#but my creative mind is coming back!!

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Not too sure if you're bored of these yet but have another ask.

Reader's work. Do they work at home or not? If they don't, what's the day like for hybrid Bakugou who's stuck home alone? If they do, how do they keep Baku busy every now and then while they work? Cause we all know sometimes we have to sadly get rid of distractions to get some work done, even if it's one ya want~

Finally in a writing mood!!!! Sorry for the wait my angel, thank you for your patience!!

For reader’s work, I imagine you to have a job in law (bc I do) since reader is so passionate about equality for hybrids. You spend a fair bit of time in the office, but you’re allowed to go home frequently enough to make sure Katsuki is okay.

It’s horrible leaving him by himself for long hours of the day. Your mornings usually consist of you hunting down your shoes since Katsuki hides them from you, and they often have bite marks from his mauling. You then have to encourage him to eat something before you go, because you know he’d probably nap too much or forget to eat out of anxiety rebelliousness.

Soooooo, what do you do with a pouty pup who gets anxious when you work? You give him as many toys as possible! Since living with you, you have given him so many toys that he is often spoiled for choice. Squeaky chickens, rope toys, balls, the whole works. He could spend many an hour chewing on them and gnawing holes in them.

Then of course, you have the TV. Katsuki didn’t understand it at first, barking and snarling viciously at the screen when he first settled in. But now he races to grab the remote before you can, chuffing victoriously when he clicks to a nature documentary. You can only roll your eyes playfully as he settles on the couch whilst you make his favourite breakfast of sausage and bacon butties.

He sits for hours watching the soothing waves of the ocean and its inhabitants, of lush rainforests and harsh deserts. You often hear him growl at the TV when smaller prey animals are on the screen, and you can practically feel his drool drip onto the couch. You serve him his breakfast with a gentle rub between the ears, then get ready and fight him for your shoes.

With a final goodbye kiss, your hybrid is left to his own devices. You taught him your phone number in case he needed it, but he much preferred when you called him. So he sits and waits for you to come back. He watches TV for a while, potters around the house and naps. For lunch he waits for your phone call, sitting in almost silence bar a few grunts or growls when you ask him questions. He’ll then potter to the fridge and heat up the food you left him.

You had been teaching him to cook. He was quite the natural, but he was still learning and you didn’t quite trust him to cook by himself just yet. He eats lunch, naps more and plays with his squeaky toy. If he’s lucky, FatGum video calls him with his best friend Kirishima. The two puppy-boys stare at each other as they communicate.

It was abysmal, the guilt that rotted in your tummy after leaving him alone for so long. That’s when you had the most amazing idea ever. So, you changed up your routine. Along your journey to work, you passed by FatGum’s farm.

Katsuki waited for you on the couch as you finished getting ready for work. You wandered into the living room, yet again tutting at the state of your backup shoes that Katsuki had mauled. He smirked indignantly. You shook your head.

“Kats, go get your shoes. You’re coming with me today, I have a surprise!” You told him, grabbing your jacket. Katsuki stared at you.

He would never admit the thump in his heart. Was he bad? Were you sick of him?? Were you getting rid of him?!

“Well, go on. I have to be at work soon, so hurry,” you ushered him gently. Katsuki swallowed as he stared at you. You caught on almost immediately as your gaze softened.

“I promise you Kats, it’s a really nice surprise. I’ve not lied to you before, have I? Go on, I’ll wait for you,” you promised him softly, rubbing his sandy ears.

Katsuki stood up shakily, walking to his room. He was sure you’re going to get rid of him. He prays that you would do good on your promise to love him forever. He slowly makes his way downstairs, you smiling at him gently as you held out his jacket. You fixed his collar for him, the silver tag with his name and address soothing his nerves.

You’d never get rid of him if you’re making him wear his collar.

Katsuki followed you to the car, sitting in front as he puts on his seatbelt. After doing the same, you pet his ears proudly.

“My good boy, such a good boy,” you coo. Katsuki’s tail swayed against his will, causing him to pout as you giggled. You drove the familiar way to work, but caused him to blink at the destination you stopped at.

FatGum’s farm.

You get out the car, opening his door and walked to the door. An excited series of barks akin to gunshots sounded off as a happy redhead bounced in the window. FatGum opened the door with a laugh as a streak of red bashed into Katsuki, sniffing and chuffing his best friend.

Katsuki couldn’t help his wagging tail as he sniffed his friend back, growling a little when he was caught smiling.

“I feel so bad leaving you alone during the day. So, whilst I’m at work, FatGum said you’re more than welcome to spend the day here! You’ll be helping him of course, with some work here and there but it won’t be difficult,” you explain happily.

Katsuki stared at you with wide eyes, Kiri clinging to him happily. He walked to you slowly, before resting his forehead against yours with a gentle bump. His carmine eyes were soft as they looked at you through blonde eyelashes. You felt his gratitude as you gave him a hug and bid him farewell, leaving him to play with his best friend.

[skunkes]

[raineandsky]

If you're taking requests, could I request a hero x villain thing where the villain wakes up in the hero's house, totally confused, and he tries to ambush her when she arrives with food? (She has telekinetic abilities, which helps with a lot. I imagine her house would look like the Burrow from Harry Potter - a bunch of things fixing themselves and all that.) But if you aren't taking requests, feel free to ignore this. I've got plenty of your lovely stuff to read. :)

im sorry this is so late!! thank you for the request, i enjoyed this one :)

When the villain finally regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is the scratchy blanket thrown over him. The second thing he notices, when he opens his eyes, is that the blanket is not his. Nor is the house he’s in.

It’s a world away from his home downtown—a low coffee table sits next to the little sofa he’s on, decorated with thick books that have clearly never been read and a blue vase that’s collecting more dust than flowers. The low afternoon sun streams in through wide windows and envelopes the table and chairs in the corner in a warm orange, the speckled colours of a light catcher draping over the woollen rug nearby. The villain wishes he lived in a place like this, but he’d never dream of being civilian enough to need it.

He has no recollection of getting here. Where was he last? Did he get entangled with a civilian somewhere? What the hell did he do to end up here?

The villain is so caught up in scraping his memory for a clue that he doesn’t hear the door squeaking open behind him. What he does hear is the gentle “oh, good, you’re—”

Now, panic is not a good look on a villain. But frankly, waking up in an unfamiliar home and being faced with a stranger that is approaching from behind gives the villain some instincts that’ve probably saved his life more than once.

He lurches up from the sofa with a snarl, earning a rather startled yelp from the newcomer and toppling the coffee table vase to the floor. The blanket he’d attempted to throw off in his attack has curled itself around him like a snake, and he gets no further than the back of the sofa before it trips him over.

“Oh, sorry!” the person says lightly. “That was a little more intense than I intended, but I suppose I wasn’t expecting you to leap at me either.”

The villain, trying not to let onto his embarrassment at this turn of events, glances up. A hero, one he kind of recognises, is holding a tray upside-down and looking back at him. No, actually, the tray isn’t upside-down. The villain is just on the floor.

“That won’t help you heal,” she continues with a short laugh. “Come on, lets get you back on the sofa.”

The villain goes to throw himself at her with nothing but his nails, but the blanket is wrapped around him unnaturally tight. The hero settles on the armchair opposite as it curls around his shoulders, hefting him to his feet before shoving him back onto the sofa.

“What the hell is going on?” is all the villain can think to say.

The hero smiles brightly, unbothered, and sets her tray on the coffee table between them before turning her attention to her shattered vase. “You were a little worse for wear by the time I got to you,” she offers unhelpfully. “Honestly, I was a little worried. You’ve been out for some time.”

The villain watches blankly as the vase picks itself up off the floor, hovering a few inches off the ground to meticulously piece itself back together. None of it would’ve clicked if he didn’t clock the hero staring at it like it’ll disappear the moment she looks away.

“You’re telekinetic,” he says flatly.

The hero turns back to him as the vase sets itself back on the coffee table. Its perfect presentation slips as the hero lets go of it, several pieces sliding out of formation and dropping to the table. “Maybe.”

She gives him a coy smile. The blanket still has a tight hold of him, keeping him sat on the much too comfortable sofa. The sun is moving, throwing some of her face into wild yellows that brighten her face more than a hero deserves. God, the villain hates all of this.

“You got a bad wound in your battle.” The hero gestures to her side vaguely. “You need time to recover, so I would suggest you stay here until you’re better.”

“I’d much rather be at home than trapped here with you,” the villain snaps.

“Oh.” The hero tilts her head in a way that the villain knows isn’t genuine. “Well, you shouldn’t move around too much. Do you have someone at home who can look after you?”

The bitter silence that follows brings another smug smile to her lips. “Then you’ll stay here,” she says after a moment. “My house will make sure of it.”

“Can you tell your house to lay off? Your blanket is trying to strangle me.”

The hero laughs brightly, and as she does the blanket’s vice-like grip loosens slightly. “I brought you some breakfast, by the way.” She gestures to the tray, which the villain now notices has a bowl of soup and several pieces of bread on it. “It’s proven difficult to feed someone that’s unconscious, so please do make sure you eat something.”

She gets to her feet before the villain can think of anything to dispute her. “I’m just going to clean up in the kitchen. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” She points to the tray. “I expect that to have gone down when I get back.”

With one last smile she turns on her heel and lets herself out.

The villain stares at the closed door for a moment before turning his gaze back to the steaming bowl in front of him. For god’s sake, it does smell good. He takes it in his lap, nabbing a piece of bread with him and dunking it into the soup.

The vase is slowly disintegrating, pieces dropping out of place every-so-often. The villain watches it like entertainment as he eats, but eventually it starts to get on his nerves. A quick scavenge of the hero’s drawers finds him a tiny tube of glue.

All of this is a pain in the ass. At least this gives him something to do with his hands.

[undefeatablesin]

The last of my previous Sketch Request batch! It's the Good Hunter Lilith who belongs to @spagottti ✨️ I hope I did your girl justice! Thank you for being so patient!! 🙏

[puppyeared]

save me old flipnote studio MVs.......

[cuteniaarts]

Behold, my latest and most enamouring new obsession:

Malina, Lady of the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe. As if Red Lotus child OCs weren’t niche enough

[savage-rhi]

🫂

[9w1ft]

Do you ever think how awkward and apologetic Taylor (and Karlie) must be sometimes when people get a bit out of control with the "shipping" with some of their friends, whether close or acquaintances?

yeah what a weird subject to broach especially with new friends like oh by the way i don’t want to alarm you as we walk out this door but you’re about to have about 27 strangers dedicate themselves to proving that you’re hooking up with me. hope you find that amusing. okay let’s head out thanks for dinner!!

[marymekpop]

⟢ scenes & themes: crash course in romance - hand in hand [1/4] ⟣

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Can I call you Waffle, Wafflison, Jaffle, Apple, Applison... Japple even? Choose whatever sounds nicer. Wafflison has certain umph for me :3

I may be hungry right now, heehee.

You know what, sure. I'd recommend eating when you can, though :)

[nevarran-hahren]

only took me 80 hours into DA:I but I've started coming up with a backstory for my Lavellan that I really like :)

at the beginning I wasn't going off much besides "dalish elf, warrior, want to romance Solas" lol but my brain is starting to knit together all the decisions made into a cohesive backstory for my Inquisitor.

basically, we've got Janne (pronounced "yahn-a"), a bisexual dalish elf woman. her mother was the clan's First mage, having been sent from another dalish clan that had too many mages. Janne herself was fascinated by magic but didn't have any magical talent manifest early in life, so she became a warrior/hunter. she wasn't the strongest or bravest or best fighter, but she did a lot of hunting and foraging to support the clan and was a talented leatherworker. Janne is compassionate and loyal to her loved ones nearly to a fault, with a deep openness and willingness to learn, though she can be headstrong and unable to let something go once she sets herself on a certain course.

in Janne's late 20s (she's 34 now) she fell deeply in love with her mother's mage apprentice—the clan's Second—another female elf named Maraya. Maraya was ambitious and erudite and in secret she studied ethical applications of blood magic. Janne eventually learned about this, and she tried to remain open-minded about what she was doing but still she worried about Maraya. still, she helped keep her secret from the clan—until Maraya became possessed by a demon, endangering the entire clan. heartbreakingly, Janne was forced to kill her lover, but always deeply regretted the way things turned out, thinking that there must have been some other way that she could have saved her.

when the clan (and especially her mother) later learned that Janne knew about Maraya's studies prior to the possession and had kept it secret from them, she was disgraced. clan elders had suggested exile, and while she did live away from the clan for a little while, eventually they allowed her to return to the clan on the condition that she prove herself to be trustworthy again, which was going to be a long road.

this is what leads her to unofficially attend the meeting at the Conclave as a spy. she sees it as her best opportunity to start making things right with her clan and get valuable information for them. but we all know how things went at the Conclave...

as for her later relationship with Solas, I think her experiences with her mother and with Maraya make her very open-minded to magic, even despite the tragedy that befell her lost love. his quiet intensity and level-headedness catches her attention from the beginning, and he sees her for her curiosity and openness.

[saturngalore]

hint for the next hair: be who you areeeee for your prideeeeee <3

[sunnimint]

What if Metal was just controlled by his mobian self and his entire consciousness is inside of Metal while his mobian self is basically lifeless and has little consciousness..(If he had found out about his mobian self,he would atleast tell him that he is having a fine life and wouldn't want Sonic to discover)

Very interesting concept!!! In this case, it would imply that Eggman sought out a mobian- who is LOYAL to Eggman, blackmail or coercion wouldn't work- to transfer the mobian's consciousness into the killing machine that is Metal.

I feel like, at this point, it wouldn't be Metal. At least, not the one we're familiar with. Because the Metal in this situation is a mobian. A mobian who is already aware he's sentient and has the capacity to feel emotions right from the beginning. He's also aware he's NOT Sonic, which is essential to his character too (Unless there's some brainwashing involved, which is a whole different story).

Part of the reason why I like writing Metal so much is because of the endless possibilities you can write about HOW he becomes self-aware and learns how much emotions can bring him both joy and pain. Not to mention the identity crisis Metal has because he thinks he's the real Sonic, but very aware that he's not, in a way (like the one iconic scene from Sonic IDW where Metal touches the metal virus and sees that he's not affected by it like how Sonic is).

[cleargreyskies]

7 months, 7 days, and I have finished campaign 2 of Critical Role.

[fingertipsmp3]

Also I can’t figure out if my life genuinely does suck or I’m just having an existential crisis because my period starts in approximately 48 hours

[wonpiltual]

I NEED A FUCKING HOBBY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!