#I'm gonna go crazy thinking about these two

[fangirl-problems101]

“I Don’t Lose”

“Bakugo and l/n–you’re sparring partners today.”

Our favorite hothead finds himself being challenged by the most annoyingly sunshiny girl (literally) he’s ever laid eyes on

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader wc: ≈1.3k

✨🧨✨❤️✨🧨✨❤️‍🔥✨🧨✨❤️✨🧨✨❤️‍🔥✨🧨✨

The sun filtered in gently through the windows, the air so still you could see the dust peacefully wafting by--until Bakugo.

"OI, MOVE IT, DUNCE FACE!"

You sighed. 'For a moment, it was quiet.' You didn't bother opening your eyes as you heard the chair behind you scrap across the floor, opting to simply face the window next to you and bask in the glorious sunshine.

It wasn't that you disliked Bakugo, but sometimes the yelling was a bit excessive. You looked down at your fingers, twirling some of the light around them.

'Sure he's easy on the eyes, but how does someone get through life this long by just being cranky all the time??'

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Y/N?" Pink hair and a big grin pulled you from your thoughts.

You laughed, spinning some of the sunshine into a thin rubberband and braiding a small fringe of Mina's hair, "Just about how I'd go crazy without your positivity, Mina."

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Something Y/N didn't realize was that she was constantly being watched by two ruby red eyes.

"Dude, you're lowkey stalking at this point." Denki whispered.

Bakugo snapped his gaze to the living battery, "Why don't ya shut your face instead of spewin' crap?"

Kirishima popped his head over Kaminari's shoulder, "Bakubro, he DOES have a point. Maybe you should just do the manly thing and ask her out!"

"Tch. Get yer eyes fixed, both of you."

They opened their mouths to argue when Aizawa slunk into the room and they hurried back to their seats.

"For this period, you'll be split into pairs of my choosing for sparring. Please keep damage to a minimum today." Bakugo's eyes couldn't help but flit back to you as the listings got rattled off.

'I wonder what the chances would be. She'd be too easy to beat, just throwing sparkles or someth--'

“Bakugo and l/n–you’re sparring partners today.”

Both you and Katsuki's eyes widened.

'Well crap.'

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Standing in front of him, you couldn't help the competitive urge starting to thrum inside your chest. 'I WANT to beat him, I want to show him I can stand my ground.'

"Don't go gettin' any big ideas, idiot."

"And why's that?" You pouted, but Bakugo saw that glint of mischief and determination in your eyes. He knew that look well, but what he didn't know was how his heart would start beating faster seeing it on you.

He scoffed, looking away with a slight pink tinge on his ears, "Because I'm only holding back enough to not cause major damage. Don't need ya crying all the way to that old lady and wasting her time."

"...so what I'm hearing is that the all-powerful and illustrious Murder God Explosion Lord-"

"That was an absolute freaking butchering of my-"

"-is scared, and holding back."

His eyes narrowed. It didn't matter how cute you were, NOW you've got his blood starting to simmer.

"Yer gonna eat those words, Twinkle Toes." He growled.

A wicked grin stretched your lips, "Oh, sweet thing, I think you don't even realize what you're up against. Because I don't lose."

And just like that, the dance began.

The room was filled with bursts of light and smoke, of yells and cries and growls. You were practically twirling around his attacks. You hadn't even begun to use your quirk, merely dodging and evading his own attacks and gleefully watching him get more and more riled up.

"STOP MOVING FOR ONE FREAKING SECOND!!"

The entire time, you never stopped smiling, and then you activated your quirk. Your abilities were practically the opposite of Tokoyami's. While he had 'revelery in the dark,' you had a friend in anything that emitted light--including Bakugo's explosions (and even Denki's electricity and Aoyama's sparkles).

You flicked your finger.

His palms quickly fizzled with smoke, the explosions instead drawing into your own hands. The flames were unpredictable, but still a light source, so it was fairly easy to manipulate. You opted for more of a fluid approach, the fire looking like a smooth stream of water circling your arms. He gritted his teeth and kept trying to land a hit, kick, spark, anything on you, but each time, it just flowed right to your growing flood of fire and light.

You fluttered your eyelashes, "Still think I'm gonna run off crying, Katsuki?~"

He stuttered to a stop, a deep red growing on his cheeks. An opening.

All the fire you had kept snatching from him now rushed at him, physically tangible and blindingly bright. It swept him up by the back of his collar, bound up his wrists, and had him pinned to the wall in a matter of seconds.

"And that," his wide-eyed stare snapped to you, "is checkmate, sweetheart." Your lips curled into the sweetest smile, blowing him a kiss and a wink.

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Needless to say, the poor boy was humiliated, yet very much impressed and even more in love and in awe. He grumbled about how you hadn't sparred fair and that he had taken it easy on you, opting to walk away kicking the ground instead of arguing things further.

'How on earth does someone look so gorgeous while completely destroying me?'

He dragged his hand over his face, replaying how bright your smile was and the gleam that never left your eye, how you genuinely were having fun while he was tripping over his own feet and looking like a complete idiot in front of you and everyone else.

Yeah he intended on taking it easy on you, but you definitely started to get under his skin when he quickly realized how difficult it'd be to land any sort of hit on you. Not that he wanted to hit you, he just had a reputation to uphold. That was hardly sparring! No counters, no blocks, just avoidance and twirling and your wonderful laugh...

He shook his head. 'Knock it off. That's exactly why you were caught so off-guard.' This wouldn't do. He'd need to spar more often with you so he could figure out how to get the upper hand and not be distracted anymore.

A soft knock sounded from his door.

Bakugo grumbled under his breath and trudged over, "I already told you, hair-for-brains, just-"

But it wasn't Kirishima at the door. Instead, he was peering down at a bashful, fidgeting you.

Your hands were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, eyes peaking up at him with a nervous smile. "H-hey..."

"What, come to gloat? It was dumb luck, you overgrown nightlight." He grunted, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. His voice had no real sting to it though, more of a soft poke.

"I actually came to apologize... I was kinda maybe a bit of a brat-"

He raised a brow, "Maybe?"

You glared up at him, "Lemme finish before I change my mind and start a lightshow in your room whenever you try going to bed at 8-freaking-pm, old man."

"M'kay."

"As I was saying," you cleared your throat. "I'm sorry. Even though it was fun, and honestly kinda cute, seeing you so lost."

"So is this your way of confessing?" His smirk slowly grew into a grin.

A chill crept up your spine as your jaw dropped and a furious blush bloomed on your cheeks, "WAIT NO THAT'S NOT-"

"Because I accept. You're welcome."

Heat exploded in your chest, "W-wait, hang on-"

He leaned down and cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead (also trying to hide his own red face), "You're mine now, 'sweetheart.' If I were you, I'd get used to it."

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this is my first time writing anything on here! i haven't written in a while, so I'm pretty rusty🥲

sorry if he's a bit ooc😖 wanted a fic of Bakugo learning what it feels like to be awestruck and get beaten by someone he's head over heels for

[enhaeil]

enhypen’s reaction to black!reader’s new braided hairstyle!

BLACK HAIR ! ☆ 엔하이픈

"I don’t care if it's 4b or 3c whether she moesha or niecy if she got her wig done like khaleesi i know the effort it took wasn't easy"

black hair - piff marti

a/n: hi hope u enjoy!!

c/w: just a TINCH suggestive. fluff. black reader obv

heeseung ✩ ₊˚

- if you thought he was crazy before try coming home w some braids. AND DONT LET IT BE GODDESS BRAIDS TOO?

- you cannot keep his hands out your hair or this man off of you

- he'll just keep staring at you like he's gonna jump you any second

- he swears he just fell in love again

- buys you a bonnet with his face on it ?

jay ✩ ₊˚

- he loves your hair in any style literally. afro, wig, silk press, locs, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on.

- so when you came home with braids, it was no different.

- the typa bf to buy all the products you need 🎀

- "baby i'm at the hair store... which mousse did you say you needed again?"

- will tie your hair up for you when... needed!!

jake ✩ ₊˚

- turned on

- HE CAN'T HELP IT MAN

- you look sooo good he needs that immediately

- once he's calm though, he cannot keep his hands out your hair, absentmindedly playing with a braid while you're talking

- definitely makes you get a 'J' charm to go around it

- buys himself a bonnet like

sunghoon ✩ ₊˚

- cheesing like a mf

- takes so many pictures of you and shows them to everyone

- loves when you put them in a bun, he finds it sexy

- sniffs ur head like a weirdo, but really, he just loves how it smells

sunoo ✩ ₊˚

- so infatuated with your hair that he learns how to do braids on you himself! stylesbysunoo

- literally studies the technique and the history of braids, once he learns about it he loves them even more

- will help you mousse them, or wrap them or do your haircare routine

- thinks you look too cute, literally kisses you every 3 seconds

- has a Pinterest board of hairstyles you'd look cute in

jungwon ✩ ₊˚

- sees you walk in and is gagged

- immediately asks if you guys can match (you just give him two plaits)

- innocently asks a lot of questions, but he means no harm!

- cannot stop complimenting you, literally giggles like a school girl every time you lock eyes.

- puts them in different styles with a bow on top

niki ✩ ₊˚

- loves when you get braids, will even help you take them down when you're ready.

- likes to play in them, giving u silly ass styles talkin bout "its cute"

- definitely wears your bonnet like a hat

- thinks you're even more beautiful with braids, but you don't need to know all that

[storm-and-starlight]

okay I really love this take on it, and I'd like to add in two more possible factorsI could see as influencing this: 1.) the modern increase in popularity of fandom/fanfic and former fic authors and 2.) Sturgeon's law.

The first one is bc fanfic is very often directly based off of a visual property -- if, for example, I'm writing Doctor Who fic featuring the Tenth Doctor, then I'll probably do my best to directly convey David Tennant's particular physicality because it's such an integral part of the character, which in prose often translates to detailed descriptions of how he's moving in every instant, and that carries over to other characters in other fandoms. If you transfer from fandom/fic-reading/fic-writing to original fiction, it makes sense to me that that habit would also transfer (eg: the problem I have with trying to convey emotion and thought by describing where the characters are looking in every single paragraph bc I'm so used to thinking about How This Actor Conveys This Emotion, and gaze is big in acting but not so much in prose), and generate that same focus on character actions without describing their interiority, as well as that over-description of every little movement.

The second one is "90% of everything is crud". Out of every category in existence, for every really good example you're gonna get a bunch of bad ones -- unless you have some kind of gatekeeping process in place. (To be clear: gatekeeping = bad) This was the reason I was once given for why fanfiction was seen as "low quality" for so long: trad publishing had the publishing house screening through submissions and pulling out the ones they thought were bad, so only the 10% got actually published. Since the barrier for posting and sharing is so much lower on the internet and there's no one going around rejecting fanfic for "not being good enough", you didn't just get the 10%, you got all of it, from the incredibly crazy good stuff to the bottom of the barrel. I bring this up bc lately, it seems like self-publishing is becoming more and more popular (to be clear: THIS IS GOOD), which means that you're getting less of the screening publishing houses used to do, so just. more of the crud slips through. There have always been absolutely terribly written-books (pretty sure "crucifix nail nipples" (if you don't know what that is the story is on thebibliosphere 's blog) predates this trend and. uh. well.), we're just seeing more of them lately because it's getting easier and easier to share you're writing without someone else deciding if it's "good enough".

A lot of fiction these days reads as if—as I saw Peter Raleigh put it the other day, and as I’ve discussed it before—the author is trying to describe a video playing in their mind. Often there is little or no interiority. Scenes play out in “real time” without summary. First-person POV stories describe things the character can’t see, but a distant camera could. There’s an overemphasis on characters’ outfits and facial expressions, including my personal pet peeve: the “reaction shot round-up” in which we get a description of every character’s reaction to something as if a camera was cutting between sitcom actors.

When I talk with other creative writing professors, we all seem to agree that interiority is disappearing. Even in first-person POV stories, younger writers often skip describing their character’s hopes, dreams, fears, thoughts, memories, or reactions. This trend is hardly limited to young writers though. I was speaking to an editor yesterday who agreed interiority has largely vanished from commercial fiction, and I think you increasingly notice its absence even in works shelved as “literary fiction.” When interiority does appear on the page, it is often brief and redundant with the dialogue and action. All of this is a great shame. Interiority is perhaps the prime example of an advantage prose as a medium holds over other artforms.

fascinated by this article, "Turning Off the TV in Your Mind," about the influences of visual narratives on writing prose narratives. i def notice the two things i excerpted above in fanfic, which i guess makes even more sense as most of the fic i read is for tv and film. i will also be thinking about its discussion of time in prose - i think that's something i often struggle with and i will try to be more conscious of the differences between screen and page next time i'm writing.

[mqriuss]

He doesn't get it.

Rindou doesn't get why you've spent an hour watching people poke and play with slime. An hour.

In the past hour, Rindou has seen you doing work on your laptop and abandoning it in front of you for your phone (whether you were taking a break or done with work, he does not know). At first you were probably just looking at your friend's Instagram stories, but it quickly turned to sticky, squelchy sounds... for a lack of better word.

He couldn't help taking a peek at your phone, knitting his eyebrows together as he watched an 'egg' turn into what you were trying to convince him was slime. You show him the rest of the Instagram account and it turns out, that was what this person was known for—making slime look like oddly realistic food before completely destroying his craft with all the stretching and squishing. You're so fascinated by it, and maybe Rindou is too, but all he does is shake his head and leave you to it.

In the past hour, Rindou has done anything you could think of. He did the dishes, he took out the trash, and he checked the fridge before giving Ran a call about how they've ran out of your favourite cheese spread. He even went to take a long shower, and when he came out, you weren't jokingly whistling at his shirtless self like you usually would. You were still on that damn phone, your explore page alternating between squishy and slime videos.

"Babe, don't you still have work to do?" He finally questions you, leaning in from behind the couch you sat so comfortably on.

"I'm done with it," you answer, eyes still glued to your screen. It was crazy how much of a striking resemblance you were to the way your nephew would watch Cocomelon at the dinner table.

"Are you?"

"No."

Rindou sighs, almost chuckling. He would snap you out of it and remind you to finish whatever task you had, but with everything that's happened recently, he doesn't have the heart to at all. The turtle you treasured and loved since you were 8-years-old died two days ago, and your teammates consistently give you a hard time just 'cause. You've pulled two all-nighters just chasing deadline after deadline, forgetting to eat dinner on time and drink enough water.

He misses your smile. Even now as you're scrolling through slime videos for hours, you weren't exactly doing it with a smile on your face. Rindou jumps over the couch, situating himself next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Not gonna put a shirt on at least?"

"I don't think I'll be a distraction if you wanna watch slime videos all day." He rolls his eyes, resting his head against your chest and listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart.

You let out a little laugh at his words, and it might be the first time he's heard it this past week. Finally, you put your phone down to cradle his head in your arms, his hair still slightly wet but you couldn't care less.

"Should I buy some slime?"

"You'll get bored of it in three days."

"So, should I–"

"No, go to sleep."

[nemesis-writer]

Tag you're it/Milk and Cookies

Masterlist TW: neglect, mentions of kidnapping, mention of blood

Looking at me through your window Boy, you had your eye out for a little "I'll cut you up and make you dinner You've reached the end, you are the winner" Rolling down your tinted window Driving next to me real slow, he said "Let me take you for a joyride I've got some candy for you inside"

My family never cared what happened to me, since to them I was just a means to an end. I hated who I was and am now and I'd never forget the day that they finally got what they wished for.

Me to be gone...

Running through the parking lot He chased me and he wouldn't stop Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it Grabbed my hand, pushed me down Took the words right out my mouth Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it Can anybody hear me when I'm hidden underground? Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself? Saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it" He's saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

The memory remained more vivid than every birthday I ever had. I was tortured, raped, and mentally abused. All of the sudden I became immune to all the emotional pain that I've been surmounting. It was like nothing matter anymore and the world finally made sense.

Little bit of poison in me I can taste your skin in my teeth "I love it when I hear you breathing I hope to God you're never leaving"

It never hurt me anymore I couldn't be bothered when they hit me, wound me, or even kill me anymore. None of it mattered.

All that mattered to me was the feeling of being free from the abuse at home and outside.

Eenie, meenie, miny, moe Catch your lady by her toes If she screams, don't let her go Eenie, meenie, miny, moe Your mother said to pick the very best girl And I am

It felt good knowing that I was right. They never loved me, it felt good being correct about something others would despise.

I can leave this world...

One, two, melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done with this Seven, eight, it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days

But no... of course that wish wouldn't come true, I always have to suffer.

So now I'm gonna give them the consequences for the mistake they made

Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too

I had the ability to escape, but no. I should enjoy the power I have in my hand.

I have never felt this joy for my whole life, and now to experience the true potential of my rage is thrilling.

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey, do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end

One by one the criminals all fall down. With the idea that I was someone who was worth even a single cent. Yet alone, millions of dollars.

I'd rather be dead, but this. This is so much more enjoyable.

Nine, ten, never want to see you again Eleven, twelve, I pull off black so well Shit behind the curtain that I'm sick of sugarcoatin' Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone

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[woozinhos]

woozi + having sex to one of his songs 🙈 (like Crazy in love)

Fast pace

Notes: you’re gonna want to read this one

You and Jihoon had always had a flirty chemistry, but it wasn't until one night at a party that things took a more intimate turn. You had both been drinking and dancing, and the energy between you was electric.

As the night wore on, Jihoon pulled you aside and led you to a quiet corner of the party. "I can't stop thinking about you," he said, his eyes dark with desire. You could feel your heart racing as he looked at you, his gaze intense and possessive. You had always found Jihoon attractive, but seeing him like this was on a whole new level.

Without warning, he pushed you up against the wall and kissed you deeply. You melted into his touch, your body responding eagerly to his dominance. As the kiss grew more heated, Jihoon pulled away and whispered in your ear, "I want to take you home."

You nodded eagerly, your mind already racing with thoughts of what was to come. The two of you stumbled out of the party and made your way back to Jihoon's apartment, barely able to keep your hands off each other. As soon as you got inside, Jihoon pounced on you, pinning you against the door and kissing you fiercely. His hands roamed over your body, touching and teasing you in all the right places.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have an idea," he said, a smirk on his face. "Follow me."

Jihoon led you to his bedroom and closed the door behind you. He turned on a lamp and gestured for you to sit on the bed. "Wait here," he said, his voice low and commanding. You watched as he walked over to his laptop and began scrolling through his music library. After a moment, he selected a song and hit play. Fast pace filled the room filled the room, a slow, sultry beat that sent shivers down your spine.

Jihoon turned to look at you, a sly smile on his face. "Dance for me," he said, his eyes raking over your body.

You stood up and began to move to the music, swaying your hips and running your hands over your body. Jihoon watched you intently, his gaze dark and hungry. As the song played on, Jihoon slowly undressed himself, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the tension building between you, the air thick with desire.

Finally, the song ended, and Jihoon pounced on you again, pushing you down onto the bed and covering your body with his own. "You're so beautiful," he growled in your ear as he began to kiss your neck. "And all mine." As Jihoon's hands and mouth roamed over your body, you could feel him getting more and more excited. He was completely in his element, finally getting to indulge in his favorite fantasy.

"This is so hot," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I've always wanted to do this."

He kissed and nibbled his way down your body, leaving a trail of marks on your skin. You moaned and writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of his touch.

As he reached the apex of your thighs, he paused for a moment, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "You're all mine to play with," he said, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."

Jihoon continued to whisper in your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine. "I made this beat thinking about you," he said, his breath hot against your skin. "I imagined what it would be like to dance with you, to touch you, to take you apart piece by piece."

He nibbled on your earlobe, his hands roaming over your body as he spoke. "And now that I have you here, I'm not going to waste a single moment."

He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes burning with desire. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice firm and possessive. "And I'm going to show you just how much I want you."

Jihoon positioned himself between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire, and slowly entered you.

You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up, your body arching up to meet his. He held himself still for a moment, savoring the sensation, before slowly beginning to move. The music continued to play in the background, the slow beat setting the pace as Jihoon moved inside you. His movements were deliberate and powerful, each thrust hitting just the right spot to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he continued to move against you. Jihoon matched his thrusts to the beat of the music, his hips moving in time with the sultry rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, and you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure of it all.

He held you close, his body pressed tightly against yours as he moved inside you. His hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips and pulling you closer with each thrust. The music built to a crescendo, and so did Jihoon's movements. He was relentless, driving into you with a single-minded intensity that left you breathless and gasping for air.

As the song reached its climax, so did you. You came with a cry, your body arching up off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over you. Jihoon followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released inside you. As you both came down from your highs, Jihoon collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"That was...incredible," he whispered, his voice rough with exertion. "You're incredible."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both tried to catch your breath. The music had stopped playing, but the room was still filled with a sense of electric energy.

Jihoon lifted his head and looked at you, a soft smile on his face. "I've never felt anything like that before," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You're something else, you know that?"

Jihoon chuckled and rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying half on top of him. "I think I'm going to have to make a whole album of sensual songs now," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "That was just too good."

You smiled and snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "I'll be your number one fan," you said, looking up at him. "For all your sensual songs."

Jihoon laughed and kissed the top of your head. "You're already my number one fan," he said, wrapping his arms around you. "But I have a feeling I'm going to need more inspiration for those songs."

[cepheusgalaxy]

OK PREV I KNOW A FEW OF THESE AND THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY. AWESOME ANIME. if i may also add:

Banana Fish - Whumpiest anime I know. In New York, a mafia dom has a lot of shady businesses involving human trafficking and the black market, and lately he's gotten himself a new asset to use. A guy that used to be a child who got trapped on his stuff in the past decides he is gonna stop whatever he is up to now, no matter the cost. (mafia whump, drugs, character death, child abuse, themes around sexual assault, and also some really really sweet caretaking dynamics and awesome pacing. It's adapted from an plder manga so the style is also very unique. Also known to be heartwretching so uh. Be warned pls.)

Shelter (webtoon) - Living with his abusive uncle, a boy finds solace in a virtual reality game where he can be free. Despiste it being merely a shelter for him at first, it ends up becoming something else, way more sinister and tangled on his real life than he thought it would. (Psychological whump, unhealthy familial relationships, some self harm if I recall well, human trafficking, more themes with sexual assault, magical whump a little, and also caretaking. The progression in the artstyle is also a thrill to see.)

Made in Abyss (anime) - In a lone island in the middle of the sea, there is a deep, deep crater known as the Abyss. Even after almost two millenia, nobody knows what can be found at is bottom, but everybody does know that the upper layers contain infinite and valuable treasures, even though nobody knows where they came from. The only ones who can explore the dephts of the Abyss are certified adventurers and Riko, a junior, is determined to go to is depths to find her mother who never came back from it. (Child whump, body horror, some gore/vore? I didn't watch it all, psychological whump—i think—character deaths and really, really fucked up stuff. It is really nice but really dark)

Silent Screams (webtoon) - Theo didn't grow up nearly as prosperous as he was now. Thaks to his step father, a wealthy doctor who had fallen in love with his mother, they now lived well and happy. That is, until in the day of his birthday, Theo can't seem to find his mother anywhere in the mansion. (Lab whump, psych ward, noncon body mod.)

Uriah (webtoon) - A boy wakes up alone in the back of a car, on a tiny island town. He doesn't know how he got there. Nor how he got all those bruises. He can't seem to recall much, actually. He doesn't remember who he is, or what is his name, or where home is. All he can do is trust this kind stranger who picked him up wandering in the road. (Child whump, child abuse, fucked up families, amnesia whump, death, torture, sex trafficking, psychological whump. This webtoon is visceral. It pained me to read. But it's also so so good.)

Evangelion (anime) - I'm not as sure for this one since I know more about it second handed (my friends loves it) so I can't give a proper premise either. Mecha whump, dysfunctional families, psychological whump, I know it has those. An older anime and a classic

Hello there, long time no see! Anyone has some whumpy recommandations ? I need some spark to produce whump art again in 2025. If you have some whumpy recommandations please send them this way (especially anime, manga and webtoons) 🙏

[matcha-binz]

BYE I'm literaly about to go crazy over kai. Ive always loved kai with all my heart he's so cute and kind and he's so genuinely funny it gets me thinking

how would he be in the magical world (man he alr ethereal he def smth magical) like I'm talking harry potter world. Ik this big puppy is definitely gonna be in Hufflepuff, his pure heart and noble intentions.

also I think yellow suits him.

he's such a sweetheart, offering notes from potions class when you're not in class that day.

by your side, wrapping his yellow and black striped scarf around your neck with a warm smile, contrasting to the cold weather as he reminds you to not "go out unprepared in this harsh winter"

srsly such an angel im gunna 😭

his specialty definitely would lie in herbology, I know he's a chill type, I can imagine it.

showing you how to perfectly extract roots and propagate them, ever so patient with you as he stands by you, his soft words conducting you on handling the baby mandrakes and that adorable closed eye, bean smile when he sees your reaction to those loud ass mandrakes.

He would ask you out on a date to Hogsmeade for sure!

walking around in every shop, he'd get you some small souviners, cackle as your choco frog hops away, and much more.

best part of the date- sipping on butterbeer while you two giggle, overhearing gossip from your classmates, as you two secretly hold hands under the table, hoping no one noticed, because for God's sake if they did they would never shut up about it-

holding hands with the cute Hufflepuff prefect? hehe!

he would walk you back to your dorm, and very shyly pressing a small peck to your cheek, holding both your hands in his larger ones as he bids you good bye.

"I'll see in class tomorrow, yeah?"

HAHAHAHAH I'm gonna go crazy over this man.

ethereal face card

[nekofra]

How to lose a guy in 10 days au but make it Kurotsuki

Tsukishima as Andie Anderson aka the one who will choose a guy (Kuroo) and make him leave after 10 days after endlessly teasing (torturing) him

Kuroo as Benjamin Berry who has to make Tsukki fall in love with him for a bet

They quarrel and realise it's a bet from both parts but in the end they realise they are helplessly in love with each other and can't stay away from each other

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

[chiarrara]

PART THR33 (finallyyyyyyyy):

so after all THAT nobara and megumi are, predictably, avoiding the subject... basically, they were both like "that's crazy, he's crazy right? that's crazy" and focused harder on the obvious distraction of liking yuuji. the whole thing seemed to calm down yuuji a bit though! he's being less cagey with them, and after a few days, the initial weirdness mostly calms down and things fall into a (three-way denial fueled) equilibrium

SCENE - INT. DINING HALL, MORNING

they're grabbing breakfast (again)(as you do) but nobara splits off to eat with the upperclassmen (N: "I don't wanna eat with you assholes today"; she already had plans to eat with maki)((she may also be avoiding one or the both of them))(((any reason honeslty, everyday is a new minefield with these losers)))

SIDE NOTE: for some reason in this, nobara developed a really contentious one-sided feud with yuuta. maki and yuuta might be a thing, or just besties, idrc because that has nothing to do with nobara's dislike of him (really, what it comes down to is in first year she didn't get to go to kyoto because "he won the exchange event last year" and she's held a grudge against him ever since) of course, he's very nice and welcoming to her at all times, which gives her lots of opportunites to snap back at him and roll her eyes and ignore him to talk to maki. he has no idea what's going on.

Things are awkward between yuuji and megumi. things have mostly gone back to normal but this is still the first time anyone's been alone with yuuji since the incident. they're pretty much just sitting in silence until yuuji breaks the tension.

Y: I can't believe gojo-sensei actually assigned us a reading this week. he's never done that before has he?

M: technically, he's supposed to assign readings every week. it just never matters if we actually read them or not.

Y: wait, really? but...didn't he say he was gonna quiz us?

M: it's probably just because he's going out of town all week. he has to pretend he's still teaching while he's gone.

Y: oh…so you think he's gonna forget by the time he gets back?

M: probably. but even if he doesn't-- you know, right after I graduated middle school gojo told me all of sudden there was an entrance exam for jujutsu tech.

Y: really!? but all I had to do was--

M: trust me I'm getting to that. he gave me like 700 pages of reading and told me I was gonna get tested on all of it. I spent the entire break pulling all-nighters, reading everything, reviewing it over and over, running practice exams and everything. Then I showed up on the first day.

Y: and?

M: Yaga-sensei beat the shit out of me.

Yuuji laughs. Megumi smiles.

Y: was anything in the reading helpful at least?

M: not even a little bit.

It's the first time Yuuji's laughed so easily around him since stuff got weird.

Y: what did Gojo say?

M: "I never said it would be a written exam"

Y: you're kidding

Across the room, Maki's glancing over Nobara's shoulder

Maki: looks like they're finally getting along again. shit's been weird with you three lately. (N: mm.)

Yuuta: the two of them would be cute together, don't you think? (N: glares)

Maki: How would Nobara feel about getting third wheeled in her little trio though?

Nobara peeks over her shoulder to see Megumi smiling softly at a grinning and laughing Yuuji, the two of them looking realllll cozy together.

Nobara: Whatever. I just don't want Yuuji to get a boyfriend before I do.

((((Maki: what about megumi? Nobara: couldn't care less))))

SCENE - EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS, AFTERNOON

that same afternoon, they're out getting ready for the afternoon training session. it's independently lead today. megumi's planning on training with his shikigami getting ready to do another subjugation ritual. he's warming up by himself a ways away from the other two. nobara gets her hammer and nails and approaches yuuji streching on the ground and asks him to spar with her

yuuji: I mean....okay, but are you sure? you're more of a ranged fighter, right? how well you can fight kinda depends on how well you can take advantage of your environment, especially one-on-one against a hand-to-hand fighter. and...well, we're in an open field.

nobara smirks (she's secretly always impressed by yuuji's fight sense, but she's also the most competitive person she knows): you scared?

yuuji looks back up at her, blinks at the challenge, then a smile slowly grows across his face. holding eye contact, he cocks his head and says: no way

they set up about 10 yards (meters) apart. yuuji's bouncing on his toes, rolling his shoulders ready to close the distance. he drops his chin and locks eyes with nobara. she slots three nails between her fingers on her left hand, adjusts her grip on her hammer and locks in.

nobara has to keep her heart from beating out of her chest

yuuji takes off, a huge burst of speed that kicks up the turf behind him. in practiced motions, nobara slams three nails in a spread pattern into the ground between them. the earth explodes in front of yuuji, breaking and shooting up into jagged crags of earth in his path. he skids, taken aback by a technique he didn't know she had. he quickly changes direction

nobara takes advantage of the moment when yuuji has lost the line of sight and quickly scales one of the new formations jutting out of the ground, pulling as many nails as she can hold at once out of her hip pack. the moment she sees yuuji veering around the obstruction, she shoots a nail directly at his head

he catches sight of her just before the nail whizzes past his face. he has to halt his movement and pull his head back to barely miss being hit. He uses the sudden stop to change directions again, and start bounding up the broken earth toward nobara

she shoots another, he dodges to the left. she shoots one more, and it catches him on the cheek. he doesn't even flinch, bounding forward until he's just a step away from catching up to her

nobara jumps backward off her perch and slides down another chunk of jutting turf, turning as yuuji jumps across to follow her. the moment he touches down, she shoots a nail into the ground right below his feet, destroying it.

she takes the opportunity to gain some distance, running away from the destroyed turf back into the open field. she'll only have a moment to do what she needs to do.

the ground explodes behind her in a crack followed by a blast that blows her hair around her and sends debris flying past. he'll be on her in seconds. if she's lucky

nobara pulls six nails out of her pack and floats five around her with cursed energy. she spins around, kneels down in the center and slams the last one into the ground, bringing all the others down with it and shooting cursed energy deep into the earth

immediately the ground beneath her shoots up into the sky carrying her up with it

the sudden upward momentum knocks the air out of her for a moment. she stabilizes herself on her hands and knees as the acceleration slows near the peak. she brings her eyes to the ground below her. yuuji is locked onto her, just below bouncing on his toes waiting for the moment she lands.

she reaches the peak and her stomach lurches as she comes to a stop. she takes a deep breath.

the moment the ground begins to fall she stands, reaches out with her cursed energy, and takes aim

one shot to the right. he dodges and rolls. but as he moves to pop back up, he's jerked back by his left arm, stuck to the ground. his head flicks over to see what's holding him back, but the nail she shot is feet away from him. nobara smirks.

three more shots. his right arm is pinned down. then his right leg. and his left.

she launches herself off the chunk of land just before it crashes back into the ground and lands kneeled over yuuji, a nail to his head, hammer over her head

"i win"

yuuji's shocked face pulls into a wide smile as his eyes light up and his body relaxes

"how'd you do that?"

she smiles, and pokes him in the cheek where the nail grazed him at the start of the fight.

"that tiny bit of blood?"

she nods

"on one nail?"

she nods again and smiles

"no way....when did you learn all this?"

"maybe i've been practicing when you weren't paying attention"

"you're amazing, kugisaki"

the praise shoots electricity straight down her spine and sets her skin on fire.

"yeah. i am." she tries to maintain an air of confidence, turning away as her face heats up. she drops her cursed technique freeing yuuji from being pinned to the ground and moves to stand up.

the moment the curse drops he hooks his leg around hers, one hand presses into her shoulder and the other wraps around her waist. before she can process, he's flipped her onto her back, pinning her down by her wrist, immobilizing the hand that holds her hammer. he smirks down at her.

"I win"

nobara's heart is going to kill her. yuuji's face, inches from hers, self-satisfied grin and sparkling eyes is going to kill her.

"get off me, loser" she pushes him off with one foot. He falls off easily laughing.

"let's call it a draw!"

"no way!"

he laughs harder. megumi watches them from across the destroyed landscape. nobara is pushing herself off the ground flicking dirt and grass off her uniform while yuuji is laid out on the ground beside her. she's frowning, but her face is flushed. he knows it's not from effort.

"other people have to train here you know" he mumbles to himself. he's definitely mad about the damage. only the damage. he's not getting anything done today.

SCENE - INT. DORM HALLWAY, EVENING

that night, nobara knocks on megumi's door again for the first time since the incident. she slips in quietly and shuts the door with a soft click. they hold tense eye contact from across the room before nobara finally speaks

n: you think you're slick?

m: what?

n: i saw you flirting up a storm with yuuji at breakfast.

megumi slams his book closed

n: "oh yuuji, you're so funny, yuuuji. let me bat my eyes at you some more yuuuuuji!"

m: I was flirting?? (he gets up from his bed) "spar with me yuuji-kun! let me show my moves yuuji-kuuun! oops i'm straddling you yuuji-kuuuun!"

he's halfway across the room taunting her

n: i don't know who the fuck you think you're talking about, cause I know it's not me

she's halfway across the room up in his face

n: sounds like you're jealous

m: i'm not jealous

n: so you're a liar too

m: (softer this time) not a liar...

megumi's looking down into her eyes, she's glaring up into his. his eyes drop to her lips. nobara just deflates like we're doing this again, huh? megumi just shrugs like can't help it. in moments, they're all over each other again, falling back onto his bed, wrinkling the sheets, and rolling awkwardly over the book he deposited there earlier.

nobara slides her hands into megumi's hair and pulls, he gasps and bites her lip. she pulls her lip through his teeth and sits back breathing heavily. megumi catches her eye and they pause.

he shakes his head and pulls her back in.

"let's not talk about it yet"

she nods and crashes back into him.

once they've worked off the initial burst of energy, slowing down until nobara's forehead is pressed against megumi's, breathing evenly, his hands holding her lower back and waist, neither of them making direct eye contact, she falls to the side and burys her face in the bedding.

m: soooo....

n: (groans)

m: we should probably talk about it now

nobara turns her head to look at him, her face still half squished against the mattress, pouting

m: nobara...what are we?

END OF PART 3, PART 4 GONNA BE WILD GET READY

new itfskg based on a hc post i saw on here in my fugue state rbing last night i'll add a screenshot or link or smth later maybe idk. okay so baskially how it goes:

megumi and nobara both have a crush on yuuji. this is especially hard for nobara bc she spent the whole first let's say year of their friendship being extremely vocal about how she'd never be into either of them but oops! she got too comfy and caught feelings

nobara eventually breaks down and goes to fushiguro to lament her plight and ask for advice. she's dramatically revealing the source of her suffering when his face gives him away (a big ol "oh no" written on his forehead) (N: what's that face? M: what face... N: oh my god... do you like him too???) (Megumi doesn't say shit cause he's a repressed loser embarrassed of having feelings)

Turns out meg's had a crush on yuuji basically since he met him. he didn't realize it at first of course cause he's way too good at lying to himself. not that good though. he's been silently fostering a deep deep crush for months.

having learned all this, for the next few weeks, nobara starts visiting fushiguro in his dorm anytime she's too overwhelmed by annoying feelings, or pulling him aside during downtime to let off steam, sharing knowing glances and silent communications across rooms. megu's surprisingly glad to have someone to confide in, especially in a way where he's not the center of attention. Since they're both pathetic losers with a crush, he finds it's easier to talk about his feelings than with anything before.

regularly commiserating about how down bad they both are leads nobara and megumi to spend more time separated from yuuji. it's really good for their friendship actually. previously they were both a bit closer to yuuji than to each other, but having a crush to bond over gives them a lot to talk about. yuuji does notice they're spending more time together. and without him. wonder how he feels about that..

one night, nobara barges into megumi's room to complain about yuuji being way too cute and funny at dinner or something while megumi's laying in bed reading. she just plops down half on top of him and starts in. He reluctantly puts his book down but he doesn't object. they've gotten pretty used to each other. so she's going off, grumbling into his shoulder, gripping his sweatshirt out of frustration, and when she looks up, fushiguro looks down at her. their faces less than a foot apart as she's leaning into him, lying together in his bed and...

N: what's that face

M: what face?

he looks away. nobara turns his face back to hers

N: that face

M: (without breaking *very intense* eye contact) I dont' know what you're talking about

they make out

it's very much teenagers with a lot of pent up energy that needs to go somewhere fooling around like teenagers with pent up energy that needs to go somewhere. they kind of crash together, they're grabbing at arms and shoulders and faces, pulling each other as close as they can without ever breaking the kiss. At one point, nobara in readjusting to keep from falling off the bed ends up on top of megumi, knees on either side of his hips, one hand propping herself up and one gripped in the fabric of his sweatshirt. he pulls her into him and rolls them over so they're chest to chest with him on top. he's pushes his hands into her hair, she wraps her arms around his back and twists her leg around h--

two knocks and the door opens

"Hey Fushiguro, I wanted to see if you..."

Yuuji's halfway through the doorway and his face is morphing into the picture of absolute despair

megumi and nobara are...like this

(they're not naked, they're just microsoft paint stick people)

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'll just..." Yuuji sputters and stumbles out the door.

(simultaneously) M: Shit.. N: Fuck!

so the mood's kiiinda dead.... megumi ends up leaned up against the wall with his head in his hands. nobara's staring blankly at the ceiling. Eventually, nobara says, "did you see his face?" M: "mm" N: "so...which one of us do you think he likes?"

---END OF PART ONE---

(I'll continue it in like... 5 minutes probably)

[disposal-blueeee]

from this thing lolz

ty to @cherry-207 for the idea !! XPP

vargas by zarla-s

[kissingarthurclaus]

Little messy doodle but I was talking to my friend about how my s/i would be using just every petname in the books on Charles but he...struggles a bit to do the same! Even the smallest effort earns him some lovin' tho 🥺💖💖

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[memento-morri-writes]

Hey!!! Since you said you have a lot figured out for your WIPs I'm interested in your answers!!

what natural resources does each nation have that the others don't? do they export/trade it at all? (For any WIP you wanna answer for!)

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 👀❤️‍🔥

JACQUES, I LOVE YOU!!!!!! I'll try to keep this at least somewhat brief, but be warned, you have NO idea what floodgates you have just opened. (I actually intended to make a post like this literally over a year ago, so thank you for helping me make it!!)

Get ready for:

Econ 101 - A Crash-Course in Continental Trade Policy

Before we get started, here's some things you might find helpful:

a map of the continent (see below)

an explanation of why Anvia and Oryn don't get along

under the cut because hoo boy, this is a LOT.

Anvia, the kingdom where ATQH takes place (and which Fallon rules) is primarily an agricultural society. The country's position in the middle of the continent, plus the river running through the kingdom providing fertile land, gives makes it the best-suited area for agriculture on the continent. (Side Note: It gets colder as you got west-northwest on this continent. Oryn is cold, with long winters and short summers, while Oraine is extremely hot and the land dries up quickly.)

They grow crops and raise animals not only for their own survival, but for export to the neighboring nations. Anvia also has a decent number of craftspeople living in its larger cities, who use crop byproducts (or non-food crops) and animal products to make other products, such as textiles, leather products, etc.

Thus, Anvia's main products/exports are food crops (apples, wheat, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, lettuce, cabbages, carrots, peas, hops, among other things), created food products (wine, ale, baked goods, jams, jellies, preserves) as well as animal products (largely wool, but things like eggs, cheese, and milk may also be exported), and craftsproduts (textiles and leather products, for example).

Due to the fact that most of Anvia is farmland, be it crop fields or livestock pastures, there is very little opportunity for logging. Even the areas that haven't been developed for farming are largely prairie-like areas. Also, Anvia lacks substantial access to mountains or mineral deposits for mining. So they are lacking in construction materials such as timber, stone, and metals.

Oryn, on the other hand, is ripe with construction goods. They have massive mines scattered throughout the kingdom, especially along the mountain range that borders with Anvia. (Ironkeep, the fortress to the Northeast of Westcliff, is a major stronghold built to protect Oryn's most profitable mines.) Additionally, a massive portion of the kingdom is covered in forests, so logging is another major industry.

(Side Note: Kristopher's father and the current king of Oryn, Pierre, has increased both of these industries massively. The working conditions in both tend to be hazardous, with many people being injured or killed. (Fun Fact: If you want to know how Pierre runs his kingdom, listen to Eat Your Young by Hozier.) Kristopher believes that his father is ruining Oryn, not only by ruining much of its natural land, but also by working the people so hard.)

Notably, Oryn is also home to significant number of craftspeople, specializing in blacksmithing, metalworking, and jeweling. Orynian weapons and armor are said to be stronger and more durable than any others, and jewelry made by Orynian jewelers with Orynian stones is highly prized across the continent and beyond.

Oryn's main exports are lumber, stone, metal (raw, processed, and crafted into items), and jewels (raw, processed, and made into jewelry).

However, what Oryn severely lacks is fertile farmland. Not only is most of the land covered in trees, but the soil is quite rocky -- far from ideal for large-scale farming. (The hilly, mountainous terrain doesn't help.)

So, you can probably see why Oryn and Anvia need each other. They are forced to trade with one another to ensure the survival of both kingdoms. However, as I've explained in the past, the two kingdoms have a long history of tension between them -- which actually was the result of conflict over resources to begin with. However, despite this obvious codependency, neither one has been willing to suck up their pride and open direct negotiations between the two nations. (Fallon has tried several times during her rule, but has never once received a response from Pierre.)

So, this is where Oraine steps in. Oraine has a very hot environment, and aside from a few choice crops, not much of trade value grows there. (Their main exports, aside from a few "exotic delicacies", are fancy goods, such as fine clothes, art, and fancy furniture.) However, what Oraine does have is massive amounts of accessible coastline. Because of this, they have a long history of ship-building and maritime trade. Fortuitously for Oraine, Anvia and Oryn's border is mostly treacherous mountains, which makes overland travel difficult.

So, at some point in the past few centuries, some clever Orainian had an idea, and Orain graciously stepped in, offering to conduct trade between the two kingdoms -- for a fee, of course. Eager to continue their mutual cold-shoulder treatment, Anvia and Oryn were quick to accept the proposal. It was agreed upon that both Anvia and Oryn would be able to use Orainian ships to send their goods to each other, to Oraine, and beyond.

There are multiple companies (each owned by wealthy merchant families) that offer these services, both within the continent and beyond, and each is free to set their own price and negotiate their own service contracts with individuals, companies, or the nations themselves. However, they are charge a hefty tax that goes directly to the pockets of the ruler (currently Empress Adrienne) of Oraine.

Not only that, but Orainian merchants are well aware of how necessary their services are to both Anvia and Oryn. As such, their fees are often ridiculously overpriced. And Anvia and Oryn pay them, because they don't have any other choice. (Well, they could choose to talk to each other and begin their own trading initiatives instead of settling for Oraine's horrid prices, but why would they ever do that?)

To tie all this back to the messy international politics of the continent, the Empress of Oraine has her own fleet of trading ships that carry out trades on her behalf. It is these ships that the rulers of Anvia and Oryn are required to use when they wish to send something more between them for political purposes. Orainian leaders have long claimed this is to "supervise" and "prevent increased hostility", but in reality it's just another way to line the ruler's pockets.

The rulers of both kingdoms have signed contracts with the Empire, including a rate of charge for the service. The Empress continually pushes to raise said rate, with the monarchs attempt to negotiate a lower price -- or at least keep the same one they had before. But it's a precarious slope, because if they push too hard, the Empress could retract her offer altogether, which would be disastrous (at least in the short term) for the two kingdoms, until they were able to communicate in a civil manner and establish their own trade barriers. (Of course, the Empress has no intention of actually rescinding her offer -- it's far too profitable -- but the monarchs don't know that...)

And that's all, folks!! To anyone who read all 1,092 words of this, I am hugging you (if you accept), and buying you your favorite meal. Hopefully this isn't too boring of a read...

[chickenisamazing]

People who hate kids are weirdos and cannot be trusted