#can't wait to see what'll happen next!!

[estellardreams]

Wanted to draw a bunch of AUs together so here you go! :p

Eclipsed King Wukong @enka-antix

Shadowpeach Bio-Parents MK @kyri45

Time Travel Red Son @purble-turble

The Bearers of Unity Mei @tbouau

Cursed Macaque @winterpower98

Lovingly Led to Ruin Wukong and Macaque @artepti

Lady Bone Demon (Obviously)

Charcoal Bone King Red by me (and also og Demon King Red by purble-turble)

And Posession MK by @kitkat1003

[teddybeartoji]

bakugou hates it when you don't take good care of yourself. no matter whether he's your friend or a lover, doesn't matter if he's just your roommate, he can't stand it at all. it pisses him the fuck off.

he sees way more than he lets on, making it impossible for you to hide; when you brush past a question about whether you've eaten or not, he'll clock it immediately and when the bags under your eyes grow darker, he'll see that too. he notices the stupid things you think nobody would and it's weird to feel so seen by him.

he'll check the fridge and take note of the food that's still there, but he won't say anything – without asking whether you want it or whether you need it, he'll make you something on his own. he knows what you like and he knows what you don't like, he knows exactly what'll make your eyebrows raise up in surprise and what'll make your nose scrunch up in disgust. he'll prepare the meal and he'll give it to you with a huff.

sometimes he'll just let you eat in your own room but sometimes he'll try to lure you into the living room with him. and it's not even about him making sure that you'll finish it or anything, he just wants to eat with you. he's trying to be as gentle as he can because he realizes that a lecture would only make the matters worse; so, he'll simply put on a film he knows you'll like and he'll take his seat on the couch while waiting for you to join him. no pressure, no harsh words.

there are times where he'll be a bit more straightforward, though.

if he catches you ignoring some of his questions, about you drinking water etcetc, the likelyhood of him calling you out on it is high. he doesn't have time for that – he'll interrupt whatever you were rambling about and he'll demand an answer. silence will do, if that's all you have for him. he won't even give you a reaction, he'll just urge you to continue on with your talk while getting you a glass of water.

he gets straight to the point and there's really no point in trying to fight him.

you not dressing correctly is also something he'll immediately reprimand you for because where the hell are you going like that? no scarf on a windy day? he'll click his tongue and throw you his. no gloves during winter? he'll come back the next the with a completely new pair that he'd gotten for you. at the time, he might even chuck a pillow at you and tell you all about how he won't take care of you if you were to get sick.

and you'll laugh because you know he's lying, and he'll tut and avert his gaze.

because he knows he's lying.

oh, and he will nag about your messy room.

while cleaning it.

at first you think he's just there to mock you but then he's actually dusting your shelves and folding your clothes and taking away your dirty dishes and when you finally pull yourself together to tell him to stop, he gives you a glare that would seem harsh to a stranger, but you know better.

just let me do it.

if you try to thank him for it, he'll pretend like it never happened. like you don't have anything to thank him for, even less apologize for, because well... in his mind, you don't.

he isn't mad at you, he's just mad at the situation. this isn't laziness and he knows it, and so, he'll do his best to make it better, to make it easier for you. he'll make you something to eat and he'll clean your room and he'll bark at you for dressing too lightly and he'll let you fall asleep on his shoulder without a complaint because this is his way of letting you know that he cares for you.

[lynns-bonkle-blog]

Bionicle antagonists in 2001-2003: Literal Satan and his army of scary prawn-men. Also roombas that got woken up early and almost destroyed the island. Bionicle antagonists in 2004: Literal Satan, a crab-man and a bear I guess. Bionicle antagonists in 2005: a snake-MILF, her boring husband, like a billion spiders and Vakama. Bionicle antagonists in 2006: a man who has lost all faith in the setting's deity returning, and who battles his closest friend, who believes he is still worth saving... oh also there's a bunch of shark dudes who have their own rap theme-song, enslave people with magic paintballs, and the blue one got turned into two guys, one of whom got chained to a giant spider and merged with a sentient macguffin. Bionicle antagonists in 2007: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh some ancient sea-creature furries? Also a giant plankton, the world's stupidest cephalopod, and Literal Satan possessing a Robocop. Bionicle antagonists in 2008: remember Literal Satan? Yeah turns out there's more of his species. Some of them are vampires. Some of them are bugs. One of them is a stereotypical mad scientist, complete with an Igor-style assistant/underling. If this was a TV show you know this arc would be the Halloween special. Bionicle antagonists in 2009: fuck it, entire race of bug people. Also post-apocalyptic raiders but also kinda Ancient Rome-coded (because that's the case with the entire arc), but a whole year before Fallout: New Vegas happened. I guess. Also Literal Satan is the universe, by which I mean he's a giant robot, and God is the protagonist now. Bionicle antagonists in 2010: remember those shark guys. Uhhhh yeah this guy isn't one of them, he's just the same species, but marketing said we had to call him that because he looks the same, so uhhh he's working with Literal Satan and that puts him on the same level as the shark guys. Also [rolls dice] the scary prawn-men but laser-flavoured this time, and [spins spinner] the raiders from 2009. This is the last main arc for the next half-decade.

Bionicle antagonists in 2015: [groans, places spider jpeg on table] also skeletons I guess. Fuck it Bionicle antagonists in 2016: right so we've got vaguely-cervine hunter, his elemental monster underlings, and an in-name-only alternate version of Literal Satan. Can't wait to see what'll happen in next year's arc!

[stuffeddeer]

I'm not too sure if you write for fem! Characters or not, and I figured I'd ask since I didn't see any boundaries pinned. I saw you still write for the apothecary diaries, so do you think you could write for Suirei? Specifically an X reader. I see NOTHING about her. I miss my wife. I MISS HER SO MUCH.

Suirei's admirer | The Apothecary Diaries | Suirei x reader

not too sure if this is what you’re looking for goat but i hope it’ll suffice!!! i wrote like 3 other suirei drafts w a different plot so i might drop another suirei fic in the future if i can make any of those coherent

should i be making a boundaries post? idk what my boundaries are 😭 i'm cool w people just hitting my inbox and asking tbh! like let's find out together haha

Meeting up with the elusive court lady was your favorite part of your day. Even though you laughed, your heart fluttered just at the sight of her. The scene was out of the ordinary, a pretty girl in a pretty dress down on her knees with dirt everywhere. Not even looking back, Suirei immediately knew who was behind her.

"I don't see what's so funny about this," she speaks first, her words a response to your laughter. "You are aware I cultivate this field myself."

Unbothered by the fact that Suirei can't see it, you nod. She finally looks your direction once you kneel down beside her. It's just a quick glance; eyes flickering oh so briefly to the side before focusing back on the dirt beneath her.

Tilling the soil, it's obvious to anyone in the Outer Court that the court lady is preparing for a new crop. "What'll it be this time?"

She doesn't say anything for a moment, the soothing calm that has always existed between you two persisting once again. A second passes. "Morning glories."

"Mm," you hum. Pretty flower, if you're recalling correctly. "I'm not sure I'd call this a field. It's a hill, if anything."

"The term field is not defined by specific size requirements," Suirei sets her short hand plow down, swiping her hands quickly against each other to rid them of the dirt. “This can be both a hill and a field.”

For the first time since you’ve arrived, the court lady’s blue eyes meet yours head on. A brief glance in your direction earlier gave you a glimpse yet nothing compared to the real thing. Silently, you curse yourself for reacting, feeling your heart stutter and cheeks turn warm. “Fine. A hilled field, then,” you force out, needing a moment to remember what the two of you had even been discussing.

Suirei grabs seeds from the parchment beside her, sprinkling them into the dirt below. “I suppose I can fit more than morning glories.” The break in eye contact allows you to relax, taking a breath as you watch the seeds land.

You nod.

The court lady doesn’t look in your direction. “If you’d like,” she adds on. The addition confuses you. Like what? Is she offering to let you plant? Or— no, she’s asking you what you’d want her to plant.

Instead of just a stutter, your heart is thrumming against your chest. What do you ask for? You toy with the idea of turning her down - there's a chance the girl is asking merely out of politeness. However, Suirei was rarely someone to mince her words, every sound intentional.

“I’ve always been partial to peonies," you choose to answer. "I like that they come back every year." The court lady doesn't respond as the last of the seeds and dropped into the ground, the two of you silent as it happens.

Crumpling up the parchment that once held seeds, Suirei stands up and you quickly follow. "Peonies have such a short bloom," she seemingly chastises, as though that's the wrong choice. Something you can't enjoy for long isn't worth the hard work to maintain it.

"...You get to live with the memories as you wait for the next bloom."

It's small, barely noticeable, but there's a change in Suirei at your rebuttal. It feels as though the cool headed court lady is opening up to you for the first time, just through body language. You take the hand plow she'd been using from her grasp and follow beside her.

[growth-opportunities]

Female basketball star is surprised as she becomes increasingly shorter and curvier (Mainly bust and hair), but can't help but love it. Height to curves type story

Sometimes I miss it. I still have my old trophies, from back in the day. Nowadays people think that they're some kind of prank or that I stole them from an ex. That was really me! These stupid things cost me my scholarship! But I can't really blame them. When your star player suddenly loses three feet in height and makes up for it by growing tits bigger than a basketball, well... I had more use as a mascot than a player.

They still don't know what caused it. I'm 99% sure I cut off a witch in traffic and she decided to take her revenge. But, whatever the cause, I went from being almost seven feet tall and flat as a board to barely pushing four feet and with half of my body weight in my tits. Losing my height was probably the most frustrating thing. Not just not being able to reach things, but watching things get further and further out of my grip. I'd put something on a shelf and then wouldn't be able to find it a few weeks later because I couldn't see it that high. It was also a bizarre feeling going from looking down at my friends to meeting their eye level to, eventually, looking up at them. I used to be able to see over every crowd, but now I could barely muscle my way through them.

Growing my tits, though? That was kinda nice. Thankfully, my center of balance was actively lowering as my tits grew, so I didn't have to worry about them pulling me off my feet. It was one of those things where I kept waiting for them to stop but they didn't seem like they ever would. I'd go get myself measured, order a new bra, and outgrow it by the time it arrived, even when I passed the size to try and account for the delivery time! They just kept getting bigger! It was hard enough that I was getting shorter, but these things sticking out in front of me kept bumping into everything! I'd go to the library and have to climb up into the chair, then rest my tits on the table! I used to rely on my height and my athleticism for a sense of superiority. Now I could use my tits. Looking around a classroom and knowing I was the bustiest. It gave me a thrill when the manufacturer said that they couldn't make me a bra to my specifications; the pattern just couldn't be scaled up to fit my body anymore. If a woman made a rude comment about me, I could just press my tits against her boyfriend's crotch "on accident" just to watch her fume. I never let them do anymore than that, but I still had my fun.

There are times when I miss my basketball days, but I've mostly come to terms with it! This is just another chapter in my life. Who knows what'll happen next? Even though I'm not on the team, I still hang out with my old teammates! Tits like these really do need a whole team to handle them.

[deceasedream69]

YOU'RE SAFE

This is LONG, but I hope it's worth it lol

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, torture, SA, cursing, punches and smut (in part 2)

-

Jake woke up slowly, his neck hurted from the position. He tried moving but he couldn't, his hands were tied to the arms of a chair, and his legs too.

He breathed heavily, looking around, adjusting his eyes to the room's lighting.

A man is standing in front of him, a few feet away, leaning on a metal table. Looks like he was waiting for Jake to wake up.

Jake says nothing, waiting for the man to speak first.

- Jake Peralta

Jake's eyes were fixed on the man, he didn't know what all of this was about, confused, cold, hungry and very scared.

His chest went up and down rapidly, heavy, his hands moving under the ropes.

- you're a pain in my ass, did you know that?

Jake just shook his head.

- I've been said that before, no one really took the time to tied me up for it.

The man just laughed.

- guess I'm the first one to do something about it, huh? Let me introduce myself then. My name's John.

- ooh, right, John!

- you have no idea who I am, do you?

- not at all, no. It's hard to remember when your thoughts are tied up.

- and that's how they'll stay

- just saying, you know, this could be really easier if you just untied me and we talked like normal people.

- you know what, Peralta, imma quit playing, you're people is investigating my people, taking really good workers away from me, and for what? For them to rot away between 4 walls.

- well, I mean, it's kinda my job - Jake laughed nervously. Being a police officer meant having a lot of people against you, and just being there, practically at they're feet, was terrifying.

But what was about to come was worse.

A man entered the room, carrying y/n in his arms. She was deeply asleep, probably due to drugs.

Jake moved in the chair, trying to break from the ropes and put you safe.

But, obviously, he couldn't.

They put you over the metal table, tying your hands to some metal bars next to your hips.

The table was cold, Jake's gaze switched from your body placed over the table and the faces of the man tying you up.

You were wearing a white tank top, shorts and socks, that's it.

The weather isn't good for this, she's gonna get cold. Jake's mind was filled with panic about everything that could make you feel bad.

What are they planning on doing? Are they going to hurt her? I can't let that happen, but, I can't just sell my work.

The man leaned against the table again, covering part of your body from Jake's sight, but he could still see your face, so he'll be able to notice if you wake up.

- don't hurt her - there was rush and panic in his voice.

- you don't tell me what to do, I give the instructions here, and they've been set, so talk - he got a knife out of his pocket- or you know what'll go down.

Jake twitched even harder in his seat. Hands gripping at the chair.

Another man grabbed Jake from his shoulder and tied him from the chest, to secure him even more to the chair.

- start talking, Peralta - he made the knife dance above your cheek - I don't really want to ruin this pretty face.

- what- stop- just- what... What do you want to know?

He looked defeated, sighing heavy with disappointment, but lifted his gaze, looking directly to the man's eyes.

I opened my eyes slowly, everything felt heavy, my arms were cold, my neck and head were sore. I tried moving but I just, couldn't, everything felt so heavy and difficult.

- I- I just don't like it, ok? When you play dumb.

He slapped me.

Well, that's a way to wake up. I looked around the room, processing what was happening. I looked at Jake, he looked worried, he was tied to a chair.

The man in front of me seemed to be huge from this perspective.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to understand everything.

- I'm not! Ok? I'm not- it was an honest question, please, don't hurt her

- hurt her? Now you're making demands and still - he got behind the table - not answering what I want.

He got his knife out of the pocket and cut acrossed my arm, not too deep but if felt like hell.

I could feel the drug effects going away.

I screamed in pain and shock.

He took the knife and walked in front of Jake, putting my blood on his face.

- my team found your star worker, Thomas Johnson, they brought him to the station to question him, while being there he said some compromising things, that gave us a warrant to search his house, and that's how we found most information about the drugs. Please, hurt me instead of her, she has nothing to do with this.

- you're a cop, she's a cop, I don't give a fuck, besides, what did I tell you about giving me orders?

Another guy near the table threw a bucket of cold water at me. I really didn't want to seem weak, but hell that shit was cold.

Jake threw his head back, another guy took his head.

- look at her, look what you're causing. Keep talking and she'll have it better.

- That's how we knew where to search, the people working for you and the places you owned. My team went to get them and they all had the same things at their house, so we knew it was teamwork, but none of them seemed to be- well, the head of the operation.

The man laughed.

- of course they didn't.

Jake kept trying to move his head but the guy behind him kept moving it so he would be looking at you the whole time.

Breathing heavy, trying to ignore the cold, even tho your body was shaking like crazy, you had to keep focused.

- keep talking, god dammit, Peralta!

He slapped me again, and then punched me twice.

- STOP! Ok!! After that give tried to give them deals to keep them talking, but no one wanted to talk, so we kept investigating at the sightings, with CIs and undercover agents.

- who are the undercover agents?

- we don't have any at the moment

He got on top of the table, grabbing my neck.

- give me the names, Peralta

- I swear, the mission was cleared while we found another perspective to investigate! I swear! Please, your hurting her.

My head was dizzy with adrenaline, fear, anxiety and all sort of bad things.

The man was huge, he had his hands around my neck and he for sure was strong.

My hands kept trying to break free from the table, gasping for air, tears scaping from my eyes while I watched his face filled with anger.

- I don't believe you, Peralta, that's not good for your girl here.

- please, ok! Fine! Greenhood, Edward Greenhood, I think he goes by the name of trevor or something like that, I'm not sure, he's not exactly from my team.

He let go of my throat and I immediately gasped for air, letting it fill my lungs, it hurted so much, everything hurted.

I turned to look at Jake and he just mouthed "I'm so sorry"

The man went to the back to talk with his guys.

Jake whispered really low.

- I'm sorry, y/n, we'll be fine, I promise

I turned to look at him tiredly. Ain't hard to say that I felt drained, like shit, and like I just wanted to get this over with.

I looked at the ceiling, shivering, closed my eyes and tried to calm myself.

- you've been very helpful Jake.

He said untying me from the table.

- she's been very helpful too, gotta give her props for that.

He carried me in his arms, laying me right in front of Jake, at his feet.

Kneeling beside me, he caressed my hair, putting it behind my ear.

- now, the last thing I asked you - he lifted his eyes to look directly into Jake's, still touching my hair - I need the names of your team.

Jake swallowed hard.

The man came close to my ear, whispering.

- come on darling, tell him, ask him for help.

He sat me up, face to face with Jake. His hand strong at my neck.

- tell him how much you need him to say the names.

- Jake...

His lip quivering, his eyes watery, and his chest going up and down quickly.

- don't give him the names - I said looking directly into Jake's eyes.

He got upset, smashing me against the floor, running his hands through his hair from the anger.

I sat up, spitting blood on the floor.

He quickly grabbed me and threw me to the floor again, pulling my shorts off.

- no, please, no! - I tried pushing him.

- get off her!

- you'll talk - he said grabbing my cheeks - or I won't loose the opportunity with this pretty thing, and trust me, I'll enjoy it very much - he hooked on finger on my underwear, looking at Jake's reaction closely, licking his lips.

He undid his pants, touching under my blouse. Jake, turned his head to the side, preparing himself to talk, but the other guy quickly pushed his head to us.

- look what you're causing - he smiled viciously.

I don't remember anything after that.

- NYPD! ON THE FLOOR NOW! DROP YOUR WEAPONS, YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!

Jake sighed in relief. Turning to look at y/n with pain.

-

You woke up screaming.

- you're safe! It's okay, everything is fine! I'm Jake, I'm here!

He took my hand but I pushed it away.

- it's okay, everything's fine, you're not alone.

His voice was soft but a little loud, for me to hear over my panic attack.

He took my hand again, caressing it slowly while he made sure I was stabilizing.

I froze, my whole body, even my eyes stuck.

- you're safe here, y/n, it's me, Jake, I'm here with you. You're safe, the doctors say everything is fine, ok? Can you hear me?

I barely moved my head, signaling yes.

- that's good, that's very good, I'm glad your okay.

He kissedy head.

I turned to look at him.

- cause, if you disappear, who am I gonna bug?

I small smile appeared on my lips, I laid back down, still not fully comfortable, but already processing that I wasn't in danger anymore.

That's when everything that happened came to my mind.

I didn't- I mean, I knew it wasn't Jake's fault, but... I don't know, it was bothering me the fact that he was intact sitting next to me, trying to reassure me, after not speaking back there.

I mean, I know I told him not to say names, I don't know, everything feels wrong right now.

I move my hand away from his, rubbing my eyes, I don't even want to turn to look at him.

I stay there, frozen.

- it's okay, I know you need to rest, I'm glad you're safe now, we're safe - he gave me a kiss on the forehead and got out of the room.

[zarla-s]

Please don't take this as me being angry or trying to be rude or anything, but this ask is... baffling to me?? For a variety of reasons, haha.

Like, I don't set out to create a "fandom" around my stuff when I do things, I just do them cause I feel like it and sometimes I get lucky enough that people enjoy it and feel inspired to create or talk about it! I'm not really trying to fill a void left by one of these "fandoms" by making a new "fandom" around things I make, I'm just doing stuff.

The idea of a stockpile of interests getting too big is also bizarre to me? Like... for an example of both things, you can watch Stamp on the Ground, it's chock full of all kinds of weird obscure interests of mine I just put in there because I liked them, and I since have many many more. There isn't really a limit to how many interests you can have!

Mentioning abandoning TF2 is also very funny to me because I kind of already did that once?? When I started drawing it again in 2023 I was coming back to it, the last time I drew anything for it was 2009. Twelve years where I didn't even touch it! Starting up again was the last thing I expected and yet here I am!

Which relates to the greater point I guess which is that my interests and inspiration don't just die and disappear, they just go dormant. They're always waiting there for the right cue to wake them up, and I can never predict when it happens. TF2 is the most recent example! But Vargas is a long-running one, I take huge hiatuses from it where I don't write or draw or think about it for a long time, but it's always there in the back of my mind. I went absolutely nuts for it around 2020 and then it went back to sleep for the most part, but I still get ideas every now and then. It's not gone. It's just taking a break.

All the things I like and make stuff for are like that. There are a few I don't see myself coming back to any time soon, but then again I thought that about TF2 and now I've made the most elaborate site I've ever made for it. I can't predict these things. What'll be next? I have no idea. MGS again? StarCon2? Ace Attorney? Or maybe it'll be something new? Who knows!

And I think describing one of those "fandoms" as crumbling and dying is a bit unfair... I don't think of it like that. I mean, I started Vargas in 2003 and I last updated it in 2021 and I'm still hearing from new people that just got into it! All the stuff I've made is still "alive" in that way. I do feel guilty in that transition period between one interest and another because I feel like I'm disappointing people who followed me for that one thing though, haha. But what can you do? Gotta do my thing! Follow where my heart leads me! Not everyone's going to be along for the ride, and that's fine.

(Those of you have stuck around through all my different interests, I appreciate you deeply <3)

[ironworked]

911 season 8

Athena: other than a few moments in the premiere emergency, her story doesn't really kick off until Bobby's death, giving Angela Bassett material to shine and Athena a reset.

Bobby: so much wasted time in 8a especially, but his send-off was beautifully done and true to his character.

Maddie: Dispatch was pretty much a non-entity this season, and Maddie herself didn't have an arc, just a couple of episodes to showcase JLH's talents.

Buck: practically a season-long arc about him feeling/being alone... and no pay-off; even worse, he loses yet another thing. One has to believe this is also meant as a reboot for Buck, to move him from Little Sibling to Lead Male status, with my strong suspicion that the show agrees with Eddie's 'you make things about yourself'.

(Buck)Tommy: with that in mind, the lack of Tommy/reconciliation in late 8b makes some sense. I also wonder if renewal news or any bts negotiations with other cast member might have altered the timeline here. At any rate, a 4 month hiatus (ample time to check audience reaction to 8.06) and we had Tommy back; 1 month after 8.11 and he was back again, and again next episode. Every opportunity to close that door, and they didn't.

Chim: probably the Most Improved, in the sense that he's finally been given material to work with unrelated to Maddie.

Hen: what should've been her season-long arc (or at least until midseason) was deal with in 2 seconds, and after that they didn't give her, or Karen, much to do or set anything up for next season (unless she does rethink the captaincy) :/

Eddie: ...sigh. He could've spent the last couple seasons in a coma for all it would've changed things for him or the plot. Might have been better, even, because he wouldn't have lost the progress made wrt Shannon and his anger issues in previous seasons. Can't say I care to speculate where they're going with him, at this point.

Ravi: always glad to see him, and he's proved to be a good fit with the 118 and with Buck in particular. Hopefully he'll have more to do in s9.

Overall, lots of promise with a mostly poor execution and baffling time-management (BRAD??!!!), which isn't new but is especially egregious and hard to ignore when on top of that they go hard for the drama instead of the found family and/or lighter plots.

The actors were mostly on point, the couples were great, the Bravi friendship as well. Shout out to the new cinematographer too, because that has been unimpeachable. There's some good set-ups for s9, but who knows what'll happen with those *sigh*.

On the Bucktommy front, we're still in the will-they-won't-they until they say otherwise (we've recently had a front-row view to what it looks like when something is shot down). It's our choice whether and how we wait around for it to land on one or the other.

What I do reiterate is firstly that speculation isn't about being right, it's about having fun with the theories, and secondly and most important that I advise (WISH) that we enjoy what we have while it lasts because even beyond Minear's whims and faults, changeability and uncertainty are the nature of the beast (ongoing shows). So can we PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE stop bringing Twitter bullshit over here, paying attention to antis, and giving a platform to hateful/trolling asks?

Happy summer hiatus, everyone! and see you around for fic/art/events/etc!

[bogbees]

i think it would just be really funny if after Kakashi passed team seven's genin graduation, he was like "oh wait I've never done this before. it's sorta like leading a team as captain right?"

only he meets Iruka, who had been waiting for Naruto, and watches him interact with the three kids and goes "it's nothing like that oh crap"

and so he's late all the time bc he's been sitting in a tree outside Iruka's classroom, trying to figure out the best teaching methods. but he gets soooooo distracted by Iruka himself he forgets his intention and that he has three hellions waiting on him. Iruka's smile is so charming. Iruka's face is such a lovely shade of red when he's mad. Iruka's hands are so lovely, see how he holds the chalk, catches the stray kunai, holds that child's hand —— aaahhhh he's got places to be oh crap!

"Kakashi-sensei was really late today! I thought you said ninjas were supposed to be punctual!" Naruto shouts over his third bowl of ramen

Iruka seems to freeze, and Kakashi KNOWS he's been caught.

"He said he rescued a kitten who had gotten stuck in a tree," Sakura adds.

"And then helped an elder with her groceries," Sasuke comments.

"He was two hours late! That stuff can't take two whole hours! Not if he's as good a ninja as he says he is!"

"Ah, is that so," Iruka turns to Kakashi, smiling with his eyes crinkled, "as expected of the great copy-nin, hero of konoha."

"heroes shouldn't be late! he's supposed to be teaching us how to be heroes too!"

"ah, I'm sure Kakashi-sensei is finding it difficult to adjust to his new schedule. you're his first genin team, he's not used to it. be a little nicer."

but he catches Iruka's lovely hands flashing anbu signs to him that essentially tell him to take this seriously and stop harassing him.

Kakashi's like well fuck, now I wanna see what'll happen if i keep hanging out in that tree when I should be with team seven.

the next day he tries it, only to get accosted by Iruka's shadow clone who's like "sensei, quit doing this and go bother your genin team instead," Kakashi has instinctively stabbed the clone and it poofs. He's mildly disappointed

only to hear a child loudly ask Iruka "what are you looking at?" and sees Iruka glaring at him, "a really big and ugly bug!"

[baronmpontmercy]

He's a ranger/rogue. He's got daddy issues. He wears a silly little outfit. He's going to Hell. He has committed many crimes. He can't haggle. He's even bisexual.

He's Tristan, my pc for our Chains of Asmodeus campaign that just kicked off! Can't wait to see what'll happen next!

Bonus: he's got a very cool, very fantasy-impractical bow

[eldritch-nightmare]

heyy!! can i request LJ and Candypop ( ,,if you write for him) sharing a fem!reader? (headcanons or something else) i don’t mind <33

a/n: I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT CANDY POP WAIT omg he's one of those creepypastas that i heard about but never really looked into so. first time writing him so i hope i did him justice for you! i wasn't sure if you wanted something more lighthearted or something darker so i did my best to keep it balanced.

LJ and Candy Pop sharing a fem!reader.

warnings: my knowledge of candy pop comes from the creepypasta files wiki page so just a heads up if i get something wrong, opted to make reader a creepypasta here but it's very vague, lj and candy pop are like frenemies in this i suppose, sorta hints that the reader might've been forced into this relationship, my hand slipped and i dropped a 'good girl' in here somewhere i couldn't help myself, possessive behavior from both of them, implied unhealthy relationship.

Man, what's it like having a 7ft tall imaginary monochrome clown that terrorizes children and a 7ft tall colorful Night Terrors possessed jester be in love with you? It's probably a strange experience.

They both argue over who caught feelings for you first. LJ swears up and down that he fell for you first, but Candy Pop claims it to be love at first sight. Honestly, you've just chosen to believe that they both fell for you around the same time.

The two of them were definitely hesitant to share you, though that was more on Candy Pop's side than it was LJ's. Listen, sharing a body/soul with the literal demon king makes you a bit possessive over things, okay?

You don't particularly mind either way, to be honest. They're both a bit... much to handle at times, but you guys make it work. Like... literally. You had to plan out an entire schedule and everything because they kept bickering about how much time the other spent with you.

LJ gets you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while Candy Pop gets you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays are days you spend alone because it's always good to have some time for yourself.

Of course, they don't... follow the schedule that often. Why would they? They aren't confined to the mortal chains of schedules.

They are both equally romantic in their own right, and you won't lie, you certainly have enjoyed a few of the spontaneous dates they've taken you on. Sometimes, they'll even get together long enough to plan out an outing for all three of you. They can get along, see?

Now, we can't forget that they are both murderous entities. One is an imaginary friend turned serial killer and the other is... something. A demon? A poor possessed soul of a jester? Whatever he is, he's deadly. Shall I provide some examples?

Example one: Laughing Jack was abandoned by the one person he was created to befriend, so trust me when I tell you that he has some deeply rooted abandonment issues. He's all fun and games until there's even the slightest possibility of you leaving him. Even if someone makes an offhand remark about how you should leave him, his entire persona does a complete 180.

Suddenly, his hold on you is just a bit more tighter than it normally is, and you can feel his nails digging into your skin, threatening to draw blood. It's a subtle, silent threat of what he could do to you if you ever tried leaving him.

Example two: Candy Pop, as a whole, is somebody you have to be wary around because his mood can flip like a switch. He'll be happily humming away about some random topic one moment, and the next he's pushing you up against a nearby wall and looking at you with such a crazed look that it's almost hard to believe that this is the same person who claims to be in love with you.

He's the type to remind you of where you belong. You belong by his and LJ's side, so don't you ever forget that, okay? You really don't want to see what'll happen if you do.

In the end, though LJ and Candy Pop have a habit of bickering with each other, they'll make one hell of a team if it means keeping you in their grasp. You don't fit with anyone but them, and you don't need to fit with anyone other than them. They're the perfect match for you, and you'll come to see that sooner or later. So, all you need to do is be a good girl and stay by their side, got it?

It's Sunday. Sundays are supposed to be your day. You had plans to hang out with the other girls, maybe even play dress up with Sally if she was up for it. So, why the hell were you currently stuck in bed, sandwiched between a clown and a jester?

You have no clue because you just woke up and they were already here. Sure, you could just… wiggle your way out of bed but then they would wake up. Do they even need to sleep? They aren't mortal like you are, so sleep doesn't seem like a necessity to them. But it's not like you can just stay in bed all day either. You had things you wanted to do!

So, with a very silent sigh, you slowly start to sit up, untangling yourself from the mass of limbs trapping you to your bed. You were able to sit up with relative ease, the hard part would be crawling over either LJ or Candy Pop to get out of bed. That would be… that would be difficult.

Even if you were to try and crawl over one of them, you weren't able to because before you could even decide which one to crawl over, you were being pushed back into laying down again by Candy Pop.

You let out a small 'oof' as soon as your back hit the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" You hear LJ ask, and with one quick glance at him, you can see a slight pout on his face. It was almost enough to make you forget about the feeling of his nails gently grazing your stomach.

If he just decided to dig them into your--

"She's not going anywhere." Candy's voice murmurs directly next to your ear, effectively cutting off your train of thought. You only belatedly realize that he had buried his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your face, "Right, angel?"

Well… it seems like you're not going to be getting rid of these two today, so whatever plans you had for the day were going to have to be put on hold until next Sunday. You just hoped the two of them didn't make a habit of this.

[romancemedia]

Well that was quite the episode for X Men 97. I swear there is no telling what'll happen next with Jean and Scott's relationship from here on out. Everything has changed forever between them. It's unknown when Jean was switched with Madelyn and after everything, including saying goodbye to baby Nathan, moving on from this might just be near to impossible.

I am more intrigued than ever to see how the rest of season 1 plays out from here. I already can't wait for next week, but Why did the episode have to end things here with this!!!!

[seastar-bunny]

Secret

A/N: I finished chapter 4 of Under Deepspace and had this knocking around in my head since. Please be gentle since I have no idea what comes next! This is just my interpretation of Caleb from what little I've experienced so far. :) Spoilers for up to that point.

The sun sent tendrils of orange and gold seeping through her blinds. The sky gradually settled to lilac and its encroaching indigo, and Doe watched high in her Linkon apartment. The city below was a cacophony of neon, a wash of light from buildings and cars. She closed her eyes against it.

I waited for months, she thought. For you to walk in the door. And then you left me.

Tears slid into her hair as she stared at the ceiling. 'Just fucking like you,' she croaked. 'Caleb...'

He walked through her dreams, a step out of reach, laughing as she fought to keep pace. But she never could. He vanished into a sea of stars, and she was left with the gaping wound of his absence.

She woke, she went to work, she had her mandatory check in with Dr. Zayne. Empty for all of it, seeing him smile every time she closed her eyes.

'It's just like you to haunt me,' she said wearily, throwing her keys on the table and locking her door. 'Every moment.'

'Well that's not nice,' said a voice. Doe whirled, face draining of colour. 'C'mon, Pipsqueak. Not gonna greet your old friend?'

'You're not real,' she said quickly. Bringing her fists to her eyes she rubbed them hard, til she saw dancing lights. Squeezed them shut tight and blinked. And he was still there, perched on her bed in his pilot's uniform. He smirked and tipped his hat.

'Good to see you too,' he said, rising.

'You're dead,' she insisted. 'They said- you and grandma, they said you both- I fucking saw with my own eyes, the house exploded-'

'Doe,' he said finally, serious. 'I can't tell you what happened. Top secret. You know I would if I could. But I promise I'm alive.' He crossed to her in a couple strides, taking her face in his hands and searching her eyes. 'Y'know you're what kept me goin', right?'

She shook her head. 'Don't stay stupid shit like-'

'I mean it. The city thinks I'm dead, so what. I don't give a fuck about the city. It's you I came back for.' His eyes shone with something, a kind of peculiar agony. 'Since we were kids. I came back for you.'

'Caleb-'

'No, don't. You could've walked into that house and be in a box right now. Well I'm gonna protect you. No, don't give me any of that 'I'm a grown woman' shit. I know that. Fucking hell, you're the strongest woman I know. But I'm gonna be there. Doesn't matter what I have to fight. I'll kick Wanderers in the teeth if I gotta. Okay?'

'You should tell Zayne.'

'Zayne?' His eyes flashed. 'No. I get it Pipsqueak, I do, but I have to be your little secret for now.' He faltered. 'Said I owed you some wishes. Before. What'll it be?'

'I just want to know,' she said.

'Can't.' His hands slid to her shoulders. 'You've not been sleeping.'

'Of course I haven't.'

He grinned, boyish and lopsided. 'Aw. You worried about me.'

'I grieved you, asshole,' she said, shoving at his chest. He caught her hands and raised a brow, setting his hat down with his other hand. Smoothing a hand through his dark hair, he regarded her.

'Hm. Alright. Here's what we're gonna do. You're going to bed, and I'm gonna be here when you wake up. Deal?'

'Not good enough. Bring me breakfast, at least. And milk tea.'

'You got it, Commander.' He winked, stepping away to shed his uniform.

'Wha- hang on- hey!'

'Calm down,' he chuckled. 'I left some lounging stuff here last time. Takin' a shower and then I'll be your personal plushie.'

She shook her head, retreating to bed and turning toward the window. She felt him settle beside her a little later, kept her eyes staunchly on the scene outside. 'Did you meet a girl out there?'

It just made him laugh. It rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her back. 'You're so oblivious it's adorable,' he said. 'Doe. I've been pining after you since we were little.'

'Me, too,' she said. Rolling over to face him, she took a deep breath. 'It took thinking you were dead for me to realise. I think I was in love with you the whole time.'

He smiled, soft this time. 'Well. I'm going nowhere. Sleep. We can work things out in the morning. After breakfast in bed, of course.'

He'd have to hide, now. The thought sent a jolt through her- her secret to keep.

@feralkuromi

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XIV

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: ~ 2.3 k

About: Meeting Atsumu- not in the way you planned though >.&lt;

Part I II -> Next Part

"How would you feel about maybe going out tonight? Hinata and Kageyama will be there too. They would love to see you again, y/n!" You press the phone against your ear and listen to Yachi's cheerful voice while you get a glass of water. "I'd rather stay at home, if that's alright with you." Yachi breaths out deeply at your reply, and you embarrassedly scratch the back of your head.

"That's okay. Is it... because you're still thinking about him?" She carefully asks, and your heart skips a beat when your thoughts drift to him.

She's talking about Atsumu, who still hasn't tried to contact you after more than a month- and you still stalk his Instagram every day, kind of hoping that he'll notice you. A part of you finds yourself very pathetic for that, but you know that you'll let him go eventually. Or at least you hope that you'll be able to. You still feel a pang in your heart whenever you receive a letter addressed to "Mrs. Miya" or when you look at the diamond ring that you finally put aside in a box in your nightstand.

"A bit, yeah. But it's not because of him. I'm just a bit tired. I'll probably go to bed early today."

She hums and hesitates for a second. "If you need me, or if you need to talk about him again, you know that you can always reach out to me, 'kay?" You smile fondly at her words, her concern for you making you feel a bit more at ease, because you know she'll always be on your side. "Thank you. Have fun and say hello to Hinata and Kageyama!"

"I will!"

You both say goodbye, and then you end the call. A relaxing night with a good TV show and a facial mask sounds just perfect to you. And this also might help you to get Atsumu off your mind.

xxx

The shrill ringing sound of your phone wakes you in the middle of the night, and you're alert when you blindly reach out for the phone and see the contact's name.

Osamu Miya is calling

You remember when he had given you his card back then at Onigiri Miya's while Atsumu was using the restroom, just in case anything ever happens, and you had saved his contact without giving it much thought but never reached out to him. Why would he call you in the middle of the night?

You hesitate but finally take the call.

"Hello?"

"Y/n? It's Osamu. I know you probably don't wanna talk to me too, but can I ask for a favor?"

You're in shock when you hear his familiar voice, even more so when you hear his request. "Uhm... what favor?"

"It's about—ya know. Tsumu. He's... kinda unstable ever since ya ignored him. I wanted—" You frown at his words and can't help yourself but to interrupt him.

"Wait a second. What do you mean ignored him?"

You sit up straight in your bed, all your fatigue gone instantly. "The message he left last week? Listen, I get it, he is an idiot, and he is a little pain in the ass, I wouldn't listen to him either."

You blink confused, having no clue what he's talking about and he seems to interpret your silence as agreement.

"Forget it. Y/n, the favor. Can ya come over at Onigiri Miya's? He's drunk and dumb, and I can't do this anymore. I don't know what'll happen if he keeps up with that attitude."

You hold your breath while you listen to him, and your jaw drops at his words. "I- I don't know what to say. If you really need me, I'll come. I don't know if I can be much of a help though."

"Yes. Yes, we need ya here. Ya need a taxi? I can get ya one." He is quick to offer and you hear him sigh in relief.

"Uhm... yes, that would be good. Thanks." You hear a loud shout in the back and the sound of a shattering glass and flinch subconsciously. Osamu curses and yells something inaudible before you hear him clearly again.

"You're welcome. Thank ya for helpin' me out."

"Uhm... sure? I Shouldn't you call his girlfriend though?" Osamu yells another time and you nervously fidget with the blanket in your hands.

"His girlfriend? Wait. Ya actually met her? No wonder ya never tried to reach out. Forget that freak real quick, just come here. He can explain that whole thing to ya."

You stay silent and then nod. This might be the only way for you to find out what really happened back then. "Okay. He'll have a lot of explaining to do, though."

"Sure."

You nod and hang up the call to get off the bed, your whole body feeling electrified. You definitely wouldn't have thought that you'd meet him so soon- leave alone tonight. But thinking about how you've been feeling during these past few weeks, you know that you need this. You need to talk to Atsumu Miya, and you need to talk to him tonight.

xxx

You take a deep breath when you finally stand in front of Onigiri Miya. Not exactly how you expected your Saturday night to go, but here you are. At 2:10 am.

You hesitantly reach out for the door and pause. How will he react when he sees you? Has Osamu already told him that you'll come? How will you react when you see him? You push the door open with sweaty palms and you're met with a sight you did not expect.

Atsumu is sitting at the counter of the restaurant with Osamu standing right next to him, both of them yelling at each other and Osamu wildly gesticulating and throwing a towel. You spot two bottles of beer behind them on the counter and you're pretty sure that they are both from Atsumu. They both don't seem to notice you, still too absorbed into their fight.

The door loudly falls shut behind you and both suddenly stop yelling—not that you could even get a single word—but the sudden silence is almost awkward. They turn to you, and they both just look at you like you're a ghost, without saying anything. You wait for a few seconds, but can't stand any more awkwardness when the silence stretches longer.

"Uhm... hello?"

Atsumu suddenly gets on his feet and approaches you, and you stand there frozen when you see his red-rimmed eyes and the way he's almost stumbling while trying to reach you. Before he gets even close to you, he suddenly falls to the ground, his feet clumsily tangling with each other.

"Atsumu!" you quickly get closer and kneel next to him, concern evident in your voice, and he heavily gets on his arms and lifts his upper body just enough to look at you. You stare wide-eyed at him, your hands hesitantly reaching out for him but pausing mid-air while you look down at him.

"Y/n?" It sounds a bit slurred, and you nod with a frown.

"Yeah." You awkwardly stare at him while he clumsily takes a seat on his ass, his eyes now shining happily while he watches you. "I missed ya." You force a smile on your lips that you hope doesn't look too bitter. He pinches his eyes together, and one of his hands comes to your cheek—almost slapping you, and you flinch a bit when he leans a bit closer, the strong alcohol in his breath evident when he exhales deeply. "Ya don't look happy." He looks sad while he watches your face, and you suddenly feel tears in your eyes. "I'm... you hurt me, Atsumu." You know that he is intoxicated, and that he is in no state to give you a proper answer, but you still needed to get this off your chest.

"Hurt?" he echoes, his eyebrows furrowed while he's trying to understand your words. "Don't wanna hurt ya."

You nod and gently take his hand to remove it from your cheek and hold it. He looks kind of cute sitting there on his ass, and you simply stare at him, a part of you wanting to cry while another part wants to yell at him, but you just stay silent.

You hear someone clear his throat and look at Osamu standing behind him and watching you both attentively. "Don't wanna interrupt, but I wanna go home. I couldn't get him to leave tonight. It's gotten worse since last week. Since that message he left ya."

"What message?" You frown and direct your attention to Osamu. He raises an eyebrow and gestures towards Atsumu. "The one in which he pathetically asked ya to talk to him?"

You shake your head. "I didn't get a message from him."

"Oh." You look blankly at Osamu, and he looks blankly at you. Atsumu's hand suddenly tightens around you, and he whines cutely. "Y/n! Talk to me- yer here for me!" Osamu rolls his eyes and sighs deeply.

"I'm sorry. I was just so annoyed, couldn't stand him. It's fine if ya don't wanna give me a hand here."

"No, I can... I can help you out. What do you want me to do?" You try to ignore how your skin prickles where Atsumu starts to rub circles on the back of your hand, something that feels surprisingly way too intimate for you.

"Can ya help me get him home? I can get ya a taxi or- wait. Do you have a driver's license?"

You nod, and Osamu smiles happily. "Ya wanna drive his car then? Don't worry about the insurance, it's all good. You're officially married after all." He snorts at that and grabs Atsumu's bag to search for the keys. "It's only fair that ya get to drive his damn car then."

Your eyes go wide when you think about driving Atsumu's luxurious car, but you know that Atsumu does not live too far away, so you hesitantly nod, thinking about how nice Osamu has always been to you and how you want to help him out of this misery. And since you're already here, you can at least help him get Atsumu back.

You turn to Atsumu and try to smile as sweetly as you can. "Atsumu? Will you come with me then?" Atsumu seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him, but finally nods and grabs your hand tighter while he tries to get on his feet. Osamu is quick to come from behind and to pull on his shoulders until he's fully standing, and you raise your brows when you see Atsumu barely pulling himself together. "I'll help ya get him in the car. I need to close the store; will you manage on your own after that? You can call if you need me."

You nod wearily and watch him carry Atsumu basically to the front door, when Atsumu starts complaining. "Y/n, come with us—" he whines and grabs your hand tighter, and you actually smile a bit when he's pouting adorably. "I'm here. Don't worry."

It feels like an eternity to get Atsumu in the car when he calls for you every few seconds and wants to make sure you're still with him, but Osamu finally managed to get Atsumu on the passenger seat where he starts snoring after a few moments.

Osamu sighs and rubs his eyes. "If he's not waking up when yer at his place, ya can call me. I'll take care of him then."

You nod and take the car keys with a slight hint of nervousness. You're just glad that the streets are basically empty at this time, so it should be fine for just a few minutes of driving. And technically, you're still his wife, so this should be fine, even if you scratch it accidentally. Osamu looks at you and nods, and you grab the keys tighter. "Thank you." Osamu opens the car door for you, and you slowly get on the seat. "I really appreciate it. Yer gettin' a free meal when yer comin' to Onigiri Miya next." You softly laugh at his comment and nod. "I'll come back to that offer."

He grins and yawns tiredly. "Drive safely."

You turn on the engine, and you wave at him. "You too. See ya."

"See ya."

xxx

The ride went smoothly, and you couldn't be more thankful when you finally park the car in the spacious garage. Atsumu has simply been snoring next to you, just mumbling a few inaudible things every now and then and the streets were basically empty at this time. You exit the car and open the door on his side, softly shaking his shoulder. "Atsumu? Can you come with me? Atsumu?" You coo, trying to softly wake him up, and he finally opens his eyes, still groggy and sleepy. "Y/n?"

"Yes, it's me. Will you come with me?"

He seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him again, but he nods.

"Come here." You wrap Atsumu's arm around your shoulders and desperately pull him with you, and he finally gives in and lets you take him out of the car. "Y/n... missed ya. Yer gonna stay the night? Ya can have my bed. We can share. Share with my pretty- wife." He hiccups, and you take a deep breath to suppress your feelings. He sounds so genuine and cute, you almost want to believe his words. "Come on. We can talk about that later."

You have no idea how long it takes you to bring him to the elevator—more like drag him to the elevator—but you sigh in relief when you press the familiar number, even though the elevator has brought you so many painful memories by now. He mumbles some barely understandable words in your neck, his weight heavily resting on your body while you pull him with you as soon as the doors open.

"Come on, we're almost there."

"Hmm... coming." He lulls, following your direction, and you both finally make it around the corner—only to find someone already standing there. A familiar face that you hoped to never see again.

"You?"

[seltelm]

both of his eyebrows are white for this shot

Idk how I spotted that especially with being hella sleep deprived, but I found it amusing for some reason

Slight spoilers for what happened in the episode and what'll probably happen nexr(based on Manga)

Anyways, episode was great! Wish the KEEL arc would've lasted like one more episode but to be fair, there's not that much to work with in the sense of plot (There's not much talking or back story in this arc)

Oh well, means Endo will show up probably next episode and we'll maybe get sick Sakura next episode too🙏

Also, angry Suo did not disappoint, wish it would've been slightly more drawn out tho😔 also KIRYU THE MAN YOU ARE. Also Tsugeura being the goofball as always and Sugishita in that one scene omg ahh I can't I love seeing this all animated!!

And Kaji, omg, he kept his cool so well... Also the scene where he JUMPS INTO THE AIR AND SWINGS- LIKE WHAT?!? THAT WAS SO COOL!

Also Sakura being terrifying in his fight was great. Dude hit them once and they crumbled

Oh and Naoto:_: he's too precious, I can't- Yeah, stealing's wrong but he was backed into a corner, atleast he can admit it's wrong and admit he didn't wanna do it but the wya he talked about himself:(

Ahhh anyways, can't wait for the next episode oh and also chapter of the Manga!!

[barrenclan]

i love this comic it rocks, have an awesome hiatus and take care of yourself. cant wait to see more but until then i will be happily thinking about the comic and what'll happen next.

Thanks! I've gotten a little work done; Issue 33 is written, and the cover is drawn. But sadly I can't go back into production until I know I can uphold a schedule again.