#I’m actually really proud of this because I struggle a lot with making clothes look more or less original

[cuteniaarts]

Rough concept of 14-year-old Haya, which I’d call a quick sketch if I hadn’t spent almost two hours on it

Alternatively: Photos taken moments before disaster (read as: a few months before her parents died)

[tomscocksleeve]

I love you

Paring; Tom kaulitz x Female reader

Genre: fluff?+ smut

Warnings: regular smut

Word count;767 (give or take) words

You were Georg’s younger sister. You loved hanging out with the band so much because it gave you a sense of belonging. You struggled with socializing a lot and were very shy and quiet so hanging with them was very amazing and made you feel like you had a safe space. Out of all the members you ended up closer with Tom. He was the only one that could actually touch you and actually be close to you without you freaking out. You both would play on your switch together and most oftenly it would be you playing some game and Tom was by your side watching with a smile. One day it was pouring down heavy rain and you hated lighting and thunder so you hid out in your room the whole day. While you were playing your switch and you heard a knock.

It was Tom.

He came in to check up on you and make sure you were okay and safe. “Hey y/n, I wanted to make sure you were alright. I know you don’t like rain too much.” He then walked over to sit down next to you and he wrapped his arm around you holding you and you gave off a soft smile. You loved when he held you but were always way too shy to even say anything. “I’m okay thank you…” you said, he then rested his head on your shoulder and it caught your attention so you set your switch down. You looked at him confused by this and he just stayed there. You decided to follow his lead and you rested with him.

“You’re beautiful y/n…” he said in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile softly and you started playing with his fingers. “Thank you…” you replied softly. He kissed your head and you realized maybe this was your chance. “Tom..?” You whispered and he looked up at you. You placed a quick tender kiss on his lips and he had a bit of a shocked expression before he looked at you. “Wait… why’d you break it so fast.” He said before chuckling and cupping your cheek kissing you longer. You kissed back and you both just had so much passion and it was sweet.

After a while of making out he kept his hand on your cheek. “Y/n… I really want to do more with you… can we? Are you ready for it…” he said. You thought about it and nodded. You wanted to trust him and I mean he was your friend anyway. He smiled and he gently laid you down on your bed and he was on top of you. He wanted to be extra careful and he ran his hands all up and down your body making sure you were okay with everything, he also wanted to understand your body. He placed kisses all on your jawline, cheeks, lips, and neck. Once you were more relaxed he started taking your shirt off and he was in awe of your body. He kissed your stomach gently and kissed your chest as well. “Beautiful…” he muttered, kissing you and admiring you. He could feel the erection but he knew not to rush anything.

After, he took your clothes off and he gently inserted himself inside you. Your heat enveloping his cock made him crazy and he moaned. As he started going in and out of you he picked up pace. He held your hand as he fucked you and his other hand held your waist. He was going faster and faster and both of you were going to cum. “Fuck… this is so good…” he said and started cursing in German. “Scheiß.” Once he felt you starting to tighten around him he smiled and kissed your lips fucking you as fast as he could until you came. His ultimate goal was for you to be pleasured first.

Once you came he came as well and the cums mixed together. You both were sweaty and he kissed you and laid next to you. “In a few minutes we can go shower…” he said and kissed your cheek running his fingers through your hair. “You did so good for me I’m proud of you” you smiled softly at him and he sighed before speaking once more. “I want to be with you.” You turned to look at him. “You mean it..? You want to be mine?” You asked and he nods. You smiled softly kissing him. After you both were a little less drained you both went together to go take a shower.

[reverie-starlight]

as an apology for not posting actual content for so long (I’ve been so stressed with job hunting and school things and poor mental health) here’s a little kuroo thought I had, that I will maybe expand on in the future in a full fic: 

(disclaimer: talks of poor mental health, he comforts you, lots of fluff from my boy bc it’s what I deserve. gn!reader)

he would take the absolute best care of you when you’re not feeling all mentally there, okay???

depressive episode and have a hard time taking care of yourself? he’s laying in bed with you and caressing your cheek, slowly coaxing you into taking a shower with him. he’s careful about making sure it doesn’t come off as shaming you for being unhygienic- he knows how hard it is for you to even feel things some days, let alone care enough to do basic self care. but that’s okay, that’s exactly why he’s there.

he’s so patient with you, slowly sitting you up and rubbing your back as you wipe your eyes, looking at him so pitifully, apologizing for being such a burden-

“hey, no, none of that. you’re not a burden to me. you deserve all the care and patience in the world, okay? i’m here for you, i love you. just let me help you, sweetheart.”

he gets you in the shower and takes on the responsibility of making it a pleasant experience- he’s humming your favourite song, scrubbing your arms with a loofa and making you crack a small smile when he tries to make you a bubble beard out of the suds. and then later, he’s kneeling in front of you, drying you with a soft, warm towel fresh out of the dryer, getting you into fresh clothes and carrying you to the kitchen for a hearty meal. even if you don’t feel up to eating it all, he’s fine with that. he just needs to know that you have food in your stomach. 

if you’re going through a patch of intense stress and anxiety that is just festering and not being released properly? also extremely patient. he will handle the rise in irritation like a champ, never holding it against you if you accidentally snap at him or get more intense than usual. he will remind you that he loves you and that it will pass. he will talk you through every panic attack you have, never judging you about what sets you off, even if it’s just the smallest inconvenience. and if what you were stressed about doesn’t end how you were hoping it would? he’s holding you as you finally let yourself break down and sob into his chest. he’s reminding you that he loves you no matter what, he doesn’t think that you’re a failure. he will stand with you until you’re able to get back on your feet, never once thinking anything less of you.

and let’s talk about the general affirmations he would give you throughout your entire relationship, yes, but especially when he knows you’re going through it. telling you how much he loves you, how fucking proud he is that you keep getting up every morning- he reminds you that your best right now is more than enough.

i just think he’d be so amazing and understanding with a s/o who struggles with their mental health and i need him to be here with me immediately.

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I fully wrote this for myself, because I have been going though it a lot lately, but if anyone reading this is also struggling, I hope better days are coming for us really soon. we’ve got this!! :)

[lifmera]

Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

-🕷️🕸️

HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

[outofangband]

Thinking about the differing reactions between Morwen and Rían with regards specifically to trauma and pride (I’m always thinking about this but I started writing this up like a month or so ago for @tolkiengenweek day one)

I will actually make something less extremely rambling for day one later

Rían is gentle and seemingly fragile. She’s a singer and songwriter, she loves trees and flowers. I think with her craft there is an element of preservation. Is she trying to gather what few memories of home she has, like cupping water that will slip through her fingers? Or create something that will be remembered if her own being becomes ash and smoke

I imagine Rían as being, like her nephew and brother in law, as quick to pity and to quick to tears. The sorrow she has endured has made her response to the sorrows of others softer.

Morwen is stern and proud and is not moved to pity like Húrin and Túrin. She is sharp and severe and wants nothing from anyone.

I’ve said before, I headcanon that Morwen and Rían have an extremely close relationship that is generally healthy. Except there is a part of both of them that never entirely gets out of the headspace of being on the run and among strangers, sometimes hostile ones. They are both very protective of each other and very mistrusting of others and of authorities of any kind, even years after they’ve seemed to settle in

Only half formed thoughts at the moment but I don’t really think that Morwen’s pride especially with regards to Doriath and with Aerin can be looked at without the context that Morwen has already lived through this. She has already once come to a place, two places! with nothing and been forced to rely on strangers for shelter, clothing and safety, without a clear expectation of what they might want in return

When Morwen as a child let the people of Hithlum give her their clothes, house her alongside them, offer their own food, she was forced to allow these to take the place of her own. Perhaps more acutely did she feel this in Brethil. Her clothes, possessions and home were lost to the flames. The flora and fauna that made up her peoples food were killed or scattered too. She cannot grieve these things while being expected to perform gratitude in a certain way.

Morwen never fully accepts or understands what they might want in return. She knows what happens when people’s kindness turns, or when the object of their pity becomes unappealing to them. (I’ve talked about some of the struggles related to this in both Brethil and Hithlum and how much it impacted Morwen). I think a lot about her being contrasted with Túrin specifically with them being “quick to pity” because she was “stern with others as with herself”.

There is just…such a lack of control that is involved with young Morwen as a refugee and I think that is one aspect of her pride that is very important.

That and the monumental legacy that she and Rían must preserve, being among the last of their people alive.

And I think about too Rían’s response to this. Rían is never noted to have this same pride and I think unlike Morwen she is quick to pity and compassion. But while she might not bristle at the idea of being pitied but I don’t think she likes it much more than her cousin. Rían tastes a darker undercurrent to it and she can never completely relax.

They are never truly settled, they are always afraid, simultaneously, of being hunted, driven off and of being trapped and imprisoned.

(Morwen knows she is viewed as proud and has accepted that the alternative is worse.)

I’ve been thinking a lot about Morwen and Rían’s relationship lately and how devastating Rían’s flight must have been for Morwen especially after losing Húrin. It’s only the beginning of the story in the Narn but the sense of tragedy and loss and just unfairness is so palpable to me here. Morwen and Rían arrive together after, as the text says, the ruin of the Bragollach. They are both orphaned refugees in a completely unfamiliar world with each other being among their only connection to their home and family.

And eventually Húrin gains Morwen’s trust and friendship and later her love and then after only a few years he is taken. While Rían who has only been married for a month or so experiences the same loss. Once again they are together in grief and trauma and this time Rían is more than old enough to understand what has happened and what will happen. She doesn’t remember the invasion of Ladros in much detail but she remembers the fear and urgency and the exhaustion of fleeing.

And this time she runs again. Afraid and desperate for news. I wrote a bit more about this here, it’s difficult for me to put my thoughts on it completely into words. And Morwen never finds out exactly what happened to her. She knows Rían is dead and feels that any alternative is likely worse.

Rían would not do well in captivity. Morwen knows this as much as she knows anything.

And Morwen is alone, occasional visits from Aerin her only connection to others and of course these are always entwined with other fear and grief.

Note: I do not mean at all to insult or condemn Rían for fleeing and, like Morwen I have to wonder if things would have been worse for her had she remained in now occupied Dor-lómin. But I just wanted to explore this particular grief of Morwen’s

Anyways consider this drafting while I make an official complex trauma post for Morwen because being overly analytical about suffering is what I do. Also I want to rewrite my post about how the descriptions and examples of Morwen’s pride read so vividly as descriptions and examples of a form of complex trauma

[prettyoddfever]

do you think brendon was pretending to be straight in presplit yaers or is he pretending to be pan now?

Uhh ok. so I'm going to breeze past a whole lot of problems with this question and just skip right to explaining a few things...

I think most of us were well aware that Brendon wasn’t straight by 2008, but we weren’t really searching for a label… some fans thought he was gay & still figuring everything out, while others guessed that he was probably bisexual. It really wasn’t a big deal. We just knew that Brendon was definitely into both girls & guys nbd.

First of all, people didn’t talk about their sexuality as openly in 2007 as they do now. It usually wasn’t part of an identity that you put in your bio or whatever. (Things are totally different now, but I just want to add that not having a public label still doesn't make you any less valid. I completely relate to Brendon now on the “sure, you can call me pan if you need to” concept). The important point is that your sexuality wasn’t really a common or easy-to-discuss topic in the mid-2000s. So even IF Brendon never said a single thing about it or just focused on talking about liking girls in interviews, that still would've been a pretty normal approach.

But Brendon was unusually open about liking guys if you were paying attention. I’m not talking about how a lot of people online called him gay during the Fever era because he “carried himself like a girl,” did the stage gay stuff with Ryan just to make fans lose their shit, wore mostly girl’s clothes, or spontaneously broke into dances like this onstage. That is not "evidence." I’m talking about actual info that Brendon intentionally chose to convey to fans (btw this is super weird for me to look back as an adult and try to talk about how people were sexualizing an 18-year-old, so please keep in mind that I’m just like trying to outline the fandom and events here ok).

So the band’s first UK tour in late January 2006 was when I started to notice that a large amount of gay teens seemed to be in the fandom purely for Brendon (more specifically, for Brendon’s butt). There were absolutely stories of guys hitting on Brendon that season, but it mostly sounded like Brendon was just embarrassed & shy like usual with that kind of attention. Yes, he claimed he was straight in interviews in spring 2006 and we’d get gems like this Kerrang cover (the actual quote from Brendon was “I support it, but I’m not gay”):

I got the sense that many of those types of answers later that year were out of frustration with the assumption that the guys must be gay if they were defying gender stereotypes. For example, this October 2006 interview in Munich asked if the guys were gay because they wore makeup and Brendon answered “that’s probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” He seemed to have had enough of that kind of assumption at that point. However, Brendon was still comfortable giving answers like this one in August 2006 (he didn’t shut up about his love for Freddie Mercury from the start). 

Anyways, by summer 2006 there were some rumors about guys who’d approached Brendon and hadn’t been visibly turned down (I’m trying to stick with facts here and not get into rumors… but I think it’s worth noting that those types of rumors existed by that summer and that the rumors over the years didn’t reflect negatively on him in any way). And then on July 19th Brendon intentionally chose to wear this bandana out to greet a crowd of fans after the show. This picture became really popular along with a screenshot of the gay hanky code (which you can google on your own):

When the Pretty. Odd. era started in early 2008 Brendon was actually telling the occasional crowd that he was into guys. He struggled throughout that year to gain autonomy and regain some control onstage, so I was proud to see how he was able to defiantly make it clear that he liked guys at the final show of the Pretty. Odd. era. Here's a contrast I made a while ago of the same part of the show during the first and last tours of the Pretty. Odd. era just because I think the growth is neat:

He was also a lot more comfortable in interviews when the topic came up... like on this interview around July 10, 2008 he just laughed and basically said he’d seduce guys with the same song he picked to seduce girls:

I also thought it was interesting how in 2008 Spencer went out of his way to make a point in multiple print interviews that Brendon could be gay. He left space for that valid possibility and showed that Brendon would have his total support... but he also made it clear that he wasn’t going to say anything certain until Brendon did. This could've easily been because Spencer was just trying to voice his support for LGBTQ+ rights. Maybe I read too much into some comments at the time simply because Spencer seemed to be quietly watching out for Brendon in other ways that year and was often visibly tuned into how he was doing. I don't really want to project any motivation onto Spencer now so I'll just leave his determined silence here instead lol.

Anyways, this is by no means a comprehensive list. It’s just a few points that came to mind right now and I’m mainly focusing on stuff that Brendon chose to share with fans as he was figuring out life. He wasn’t hiding with those actions or statements. They were absolutely noteworthy for that time period, and the part of the fandom that paid attention to the irl band understood that Brendon was also into guys nbd.

[maybemclaren]

PIT TO PODIUM F1 FANFIC

CHAPTER 1 on aoc

diversity win! the inaccurate self indulgent cringey f1 oc y/n mf is a trans man

i don’t see enough of these catering to fanboys so lessgoooo

“P10! What happened out there, Levi Murray?”

I joinin with the interviewer's laugh. His eye’s crinkle, like we’re mates catching up over a beer. I’m not fooled though, he’s digging for answers. They all are.

“Aw man. It was a tough race.” I wipe my sweaty brow. I’m gross and still a little out of breath, not camera ready at all, but I play it up by unzipping my suit around my waist. The cameraman zooms in on my torso. I feel exposed. I shake it out.

“But, you know, I did my best out there, and that’s all anyone can do.”

“What about the car, man? I mean, it has its faults, but I could see you really struggling with the steering.”

I pretend that I’m talking to my dad about the last AFL match, but it doesn’t help. He doesn’t look at me like I’m a commodity to be drained.

“Ah, well. I know the team is already onto it, and we’ll get this sorted before the next race. What happened today wasn’t anyone’s fault, but it's our responsibility to fix it.” A classic PR line. The interviewer knows this game.

“Are you sure it was nobody's fault? Steering wheels don’t just crash out like that out of nowhere. Do you suspect foul play?”

This middle aged white man won’t let up. The press are fucking vultures. I just want to go home.

“As a driver, and a mechanic, I can tell you that these things do just happen sometimes. It'll be investigated by the team, but like I said, I don’t believe it was anyone's fault.”

I turn to the camera.

“I’d like to thank our strategists and engineers for their amazing problem solving at the moment, and for making it a great race. We still have a lot to be proud of. I have full faith in the team, the car, and myself. We’re still on track for the podium next month, nothing can stop us.”

The man smiles, extending his hand like it’s a peace offering. He's got his sound bite, he can go now. It’s business, an exchange.

“Thank you Levi, have a good night.”

I pass off the microphone and place my free hand upon our handshake for good measure. “You too mate, cheers.”

He wishes me luck and claps me on the shoulder as I depart. The camera keeps rolling as he launches into a monologue summarising the race. Must’ve been live. I make a mental note to imagine that I’m talking to someone I actually want to during interviews.

I head straight to the garage. I’m being watched the whole time, either by film camera, phones or drones. I keep my head high. If I let anyone know that I’m disappointed then they’ll pounce. Vulnerability is weakness in the paddock. There’s too much media, and competition.

No matter how much I want to cry under a hot shower and go straight to bed, I have a post race ritual. After I’ve finished with the public and the press I visit the garage and thank the pit crew, mechanics, engineers and strategists. If I see the rest of the team, or anyone in orange to be honest, I wave and say hi. Sometimes I’ll find some other drivers who are also in the same post-race-pre-debrief limbo, but today I headed upstairs right away to clean up for the debrief.

I grimace at myself in the mirror. “Post race glow” is bullshit. Whoever came up with that has clearly never met a racecar driver. We smell like hot garbage after stewing for hours.

I peel off my clothes, putting them in the bin specifically labelled. I wonder how much they’re worth now.

I get in the shower, refusing to look down. I don’t know what it is, maybe insecurity because I’m shorter and leaner than the other drivers on the grid. Maybe the way that camera man pounced at the opportunity to film my body. It hits me that he owns that footage now, he can do whatever he likes with it. My body was never mine, it’s always the property of some middle aged creep who’s going to drain it for money and attention. I make quick work of getting dressed.

A/N: IN THIRD PERSON NOW DONT ASK

The debrief meeting is painful. Having to rewatch your mistakes in slow motion from a million different angles is humiliating. So is hearing everybody’s opinion on it. Feedback is great, but not when you’re in the middle of fucking spiralling. He tells them what he thinks happened to the wheel and what should be done, but no one listens because he's not a mechanical engineer anymore.

“Fine, don’t listen to me, but it’s my life on the line if it comes off again, not yours.”

He’s called dramatic and told he is free to go. He gets driven to the hotel because no one lets him drive when it doesn’t benefit them.

His PR agent, Claire, calls him to discuss his image. He wouldn’t call Claire his PR agent, she’s a good friend of his, since they’re similar in age and get along.

He trusts her to tell him the truth about how he’s perceived. As he expected, his ‘post race glow’ is a hot topic in fan circles. The interview with the vulture man was well received, people are commenting on how charismatic and attractive Levi is etc etc.

There’s a picture of him on twitter in the garage chatting with his friends in the pit crew. The user praised how “down to earth he is” for talking to the crew, “not letting the fame get to his head”. He hasn’t changed. Everything else around him has. He almost forgets Claire is yapping in his ear about his team with Oscar, two true blue Aussie blokes showing the world the mateship of Australia and such.

“It’s shit that your whole brand is being decent human beings, but hey, it’s easy to work with.”

“Yeah. I’m not used to all this attention.”

“How’re you feeling about the race?”

“Let me talk my shit for a second. The wheel just came off in my hands and I lost control. I had to put it back on my fucking self while driving. What if I wasn’t a mechanic, huh? I’d DNF.”

He’s not allowed to swear for press purposes. He’s especially not allowed to call anyone a cunt, even in a friendly “mate” way. It doesn’t mean the same thing outside of Australia, apparently. He learnt that after he was almost cancelled on twitter in the summer. His friend Sophie copped it after she cut him off in a mario kart twitch stream. He recovered his image when he posted a funny skit on instagram with Sophie making fun of the word and tweeted an apology with a condemnation of sexism in the motorsport industry. He hates the internet. Jesus Christ.

Case in point, when he’s pissed off and free to, he’ll swear as much as he fucking wants. Fuck those cunts.

“That’s so messed up.”

“They’re not utilising the fact that I’m an experienced mechanical engineer. I’m not a driver bought with daddy’s money. I know the car, better than those fucks sitting on their asses.”

“I’ll let them know.” She interrupts his protests before he can start. “That they should thank you for your service. You worked hard, Lee. I know it's a big adjustment, but you’re doing great. We’ll take care of it.”

“Hehe, wheel .”

“Go to sleep. I’ll see you at the next meeting, okay?”

���G’night.’

“Sleep well.”

He wakes up to a McLaren email from the big communications boss congratulating him on how he handled his first real issue on the track, thanking him for his patience as the team adjusts to the new season, and how they’re lucky to have him represent McLaren.

He smiles, and forwards it to Claire with “thanks :)”.

He answers his emails while eating breakfast. Takes a couple phone calls and responds to texts, mostly from family and friends back home who watched him on TV.

He reads through the grid’s private group chat, the one everyone wants to know about. It’s really not that interesting, they only really talk about the races. It’s the smaller ones where the fun really begins.

🧡🦁

Osc: R u OK?

ChevyLevee: Yea. I didn’t DNF just slowed down while i stuck that shit back in 👍

Lanwin: Badass 😎 🤟

Osc: Levi you coming to Monaco?

ChevyLevee: Yeah, I’m finding an apartment this week

Lanwin: Papaya Papis clubbing? 👀

Osc: Jimmy’z? Meet at Landos at 8

Lanwin: sick 😆

ChevyLevee: See you there : )

[clothyume]

Astraea's Atelier: Epilogue 2

Epilogue 2

Summer 

Chiaki: At the same time, the culprit must have predicted that Itsuki would not stand idly while his atelier was being taken over by other people’s works. 

Itsuki would definitely have started creating better works and displaying them in his atelier. A piece of art that shines so brightly you can’t even see the culprit's work. 

No. The culprit must have wanted to see Itsuki’s work. A natural consequence of being a big fan of Itsuki. 

Shu: I suppose. However, I actually fell into a slump and stagnated without being able to create a single piece. 

I am yet to create a piece of work that I’m comfortable showcasing at the next exhibition. 

That’s why I originally didn't want to be your company. I didn't have the time. 

However, as a result of your stay, I had a refreshing break. Now that I understand the culprit’s true intentions, I’m inspired to create new things. 

Now, let’s cover up the other person’s works lined up here to my liking. You don’t mind, do you? 

This is my atelier, by me, and for me! 

If you don’t like that, don’t sneak in like a criminal,  just come in through the main entrance during the day! 

Without fleeing from the cowardly surprise attacks. Armed with the same weapon of art, we are comrades fighting against God, creator of everything! 

Let’s take a piece of this world created by God and make it ours! Let’s overwrite it magnificently as a more beautiful and perfect work! 

By looking at your work and touching it with my own hands, I realise that you are qualified to do so! I will admit now, you are an artist just like me! 

I was mistaken! I rejected your work without properly examining it, because it oversees sexual themes that I struggle to deal with. 

It's vulgar and vile, an imitation that doesn’t deserve to be called work! 

That’s how I unfairly treated your work! I denied and rejected you! Unable to accept this, you became angry and created these bizarre imitations! 

Isn’t that right? Even so, you were unable to abandon the ideal art that you had always sought, so you continued to create substitutes in the same style! 

Hoping that this time I would see and acknowledge it! 

No! You believed that if you created an excellent work, I would evaluate it fairly, correct? 

However, I only keep a distance from your works because they are obscene– 

Is that how it looked to you? Because you’re misunderstanding one thing! 

It was that way in the beginning, there was only disgust. However, I gradually became fascinated with your works that are imbued with passion. 

The work radiates so much brilliance that I simply can't ignore, so I bring the painting back to my boarding house and look at it every night. 

Kurou: Ooh, the porn mag. 

Shu: Don’t call it such a prejudiced and despicable name! 

Kurou: What can I say, a porn mag is a porn mag. 

Shu: I thought so too. It’s a vulgar, inferior piece of work that doesn’t deserve praise. If that’s the case, why did I bring it home? 

Why did I lose my desire to create and fall into a slump? Is it because I thought I couldn’t compete with the works lined up in my atelier? 

I unconsciously admitted that I couldn’t compare, I couldn’t create better works in my current state! 

I simply couldn't accept that, and tried to diminish the value of the work by making theories. 

Without even creating work of my own! The critic seemed so proud! If we are both artists then we should have competed with our creations rather than words! 

It may be too late now that I’ve promised to keep overwriting your work with my inferior hands. 

What else can I do if I can’t hold back? Is it an unforgivable evil and barbaric act? If you admire me, we are probably the same type of artist! 

Even if it's done by someone you admire, you don’t want your work to be tarnished, do you? 

Kurou: Haha. That’s right, you loved my mom a lot, but you used to get really angry when she touched the clothes you were sewing behind your back. 

How nostalgic… You’re amazing Icchan. Ever since then you’ve continued to create art without getting fed up. 

I guess I’d better try harder to make my own costumes, without making excuses like ‘I’m not getting any requests’.

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FUCK YEAH DANGAN OC TIME!!!!!

I think she’s definitely one of my oldest danganronpa ocs who I still remember, and one of the main reasons she’s stuck w me so much is because her old design looked way too much like mahirus, so today I went ahead and attempted redesigning her, and I’m really proud of the result!!

Quick warning: by pressing READ MORE you are therefore going to be exposed to the ramblings of someone who has nothing better to do with their free time rather than explain every tiny detail & reason for their design change, you have been warned.

First off, I’d like to start this off with a really shitty drawing of her old design

After quite a bit of digging, I found a few signatures from some of my friends at the time and they’re all around October of 2019, so this was drawn approximately 3-4 years ago.

Design Choices

When comparing the old vs the new design, one of the main features I wanted to change was her role in the story, as you can spot in her old design, she originally had an ahoge, meaning that I most likely wanted her to be the protagonist of the story I was planning. However, due to an idea I’ve had for her character which otherwise she wouldn’t really be able to accomplish with that role, I’ve transferred the ahoge to one of my other ocs, who may or may not make an appearance in the near future!!

Another thing which really bugged me about her old design was the hairstyle, don’t get me wrong, ponytails are cute!! But to me it just felt a bit too plain when combined with her personality, and so I wanted to change it to the bubble braids she currently has, mainly because she’s characterised to be really social & bubbly, and so I wanted to try and incorporate that into her new design.

Finally, the biggest noticeable change about her, her clothing. The main reason I so desperately wanted to change it was simply because it felt way too mahiru & even when I first designed her, the outfits felt way too similar in my mind but I tried to brush it off, well not this time!! For her new outfit, I still wanted to keep the whole school uniform vibe, but this time I wanted to take some inspiration from kogal fashion, but if anything this is just more of my love for gyaru fashion than anything 😭😭

Backstory

I’m gonna be completely honest here, her backstory actually kinda came to me whilst I was writing the design choices bit, so bare with me if it’s a bit lacklustre. Originally, Kei had applied for hopes peaks entrance exams as one of the reserve course students, however, during the entrance exams, something about Kei stood out to the staff of hopes peak academy. In all of her test scores, she had managed to score way below average in everything apart from mathematics, in which she managed to get full marks for. And to only further this achievement, Kei had actually fallen asleep part way through the maths exam, with half an hour to spare. Therefore, the talent scouts of hope’s peak academy took a keen interest in her and brought her in for further examinations, mainly to check that she hadn’t cheated on anything. This time, they gave her a university level maths paper, in which many people within the maths field struggle to get a decent pass on, and yet once again, she had managed to score full marks & with some time to spare. Once hope’s peak realised they had an ultimate in their hands, they immediately contacted Kei’s parents to tell them the good news, and with that, she had been transferred into hope’s peak’s main course.

Personality

Like I mentioned in the design bit, Kei is a very sociable teenage girl who is willing to strike up a conversation with anyone, however, a lot of the people around her may find her to be obnoxious, as she often accidentally boasts about her ultimate, finding it idiotic how some people find math’s difficult, and can go on many random tangents about her own life, often trying to relate other people’s experiences to her own, yet this is more of her way of trying to show support for someone.

Despite her overconfidence when it comes to maths problems, she struggles intensely when it comes to other subjects, often times resulting on cheating as her only option, and even then scoring terribly low. Despite her low grades in Japanese, she does actually have a keen interest in books; romance novels especially, as she loves listening to them as she works, one of her all-time favourites being ‘So lingers the ocean’

After reading that book, she has become increasingly “boy-crazy” and often times develop crushes incredibly quickly & even tends to fawn over some of her male classmates, however, she doesn’t actually get crushes on people, and she doesn’t actually understand that you can’t choose who you like, and so she will become incredibly confused when one of her friends complain about developing a crush on someone, as she doesn’t really get why they don’t just “pick someone else”

I might add some more to this later on but I’m Gonna be honest I’m really tired rn, so I’m gonna go to sleep 😭😭

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It’s so sickening to be excited that I finally lost weight and I come home and EVERY SINGLE PERSON that knew me when I was fat now comments on how much weight I lost but it’s not a compliment at all it’s “damn you lost a lot of weight” how did you loose so much weight” “what were you eating out there” “did you eat.” And it doesn’t stop backhanded compliments no one proud of the fact that I lost weight it’s just damn you are skin and bones now and you have no body now and you look sick now and you need to eat now

It’s sickening honestly and makes me not want to wear anything that shows off my body but I look good but I can’t feel good because the people around me hate that I’m skinny now and they hate my body more than ever I apparently got too skinny in their eyes but I look so great so what’s the problem now

At first I was always known as the big girl and got picked on for that now I’m too skinny but maybe if you all wouldn’t loved me back then then I wouldn’t have “gotten so skinny “ and I love my body fat or skinny but it hurts so much it makes me want to never be seen by the people that are supposed to love me no matter what ever again

I cant take little jokes anymore it’s not funny that I have an ED and it’s so obvious I do so you know what your picking at and I know what your trying to say without saying it but words do hurt and it’s not coming from love when you say those things it’s not coming from concern otherwise you’d try to help me instead of commenting on my body

It’s something that I’ve struggled with and all women struggle with but I guess I struggle with it a lot more that others so it’s not so obvious to majority of people but anyone that knows knows how hard this is and again I love my body I look great thicker and skinnier but the hate you project onto me sadly does stick to me and those comments you say will linger in the back of my head for the rest of my life I just want it to stop honestly I should be enjoying my body embracing it but I can’t because people don’t think before they speak of really care if they hurt me honestly they just don’t care about me to even think about what they say to me

How baggy my clothes look on me are you serious are you kidding me you think that’s an okay comment to say to someone who obviously just lost a lot of weight like what, how my butt is not as big as it use to be like you want me to kms actually by making those comments

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fucking this! fucking every word! regulus wearing oversized clothing and feeling like it’s the only way he can pass but feeling like he’s having to stifle himself and the way he wants to dress, but it’s either shapelessness or his chest being *really* obvious and. shapelessness sucks ass but it’s better than the alternative most of the time

regulus knowing about ace bandages and knowing it’s unsafe to bind like that and knowing that it can take longer to get the surgeries because of the lasting damage that shit can cause so he’s looking up diy binder in private tabs on his phone but nothing ever works properly and it just feels so futile sometimes

i think one of the key points of the trans experience is trying to find things that people can compliment you on that don’t make you dysphoric. like i say ‘oh, i don’t get dysphoric anymore!’- which i’m very lucky for- but most of it comes from how absolutely wonderful my friends are about the way they use language to refer to me

so like. regulus having to tell people ‘don’t say these suit my face because it’s round and sweet please’ or ‘don’t tell me i’m nice to cuddle with because i’m shorter than you’ not that regulus is a cuddler but i think he could be persuaded and i think navigating the dysphoria of it would be really hard for him

there are so many kinds of dysphoria! and a lot of them don’t make sense! and people almost always only touch on top/bottom dysphoria. social dysphoria. height dysphoria. there are so so many

a lot of passing is learning to be actually comfortable in the way you present. imo passing is SO much easier when you know you look how you want to, which is why so many young trans people look so nervous or seem to ‘stand out as trans’ (which just SUCKS by the way because it feels like everyone just *knows* because discomfort is arguably more notable than a choppy haircut in social situations) and i don’t think regulus would be immediately comfortable! i think one of the best parts of the trans experience is getting to look back at how you were and knowing properly that it really does get better. and having proof. and i think getting rid of the uncomfortable phase where you have to tell people ‘oh, i don’t go by that anymore’ or ‘oh, i actually use these pronouns’ is kind of like getting rid of one of the parts that makes being trans rewarding even when it’s difficult

and! it makes younger trans kids feel like they have to pass immediately! but that awkward part is so so important and getting rid of it just invalidates so much of being trans that is absolutely crucial to learning to love yourself & connect with your identity

like. being able to see trans men/transmascs who ‘pass’ can help sometimes with reference to knowing you *can* get there, but being able to see transmascs who aren’t all the way there is so important too! not everybody can ‘pass’ immediately, and they might not for a long time, or maybe their relationship to identity doesn’t warrant being perceived as a man… there are so many types of trans-m

also being stealth is the same. stealth trans people i respect you absolutely and i hope you are living your best life. but for other people- ie me!- people knowing i’m trans is one of the parts i want them to know if we’re friends, because it’s a part of my identity i’m so so proud of! let him be stealth or let him be open

anyway let regulus be an awkward trans kid who has to correct people on his name and pronouns he’s so fucking important. i went on a bit of a rant but let regulus struggle with identity. thanks op you’re so real

Why is every version of trans!Reg I've seen the exact same

Like it's always the same exact thing of him coming out, cutting his hair, whacking on a binder, and then passing really easily and I feel like it only ever shows that one trans experience. Nobody talks about the transmascs who can't 'pass well' even when we try

Where's Reg keeping his hair mid-length bc he can't pull off any shorter haircuts and he'd rather look like a girl than a gremlin

Where's Reg spending half an hour on his trans tape and then looking at the result in the mirror and going 'well that's a B cup at best' because not every transmasc has a small bust

Constantly getting told his hands are so sweet and soft and having to go 'oh 😀 thanks'

Feeling good when he's done his eyeliner and lipstick but knowing he can't wear it in public and still have any chance at passing

Not being able to correct people when they misgender him bc he can't even blame them for getting it wrong and is absolutely terrified of their response

Wearing men's colognes and hoping for the best knowing it won't make a difference

Not even bothering to bind half of the time because it's so much hassle for hardly any effect

Not every trans masc has the same experience and I feel like people only ever write one version

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Hi!! I’ve been a big fan of your comic panel embroidery for a few years and have been trying very hard to do some of my own! I’ve been having some trouble tracing lines onto aida tho - no matter how bright I put my lightbox, I feel like I’m missing a lot of details and it’s really hard to see. I’ve tried other items (sticky fabri-solvy, sulky solvy, iron transfer pencils, a small projector) and they’re not great alternatives for a variety of reasons. Do you have any tips for making fine markings with just a lightbox and a mechanical pencil? 🫣 (the details are actually much clearer in the photo than they are IRL 💀)

DAMN that's going to be so fucking cool!!! 🤩🤩🤩

I know exactly what you mean about struggling to capture the details. It is probably the biggest drawback to using aida cloth for this type of needlecraft project. The aida's texture is too uneven for the details to be visibly clear through the cloth, even with a really good lightbox.

I have accepted this drawback because, as you have found as well, I don't like the alternatives. Some fabrics of a more even weave and higher thread count (not evenweave, ironically), are much easier to trace details, but I don't like how those fabrics hold stitches, which is way more important in my book.

With that said! Here are my tips!

(1) Try also using a dimmer setting on the lightbox. A very bright light can end up obscuring and blurring the tiny lines. I usually switch back and forth as I trace, from bright to dim, to try and catch everything.

(2) Keep an separate copy of your image within glance range when you trace onto the aida. I usually print out multiple copies of my image to get the size right, which means I have extras to look at! (A copy to reference on your computer or phone or tablet works too.) With a clear image to reference, it can be easier to define what might look like a blur through the aida cloth.

(3a) With really important details, I lightly trace where I am 100% confident the lines are and don't trace further (or darker) beyond that. I use this most often for tracing faces. I know I will not get those details exactly right when I trace, so I'd rather figure it out with the needle and thread than get frustrated with the stencil and risk retrying/erasing so much that the aida becomes permanently marked with pencil. (3b) When I finally get to the faint portions of the stencil, I stitch slowly, carefully, and don't pull very tight on the thread. Because of how trial-and-error the faint portions can be, I know that I will be removing and tearing out stitches when I don't place them exactly right, and I don't want to warp or tear the aida.

4) This one is the hardest -- and perhaps somehow both worst and best -- of these tips: accept that it won't be perfect and you cannot capture all the details. I am not sure how closely you've looked at my works, but they are never an exact one-to-one match, and I have never perfectly stitched a face.

As much as I would rather not point out my weaknesses, I love a learning moment more. Here's a work that I am wildly proud of and still will be after I bring this to everyone's attention:

The differences in Rogue’s face are little things, like the shape of her eye, the thickness of the headband, the angle of her lips... but my stitched Rogue's face isn’t the same as the original (and I can hear my friends saying 'why would you even point that out, no one would have noticed'). Part of the reason it's a little off is just due to the limits of using aida and thread to recreate comic lineart, part of the reason is because I use the 3a/3b method. No matter what, I think we can agree that some differences in the face don't change the fact that the work is really cool (and good)!

I will also say, faces are the only place where the differences between the stitched work and the original are “noticeable,” especially with respect to the types of differences resulting from tracing onto aida cloth with a lightbox. In the above side-by-side: Rogue’s hair isn’t a perfect one-to-one match, but the essence is there in the curve of the lines and overall shape, and that’s what matters. Sometimes you have to sacrifice perfection in the details in order for the whole thing to work with aida and thread. (But that’s a separate topic, and this response has gone on long enough lol.)

I know these tips aren’t a perfect resolution to your ask, but I hope they will still be somewhat helpful (maybe not #4 tho 😅). Your wip will be incredible once you finish, and I hope you tag me when you do (or send me a message with the finished piece)! Happy stitching (and tracing)!

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Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

Masterlist

The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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Sparkles - Harry Styles

happy new year folks! this is my NYE gift for all of you, hope 2021 will treat you well and see you soon with hopefully a lot of content! thank you for being here with me this year, 2020 was an emotional ride for me, but tumblr remained my happy place. thank you for all the support you showed me and my art this year, cheers to a new one! enjoy this little soon-to-be-dad!harry piece as celebration

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Harry finishes up the last touch on the virgin mojitos, adorning his work he did with the sugar-coated edge of the glass, feeling quite proud how he nailed it. He softly hums along the music that’s flowing from the record-player as he cleans up after himself, leaving the kitchen spotless, just when he hears his name called out.

“Harry? Can you help me?” Y/N’s voice comes from their shared bedroom and he is quick to drop everything to come to her rescue.

“Coming!”

He shuffles into the room, finding his very pregnant wife sitting on the edge of their bed, her favorite pair of heels at her feet that go well with the loose dress she is wearing. She has ditched wearing anything tight a while ago, feeling way more comfortable in baggy clothes since her bump started showing. He never tried to convince her to wear her usual clothes, he has read enough to know how much she goes through with her body image during pregnancy, so he just always wanted to make sure she feels comfortable over fashionable. Also, she looks breathtakingly beautiful to him regardless of what she is wearing. Or what she is not wearing…

Her eyes lift up to him as he appears in the room, she is leant back on one arm behind her while her other hand is cupping her bump.

“Can you please help me put them on?” she pouts and Harry is on his knees in front of her without a second thought. It’s not the first time she struggles to put her shoes on, but Harry doesn’t mind helping her do such mundane things, if anything, it just makes him feel involved, like he is able to take just a tiny part of the hard side of pregnancy away even if it’s just as small as putting on her shoes or shaving her legs in the parts where she can’t reach anymore.

“You sure you’ll be fine in heels all night, baby?” he asks, carefully sliding her slightly swollen feet into the heels, but they luckily still fit.

“Already packed a change, don’t worry,” she grins, her hand running up and down her stomach as Harry finishes up the task. Smirking up at her he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her bump, cupping the sides in his palms. Though he can’t wait to finally meet their little baby girl in just three short weeks, he gotta admit he’ll miss the bump.

Over the course of this pregnancy, he has grown to love this state of the woman he is in love with. See her go through the changes, experience new things and grow a new life in her own body, it’s been a privilege to be by her side through the journey and Harry can’t wait to see her do it again whenever the time is going to be right.

Standing up he helps her to her feet, she smoothes out the soft fabric of the dress that reaches just above her knees.

“You look amazing, baby,” he smiles, kissing her lips softly.

“Thank you. What time is it, should we leave?”

“Let’s drink our cocktails and then we can leave,” Harry nods. They move out to the kitchen and she squeals in happiness seeing the mojitos she requested from him earlier.

“These look so nice!” she gasps doing a little happy dance as she takes the one Harry hands her. “Is yours alcohol free too?”

“Of course.”

“You know you can drink, right? I don’t mind it.”

“I know. But I don’t want to,” he smiles down at her, clinking his glass against hers. “Cheers, baby.”

She smiles up at him stealing a quick kiss before they both taste the drink.

“Mm, this is amazing, H,” she nods to herself, gulping from the cocktail again and again.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Yes. Can’t wait to have one with actual alcohol in it,” she smirks making him chuckle. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before chugging down his own drink.

Not so much later they get in the car and head over to one of their friends’ New Year’s Eve party they’ve been invited to. Harry was hesitant to accept the invitation at first, knowing well she would be close to full term at this point, but she seemed too excited to go out, something she hasn’t done too much lately. Pregnancy has made her way too tired most of the time to even leave the house, her natural habitat became their king sized bed, wearing mostly Harry’s jumpers with just her knickers.

Upon arriving to the party that’s held in a penthouse, Harry keeps a hand on her lower back at all times, making sure she is okay, whether it’s about needing something to drink, to eat or if she decides to change her shoes. That happens quite fast, barely over an hour into the evening Y/N makes her way to one of the plush couches and Harry gladly helps her get rid of the torturous heels and put on her ballerina shoes.

It’s past eleven when he first lets her out of his sight, only so she could go to the bathroom, though he asks if she needs help with that as well.

“I think I’ll manage,” she smiles at him, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.

His eyes cautiously follow her disappear down one of the hallways, nursing the same soda he opened an hour ago. He returns his attention to the conversation they were in before her leaving and barely notices that she is taking way too long in the bathroom. When he realizes that she hasn’t returned, he excuses himself from the little group to go and find his wife. Dodging anyone who tries to pull him into another conversation, he makes his way down the hallway he last saw Y/N waddle away. It’s not his first time here, so he knows exactly where to find the bathroom, however, his eyes fall on something that diverts from his destination.

Walking past one of the many bedrooms, he notices an all too familiar pair of slightly swollen feet propped up on the edge of a bed through the door that’s ajar and a smile falls on his lips right away as he pushes it further open. Lying comfortably on top of the king sized bed, there is Y/N resting on her side, the only position she can sleep these days, hugging one of the giant pillows to herself, snoozing adorably.

Harry knew she would get tired way too early, though she was convinced it wouldn’t be a problem, staying up past midnight, yet here she is, sleeping the night away while the party is still buzzing outside. Her shoes are abandoned at the leg of the bed, purse tossed to the nightstand and Harry swears she probably came in to just lie down for a bit because her back was starting to hurt, but eventually fell asleep.

Walking inside he closes the door behind him, the bedside lamp illuminating the room enough for him to navigate to the other side of the bed as he kicks his shoes off. He couldn’t care less about all the people outside, it doesn’t matter that they probably should be out there mingling, right now he just wants to hold his pregnant wife and have a nap with her, regardless of the fact that they might miss midnight.

As soon as he lies down behind her, his arm circles around her, hand coming to rest just above her popped out belly button and though he tried to be as careful as possible, she still wakes up, blinking at him over her shoulder a little groggily.

“Harry? I fell asleep,” she whispers, partially to herself, rather than to him.

“I know baby. It’s alright.”

“M’sorry, I just came in here to have a breather, but I just felt so tired,” she adds, yawning into her words at the end.

“Don’t worry. Wanna stay a little longer or do you wanna go out?”

“How much time do we have until midnight?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows before her eyes go wide. “Wait, did I sleep through midnight?”

“No, you didn’t,” he chuckles softly, kissing her shoulder. “Want me to set an alarm for us?”

“Please,” she nods, dropping her head back to the pillow. He fishes his phone out of his back pocket, setting an alarm ten minutes before midnight so they have a little over twenty minutes to rest before they have to emerge from their temporary bedroom.

Dropping the phone behind him to the mattress, he places back his palm to her bump, gently caressing it as she leans back against his body, enjoying the warm embrace of him. They both doze off soon, the party outside is long forgotten as they enjoy some alone time, but those twenty minutes go by faster than they wanted it to and they are shaken up from their shallow sleep by the sound of his phone’s alert.

“Ah fuck,” he slurs, blindly tapping around the mattress behind him until his hand finally finds the phone and he turns it off.

“Why am I so tired?” she breathes out rolling to her back, staring up at the ceiling with sleepy eyes. Harry’s eyes wander down on her body and he can’t help the smile forming on his lips seeing her bump towering high. He is still struggling to wrap his head around the fact that there’s a tiny baby girl in there, his baby girl.

“Because you are growing our baby. That needs a lot of energy,” he mumbles kissing her tummy softly, running his hand up and down on it.

“Do you think she’ll look more like you or me?” she asks excitedly, tangling her graceful fingers through his hair as he presses his cheek gently against the side of her bump.

“I hope she’ll take more after you,” he smiles at her.

“Really?”

“Of course. But like, with a hint of me,” he adds, making her chuckle.

“I want her to have your eyes. I love them,” she muses and reaching out she runs a finger delicately through his left eyebrow, bringing it down the side of his face until it reaches his lips. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the pad of her finger, tugging her smile wider with the softness of his actions.

They hear the buzzing increase outside, so they figure the countdown is close. Though the both know they should be heading out to be with the rest of the guests, neither of them moves.

“I’m a little afraid though,” she whispers as the smile falls from her lips.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’ll be weird that it won’t be just the two of us anymore.”

“Do you… regret…?” he implies hesitantly, a little afraid of her answer even though he knows it.

“Of course not,” she breathes out with a soft smile. “I wanted this. We both wanted, right?” Harry nods at her question. “I just… I’m a little afraid we will lose… us. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” he nods again, pushing himself up before he scoots closer, caging her between his arms on the bed as he holds himself up above her. “And I promise you I will never stop working on us. I’ll try my best to keep these sparkles alive for as long as we live.”

“So you still feel the sparkles?” she asks with a shy smile, hands sliding to the back of his neck as she starts playing with his curls.

“Of course I do,” he smirks.

“Even after spending five years with me, you still haven’t gotten bored of me?”

“I could never,” he chuckles shaking his head dramatically, making his curls brush against her forehead.

“Yeah?” she giggles. “Not even when I’m making you watch Big Hero 6 for the millionth time?”

“Not even then,” he assures her. He could never say no to her pouty look whenever she is trying to make him watch it again, because it’s her favorite Disney movie of all times. If anything, he cherishes the moments when she is all cuddled up to his side and quotes the lines perfectly, eyes shining so brightly. He would do anything to make her happy.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The countdown begins outside, yet they still don’t move. Staring at each other, they preserve this precious moment, one of the last ones where they are on their own. Her hands go to cup his cheeks, her thumb running along the soft skin under his eyes.

“I love you. So much,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a short moment to enjoy her soft touch.

“Seven! Six! Five! Four!”

“I love you too,” she whispers, getting lost in his eyes once they lock on hers again.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, my love. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for us.”

“Happy New Year, baby,” she smiles, pulling him down for a sweet and appreciative kiss, the first one of the year.

They drag the moment a little longer, enjoying the sparkles that are still clearly there, before they pull back, grinning at each other like crazy.

“We should head back, don’t we?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Can we leave soon though? I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“Of course,” he chuckles pecking her lips one last time before he scoots to the edge of the bed to get off of it.

“Harry?” she calls out and when his eyes return to her frame, she is still lying in the same position.

“Love, we really shouldn’t stay any longer in here,” he huffs, eyes soft on her, but she shakes her head.

“It’s not that. I think… I think I need some help getting up,” she admits chuckling.

“Oh right,” he mumbles shuffling over to her side to grab her hands and gently pull her up until she sits on the edge of the bed. He kneels down without a second thought, putting on her shoes, making her smile. “There,” he breathes out, helping her to her feet. She circles her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible with her bump.

“You are going to be such an amazing dad, Harry,” she breathes out kissing him delicately.

“I hope so,” he chuckles nervously, his hands squeezing her hips gently. “Come on, let’s schmooze a little longer so we can go home and sleep.”

“That’s the best thing you said tonight,” she sighs dramatically, making his eyes go wide.

“Oh really? That was the best?”

“Just kidding!” she chuckles pinching his cheek before adding in a mumble: “Kinda.”

“You’re lucky you are pregnant, I wouldn't let this slide otherwise,” he shakes his head, taking her hand as they head towards the door.

“Oh, but you love me too much to get mad at me, right?”

Smirking he opens the door and holds it open for her.

“I do love you a lot.”

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[slasherhaven]

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Part 1, Part 2

I've been enjoying some Soft!Bo recently, so here's some more!

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars part 3:

Time passed since you first stepped into Ambrose, only a few weeks since you ended up meeting your soulmate in the most unlikely place and getting stranded in the small town. You told yourself you were stranded, tried to convince yourself of that, but it wasn't completely true. Now you thought that even if you got the chance to escape, you wouldn't. You wouldn't leave and if you did...you would probably end up being drawn right back to Ambrose.

Weeks passed. You mourned. You still found yourself saddened by Carly's death, but you had come to terms with everything that had happened. Bo had, in an act of kindness you supposed, demanded that Vincent didn't use any member of your group to create new wax figures. You were supposed to be at home in this town, you didn't need a constant morbid reminder of your past.

Of a night, you had been staying in Bo's room while he slept on the couch. Surprisingly, he had insisted on it. Despite you being his soulmate and practically being destined forgive him, he supposed he should try to make it easier for you. He just hoped it wouldn't take too much longer, the couch wasn't as comfortable as his bed.

The events from your arrival had settled and the town seemed to fall into it's more day to day routine. You had gotten to know Vincent and Lester a little better, but you found yourself more comfortable around Bo, which made sense even if it wasn't logical to an outsider.

Despite spending more time around Bo than the other brothers, you surprisingly didn't talk much. Neither of you really knowing what to say. You wanted to be around him instinctively but didn't know what to say to the man who killed your friends, or even if you wanted to say anything at all.

Today went by as usual, you spending the day down in the garage with Bo, eating lunch and dinner with him, and awkwardly sitting on the couch in front of the brother's little television. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch, occasionally risking glances at him.

You had excused yourself and gone up to bed, changing into one of Bo's tee-shirts. You didn't exactly have a wide selection of clothes just yet but did you have other options of sleepwear? Yes, you did. Still, you chose to wear Bo's tee-shirt. You found it comforting.

Unsurprisingly, you hadn't been sleeping well. It took a few nights for you to get a good few hours of sleep but you were sure that your sleeping had actually become more disturbed than it had been. The bed was comfortable, and smelled of Bo, but you still found yourself tossing and turning, feeling like something was missing.

It was something you had been debating for the last few nights but always talked yourself out of it. Tonight though...you had decided to take the risk. You knew you would end up doing it eventually anyway.

Pushing back the sheets, you climbed off of the bed and exited the bedroom.

When you had arrived, the house had been untidy but you had fixed that during your stay. You had to fill your time with something and it helped make you feel more comfortable. So, now, you didn't feel too worried about walking around barefoot.

You made your way down the stairs and quietly into the living room. Bo mustn't have heard you since he was still sitting with his feet up on the coffee table, eyes on the television, with his temporary bedding piled beside him.

"Bo?" you asked quietly and he instantly turned to you. Under different circumstances, you might have found it amusing that you had surprised him.

His gaze scanned your body, wetting his lips at the sight of you in one of his tee-shirts. "You alright, darlin'?" he had never been shy about pet-names, always calling you by them. You didn't mind. You liked it.

"Can't sleep" you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Wanna sit with me?" he asked and you nodded without having to think about it.

He gave you his signature charming smirk. "C'mon then" he patted the space beside him and you walked over to him.

Bo lifted his arm, laying it over the back of the couch as you sat down beside him, his arm behind you. Some old film was on the television, you had no idea what, but you didn't mind. Bo didn't seem very interested in it either.

"You got any idea what's going on in this?" Bo asked, gesturing towards the television, you just shook your head. "Need better fucking stations" he muttered to himself, making you smile a little in amusement.

"Or you could upgrade from VHS...maybe get a DVD player" you mused. "Do they even sell VHS's anymore?" you asked with a small chuckle, earning a smile from Bo.

"Guess we'll have to save up for your fancy technology" Bo teased, proud of himself when you laughed.

"I think I can deal with it" you shrugged before, not so subtly despite your best efforts, shifting closer to him.

"Good" Bo hummed, his arm lowering from the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer. You allowed him, resting your head against his shoulder.

The two of you fell silent as you watched the screen, not really taking anything in. Risking your glances at Bo once again, the hand that lay lazily in his lap caught your attention. He was wearing a tee-shirt, ready for bed, leaving his wrist visible.

Gently, you reached out and took his hand in yours, your other hand tracing his scars. "Will you tell me about them now?" you asked quietly, watching your fingertips trace his scars.

"Ain't much of a story" Bo shrugged, watching your expression of concentration.

"I'd still like to hear it. Been wondering since my childhood" you confessed.

"Me and Vincent were very different kids. He was well-behaved and quiet, me...not so much. I got angry, I'd shout, throw tantrums, parents had to restrain me at the dinner table sometimes. I'd try to get out, fucking up my wrists" Bo explained, finding the repetitive touches to his scarring strangely relaxing. It wasn't something he usually liked to have on show, but he knew he could be vulnerable with you.

"That's horrible...I'm sorry" you frowned, meeting his gaze with nothing but sympathy in your eyes.

"Eh, had to do what they had to do" he shrugged dismissively. Surely, he should be apologising to you if anything.

"You did what any kid with behavioural problems does, they should have handled it much differently" you shook your head, brow furrowing in frustration. Who would treat their child like that?

“Ain’t a big deal” he shrugged again. You could already tell that he didn't like talking about this sort of thing and you found yourself hoping he would begin to grow more comfortable with opening up to you.

“Come on, Bo…if you can’t talk to me, who can you talk too?” you asked with a small but sincere smile. You were his soulmate after all. “I know it hurt, I felt it, remember? At least when the pain started for me, I had someone there to calm me and help me. I can’t imagine how distressing it would have been…” your smile quickly faded, expression turning to sympathetic as you squeezed his hand gently.

There was a short silence, Bo not looking at you, and you decided that if he didn't talk, you wouldn't push it further. “It hurt” Bo finally spoke, clearing his throat. “Each time the restraints would get tighter, ‘least that’s how it felt. The more I struggled the more it hurt, but the more it hurt the more I struggled. Just wanted to get out of the damn chair” he told you shortly, sighing as your thumb brushed over the inside of his wrist. And then he looked at you properly, “for what it's worth, I’m sorry you had to feel that too…and everything else.”

“You don’t need to apologise. I was never angry with you for the pain, just angry with those hurting you” you confessed.

Bo smirked a little at the anger in your expression. The hand that you held onto moved, gently grasping one of your wrists as he brushed his thumb over the matching scarring. "Hey, don't you start worrying about me, alright?"

"I'm not allowed to care?" you asked, suddenly hit with the realisation that you did care. You cared a whole lot about this man.

"...you want to care? You go ahead and care, darlin'" he nodded, giving his permission, making you smile.

"Good...because I will, even if you don't want me too" you told him, knowing that now. Accepting that.

"Beginning to think you're warming up to me" Bo hummed, the hand on your shoulder stroking up and down your arm.

"Don't ruin it" you rolled your eyes but still moved closer to him, naturally draping an arm around his waist and laying your head against his chest. "I wanted to ask you something" you spoke quietly after a short pause in conversation.

"Shoot" Bo looked down at you, his hold around you tightening ever so slightly.

"Was wondering if you...wanted to sleep in the bed, maybe, with me tonight?" you glanced down at your lap. You shouldn't have been embarrassed, he was your soulmate, but circumstances were more than unusual. "Don't like sleeping alone...it never used to bother me" you confessed.

"Can't complain about getting back in my own bed" Bo mused before hooking a finger under your chin, lifting your head and making you look at him. "All you had to do was ask, darlin'" he assured you.

The way he looked at you, the intensity of his gaze, made heat rise to your face, but it still earned a smile from you. "Just sleeping, though" you added, not wanting him to get any ideas.

"Just sleeping. I swear" Bo chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest. It was a nice sound.

"Thank you" you whispered, breath catching in your throat when you realised how close your faces were now.

Bo noticed how you gaze flickered down to his lips before meeting his eyes again, cheeks darkening with a flush. He hadn't been subtle despite putting effort into making you comfortable, you had often caught him staring and he'd only smirk when you caught him looking at you.

Bo didn't seem like the type of guy to sit back until somebody else made a move, he seemed like an initiator type, but you knew that he wasn't going to play into that role right now. You had just talked to him properly, invited him back into his bed. He could be impulsive but he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't risk scaring you away right now.

You had no idea where you got the confidence from, or maybe it was just the innate gravitational pull you felt towards him, but you started leaning in. Eyes fluttered shut as your lips brushed against his.

That seemed to be enough to reassure Bo that you wouldn't run away as he fully closed the space, pressing his lips further against yours in a proper kiss. One that you instantly returned.

You couldn't help yourself, arms looping around his neck as you lent into his chest. Strong arms circling your waist and pulling you closer, practically onto his lap. His kiss, his touch, his mere presence, lit a fire in you. The like of which you had never experienced before. In that moment it truly felt like you were the only two people who existed. Two people colliding in an unlikely little town.

And, in that moment, you knew. Monster or not, soulmate or not, you were supposed to be right here with Bo. It didn't matter if the universe had a sick idea of fate, the past didn't matter, only now mattered. Only him and only you. Finally, you accepted the truth you had been resisting for so many days.

He was yours and, more importantly, you were his.