, which makes you even more intriguing to those around you.

- You’ve always been very dense when it comes to romance. Friends have joked about it in the past, but it’s especially amusing (and a little frustrating) for the Avengers who have a soft spot for you. You see them as mentors, teammates, and, well, Avengers—but the idea that they might be interested in you romantically never crosses your mind.

- The Avengers are fascinated by you. Your intelligence, kindness, and determination remind them of Tony’s best qualities without any of his ego. Whether you’re discussing advanced physics with Bruce, sparring with Natasha, or just cracking jokes with Clint, each Avenger finds themselves drawn to you in a way they can’t fully explain.

- Tony is fiercely protective of you, and everyone knows it. Anytime an Avenger even so much as glances at you with admiration, Tony’s right there, subtly (or not-so-subtly) reminding them that he’s watching. He’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, shoot a warning look, or casually mention how any hurt to you would be dealt with swiftly. His overprotectiveness can get a little intense, but it’s clear he cares deeply.

- Your obliviousness to the Avengers’ crushes drives Tony a little crazy, and he constantly tries to steer you away from certain members. When Steve starts spending too much time training you, or Thor’s teaching you how to throw his hammer, Tony’s quick to intervene, often with a sly comment or an excuse to pull you away. You think he’s just being his usual, overbearing self, but he’s truly on high alert.

- Bruce Banner is one of the few people Tony trusts around you without much worry. Bruce’s calm, gentle nature eases Tony’s mind, but even Bruce can’t help but feel a soft affection for you, admiring your intelligence and curiosity. Your long, thoughtful conversations with Bruce about science or the world’s complexities are some of his favorite moments, though he keeps his admiration quiet out of respect for both you and Tony.

- Clint Barton is playful with you in a way that’s less about training and more about having fun. He’ll make offhand, flirty comments that you always brush off with a laugh. You think he’s just being Clint, which only makes him smirk more. To him, it’s a lighthearted crush, but he finds himself waiting for any excuse to spend time with you, even if it’s just swapping sarcastic banter in the break room.

- Thor’s admiration for you is almost reverent. He sees you as a rare soul—brave, noble, and wise beyond your years. He’ll often compare you to Asgardian royalty, praising your qualities in a way that makes you blush but which you assume is just Thor being his grandiose self. For him, the feelings run deep, though he’s far too honorable to do anything more than enjoy your company and shower you with compliments.

- Steve Rogers respects your intelligence and courage, which draws him to you in a subtle, almost unspoken way. He admires the way you stand up to your father and hold your own around the team, but he’s also aware of Tony’s protectiveness. Steve’s respectful nature keeps him from openly pursuing anything, but he can’t help lingering around you during training or making an effort to spend time with you.

- Natasha Romanoff appreciates your sassy yet respectful personality, seeing a bit of herself in your straightforward nature. She’s subtle, of course, but there’s an affection in the way she’ll offer you quiet advice or defend you when Tony’s being a bit too overbearing. She won’t admit to anyone (least of all Tony) that she has a soft spot for you, but it’s clear in her actions.

- It all comes to a head when you casually wave at the Avengers from across the room, oblivious to the attention you’re receiving. Tony stands between you and them, arms crossed, giving each of them a look that could kill. You’re too busy grabbing your next project to notice, but Tony’s staring down the team like a hawk, and it takes everything in them to keep their reactions hidden.

- While you remain blissfully unaware of their feelings, the Avengers slowly come to terms with the fact that maybe their admiration will always stay just that—admiration. They respect your dedication and know that as long as Tony’s around, they’ll keep their crushes low-key. Still, each of them harbors a soft spot for you, and you can’t help but notice the extra kindness and warmth that follows you wherever you go in Avengers Tower.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Mitsuhide Akechi Sequel

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Not a full translation. Not proofread.

Mitsuhide: "Let me hear that story as well."

Sasuke: "!"

(Mitsuhide!)

The moment I saw his face, my chest instinctively swelled, and a smile spread across my face.

Mitsuhide & Sasuke: "............"

(Wait, this isn't the time to be smiling!)

Mai: "Um, Mitsuhide, this person is my friend, and—"

Mitsuhide: "His name is Sasuke, and like you, he came from the future, correct?"

Mai: "Eh?"

Mitsuhide: "Apologies, but I overheard your conversation."

Without the slightest hint of guilt, he sat down beside me.

Mitsuhide: "Wearing such attire and sneaking into the castle must mean you're a member of a faction opposing the Oda forces."

(How could he deduce so much in an instant?!)

Sasuke: "Yes. I apologize for trespassing."

Sasuke: "Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Sasuke Sarutobi."

Sasuke: "And you are Lord Mitsuhide Akechi, correct?"

Mitsuhide: "Oh? You know my name, and you're still this calm?"

He narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Sasuke: "I understand I'm in a position where I can offer no excuses, but please allow me to say this one thing."

Sasuke: "Mai is my friend."

(Sasuke...)

Mitsuhide: "From the beginning, I had no intention of killing you."

Sasuke: "Huh?"

Mitsuhide: "Amidst a castle brimming with hostility, you risked your life to infiltrate enemy territory and rush to Mai's side."

Mitsuhide: "It would be foolish of me to use my sword against her beloved friend."

Mitsuhide smiled faintly and drew me closer.

Mitsuhide: "Thank you, Mai's friend."

(He seems to be stressing the word 'friend' a bit too much.)

Sasuke: "Being patronized by the famous Akechi Mitsuhide is one of the top five most miraculous experiences I've had since coming to the Sengoku period."

(Is Sasuke touched?)

Mitsuhide: "You seem like an interesting man, Sasuke."

After murmuring that with a laugh, his eyes sharpened once again.

Mitsuhide: "Mai, I learned about your condition from a letter from Kyubei."

Mitsuhide: "I'm sorry. I must have made you feel anxious."

Mai: "No, I'm just glad you came back."

(He must have returned to Azuchi immediately after reading the letter.)

Being this close made me realize how anxious I was when he was gone.

Mitsuhide: "Sasuke, would you mind continuing where you left off?"

Sasuke: "............"

Mitsuhide: "............"

(The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.)

As I watched them exchange wordless glances, my chest began to stir.

Sasuke: "From the looks of it, you may have reached the same hypothesis as I have."

Mai: "The same hypothesis?"

Mitsuhide: "............"

Mitsuhide fixed Sasuke with a piercing gaze.

Sasuke, accepting it head-on, nodded.

Sasuke: "First, I'd like to confirm the situation."

Mai: "Okay."

Sasuke: "The phenomena happening to you can be summarized in three points:"

Sasuke: "You're becoming invisible to others, your voice isn't reaching them, and the others can't touch you. Is that right?"

Mai: "Yeah, that's correct."

Sasuke: "However, you can still see others, hear their voices, and perceive them normally."

Mai: "Yeah."

(Hearing it laid out like this feels so surreal.)

Sasuke: "I believe these anomalies can be rephrased as follows: Mai, you are gradually losing the ability to interact with people living in this era."

(Losing the ability to interact...?)

Mai: "Does that mean I won't be able to connect with anyone around me anymore?"

Sasuke: "Yeah."

Mitsuhide: "............"

(That's almost like I'm a...)

Mai: "Ghost."

Sasuke: "............."

Mitsuhide: "Continue, Sasuke."

Mitsuhide, maintaining his composure, urged Sasuke to proceed.

Sasuke nodded and handed Mitsuhide the Travel Guide.

Sasuke: "Lord Mitsuhide, are you familiar with this book?"

Mitsuhide: "Mai has told me about it. It's a history book from five hundred years into the future."

Sasuke: "That's right. This book, however, has a peculiar flaw—the section following the Incident at Honnoji is completely blank."

Sasuke: "What happened that night was significantly different from the events recorded five hundred years later."

Sasuke: "The most crucial difference is..."

Mai: "That I saved Lord Nobunaga?"

Sasuke: "Yeah."

Sasuke: "That said, the cause of the historical alteration lies in the time slip itself. Mai, you're not at fault for anything."

Sasuke: "But if there's a significant difference between the original history and the current one, that would be it."

(He's right. Sasuke's explanation makes sense.)

Sasuke: "This might be an unscientific and utterly speculative hypothesis, but perhaps Mai is being rejected by this world as divine punishment for altering history."

(Divine punishment...)

Mitsuhide: "............"

[arabianbaby53]

Why do all of Daryl's love interest's strikingly resemble Beth?

I’ve always found it incredibly interesting how deeply Beth impacted Daryl’s psyche—so I wanted to rant about it for a bit.

In The Walking Dead: Origins, Norman Reedus says, “This is the first girl who’s ever been nice to Daryl, so he misreads the situation." Then, in Daryl Dixon: The Return, he confirms that Daryl did have real feelings for Beth. Their relationship was meant to come off as lovey-dovey, Daryl just never got the chance to act on it.

Beth’s warmth, kindness, and relentless optimism came at a time when Daryl was at his lowest—after the fall of the prison. And for the first time, he allowed himself to emotionally open up. To be vulnerable. What does Beth do in response? She meets him with nothing but patience and understanding. Even when he lashes out, she never judges him—she just tries to comfort him. No malice, no fear. Just compassion.

It def marked a turning point in their relationship. They went from simply surviving side by side to genuinely caring for each other. There was a softness growing between them—a deep, mutual trust. After they burned down the shack, I really think Daryl truly let Beth into his heart. we see this quiet shift in their relationship. He starts teaching her how to track, they hold hands and he gives her a piggyback ride and when he stands in the door way watching Beth sing, i believe thats when he 100% realized he was falling in love with her

In their final scene together at the funeral home, while sharing dinner Daryl begins to awkwardly open up about his complicated emotions. But they never get to finish their conversation. :(

Norman said it best: “She was the light at the end of a tunnel for Daryl.” After Beth was kidnapped Daryl refused to say she was dead to Rick instead simply said "she's just gone" grit his teeth and held out hope he'd find her. But once they were finally reunited after everything, she was taken again, right before his eyes, then shit after Beth’s death? Daryl breaks down in a way we hadn't seen before annnd haven’t really seen since.

He pulls away from the group, isolates himself and shows how desperate he is to be numb and avoid the topic of Beth to the point where he begins self-harming puts a cigarette out on his skin and sobs uncontrollably in the woods. Then We see it again with his conversation with Rick when Rick says, "I know you lost something back there. "...

Daryl quickly changes the subject to Judith, being hungry and avoiding the topic of Beth.

He did it with Carol, too. While she talked about Beth, he just listened, didn't say a word. Carol even says to him, "You have to let yourself feel it." Meaning, he wasn't letting himself feel it...

Beth gave Daryl a safe space to confront his grief and trauma, gently helping him release the weight of his past. In doing so, she drew out a side of him that was more compassionate, teaching him to interact with the world in a way that contrasted sharply with the hardened, cynical approach he'd learned from Merle. She encouraged him to see the goodness in people, a perspective he had long since lost.

The acceptance she offered made Daryl emotionally reliant on her during their time together. Though they were complete opposites, they balanced each other in a way that made them co-dependent for different reasons. Each of them brought out strengths in the other, and together they found a fragile, yet powerful, kind of harmony.

Beth didn’t owe him anything, yet she chose to help him, even though it wasn’t easy. For Daryl, it was a first—he’d never had anyone prioritize him without expecting something in return. even if it was an uphill battle.

Furthermore Daryl also struggled deeply with self-worth, often seeing himself as a dumb redneck who wasn’t worth a damn. But with Beth, for the first time, i think he felt like he really mattered to someone not because he had anything to give back in return but because maybe he was actually important to her.

What makes this all the more heartbreaking is that Daryl never got closure. After Beth wove her way into his heart and helped him see himself in a new light, she was suddenly gone. She left behind nothing but the echoes of their time together—the way she made him feel: cared for, valued, and significant. Beth was the one bright spot in his dark world, a force of kindness who only ever tried to make things better. And in the end, that light was extinguished, for no good reason and Daryl was left with nothing but the memories of what could have been.

I don’t think his character has ever fully recovered since Coda He’s quieter now. More guarded (if possible). He lost that spunk.

To really dubble down on that pain and how much Beth ment to him Daryl kept her knife on him 24'7 until the Saviors took him hostage And to this day, he hasn’t said her name. Not once.

So what does any of that say about his future relationships?

Let’s start with Leah... the tame one.

Eight years after Coda, we’re introduced to her. And here’s something I noticed: every woman Daryl has been involved with since Beth? Blonde, blue eyes And all of them, in some way, needed him—just like Beth did.

The similarities:

Both Leah and Beth are introduced as kind and hopeful, though their natures evolve over time.

Both are lonely, isolated characters.

Both try to get Daryl to open up emotionally before he’s ready.

But that’s where the similarities end, especially in terms of personality. I think her general appearance allowed Daryl to lower his guard, to try again.

It wasn’t necessarily about Leah herself—it was what she reminded him of.

BUT NOW WE’RE ONTO THE CRAZY ONE! Isabelle is proxy Beth, and you will not be able to change my mind.

• Scars on Their Wrists: Both Beth and Isabelle have scars on their wrists, symbolizing their struggles and survival.

• Singing Moments: Remember how Beth often sang, bringing a sense of peace amidst chaos? Isabelle and Laurent shared a similar moment, showcasing their bond and offering a brief respite from the harsh reality. • Innocent and Kind Nature: Both characters are portrayed as kind-hearted and somewhat innocent, yet they possess an inner strength that becomes more evident as their stories unfold. • Protective Roles: Beth was incredibly protective of Judith and others in the group. Likewise, Isabelle takes on a protective role for Laurent, ensuring his safety and well-being. • Influence on Daryl: Both Beth and Isabelle have a profound impact on Daryl. Beth helped him open up emotionally and find hope during a dark time, while Isabelle helps him rediscover a sense of purpose in France.

• Faith and Hope: Both characters embody themes of faith and hope. Beth’s belief in a better future and her positive outlook are mirrored in Isabelle’s hope and determination. • EVEN HOW THEY DIE Beth and Isabelle both hid sharp weapons in their sleeves. Both struck their attackers. Both were killed immediately in retaliation. And Daryl had to watch both of them die. Beth stabbed Dawn, was instantly shot, and died infront of him

Isabelle sliced Losang’s face, was stabbed and and died infront of him It’s almost too similar. Even though our favorite blonde has been gone for years, Daryl is still searching for her. Maybe not literally—but emotionally, spiritually—he’s looking. Whether he realizes it or not, you can’t deny the parallels. Leah, Isabelle... they echo Beth in different ways. Leah looked like her—maybe that’s why she caught his attention after Rick vanished. She filled a void, a shadow of what he lost. But Isabelle? Isabelle was Beth in spirit. The way she acted, the light in her, the hope.

Beth truly did emotionally scar daryl and left a hole that couldn't be filled for the rest of his life the attachments and feelings he still holds for her are evidently apparent. she was the first woman he ever fell in love with and I don’t think he’ll ever recover from that, she probably will be the only person to get Daryl to open up the way she did. But that doesn’t stop him from trying to replicate his relationship with her over and over…

Their ark together was the happiest we’ve ever seen Daryl and the most emotionally comfortable we’ve seen him with another individual. His sorrow truly comes from finally finding her and feeling that burning, hope that it’s truly not over and she was right all along.

Only Her to be gone in the snap of a finger

"you're gonna miss me so bad when i'm gone daryl dixon" i can say with 100% certainty he definitely misses her more than she could ever know, and i think that sentence truly haunts him.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Could i request G, I, L, O, and U for Mihawk with the alphabet please? I love your takes on these characters.

Aww, thank you!

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

His love for you isn't a game, but by god does he love the thrill of a good hunt. His darling being feisty is ideal for him. With his dream already being well achieved, he's honestly quite bored in his day to day life. Terrorizing random pirates that irk him in one way or another only entertains him so much. He needs something with real substance, and that comes in the form of playing a cat and mouse game with you (he frequently calls you his little mouse as a term of endearment and slight teasing jab).

Fighting back against him and running away is an extremely frustrating process, and not just because of how unsuccessful it is. No, it's his attitude that drives you up the wall. He keeps giving you critiques and pointers. You tried to run while he slept? He's admonishing you for not even trying to drug or poison him. You tried to fight him? He's correcting your stance, your hold on the weapon, and your technique the entire time. You made some elaborate escape plan? He calls it cliche and says that he knows you can do better than that. All of this combined almost makes you want to throw in the towel and sit quietly in his castle just to spite him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

While he adores the fun of you running away and fighting him, he does hope that you'll settle down and come to love him eventually. Even then, he still wants you to be a little feisty. Like having some playfully sharp banter and doing little things to get a rise out of each other. Think like a somewhat vitriolic spin on a Morticia and Gomez Addams type relationship.

Outside of that, he wants to have a quaint life with you in his castle. He'd also like to teach you how to fight with a sword because he does want you to be self sufficient to a degree, plus he considers it to be a fun bonding activity. Once you've calmed down, he plans to marry you. The rings will be uniquely gothic yet simple, and you'll have a quiet ceremony in his garden... At least it was quiet until Shanks and company showed up because they someone caught wind of this despite Mihawk's best effort.

Mihawk isn't super interested in children, but he doesn't hate the idea either. On one hand, he thinks that Perona's spontaneous appearances are enough, but if you two were to have a surprise baby or some kid washed up on shore, he wouldn't be upset about it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

In hindsight, it's a little embarrassing how easily he drew you in. Mihawk is an attractive and charming man. The first interactions are short and sweet. They give you a taste while still maintaining an air of mystery. He gives you little gifts, like an article of clothing that he thought would suit you or some well-aged wine that he made himself. After that stage, he offers for you to come have dinner at his home. At that point, he's been a suave gentleman, so you see no reason to turn down him. What you don't realize is that he has no intention of letting you leave once you're there. That will be an after dinner surprise for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Beyond trapping you on his island, you're pretty much free to do whatever your heart desires. He won't even disarm you because as mentioned in G, he loves a good fight. On top of that, he won't force you to do anything with him besides just staying on the island. If you two kiss, it's only going to be because you initiated it. He wants you to want him, and he also admittedly gets a kick out of how annoyed you are when you start to want him due to him being one of the very few people you ever get to interact with. He won't harm you either because he simply finds no reason to. It's not like you're going to be any real threat to him, so hurting you would be like a hunter giving a handicap to a baby deer.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

A few things: He enjoys your fighting and escape attempts, he's shockingly respectful of some of your boundaries, and he isn't prone to jealousy.