#and it's like. for what. why couldn't i be born male it's not like gender matters to me but at least maybe id be more ignorant and happy lol

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader

I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!

Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere

He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.

Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.

He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?

You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.

"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?

Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.

Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.

"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."

The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.

"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."

You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.

"You're never getting away from me, love."

[lovedivers]

Terms and Conditions Apply.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE

—> you're the sweet little intern, and he's the big bad wolf who wants to eat you up.

⤻ reader is written as a female, yandere male, age gap, power dynamic, toxic obsession, slightly suggestive, slight financial abuse, set in london, this is a drabble but full fics of him will be made in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

TOP TEN BACHELORS NEAR YOU!

1. Adrian Houde.

Tall, Handsome, Rich, Successful, Ambitious. Ask anyone with more than half a braincell and they will immediately tell you that all these traits are what Adrian Houde has! Born from the rich Houde Family known for their luxury fashion products, he had risen the ranks as CEO of his family's company a few years back.

And boy oh boy, has he made himself known. From various (fake) scandals of him dating various women, to his success in the market in revolutionising his family's industry in fast fashion but still remaining loyal to his grandmother's routes as a custom tailor who first gained traction in France.

Perhaps Mister Houde's only flaw is that he has been on this bachelor list for far too long! He's already in his mid-30s, can you believe this guy has been single for so long?

So, to the lady who catches his eye, good luck surviving all the jealous women who are going to come after you, sweetheart!

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Adrian Houde is a proud man. I mean, who wouldn't be, right? He was successful, and rich, and practically everyone — regardless of gender or age — wanted to be with him or be like him. He was the pinnacle of a great man, just like his father had said he would be.

So why was it that when you entered the office, looking like a lost little puppy dog, that you captured his interest immediately. Perhaps it was the coffee stains on your skirt and the way your eyes sparkled with desire for greatness. He had seen that spark many times before. In his own eyes, actually. From the moment he saw himself in the mirror as a teen who became aware of the legacy on his shoulders, he knew he was bound for greatness. And you, a simple woman, of all people, carried that same determination and ambition within those cute eyes of yours.

You couldn't blame him for being intrigued by you.

Especially when you looked at him with so much fear in your eyes he couldn't help but laugh.

"I am so sorry, sir- I had no idea anyone was in the meeting room this early." You apologised frantically, holding a bunch of papers and a small, slightly shabby notebook.

"No, no." Adrian voice was smooth and sweet, a mixture of his French accent and his London boy accent he had gotten from the years of being raised in London. "Don't apologise. I was a bit too early to the meeting room, it seems." He said, taking his hands out of the pockets of his suits, raising out his hand towards you.

"Adrian Houde." He introduced out of courtesy.

Hurriedly, you rushed to take his hand, firmly shaking it like you had been taught.

You touch sent shivers down his spine. Was it because your hands were cold or was it something else about you?

Either way, he liked it.

"[y/n] [l/n], sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." You smiled at him, that glow from your eyes never fading.

"[y/n] [l/n]," he repeated, allowing the syllables to roll down his tongue like something falling down the stairs, bouncing. "A pretty name, for a pretty girl." He chuckled cooly as he pulled his hand away.

"I've never seen you before, Miss [y/n]. Are you new?" He inquired.

"Ah, I'm an intern. I just- uh, got posted here recently." You smiled. "I'm a fashion design major."

He couldn't help but be a bit disappointed by that. You were a fashion design major, which meant that you and him would probably not see each other often unless he kept paying visits to the fashion department.

"Wonderful. It's nice to see such wonderful young minds in my company." The older man said as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit with a relaxed grin. "I just know you'll do great in this company."

That blush on your cheeks after he complimented you drove him crazy.

That was how your first meeting concluded.

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You were so intriguing that Adrian just couldn't keep his mind off you. The moment he returned to his office, he called up his secretary and immediately requested for your file.

When he got it, he couldn't help but obsess over it. Your portfolio was so perfect. From all your university extracurriculars to all your little quirks that the intreviewers had noted down, they were all there for him to overanalyse and understand. Your designs, he had to say, surpassed his grandmother's when she first started out the business.

His fingers traced past all the small details of the sketches of the dresses and suits you made and he wondered what you would look like as a model. Sure, you were the artist, but what if you were a muse?

He couldn't help but imagine you draped in fabrics, nothing else underneath.

He shook his head out of it.

Where was all this coming from? He was a gentleman, his grandmother had taught him to be one.

Brushing those thoughts aside, he went back to admiring your work with a smile.

Indeed, you were an asset he couldn't lose.

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Afterwards, he invested a lot of time into you. He would always drop by to the studio to talk to the head fashion designers then he would come find you, especially during your break where no one else would see you.

He disliked seeing you with others, terrified that someone else might steal his skilled intern away. No, he couldn't let any business rivals take you away from him.

Or at least, that was his justification.

Adrian would always watch you sketch your dresses behind you till you noticed and promptly let out a yelp. He enjoyed that fear in your eyes but what he enjoyed even more was the constant ambition sparkling in your pupils.

Right, you were his intern and his future designer. It was normal for him to be so invested in your growth.

After all, he was a gentleman. His grandmother had emphasised him to be in all his teachings, so this wasn't wrong. He wasn't preying on the cute intern because he wanted her. No, no, he was being a good boss by observing your actions and your growth.

Another defense as to why he began to nick your drawing pens away.

He would always replace them by gifting you more expensive pen though, a gift for you "allowing" him to have a close-up of the materials you use.

Plus, his future designer deserved the best.

You were his, after all.

"You lost another pen? No worries, I can gift you this one. Hm? Don't worry about it. Think of this as... an investment on your career."

[petitelepus]

Hi! So I saw that you are doing Isekai'ed reader in Demon Slayer and thought of this.

How about a Isekai'ed reader that was raised by Lady Tomayo? Like their mother either ran away due to not wanting to raise a child as a single parent or they died in childbirth and there were no other relatives?

Summary: Lady Tamayo and her companion find you in the middle of the Winter, alone and crying, so they take you in.

Warnings: Child Abandonment

A/N: Isekai, Gender Neutral Reader, Lady Tamayo, Yushiro

Lady Tamayo and her companion Yushiro were out in the forest during the night, trying their best to gather some medical herbs that could only be found during the cold Wintertime.

"Lady Tamayo, is this enough?" Yushiro asked as he showed the basket full of herbs to his Mistress and the beautiful woman smiled as she nodded, "They are excellent. Thank you Yushiro."

The young male smiled brightly as he was praised and the two of them gathered their stuff and were ready to leave the forest and return back to their base… When they suddenly heard a child's cry coming from deeper parts of the forest.

"What the-?" Both Tamayo and Yushiro frowned as they followed the crying sound and soon they found a child alone, small and crying their eyes out. That child was you.

What a pitiful sight you were, dressed in tattered clothes in the middle of the cold Winter.

"Ah, oh dear…" Lady Tamayo frowned as she immediately dropped her basket full of herbs and rushed to you.

"Dear child, you're freezing…" She frowned as she removed her jacket and wrapped it around your small shivering body.

"L- Lady Tamayo, you will get cold!" Yushiro gasped as he moved to take off his jacket, but the kind Demon woman shook her head, "I'll be fine, thank you Yushiro…"

The young Demon male still took off his jacket and wrapped it around his Mistress, not wanting her to feel cold even for a second.

Lady Tamayo frowned as she looked at you, observing and calculating your health. You seemed so thin like you had been starving and never had received a full meal before.

But what was weird was that there weren't any footsteps in the snow around you. As if you had just appeared there out of nowhere.

"There there…" The Demon hushed gently as she hugged you to warm you up faster and to offer you some comfort.

As she held you, your crying started to slowly die out, no doubt due to exhaustion. Finally, you couldn't cry anymore and looked at the Demon holding you through red teary eyes.

"W- Where is my mommy?" You asked and Lady Tamayo blinked, "Mommy?"

"S- She told me to wait… And if I did, she would get me candy… So I waited, but not because of the candy!"

"Then why did you wait?"

"I…" You swallowed as tears fell down your red cheeks, "I just wanted Mommy to be happy…"

"Oh…" Lady Tamayo frowned as she could already tell that you had been abandoned by the very same woman who gave birth to you and whose main focus should have been your well-being.

"B- But then it got dark suddenly and there was all this snow…!" You hiccupped as you started crying again, "I- I'm a bad child…! Just like mommy said…! I'm a mistake and I should never have been born-!"

"Hush, little one," Lady Tamayo hushed as she used her kimono's long sleeve to wipe your face clean, "You are not a mistake. Don't think that way even for a second."

"Mistress…" Yushiro frowned as he watched her comfort you. You were so young, what, maybe 5 or 6 at most. What kind of a mother would abandon their own child? These were the times when humans appeared more like Demons.

As you tried your hardest to stop crying, Lady Tamayo had made up her mind.

"Little one, would you like to come with me and Yushiro here?" She asked, much to Yushiro's shock and your confusion.

"B- But my mommy…?"

"Don't worry little one," Lady Tamayo smiled as she gently embraced you and picked you up like you weighed nothing, "Me and Yushiro, we will be the family you deserve…"

You sniffled as you nodded and with that, the Demon carried you out of the snowy forest and into her and her companion Yushiro's humble house where they hid from Demon King and Demon Slayers.

She and Yushiro weren't maybe the family you deserved, but they were the family you needed.

In the beginning, you were a little shy, but with proper clothes, big portions of food, and a warm home, you started to quickly warm up to the Demons.

You started to see Lady Tamayo as your caretaker and you would do anything to make her happy. For example, you would often pick flowers for her and she would always smile so gently as she thanked you for your thoughtful gifts.

Seeing her, your savior, smile made you so happy and proud, wanting to make her smile more and more and make her even happier. For example, you would clean without being asked to and help around as much as possible.

You would always walk after Lady Tamayo and follow her everywhere. It was honestly so cute, and it amused the Demon very much, but it also made Yushiro a little jealous.

Speaking of Yushiro, you were a little wary of him at the beginning… He could be scary when scowling… But he was nice to you also and you started to see him as your older brother, someone you could trust also.

You started to address Yushiro as big brother very early and he acted like he was annoyed, but secretly he felt… Happy that you trusted him so much.

This bond you shared with Yushiro often made Lady Tamayo smile, happy that her proteges got along so well.

And speaking of your relationship with the Lady… You and Yushiro both thought highly of her, both seeing her as your savior.

As time passed, you started to forget your life before the Demons who took you in… But sometimes you dreamed of a world filled with buildings that reached the skies, automobiles, moving images in the box… And a woman you couldn't recognize anymore.

You would always wake up in a cold sweat after those dreams, feeling like your heart was grabbed and squeezed by this cold being… At those times, you would take out some herbs that would help you rest and forget the nightmares of life you didn't know anymore.

As you grew under Tamayo's gentle guidance, you turned into a fine young adult. You would do anything your caretakers couldn't do during the daytime and take care of them, just like they took care of you.

Why do this for Demons? Because they weren't Demons to you. They were your family and you would defend your family with your life.

[reallyromealone]

Another from the secret blog

Ganon x male reader

Reader is Zelda's Brother

Omegaverse, fluff, angst

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(name) was quiet as he wandered the halls of the palace, tonight was the grand ball between kingdoms and his sister told him to not be near but... He couldn't help himself! He was so fascinated by the other kingdoms, having read about them in books. The other kingdoms people were so much taller than Hylians!

His sister never let him leave the palace, the Alpha woman fiercely protective of him and always seemed on edge about people knowing about him...

"Oh? Why aren't you joining the festivities?" A voice broke (name) out of his trance as he peered through the glass windows of the ball room, the Omega jumping to see a tall guredo man in gold's and silks, clearly of importance "o-oh! My sister didn't want me to be near the ball but... I couldn't help myself... I just got curious" (name) confessed looking down embarrassed and the smell of slight distress leaked from him causing the Man to look almost startled but kept his cool, for every Century a guredo male is born and such a Hylian male Omega is born.

Centuries ago the two kingdoms make a treaty for the Omega and the male guredo to be mates.

Seems Zelda wasn't keeping her end of the bargain.

"What's your name little Hylian?" The man gently traced his cheek with his large hand, when did he get so close (name) wondered "I am (name), prince of Hyrule" he said straining his neck to look up at the giant of an alpha "what's yours?"

"Ganondorf, King of the Guredo people" his voice deep, (mame) entranced by the man's amber eyes, warmth radiating from his olive skin and a purr almost ripped from his throat "I always wanted to see the valley... I read about it in books, are hydromelons really as good as I read?" (Name) was curious and an invisible tail was wagging as he looked at the king with stars in his eyes, clearly he didn't know about the treaty, not knowing the ruby haired man was technically his fiance. "I have, they are quite delicious" his little mate was quite adorable he noted to himself.

"You should probably return to the party... They are probably wondering where you are" (name) fretted after a while, realizing he's taken so much of his time "I believe they can hold off without me for a little while longer"

(Name) beamed at him and Ganon took in the sweet smell of a happy Omega as they wandered the halls, passing an open arch to see the full moon. (Name) shivered slightly at the cool breeze and looked confused as Ganon removed his ornate cape and placed it on the omegas shoulders, the height difference almost laughable as (name) drowned in it.

"Thank you..." (name) looked up at him shyly and Ganon revelled at the glow of the moon casting itself upon (name), he looked ethereal like this and he couldn't help himself as he leaned to the others level, a feat within itself as the Guredo stood at ten feet tall, finger hooking under the Hylians chin and lips grazing before going in for a ki--"My king!" A Guredo guard said worried as Zelda came in looking horrified at the fact Ganon was near her brother, (name) completely taken by Ganon.

"Why have you kept my mates existence a secret?" Ganondorf cut to the chase before Zelda could talk, she was clearly nervous about this interaction and (name) looked confused "you do know this is would break the treaty" the Guredo people were key allies, masters of combat and a powerhouse with their military as unlike Hyrule they don't discriminate on secondary gender.

"Mate..?" (Name) looked confused and looked to his sister for answers, his sister looked furious at this and her fists clenched as she took a silent breath.

She knew she was controlling of her brother, micromanaging every second of her brothers life.

She was protective, could you blame her?

She didn't think Ganondorf was good enough for him, having plans to mate her brother off to the head knight Link though neither seemed very interested in the concept.

"You and I are fiance's, every generation a male guredo and a male Omega are born and are set to be wed" Ganondorf was told that there was no omega born yet, causing tensions to rise.

"Is this true..?" He looked to his sister who couldn't deny it "yes, you are engaged to King ganondorf by law" (name) was already in his adulthood, 23 to be exact but heavily sheltered and all knowledge of the outside was through books and stories from guards.

Come morning (name) was in the gardens eating sweets the kitchen had made him, thoughts heavy at last night's events and avoided his sister like the plague. He was engaged? To the king of another kingdom?

Ganon was handsome he would admit, the giant king made him feel giddy and giggly when he looked at him, remembering when their lips brushed--- he was so flustered at the memory. Ganondorf smelt of spices and honey, the smell was on (name)s clothes when he returned to his room.

"Ah, there you are" Ganons voice caught (name)s attention, the Guredo alpha dressed less regal but still recognizable as a king, long purposeful strides towards his fiance "last night was surely stressful"

"I still can't process that im engaged... Zelda spoke of an engagement with the head knight but to know I had already been spoken for..."

"We would have already been we'd if you had not been hidden from me" Ganon said crouching before his fiance "...could I get to know you? I know we are to be wed and it would most likely be fast tracked but... I would like to know you... Know my future alpha" (name) looked at him hopefully, even crouching Ganon towered over him "that could be arraigned, perhaps you could come with me to Gerudo valley for one or two months and get to know the people and the vulture" he offered and (name) grinned "really? Are Sand seals really as big as the books say?" He asked hopeful and Ganon smiled "you will have to find out, won't you?"

Zelda looked like a kicked dog, unable to deny the request of her brother going to Guredo valley for three months, tensions already thick.

And Ganon looked so so smug.

[sugolara]

♫ Silly boys you run away too far

Ft. Shota, Katsuki, Hitoshi, Izuku, Shoto, Eri & gn! reader

Synopsis: Born by dysfunctional parents, Shota Aizawa takes it upon himself to adopt a litter of kids to give them the best chance life could offer them. Or... [A family with different parents try to beat any obstacle that come their way, though they couldn't have done this without the help of their adopted father; Shota.] Cw: language, drinking, smoking, substance abuse, death mention, a bit of angst, quirkless! au, humor, slight sexual themes nothing to graphic, gender neutral reader!, updates once a month or so Honorable Supporting Cast: Denki Kaminari [The best friend], Kyoka Jiro [The friend], Eijiro Kirishima [The love interest], Ochaco Uraraka [The friend], Tenya Iida [The love interest/Ex], Mina Ashido [The friend/Ex], Momo Yaoyorozu [The love Interest], Hanta Sero [The love interst] & other extras that aren't important Music of the chapter: Silly boy - The Blue Van

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Booming music mixed with sounds of a character shooting their gun resonated through the home. If you were to walk by the home, you'd most certainly feel the vibrations and while cats liked to mingle, their bodies purring at the feeling, other people liked to stay away. A part of it had to do with the music they always blast when their father wasn't home-despite the many complaints they get-but the main reason why people stayed away was due to the notorious reputation they set on themselves.

While the neighborhood knows that kids are just kids, some beg to differ and just wish that their father could maintain a better control of them. But they kept their opinions to themselves as the last time someone had complained to the father, their home was almost set on fire and sure, it was probably because they had forgotten to turn the oven off, but they were sure they hadn't even baked at the time.

A curse is what people liked to say, but for the family of the said home, they'd say it was just a coincidence. A happy coincidence.

"Stop hitting me!" The second middle child, Izuku, yelled out as he focused on the TV screen where his character was shooting everywhere, but his target, "You're making me loose! Do you realize that if I lose I'll have to clean the bathroom!?"

"Duh!" The oldest child, Katsuki, manically laughed as he lifted his foot to block the freckle male's face. Though he winced when his braces got caught to the insides of cheeks, "That's the whole point! Besides, you suck ass."

"Because you keep blocking me, Kacchan!" He cried out, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes from frustration.

In the same living room, near the other couch that was placed by the window and next to it sat the youngest child, Shoto, playing music on the home computer. He scrolled through redtube, his eyes looking at a playlist as he muttered to himself, "What about metal? Are we a fan of metal?"

He hummed as he looked up to the window, his finger tapping his chin as he watched the stars blink at him, "Yes, I think we are."

A soft clink of the mouse was heard before sounds of guitar ripping vibrated through the home. Entering the kitchen, the middle child, Hitoshi, and second oldest, F/n, watched as their frozen burrito cooked in the microwave, both counting down the time before the timer hit zero.

"You think dad will get mad at us for eating the whole bag of burritos?" Hitoshi asked, his indigo eyes watching as the burrito spinned slowly in a paper plate, "There were twelve in there."

"Well, he did leave nothing for us to eat and the babysitter ditched us." F/n answered, their ears listening to the soft hum the microwave released, "And dad knows we don't know how to cook, so really it's his fault."

"Such wise words." Hitoshi mumbled, his eyes still on the burrito. F/n nodded, "Wisdom..."

Outside in the driveway pulled in a black car. Getting off the driver's seat, the head and father of the children, Shota, released a tired sigh as he looked at the window where the caramel color sheets of curtains radiated a soft glow of the living room light. He could also hear the loud music and the vibrations, "Looks like there goes another complaint to the mayor."

Hearing a quick shuffling pace, Shota turned to the side walk where he could see a couple quickly walk by, avoiding making eye contact with him. Despite the avoidance, Shota waved at them like any friendly neighbor.

When the couple passed by, he could hear them let out a sigh of relief and a conversation that was hushed. Ignoring their behavior, Shota headed for the back doors of his small car. He opened it and crouched down to undo the seatbelt around the youngest and final child, Eri. With the click and the belt going back to its original place, he wrapped his arms around the girl's frame, gently picking her up so as to not wake her from her slumber.

He repositioned his arms before closing the door and heading towards the home. With his key in his other hand he jammed into the keyhole and turned, allowing the door to be unlocked. He pushed the door open, staring at the scene in front of him. Thankfully, with having to grow up in a chaotic household, Eri did not once stir in her sleep.

"Oh, shit!" Katsuki turned towards the door as he was the closest to it. Seeing Shota, he yelled alerting his siblings, "Dad's home!"

They all turned to him, smiles on their faces, "Hey, dad!"

A smile reached to his lips as he closed the door with his foot, "Yeah, I'm home, turn down the music and the TV."

The audio was lowered down, though seeing only the kids, Shota looked around, his brows furrowing, "Where's the babysitter?"

"Oh, she left an hour after you did." Shoto said, his eyes on the computer, "Katsuki and F/n scared her off."

"Of course they did." Shota muttered as he moved further into the home, "Did she at least make you guys anything to eat?"

Katsuki scoffed as he hit the side of Izuku's face with his foot, "As if. We're fucking starving. F/n and Hitoshi ate the rest of the burritos. Fatasses."

"She literally left us nothing to eat all day!" F/n turned to the living room, "She left before we could even steal her credit card and order from The Pizza Kingdom."

"Oh, actually I was able to get that." From behind them, Hitoshi fished out a black card from his pocket, "I called earlier, but they couldn't place an order because it had no money."

"Seriously?" Shota shook his head as he grabbed the card, "What did I say about stealing their stuff? This is why babysitters never stay the full day."

Izuku paused the game, his hand shoving Katsuki's foot as he looked to his father, "Do we really need a babysitter anyway? We're 16, we know how to take care of ourselves."

Shota gave him a stare, one that had Izuku nervously recoil back on the couch, "Really? You really believe that, Izuku?"

"...No..." He mumbled.

Feeling Eri move, Shota nudged his head to the door, before entering Eri and F/n's shared room, "Go grab the groceries so I can make dinner."

When Shota entered the bedroom, the blonde let out an annoyed groan as he set the control on the coffee table. He then kicked Izuku, "Go get the bags."

"Why me? He told you to." He said, but regretted it when the blonde kicked him off the couch, "Fine...bitch."

"Whaddya call me!?" The freckle male scattered away. Kindly enough, Shoto and F/n helped him as they opened the trunk, each grabbing bags that hung off their forearm.

"Did you guys find out who your homeroom teacher is?" F/n asked as tomorrow would be the first day back to school.

"Nope." Izuku let out a sigh, grabbing as much groceries as he could hold, "But, I hope I'm not in the same class as you again."

"Hey!" F/n glared at him, "What's wrong with being in the class as me? I'm totally fun."

"I don't know, you almost got expelled when you tried pranking Mr. Kan." Shoto thought back to last school year, "Remember? Mr. Nezu had you clean the entire school, including the locker room as punishment."

"But it was funny." They said, though they glared at Izuku once more when he spoke in a high pitched tone, meant to be sarcastic, "Was it?"

"I'll show you something funny." They muttered and shared a glance with Shoto who understood as he nodded. Before Izuku could close the trunk, both F/n and Shoto quickly lifted their arms that hung off heavy bags and slammed it on Izuku's back, causing the male to fall in the trunk.

They snickered as they ran towards the home with Izuku struggling to exit, "Seriously!? You guys are so rude!"

When they entered, Shota was in the kitchen boiling a pot of water as he grabbed vegetables from the fridge. Nothing other than their fathers cooked meals tasted good and after a day of eating little food, Shota felt like his kids deserved a full course meal-even though they did nothing to deserve it.

Setting the bags on the table, Hitoshi aimed for one of them, smiling as he pulled out yogurt, "Where's Izuku?"

"Fuck if I know." F/n shrugged, sitting at the kitchen table as they grabbed a bag of chips. Though the bags of chips were removed from their hands as Katsuki began munching on them. He ignored the look F/n sent his way, "You going to be our teacher tomorrow?"

"That depends. Are you guys going to behave?" He said as he went to retrieve a pack of meat from the store bags, but hearing the blonde crunching, he gave his kid a look, "You're going to damage your braces."

The blonde shrugged, still eating F/n's chips, "So what?"

"How are you going to fix that gap between your teeth?" Shoto innocently asked, eating his bag of chips. He knew he set the blonde off as he heard chips being crumbled and F/n muttering. "Aw, man."

Hitoshi almost choked on his yogurt, though he was able to get it down, "Where's Izuku?"

"Kidnapped." Said Izuku as he entered the home glaring at F/n and Shoto, "Thank you for the help, by the way."

"You're welcome." Shoto smiled, eating to his heart's content until the freckle male stole his chips.

"Don't eat too much." The pan hissed when Shota turned the food, "It's your guys first day of school tomorrow and I don't want a call saying you either threw up or you harassed another kid."

The siblings all turned to look at Katsuki who sputtered, "He deserved it!"

"He said he was sorry." Shoto pointed out, "You were just overreacting."

"True." The rest said, relieving the memory, but the blonde rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Shota let out a sigh as he grabbed dishes, beginning to pour food into them, "Go grab Eri and tell her dinners ready. If she's still asleep, leave her."

"Where is she?" Izuku asked as he stood up when Shota nudged his head to the living room, hands occupied by food. "She should be in the living room."

F/n turned her head towards the room and smiled when she saw Eri coloring, "She's awake. Hi, Eri!"

"Hi, Eri!" The rest said and hearing her name being called the girl smiled as she stood to go to them. "Hello! Is dinner ready?"

Seeing a nod, they all placed the bags away before sitting at their designated chair. When they were all children, they had decided to mark their names in their favorite color. Katsuki's being red, F/n's f/c, Hitoshi's purple, Izuku's green, Shoto's red and blue, and Eri's red. Along with the names, they added stickers of grenades, knives, cats, bunnies, noodles and apples. For Shota's chair, they added all their stickers.

"Alright." Shota placed a bowl of delicious food in front of Eri, before the others. Everyone knew that Eri got her plate first, courtesy of young privileges, "After you're done, get ready for school tomorrow. And sleep early Hitoshi, you don't want to be late for the first day."

"Yeah, yeah."

As soon as their bowls and fresh juice was placed in front of them, everyone began to eat. With Shota at the head of the table, he watched as his family ate with smiles and talked among them. Despite how different their personalities are, they seemed to get along well to which Shota felt satisfied. His own smile appeared on his face.

"Can you pass the salt?" Eri's small voice asked Shota.

Shota handed it to her, "Here you go."

"I can't wait for school." Izuku mumbled as he chewed his food, his mind going to a certain girl.

"Quit stealing my food, Icyhot!"

"But I'm hungry."

"Let him have some, fatass!"

"Fatass."

"That is not nice, F/n and Hitoshi."

[heavenlymorals]

Why are you always trying to paint Arthur as a misogynist? When he clearly isn't??? I like your posts by why do you hyper fixate on stuff like that?

Hello anon and thanks for the ask.

Well, quite simply, I "paint" Arthur as someone who actively believes in and enforces gender roles because he does so in the game. It's a part of his writing and his character. The canon Arthur is NOTHING like how the fandom here on Tumblr portrays him as. That's also a reason why I started making these posts because I honestly hate when fanon becomes the accepted truth of characters and not the actual canon. It happens all the time.

I'm a very pragmatic person and this will show in my posts. I don't care about what characters COULD be and I focus more on what they ACTUALLY are. That's why my retrospective posts are usually looked at through a psychological, sociological, cultural, feminist, and/or literary point of view. I look at characters and learn things about them through their actions and words, as well as the time period that they are a part of. I do not care at all about making characters seem morally better, especially when it comes to historical attitudes because those historical attitudes aren't as historical as we make them out to be.

They still affect us every single day and only recently have we started pushing back- that's also not mentioning cultures where these attitudes are STILL encouraged, which then changes the way people think. Understanding historical attitudes allows us to understand not only our own cultures better, but people as well and why they do the things they do.

Now let's talk about Arthur. Arthur is a man born in 1863. Women couldn't even get a credit card by themselves without a man till 1974. To put it quite simply, he lived in a time era where women had almost 0 rights and those women who did succeed in life usually had some sort of male support. People supported this system, both male and female. Did you know that when the suffrage movement began, most American women didn't give a fuck because they believed that was men's duties, not their own? Point is is that even if Arthur is a lot more lenient regarding this stuff, he still actively believes in it because of how pungent it was in the society he lived in.

The first mission we have with the female gang members is heading to Valentine. The first thing he says to them is whether Miss Grimshaw could spare them from their domestic chores, already showing that in the gang, the girls' main duty is the domestic work and that Arthur supports this. Later in that mission, when he chases down Jimmy Brooks, he puts Uncle in charge of bringing them back home, even though he is an old ass man and they are three young, healthy, and capable women. In one mission, you got two examples of Arthur being an active encourager of gender roles.

And then there is Sadie- when she expresses her frustration over the work she has to do, he tries to shut her down. When she gets her pants, he mocks her: "You get a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" When she asks Dutch when she can go robbing with them, both him and Dutch laugh her off. When they bust John out of prison, he does it with her cuz literally no one else would help him and when they escape on the boat, he gets visibly annoyed that she doesn't take his hand. There are even more examples of things like this when he antagonizes her, but that's just the main game.

And there is the antagonizations of women performers. "Women shouldn't be doing this." "Go make someone some supper." "Go back to the kitchen." "This ain't ladylike." I'm sorry, but these need no explanations. His antagonize lines are just as canon as his greet lines and the fact that he says stuff like that shows that he believes in gender roles. It's an active part of his belief system.

There are so many more examples of this and the majority of them are subtle but I come from a culture that still treats its women like the 1800s treated theirs so when I ever pick up on these things, it's cuz I've lived it before.

And my final point- this is a historical game. Rockstar made sure to be as accurate as they can in regards to the time period- so characters not only react to historical attitudes but they are a part of it as well. Same goes for Arthur. He's a historical character with a historical background and historical attitudes- and that comes with the good, like chivalry, and the bad, sexism. You shouldn't play a game like RDR if you're expecting characters to feel modern in their thought processes.

Thank you and have a great day.

[lazycats-stuff]

i was wondering if you’d like to write a Jason Todd x male!reader(gender neautral is fine too)who’s also a vigilante magic user! Jason meets Y/N as red hood first on patrol and eventually meets them out of costume at a book store(doesn’t know Y/N is magic user vigilante yet). Jason is entranced by “both” of them. Is it magic or chemistry?

Hehe, more Jason Todd, I like it. Also, it's both.

Summary: Jason Todd meets (Y/N) as a vigilante. Then he meets him as a normal civilian. Jason falls in love.

Warnings: minor cursing, Jason feels attracted to (Y/N), but is it magic or no?, who knows, Albert Camus mentions,

Vigilantes on the Gotham scene were always an interesting thing. You had those who were with Batman for a long time and were the OGs so to speak. And then there are the ones who aren't connected to Batman at all. Not on any level.

Jason was in the category of OGs and it wasn't a shock for him to see vigilantes on the scene. But what normally isn't the norm is a magic vigilante with actual magical powers. To say that Jason was in shock is an understatement of the year.

And Jason rarely get shocked by anything nowadays. He found (V/N) in the Crime Alley helping out kids and showing them some of his magic. The kids were very excited and (Y/N) seemed happy to show them the tricks he knew.

Once the showcasing was over, (Y/N) left and went on with his patrol. Jason decided to follow quietly, but (Y/N) wasn't born yesterday. He stopped after a while smirking at Jason.

" You caught me I see. " Jason said, raising his hands in the air to show (Y/N) that he meant no harm.

" Can I ask you what you are doing mister Hood? " (Y/N) asked, crossing his arms, levitating in the air. Jason had to admit, he was thoroughly impressed. It's about time for a change here on the Gotham scene.

" I'm just making sure that you aren't some sort of... Enemy to the city. Batman is rather unwelcoming if you don't work for him. " Jason said and (Y/N) just raised his brow.

" Is that so? " (Y/N) asked and Jason tilted his head.

" What do you think I'm doing? " Jason asked, taking a step closer to the vigilante who was still levitating. His hands went to his waist and (Y/N)'s eyes glanced at him and shook his head.

" I mean no harm mister Hood. " (Y/N) said and Jason chuckled.

" Well, I don't know that. I have to worry about myself. " Jason said, smirking to himself underneath his helmet.

" Well, you won't find trouble from me. I just protect people that Batman can't. " (Y/N) said and Jason was confused. Batman protected everyone and they protected everyone.

" Who are those that we don't protect? "

" That is something I can't tell you Hood. That is something that will go to the grave. " (Y/N) said, eyes down on the roof.

" It's not a bad thing to have Batman on your side. " Jason said, crossing his arms.

" But it's also a dangerous thing. Especially for the people that I protect. " (Y/N) said and Jason had to agree with the first part of that sentence.

" Can I ask you something? " Jason asked and (Y/N) nodded. What is he even going to ask him?

" What are you doing in this city? I mean, anybody with a brain would run from here. " Jason stated as a matter of fact and (Y/N) had to agree with it. But the rent was cheap and he had a very important group of people here that he needs to protect.

" Believe it or not, I like this city. I believe that it can be saved believe it or not. And my heart is just here. I don't think I can leave it. " (Y/N) said to Jason and he saw a small smile on (Y/N)'s face. It's an interesting thought.

Gotham City can be saved.

Jason wanted to retort, but couldn't find anything to say. He saw that (Y/N) is an optimist by heart, but he wasn't a naive person. He could see that he was realistic too. It's not good to be naive in this world.

And especially in this city.

" Don't say anything to Batman. I would like to stay a secret. " (Y/N) said and Jason nodded. He understood why. (Y/N) didn't know Bruce the way Jason knew and there was probably some sort of distrust.

Maybe something has happened to (Y/N) before coming here. Somebody hunted him maybe? Either way, he won't tell Bruce.

" Your secret is safe with me. But soon enough he will find out though. He knows when there is someone else operating in this city. " Jason warned and (Y/N) nodded.

" Thank you Red Hood. " (Y/N) said and just flew off. Jason watched him do, taking a deep breath. And he didn't even ask for his vigilante name.

Wow.

Something really messed with his mind. Was it (Y/N)'s magic? Either way, he needs to find those kids and find out the name, even if it's just a nickname. He is sure of one thing.

This man won't leave him mind for a long time. Not at least until he gets more information about him. Oh this is an interesting development.

Very interesting.

Jason shook his head as he walked down the sidewalk. He didn't see his mysterious vigilante, well, it's not a mystery vigilante anymore. He found out that it's (V/N). It fitted him in a way. For a couple of days and he was getting a bit antsy and a bit restless. He didn't know what pushed him to be this way, but (V/N) was in his mind 24/7.

That's not really good for him, so he went to the bookstore to get some more books. He likes buying books and then actually reading them. He loved some mysteries, but he was in the mood for something more philosophical.

He has heard that Albert Camus' Stranger is a very good book. Apparently it makes fun of human existing and Jason was all for it at this very moment. He felt like he was being made fun off by fate.

Maybe Albert Camus had some answers for him. He went to his bookstore and all though a small one, it has very good titles and some really great books.

Jason found it cozy and nice and he bought some of their books. He recently bought Charles Baudelaire's poetry and Jason was in love. He never thought that he would enjoy poetry, but Charles Baudelaire had a great way with words.

Jason walked in the bookstore, smiling at the smell of something sweet in the air. He closed the doors behind himself, slowly walking into the store, saying a quiet hello to the person working there.

He moved through the shelves, knowing that they hold the Stranger somewhere. Somewhere around here. He stopped when he noticed the name Albert Camus. He glanced around and his eyes stopped at another person. He was smaller than Jason and was struggling to reach the top shelf.

He had (H/C) hair and very beautiful (E/C). He wore casual clothes and he was struggling to reach. Jason swallowed as he walked over, just reaching for the book and handing it over to the cute stranger.

" Thank you. " The stranger said and Jason smiled at him.

" No problem. I'm Jason. " Jason introduced himself and the stranger smiled back too.

" (Y/N), nice to meet you. " (Y/N) said and Jason felt... Something warm in his stomach. Something that he felt when he saw (V/N) a few hours earlier. What the hell?

" What did you pick? " Jason asked and (Y/N) showed him Albert Camus' Stranger. Jason chuckled and showed him his own copy of the Stranger.

" Wow. " (Y/N) said and Jason nodded.

" I know, I heard great things about it. I need something about Camus' absurdism to help me out. I feel like fate is playing with me. " Jason explained and (Y/N) gave him a knowing look.

" I know, I feel you. I had a tough last night and I swore that I would buy the Stranger. I want to see how human existence has no sense. " (Y/N) explained and the two walked to the register.

" I know that feeling... When we buy these books, do you want to go out for a coffee? There is a nice coffee shop just around the corner. My treat. " Jason said, confused as to why he was so attracted (Y/N).

What was going on?

(Y/N) stopped, tilting his head for a moment.

" Why not? " (Y/N) said and Jason smiled. The two paid for their books and then (Y/N) followed Jason into a small coffee shop.

" It's nice. " (Y/N) commented as the two sat down.

" I know. Now, what do you want to drink? " Jason asked as he went to order.

" Anything but black coffee. " (Y/N) said and Jason nodded, going to the counter to order. (Y/N) sat back as he waited for Jason to come back. Why did he say yes to him?

He could have said no, but something attracted him to Jason. His magic sometimes did it to him. Sometimes it made other people attracted to him. And that's why he has decided to be alone for the rest of his life.

But there is something about Jason that sparked his interest. He didn't understand it either, but why should he be alone for the rest of his life? His magic is something that he loves, but sometimes it bothers him a lot.

Especially in the dating department. But sometimes you need to take a leap of faith. He smiled as Jason gave him what seemed like latte and for him a pure black coffee.

Maybe he should give this a shot. Just maybe.

Jason smiled as he sat down and started talking to (Y/N). There is something about (Y/N) that he couldn't pinpoint, but he is definitely interested in finding out.

[kotaromita]

Kotaro doesn't have a mirror in his room. But in the bottom drawer of his desk, he has a few secret things. Secret things he can only look at when he's absolutely certain no one will come in and see.

Oh! Uh...you're definitely having a gender crisis or an identity crisis! But I really don't want to go in assuming stuff…

He pulls out the black skater skirt he has. It's dusty and wrinkled. He's never worn it out. Never washed or ironed it either. Even though his door is closed and the house is silent, he checks over his shoulder again.

I-It seems like things would just be so much easier…if everything was different from the start—b-because then you wouldn't have to wonder...

Kotaro puts it on. It fits fine. His hips are narrow and his legs are long. He doesn't have a mirror to look at himself in it. Maybe that was...for the best. He sits down on the end of his bed and stretches out his legs in front of him. They don't look like a girls. Maybe if he shaved them it'd be closer.

Do you want your makeup done too?

He opens his phone and looks at the pictures he took the day Saki did his nails and makeup. He knows it's him in the pictures, but somehow, that person feels so distant. So pretty. That couldn't possibly be him. It was, but it couldn't be. Curiously, he takes a picture of his legs in the skirt. Without his flat angular upper body, it isn't that bad. Maybe someone could believe it was a girls legs. Maybe. Maybe with tights or leggings or long ruffled socks.

If you were a girl? Let's see...we considered Ayumi, Umiko, and Amane—those ones I remember for sure.

It's scary to think...how different things would be if he were born a girl. How...how they'd be...better.

His father wouldn't have all his expectations of manliness placed on him. He could wear his hair long and pierce his ears and introduce Akito as his boyfriend like it was no big deal. It wouldn't matter that he wasn't muscular or broad shouldered. It wouldn't matter that he was expressive and silly and liked to sing and play video games and cook and take care of children. Maybe he wouldn't be so skinny or have as much acne either. He wouldn't have to shave his face or strain hitting higher notes.

Why? Why does it sound so much better? He doesn't hate being a man. He loves being his mother's son and his brother's big brother. He loves being Akito's boyfriend and biking around at night and singing low rough songs. He likes men's clothes and men's cologne and eating meat too. But couldn't he have been born a girl and just been a bit of a headstrong independent girl? Rather than a weak effeminate boy? Wouldn't everyone...like him more that way? Wouldn't he like himself more that way?

He flops back on his bed. This is so stupid. Why does this even matter? He has a mission in life, at least for the moment. He has obligations. He has a boyfriend and friends and a family. Why does this matter at all? It's nothing but a "what if." It'll never be reality. All he can do is put a skirt on his male body and pretend, alone in his room. Why does it hurt?

Kotaro takes off the skirt and stuffs it back in his drawer. Back to normal. But the hurt doesn't go away.

[easy-a-b10g]

THE GIRL WITH THE ENDEAVOR DOLL 

"Nova Kamiya, Izuku Midoriya, and Katsuki Bakugou all grew up together in the Shizuoka Prefecture, before Nova was born her mother moved to Japan from America after loosing her husband to a rouge villain attack making friends with Mitsuki and Inko during her stay, Nova grew up in japan alongside Kacchan and Izuku bonding more with the latter over their love of heros and missing quirks (and missing fathers lMAO) join this messy journey of love and soul searching between Nova and not just her childhood best friends but her future classmates aswell.  Stay tuned!!👀.  I'm trying to make it like A/B/O but I've never written for it so please be patient.😭

(A little on that a/b/o so your not confused in this story. In my a/b/o children can sorta be predestined to be alpha, beta, or Omega, like you can kinda tell by their pheromones and demures, or simply by their parents gender. It's kinda like the genetics of eyes if that makes any sense like how two blue eyed parents could have a blue eyed baby but if the parents of the blue eyed parents were all brown eyed parents they could have a baby with brown eyes or the baby could carry the gene of brown eyes. Like two Omegas male and female because I also believe that male and female Omegas can have children together as well as male and female alphas because you know male+ female =pup not necessarily Alpha+Omega=pup. So two Omegas have a baby and it could be an Omega but if their parents were all betas on both sides the baby could be a beta or carry beta genes???? Does that make any sense let me know )

Anyway Katsuki's parents are both alphas so he's an alpha Izuku's parents were both Omegas so he will be and Omega and Novas mom is an Omega and he father was an alpha and idk what I want her to be she probably going an Omega lol

   Feed back is greatly appreciated just please be nice. It's kinda proof read lol but not really. 

"Why are you being so mean?" Izukus voice trembled and whimperd with fear as he raised his fists in the air his distressed pheromones permitting the distance around them, "You're making her cry, Kacchan!  If you keep hurting her, uh ...I'll, uh... I'll stop you myself!"  These words tumbled from 4 year old Izuku Midoriyas lips as he stood at the end of Mesou Park, in front of his very best friend Nova Kamiya defending her from the bullies that decided to pick a fight with them.

  Nova was on the ground cradling her bruised arm, and her all time favorite Endeavor toy to her chest, trying to hold back tears and keep her sad smell to herself. She looked down at the doll which had been ripped in half, the stuffing was spilled all along the ground and even in her lap, with a trail leading to the other half of the doll which was left in the clutches of Katsuki Bakugou or Kacchan as Izuku and Nova liked to call him, he is the worst bully Nova has ever met. 

But first here's what happened.

Nova and Izuku had decided that bright Sunny Sunday morning that they were going to go down to Mesou Park and play heros together till super time.

Nova all but begged her mother everyday to see him since she couldn't last weekend, all because Izuku was at home sick with the flu, but her mother promised her as soon as he was better that they could play together again as much as she wanted but only until after Izuku got better.

She was so excited for this day, jumping with joy when seeing Izuku on the swing set at the end of the park waiting for her arrival. His favorite All Might figurine sat in his lap as he swayed with the wind on the rusty seat. 

 So you can imagine their dismay when halfway into playing Kacchan and his minions, Tsubasa and Tesaki or dumb and dumber as Nova like to call them, showed up to the park causing a ruckus and disturbing the other pups as they played. Nova told Izuku they weren't going to let them bother them today not like they did the last time and Izuku agreed with her and they continue to play without incident. 

 Up until Tsubasa had zeroed in on Izuku and Nova playing together by the swings and came over to spy on them from behind the giant tree near the swing set. That's when he overheard Izuku and Nova talking about All Mights Special combo moves and Endeavors furious flames before he decided that was all he needed to hear before he ran back to report his findings to Kacchan.

Izuku always chooses All Might when they played heros together always, just like she always chooses Endeavor. It's not like she likes him tho, no infact she thought he was a mean mean bully just like Kacchan and his friends, but his quirk stopped a lot of bad guys and in her book that was enough to make him a good hero despite his attitude. She also secretly really loved All Might just as much as Izuku did but she let him have All Might every time they played heros just to see him happy. 

Unfortunately for them Kacchan just happened to be one of THOSE moods today. "Are you guys seriously playing heros right now?" Nova and Izuku stopped playing and turn their heads to the voice addressing them. Tesaki and Tsubasa are seen snickering into their hands while they stand behind Kacchan who has his arms crossed with a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah so what?" Nova replies with a snark hands on her hips as she turns her nose up at him. "Well if your really a hero then how about you dodge this weakling!" He yells as he dashes for her, screaming she closes her eyes and braces for the impact of his push but it doesn't come, instead she feels a harsh tug on the doll in her hands. Her head snaps up immediately and she cries out for her special doll.

"Hey that's not yours!" Kacchan laughs at her waving the doll above her head once he was able to get it from her grasp. "Your a hero aren't you," he teased  "Don't heros share their toys? Hey guys catch!" he then throws the doll into the air over to his friends who then shove Nova into a involuntary game of monkey in the middle as she tries to rescue her stolen doll.

 With one final jump Nova finally claims the doll again but so has Kacchan and he's NOT letting go. "Let go of it Kacchan, give it back it not yous!" A tug of war begins between the two of them not lasting long before Nova could hear the tearing of the stitches as Kacchan continued to pull. "Wait Kacchan stop your going to-"

"RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP"

The doll comes apart at the seams splitting this way and that until the stuffing from the Endeavor doll comes spilling out around her and into the air like white dandelion ploofs, without warning Kacchan shoved Nova to the ground where she hit her elbow really hard against the metal bars of the swing set. That's when Nova finally let out a distressing smell, not a very strong one but one strong enough for Katsuki to wrinkle his nose at her in disgust. Izuku finally ran in front of her yelling at Kacchan and the others to stop their antics.

"Hmph. You both wanna pretend to be a heros?" Kacchan proceeds to blow up the half of the doll he managed to snag from Nova with a wide grin. The tears Nova tried so hard to hold back came spilling out. "Neither of you stand a chance at becoming REAL heros without a quirk not to mention your just going to turn out to be a bunch of weak Omegas so why bother." Laughing he and his friends finally jump Izuku and and Nova. Kacchan went for the other half of Novas doll, the others  went after Izuku kicking and shoving and hitting him calling him a Deku over and over again. 

Nova tried her best to protect her doll but unfortunately Kacchan was stronger than her. Kacchan snatched the other half of the doll right from her tiny hands and burnt it to a crisp. The ashes falling in Novas face slowly and silently much like her tears did. Kacchan and his friends laughed and taunted them both until they finally decided they were done torturing them and moved onto the next group of pups to mess with. 

Crying Nova moved to Izuku to make sure he was alright. Izuku was just lying there in the dirt looking up at the sky tears streaming down his face. Sniffling and wiping her own tears away Nova sat Izuku up and dusted off his clothes and hair and asked if he was ok. With a nod he started to cry harder, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to save your doll Nova, I'm so sorry." Pulling his hands to his face he started rubbing at his eyes, " It's not your fault zuku, Kacchans just a big ole bully whole likes to pick fights for no reason." Nova crossed her arms in anger. " Why does he have to be so mean just because he has a quirk does not make him any better than us!" She says with a huff grabbing a fist full of dirt and tossing it in anger. 

Here's the sad truth, all men are not created equal.

By the time they were both 4 years old, Nova and Izuku had learned that some kids have more power than others especially if you have the right secondary gender to back up that power. But that won't hold them back, if anything it pushes them to do even better. Being a hero is everything to Izuku and Nova. Despite not having their quirks yet they know they are going to be the fiercest heros around when they do get them! No matter how many people teased them for not having their quirks yet, they had each other to lift the other one up and encourage them to keep going and to keep believing that one day their quirks would finally show.

[miraamio]

I think something that is deeply misunderstood about Toji is the fact that he is not a person who is willingly bad. He is a bad father, yes, and he might also be a bad person but the second part is not intentional but rather instinctive. We seem to always gloss over his life as a male child in the Zenin clan, which, in all it’s orthodox ways, puts men on a higher pedestal than women. Meaning, you do not have the privilege of falling behind in any way whatsoever if you are a man. So when Toji, son of the 25th clan head is born without cursed energy, he naturally becomes subjected to the torment that comes with being inferior. In both chapter 76 and chapter 113, Toji reflects upon things he had long let go of, which was pride, something men of the zenin clan are full of. So to see someone who is so deeply rooted in their own inferiority that they let go of the beliefs that run in his very blood, is almost unbecoming. His choice to consider selling off Megumi wasn’t shallow by any means, because unlike him, Megumi had potential, but he contradicts his own self by telling Gojo about Megumi’s existence at the time of his death. In that moment, Toji sees Megumi as an extension of himself rather than his wife. The cycle of abuse isn’t something that can end randomly on a Monday morning, a neglected child will become a neglecting father, a neglecting father will become a neglecting grandfather. The severity of abuse or neglect only lessens, never disappears, because it exists on the child like a branding, etched deep onto his skin.

Toji’s period of stability is not known to the audience, it is kept concealed like an intimate secret between his wife and him. It was the one opportunity he had at normality and it completely makes sense of him to become unstable after his wife’s death. In a way Toji’s nihilism is tied directly to his roots in the Zenin clan. He fails to find purpose in anything, even killing. His vices being gambling make complete sense because he has no actual use for the money he makes. Discarded by his own family, his existence had been meaningless because of his lack.

Toji also represents a juxtapose centred around the dual nature of patriarchy and how it is inherently detrimental to both women AND men. It encourages upholding beliefs that tend of diminish the value of people, establishes gender roles and subjugates anyone who cannot fulfil them, this corners both women and men. His failure to be a man in the clan is inevitably what led him to become someone who couldn't even find pride his own self despite belonging to a noble clan. Which is why Maki's parallel to him serves to play such an intricate role and helps us understand both their characters better.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Vulnerability- Aventurine x male!Reader

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Recovery date: April 29th, 2024

Description: Hello sorry if this is a bad time, but I was wondering if you could make a story where the reader is male and comes from an extremely endangered species that is capable of having a child with a partner of the same gender, and he's kind of like Black Swan's apprentice, and went to Penacony with her but he ends up bumping into his ex Aventurine, the reader left him because he had a couple mental issues he needed to work out but he still cares about Aventurine and just doesn't know what to say to him.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I couldn't really work in the "being able to have a child with someone of the same gender" but otherwise I think this came out really well.

Word count: 1 031

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Black Swan is a bitch.

That’s Y/n’s opinion as he catches a glimpse of soft golden hair and a gaudy green suit across the bar. The memokeeper had sent her darling apprentice to get them some drinks. She could feign ignorance, but Y/n watched her look over at the bar before sending him. He knows this was intentional, but he won’t let her lead him like she leads everyone else.

Seriously, he’d been under the impression that memokeepers were simply supposed to observe, why was she so intent on meddling with his life?

“One sweetened mood and one prolonged sunrise, from the man in the green suit,” the bartender nodded over her shoulder before he could ask about the second drink.

Y/n bit their tongue and tried to hold back a scowl.

“Thank you.”

He picked up the sweetened mood and brought it back to Black Swan.

“You forgot your drink,” Black Swan hummed, taking her drink from Y/n.

“I didn’t get one.”

“But he bought you one,” she grinned, taking a sip.

“And if I took it I’d be opening myself up to talk to him, and I have nothing to say to him.”

They both looked over to the bar, finding the man in question talking with a man with purple hair who looked less than thrilled to be there. When Y/n turned back around, Black Swan was watching her drink swirl together– the layers becoming muddled and the vibrant colors becoming one dull shade. He could sense a coming lecture and sighed.

“You want to be a memokeeper to preserve your kind, to leave a record in the wake of your destruction so that maybe someday– if the universe comes to an end– you can be born again.”

“If you’re about to suggest repopulating my kind I’m going to leave.”

Black Swan laughed.

“No, no, that’s a decision only you can make. I’m just saying that you’ve found your purpose now, maybe it’s time to give relationships another chance.”

Y/n frowned.

Black Swan wasn’t wrong. The only reason Y/n had broken up with Aventurine was because he’d felt too dependent on the IPC agent. Aventurine had tried to comfort him by insisting he could depend on him, but that had only made things worse. Neither of them wanted to be taken care of and while Aventurine was in a position where he could take care of Y/n, even if it was only superficially, Y/n was out matched. So he’d left.

Now he just wasn’t sure what to say.

He’d been unsure of what to say for years. He’d had the same conversation with himself every night as he lay in bed, trying to find the words that explained why he left. Trying to explain what exactly ‘you’re too coddling’ actually meant beyond never letting him pay.

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Y/n felt shifting below him, nudging him awake. He buried himself into his pillow a little more, frowning at how hard it was, before prying his eyes open.

“It’s been awhile,” a groggy voice spoke from above him. 

The apprentice memokeeper sat up, groaning in pain as his back stretched out from the uncomfortably bent position he’d been in. Aventurine laughed, squeezing his hand. Y/n hadn’t even noticed that he was holding it, but he quickly pulled it back and settled his hands in his lap.

“Sorry, must’ve been really tired,” Y/n mumbled, yawning as he pressed himself back into his chair. “I’ll go get a doctor.”

Aventurine grabbed his wrist as he tried to leave.

“Can we talk?”

“You should get checked out, you’ve been out for a while.”

“It’s not like I’m hurt.”

“No,” Y/n sighed, “you were comatose. I’m getting you a doctor, then we can talk.”

He kept his word.

A few minutes after the doctor left the room, Y/n re-entered with a tray of food. He sat back in his seat and set the tray on the bed table before pulling it up to Aventurine.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Y/n said.

Aventurine nodded, staring at the food in front of him as they fell silent.

The small room was filled with the ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint sounds of footsteps outside. They were in the medical area on Penacony; Robin and Sunday were being treated in their rooms but Aventurine was stuck here.

Y/n found himself staring at the food on Aventurine’s tray as well.

“I’m sorry,” they both said. “Why are you-” they continued, stopping when they both turned to look at each other at the same time.

Y/n looked tired, and Aventurine looked a little sickly. It was almost funny that they were looking at each other in such vulnerable states. Maybe if they’d been able to see each other like this before, they wouldn’t have broken up. If they’d been able to understand that being able to protect one another was the only way they felt strong.

“I get it,” Aventurine said. “I always understood it… because I felt the same way,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he looked down to his hands in his lap.

“It was just… so hard to feel like I couldn’t do anything for you, like I was useless and maybe if we weren’t us we could have worked through it together but everything you tried to do to make things better made me feel worse.”

They fell silent again, collecting their thoughts and picking their next words.

This was the most open they’d ever been with each other.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Aventurine asked suddenly.

“I did. I’ve been trying to think of how to tell you but it felt weird.”

“Why?” Y/n looked up at him. “Did you want to tell me, I mean.”

“Because I miss you.”

Aventurine nodded, then reached for their hand. He intertwined their fingers.

“Kakavasha. That’s my name.”

A small smile tugged at Y/n’s lips.

“Kakavasha,” he brought the back of the man’s hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against the worn skin, “I think it’s a beautiful name.”

[velvetvexations]

I'm not saying the real thing doesn't happen, maybe it does often — and I just haven't seen it much because most irl trans spaces I've been to were over mostly trans fems and they usually asked us about trans masc stuff when they didn't know — but I feel like there's a possible other side to the issue of "afab trans people using their agab against trans fems" which is that online at least trans masc experiences are way too often just assumed. Both cis and trans people who don't want to listen to us love to talk about which issues we do and do not face, how we did and did not grow up and how it did or did not affect us.

So that's how you get TERFs assuming that we must have been raised to believe that girls can't do things boys can and that's why we think we aren't girls and some trans people assuming the opposite, that we got to wear and do whatever we wanted and never had to experience misogyny because our masculinity was seen as superior and encouraged.

But if you make assumptions, you will upset people whose experiences you're misrepresenting and you may get pushback from said upset people.

I think we all know how hard it is to put the transmasc experience into words in a way that doesn't imply that female/male socialization is a real and universal, so I can imagine why someone who's upset might say some things in a way that could make trans fems feel attafked and invalidated in their femininity.

There are trans mascs who weren't allowed to do or wear anything masculine whatsoever as children, there are afab trans people who were beaten for wanting to do things boys do and forced to marry and have children young, there is still systemic misogyny that affect all trans people who happen to have been born with a uterus and vagina, girls and "girls" are still more likely to be paid less for the same work and less like to be encouraged to be good at sports or math, more likely to be murdered by romantic partners etc.

I can't blame random normie trans people just living their life for not knowing how to explain all of this in a way that couldn't possibly be interpreted as radfem rethoric implying "trans fems aren't oppressed/don't know what it's truly like to be born a girl" for example in an emotionally charged situation where maybe someone told them to shut up because they don't know what it's like to experience misogyny.

The solution imo is to keep working on developing trans theory to make it more inclusive so that we can find ways to express those ideas and spread awareness in less confrontantial ways. So much time & effort is spent just pushing back against transphobia, which don't get me wrong is important but I hope we get to a point where we (trans masc & other gender diverse ppl) can just talk about our experiences and have people listen and vice versa we would enjoy reading transfeminist theory a lot more if we could expect it to be inclusive or at least not to be making up falsehoods or generalizations about our lived experiences.

But I can see why disciplining people with an overtly transphobic 4chan insult is much much easier & satisfying for people who refuse to acknowledge their shortcomings.

Honestly, I love you, and I love this analysis, but I think you're being too kind. I think at some point some people have to just...be better. I know I say a lot I think a lot of transradfems are just genuinely awful people - certainly I refuse to be swayed the ones at the top are anything else, to say nothing of the explicit tankies - but even if someone has sympathetic reasons for their transandrophobia and exorsexism, it's like, okay, yeah, we should keep trying to do better at outreach, but at the same time it's absolutely on them to stop coping with trauma by hurting people and ignoring that that is in fact what they're doing. It's not on transmasculine and non-binary people to be their therapists.

And the lengths I've seen people go to, like this very ask, to try and be as patient as possible yet still get met with immediate dismissal and readings that sound like Christian moms explaining how the names of Pokemon are Satanic codewords just boggles the mind.

Like, if I were to say "I disagree" it isn't that I think people should stop trying to be nice, I do think we should be doing what you're saying we should be doing, but at the same time it's their responsibility and can only be forgiven up to a point. No matter what they may have gone through or still go through, they have a responsibility to their fellow human beings let alone trans people to be better.

I'm for sure also not trying to say you're implying otherwise, I don't believe you were saying we should totally let them off the hook and coddle them until they stop being bigoted, but I just feel very strongly about stressing that they have to fix their hearts.

But that's also why Velvet Nation is composed of so many better activists than me. At most what I can do is bite someone's head off and maybe make some people feel like they have a supporter that's passionate enough to get that angry on their behalf. I'm not nearly as constructive as yall and that's more important than me and my woe unto the wicked thing.

[cryojackel]

X/Cody lore

[The art belongs to @willowwilberttree For making the desgin for the ref who allowed me to use it for the purpose of explaining the lore of Cody and yes i have proof of it even if its incomplete i wont complain.]

" normality felt like a curse to me, I couldn't fit in to anyone that had the slightest bit of it. I hated it, I hated how my world betray me for the smallest thing....not until I met you..Chara."-Cody

Cody was you're typical human boy who lived in his universe that was completely devoided of monsters and magic. A world similar to our own but different and hidden within the multiverse of AU's not even the most experienced travelers know it's existence, not even Ink or nightmare. Expect one....

While Cody was returning home from a rough time at school he discover a trail of blood on the walls and investigate it, when he discovered the source he found the monochrome human X-Chara bleeding out...scared...cautious. the brunette tried to help him but Chara refused to be saved by someone he doesn't know...expect Cody didn't abandoned them even from Threats and their sassy behavior, he brought them home and treated him back to health.

In response to this X-Chara had a idea to this, he saw potentially like X-Undyne did to him. To train Cody to get stronger and better than most humans. Which the young boy agreed out of excitement and joy embracing the new loyalty of his creator his "master" even.

But even then...Cody's joy can only last so long..

Name: Cody Reeves.

Age: 17/18

Born: 2000

Species: he may be a skeleton but he's been overwritten by XGASTER. His original human form is kinda gone.

Date of when discovering Chara: 2007

Parents: Ryan Reeve and Nora Reeves. Unfortunately Nora died due to a incident involving a road rage incident prior to when Cody discovered Chara.

Freinds: Adam Dakota(deceased), Rosa Bridget(deceased), Kyle Wayne (deceased) ,Cassidy Abara(deceased), X-Chara.

Gender: male

Height: 5'7

Weapons and magic

Due to be overwritten by Chara, Cody was given magic to fight XGaster though given his human body it's not able to handle it...suffering nasty side affects..

Such as nauseated sensation,blurry vision and bleeding from the eyes and mouth..

But his magic is the standard sans attacks. (Side note: he doesn't like to use magic as much)

He also posses the ability to open portals to over AU's (curiosity to nightmare)

But he has a double edge sword that's mechanical able to control the blades to move in or eject out of the handle with specific triggers on it to fight.

He also prefer to fight in hand to hand combat and is pretty good at it by personality training himself and also his former freind Cassidy.

Personal belongings:

A silver heartlocket lifted by Chara as a reward for his loyalty

Likes:

Banana bread

Wanting to be alone

X-Chara (he deeply respects him)

Endertale(his personal favorite AU)

Dislikes:

Being followed and pestered.

Ink (don't ask why....okay it's because what he's hiding to allow him to reach to XTale to rescue Chara.)

Young children being harmed (this is due to his former Rosa being with perfectionist parents, he will try to keep them company or protect as long as he can)

Rabbits...he...really...hates rabbits...any kind and willfully show it. (It's unknown if he dislikes the monster rabbit vairents) if one comes up he will spook it off or use magic to scare it away. It's not that he fears them...he really hates them due to a bad experience when he was either four or five.

Fears: EXE and not being able to save Chara..plus has fears of being alone.

nicknames: X and X-tremist (which are both codenames) mutt.(don't call him that personally...he hates that, it's mainly due to his loyalty to his creator.)

Alignment: none

strenghts: he's really durable and persistent in combat, so taking him on his going to be a hassle for most skilled fighters. He will even tank painful damage to defeat you...but he will give out if weaken enough. Very good at hand to hand combat too...and is stealthy.

Weaknesses: his emotional state is very fragile hidden under a false persona of toughness. He mainly keeps himself distant from others to keel themselves safe...arrogance is also a weakness he has is mainly due to his disregard and desperation. Overwhelming numbers is his last weakness, he can take on three people but not four to twenty people that'll Overwhelm him...if he notices this he will immediately retreat to back off.

Sexual orientation: Asexual and Aromatic (why?: he isn't always like that, he was originally Bi but due to the constant blood shed and fight he's expirence it made him very dull and doesn't seem interest in flirts and will ignore it.)

[kurt-dontcry]

(I think it's time to let him lose on tumblr)

Name: Broice Fleming

Aliases: Husky , Shadow 77-3, Killjoy (old call sign)

(NOT Hetero, Nox I'm looking at you (・_・))

Age: 28

Birthday: 4 November

Birthplace: born in Germany and grew up in the USA.

Sex: Male. Gender: cis man

Sexuality: pan

Height: 170cm

Eye color: brown, blue

Hair color: dark brown with blonde dyed tips.

What does he do?: he's a sniper a quite good one too.

Background: Broice grew up in a rather poor family, which led him to have a rather poor education.

Broice always tried to fit in with others leading him to lie about his living situation and belongings.

Example:

Student: Broice why weren't you on the class trip.

Broice: oh. I was quite sick I couldn't make it. (Truth is his family didn't have money to pay for it)

When Broice graduate fromschool he didn't know what to do. There was no money for university so he decided to join the military instead. (he admittedly got convinced/ manipulated to join because money)

(And more...⬇️)

Behavior: He's like a husky... I mean it. If he doesn't try to hide in the background then he's a drama king not in the way of wanting attention or doing things intentionally, more like Sees spider jumps on the fridge,Being unnecessarily stubborn and energetic stuff like that.... not to forget the song of his people when scared.

Also he's definitely a Mitläufer. (Person who does something despite not actually being convinced of the idea. Like being peer pressured into drinking alcohol or joining a group of bullies in hopes of not becoming a victim himself)... He's basically all over the place.

Angels: He's obsessed with Angels I mean it. He isn't really religious like at all but he still loves Angels and has quite a few tattoos of them.

Well maybe it's because he's absolutely terrified of death, having a silent panic attack everytime he goes on missions. So maybe it's just the hopes of there being something to ease his fear.

If he's so terrified why doesn't he just leave the military? And do what exactly? Work a minimum wage job and basically be homeless because he can't pay the bills?

Relationship to Kilia: Broice doesn't hate Kilia and never did.

Broice and Kilia used to be In the same unit before joining shadow company. In fact they were quite close (interpret whatever you want into that (ФωФ))

In their old unit Broice noticed that Kilia was being bullied... it was difficult not to ... everyone knew but tured a blind eye.Broice supported Kilia all the way, trying to cheer Kilia up and to help wherever he can till....Till he saw the stares he got by just simply being around Kilia. He started to get paranoid and terrified.

Broice couldn't ignore the stares and when something of his got stolen by another soldier and no one did anything just telling him to cry about it... he snapped not wanting to end up like Kilia... he joined the bullying.

He did things to Kilia he isn't proud of... he will never forget the look of betrayal on Kilia's face... Killjoy that's the call sign he earned from that a name he never wants to hear again.

He left the unit once he saw a Rookie who did nothing wrong become the new target after Kilia left, he just couldn't do it anymore.

He didn't want to join Shadow company at first, mainly to leave Kilia alone but it's difficult to say no when he meets Graves and a few shadows at a convention (which shadows that might be idk). So he joined... not telling anyone about his and Kilia's situation but he thinks some might have noticed that there is something going on based on some looks he has been getting.

[hell-drabbles]

Satan 4

Summary: When Satan came up to sweep Ra-on away from Gabriel, the first thing he saw was you smashing a glass cup into the angel's eyes.

(Apologizes to those that wanted Ra-on to be female in this AU, I will be making them male in this Embittered Companion AU. Reader is still gender neutral, so no worries there. Ra-on and Reader are separate people just so people know.)

There was barely any space of time to even breathe when Solomon's son made that deal with him. Barely any time at all for Satan to savor that first taste of his exposed skin when you ran in, grabbed the bloody Gabriel by the back of his head and smashed a glass cup right into his eyes.

Gabriel crumbled with a garbled yell. His eyes were wide open after all.

Ra-on, in Satan's arms, yelled out your name even though he was in his arms.

You smashed the angel's head against the floor, stone-faced with the exception of those tight lips and focused eyes.

Then, he felt that anger turn right towards him. Murderous, absolutely vile rage poured right down into Satan as your eyes focused right on him, on his fingers slowly tracing up and down Solomon's son's body.

While Gabriel writhed pathetically on the ground, you launched yourself at Satan. He couldn't turn away. Why would he? All anger around him gives Satan power, but there's just something delicious about it aimed at him.

He couldn't stop smiling, not even when a ceramic plate was smashed right against his nose and split his face wide open.

"Wait!" Ra-on's anger vanished as quickly as smoke, replaced with pleading eyes as he gripped your arm, "Please! Stop! He's helping us!"

"Helping you?" You growled and Ra-on curled inwards, "You're telling me this molester, groping you, was helping you? Forget it. We're running."

Molester? With the way Ra-on body reacted to his touch, would he really be called one? Well, Satan can't be really faulted. His body was simply irresistible, dressed in those ripped clothing, covered in sweat and absolutely shivering with rage and fear.

An anger born from a fierce need to protect. There really is nothing like that. As sweet as it was burning.

"Though, I really can't let Solomon's son go," Satan wiped his face, resetting his nose with a crack, "We made a deal, in exchange for your friend's life."

Besides, a human such as you can never win against an angel, no matter how dirty they may fight.

You were long out the door before Satan said anything. Gabriel managed to fish out all of those bloody bits of glass from his eyes and stood as though he was never injured in the first place.

"Huh, you didn't say a single thing," Satan noted, "Are you really that angry that a human got a one-up on you?"

Gabriel was no longer listening, nor even acknowledging Satan as a target to fight anymore. He simply sliced down the walls and chased after the both of you with a powerful beat of his wings.

"Haa, I know I should focus on just getting Solomon's son and going back to Hell but…" What is a devil to do when they see running mice? "I have to chase."

While it is a shame that he can't really take Ra-on's friend with him, his kingdom is more important than you. Well, hopefully you won't die.

[nellas-art]

9 21 and 32 for the lamb ask game? Trying to get everyone 😮‍💨

9. How or where was your lamb caught?

Apollyon was caught after she returned to her siblings murdered when she left to collect resources, more details of what happened in this ask. She didn't fight when the heretics captured her because the ones she had been fighting so hard to protect died because she wasn't there for them; her will was gone. Location wise, this happened somewhere between Anura and Darkwood.

21. Was your lamb born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on their sex at birth?

Apollyon was born female. She goes by she/they currently; she's kinda whatever about her gender like me.

32. Is your lamb merciful? Did they ever refuse to spare someone? If so, why?

It depends; for example, she spared Narinder because she saw the fear in his eyes after she usurped him and couldn't bring herself to kill him (the memory of her sister making eye-contact with Apollyon before her demise definitely swayed her to spare him).

With the Bishops however, she fucking despises them; while she does rescue them from purgatory and doesn't kill them, she puts the immortality necklaces on all of them and exiles them to survive the Lands of the Old Faith for however long Narinder was imprisoned. Apollyon sees death as an easy way out for the Bishops and is essentially like "Why should you guys get a peaceful death while I and countless others suffered and continue to suffer the consequences of your actions? You will live in the land you created and witness what you've all wrought." And should they die out there while the exile's still ongoing, she just revives them, heals them if they're catatonic/cursed and sends them right back out.