#could have done the rant about a lotta thing

[dapper-lil-arts]

and somehow, that only makes her fall in love more

[butmakeitgayblog]

I think your understanding of canon Clexa and their characterization/dynamics is really spot on, which makes me really excited to read your canon story. The ask about canon Clarke being Loud made me wonder what your take would be on how their first time went? It’s obviously a scene that’s been written in fanfic a ton but since you seem to be against the typical “heda got fucked into a nap” narrative I’d love to know what the version of events is in your head?

Oh no, I do believe Lexa got fucked into a nap 😂

I just don't believe that was all that happened, nor that it happened the way a lot of people think 👀

Sorry in advance for the rant.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't agree with some people's fandom interpretation of Lexa being this ultimately hesitant/demure or reserved person. At least not when it comes to how she expresses herself romantically. Now, I'm not shitting on the people who do see her like that and have written her like that for canon by any means because it's certainly understandable given the way she carries herself overall. I do get it.

But to me at least, Lexa is not a reserved person. Not when she's interested in someone. Not romantically, and certainly not physically.

From the very second she decided she was going to go for what she wanted with Clarke - when she decided to be honest and active about her feelings - what did she do? How did she behave?

Well. She took the reins and kissed Clarke exactly how she'd been wanting to kiss her for days

She took command and pushed into the feel of it and chased Clarke's lips to stretch the moment as long as she could

Yes she backed off when Clarke pulled away and said not yet, but that doesn't negate the fact that she very much did exactly what she wanted to do. That doesn't negate the fact that Lexa slipped her hand through Clarke's hair and tugged her in by the neck and kissed the living shit out of her simply because she wanted to.

Now here's where things get jumbled up imo and where people kind of... lose sight of Lexa for who she is. Because after this comes the mountain and then the subsequent betrayal, and after that Lexa is left hanging in this weird love/hate limbo (Clarke's, not hers. Obviously.) Was Lexa reserved during that time? Yes. Because she was trying to be respectful. She assumed Clarked hated her and would probably never forgive her. She felt she'd already done enough damage to ruin any hope for a relationship between them, so all that was left was to be respectful and love Clarke from afar. (That's glossing over many instances of Lexa still, STILL, showing her affections outright i.e. touching her when Emerson charged at her, the vow, showing up to Clarke's room dressed like a harlot a relaxed woman who just happened to like showing a whole lotta leg. You get it)

Which brings us to the afternoon Clarke was going to leave, and my God the girl was devastated. She was holding it together because that's what Lexa's does. Because Lexa was used to losing everyone she ever cared about. That's just how her life went. But also she was trying her best to keep it all together for Clarke's sake. To not make the decision of going back to Arkadia any harder for her than she knew it already was.

But even then, even in her facade of strength for both of their sake, Lexa still gave in and showed Clarke the crack in her armor. Lexa was methodical in everything shw did, and yet still she let slip, "That's why I...". Because she knew. She knew Clarke would understand what she was saying even when she wasn't ready to actually hear it. She let it "slip" because if that was going to be the last time they were together, she needed to at least know that she'd put it out there. That Clarke could carry that with her forever, if she chose to.

And then Clarke fucking kissed her.

Not once, but twice. Lexa gave her a chance to pull and think it over because of how shaky everything still was, but then Clarke leaned in and kissed her again.

And Lexa didn't hesitate again for one goddamn second after that.

Instead she kissed Clarke deeper than she'd kissed her before. Ran nervous hands all over her and caressed at her wherever she could.

She held Clarke close and actually tasted her with all the hunger she'd been pushing down for weeks (whew, thank you Alycia😮‍💨🫦).

She quite literally took Clarke's hands and tugged her to her bed. Like??? Heda really said through body language "oh we are going to fuck" (but... sweeter)

Yes she was patient and gave Clarke a chance to say no because, again, she was still very aware of how tenuous this seeming forgiveness probably was in Clarke's eyes. But that doesn't change the fact that she made it clear what she wanted. She put her affection and her yearning - all of her vulnerability right out there for Clarke to take or leave, and she did it in way that there was no mistaking exactly what she was asking for.

But Clarke didn't pull away, and what did Lexa do?

She grabbed her again. She pushed their intimacy forward again. She tugged Clarke down to the bed and not only gave herself to Clarke, but also took everything she had wanted.

So you see, Lexa was never passive in her expressions of attraction toward Clarke. She was never truly hesitant when it came to physically going for what she wanted when it came to wanting to be intimate with her. She kissed Clarke and she touched Clarke and she reached out for her time and again without shame, only stopping herself when Clarke put a stop to things because Lexa would never take something Clarke didn't openly give.

Which makes me believe Lexa would've been even less reserved when she was finally, finally, allowed to do all the things she'd yearned for. Yes she'd given Clarke the control to begin with because they both needed that kind of reassurance in their intimacy, but afterward? When it was Lexa's turn to show Clarke exactly how much she wanted her?

I believe Lexa would've been exactly who she always was when it came to being in love: giving and expressive, unabashed in her naked want. I think she would've kissed Clarke until their mouths ached and tasted every drop Clarke had to give. I think she would've begged Clarke to moan for her just so she could have those memories of making her lose control to keep with her forever. I think she would've fucked Clarke like it was their first and last time all rolled into one, because as far Lexa knew, that's exactly what it was. I think she would've teased her just to see Clarke smile and then teased her just to hear her whine. I think she would've done everything to stretch the afternoon out even while knowing they were racing against the clock. And I don't think she would've felt hesitant about any of it. Not about giving herself entirely to Clarke, both dominantly and submissively.

Cuz yeah Miss Lexa was a very happy camper after round one

But she sure as hell still wasn't shy about having her own turn

[pinkydee10]

On the hate Puppet train let's also not forget she's also the one who put the heat on Nexus and Eclipse to bring back Solar, that while Nexus's family told him they wouldn't blame him if he couldn't bring Solar back and they'd be okay if he couldn't, Puppet's the one in Nexus's face like "how are you bringing him back? find a solution" and "you're going to bring him back", same with Eclipse And Puppet slowed Solar's reconstruction in the machine to keep Eclipse there too

I almost completely forgot about that!

Sure Sun brought up bringing Solar back once or twice but it was always to comfort Nexus. And he wasn’t even putting pressure on him. “We can bring him back.”

Puppet? It was “Bring him back for me” like she has anything to do with this

Sure, if it wasn’t for Puppet, Eclipse might’ve not considered bringing Solar back. But 1; Frank did almost the exact same thing soon after Puppet. And 2; Eclipse started his friendship with Earth soon afterwards so even if Puppet didn’t do squat, Eclipse most likely would’ve done it anyway.

Eclipse even said it himself he just wanted to prove superiority to Moon.

Also, if Puppet forced Eclipse to work with Monty, why couldn’t she have forced Nexus and Eclipse to work together? Would’ve solved a whole lotta problems since Eclipse was already deep in his “they wouldn’t believe me” mindset.

And don’t get me started on how Puppet prevented Eclipse from completing the very thing she originally badgered him to do because she needed his help to fix a situation she caused.

“Oh but Gemini said it would be ok!” Puppet, you’ve said yourself that you have weird inter-dimensional powers. Even if you didn’t, anyone with half a brain could tell you something is going to go wrong. Pretty sure both Monty and Moon were skeptical but you were oh so confident on how your old dimension had to be the one you dumped a load of negative star power in

It wasn’t even fully dead! It was just in shambles! From what we’ve heard about dead dimensions before, this was clearly one where it was on its way to destruction. It’s like when corrupt doctors mark a still alive patient for organ harvesting

*inhale* Thank you for this rant tangent!

[saintsir4n]

EXPLOSION

BRIAN was trying to help Letty. When everyone found out, it didn't go down well. Dom thought it was a lie at first and it ended up in a fight that Carson had to stop. Their feud was cut short when they had to get shit done. Braga kept gunning for them. Dom got shot, well grazed but that didn't stop Mia and Keelie from fussing over him. Carson grilled him and ranted about wearing a bulletproof vest but he was in too much pain to listen.

The days were getting more dangerous.

Carson fought one of Braga's men alongside Brian who was almost taken out and it terrified her. First Dom and now Brian could've been next. Every time she tried thinking about anything else she was reminded of what happened to Jesse.

Fuck.

She walked past the garage filled with the guys. They saw the worry on her face but she ignored them all.

Keelie begrudgingly let Brian follow her into the kitchen.

"You okay?" he asked, seeing her lean against the counter, staring out the window.

She sighed, turning around to face him, "You can't seem to stay away can you?"

"I wanted to check on you," he explained, readjusting his hoodie.

"So you and Dom made up?" she deflected.

A smile briefly graced his face, "I guess."

"Like some married couple," she muttered, fumbling with her hands.

"You did always say we had a bromance," he said, coming closer.

She hummed, "Got that right."

"You get a lotta things right."

She frowned, "No, no I didn't." I was wrong about you. That went without saying.

"You didn't answer my question," he pressed, worried about her.

"Why do you care if I'm okay?" Her face scrunched up, "It's been years Brian."

"Yeah, it has. But I haven't stopped caring. when you left town I was a mess. In Miami, I begged Suki to tell me where you were, just to see if you were okay," he now towered over her, caging her in against the counter like he did all those years ago. Brian knew what he was doing and she couldn't help but let it happen. "I haven't stopped caring about you because I haven't stopped loving you."

Tears pooled in her brown pools, "Don't say that."

His hands reached to cup her cheeks, "You love me too. I know you're still in love with me, and If you weren't, you would've let me take that bullet today. You didn't. You saved me when one of Braga's men tried taking me out." He could've died today. They both could've died today. Every second counted, every moment mattered. And he couldn't allow her to slip through his fingers like she did before. He needed her. "Just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore, Sonny."

"I told you what I'd do if you called me that," she mumbled, leaning into his touch.

"Want me to go and get my badge?" She couldn't help but laugh at that. "I think it's in the middle of some Ocean. I don't know."

"Really?" She asked quietly, heart beating out of her chest as their fronts pressed against each other.

"Should've seen me throw that thing like some pitcher for the mets," he kept joking.

Carson tried hiding her smile, but he could see straight through her.

"You've aged, you know that, right?" It was her turn to joke, but they both knew she was being serious.

His hair was shorter than ever. A few lines creased his forehead. But to her, he still looked fine as hell. After all, he was 30.

"Yeah, you haven't," he smiled, shocked that she still looked the same after 5 years.

"Obviously," She paused, "Your eyes have stayed the same. Still beady and shit."

"Beady?" he grinned, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks, "I thought you said I was a pretty boy."

"Maybe."

"Maybe, huh?" he was leaning in, closer and closer. "We're pretty people."

"We are."

"Especially you," he whispered, tipping her head up, so their lips almost touched.

"You got that right," she murmured, "but there's something you need to know," he nodded, trailing his hands over her arms and down to the hem of her shirt. "You know that present you got me, the ornament thing? I dashed it out the window when I left LA."

Her confession didn't stop him from pulling off his hoodie.

"I'll get you another one," he promised, kicking the door shut and dragging a chair under the handle.

She gasped when returned to her and his lips peppered over her neck, “You’ll get me another one?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna get me more?” She panted, letting him lift up her shirt.

“And more,” he nodded, pulling his shirt over his head, “and more and more.”

Her arms finally snaked around his shoulder, pulling him into a feverish kiss that both of them had been waiting for, yearning for. Years of love, hatred and wanting poured between them. It was hot and sloppy and they didn't stop. They couldn't stop.

Clothes dropped to the floor, and shoes were kicked to the side before he picked her up and set her on the counter, grinding against her.

"Fuck," she moaned when his fingers moved to pleasure her, nipping at her thighs and pushing aside her thong. She whimpered at his touch. He didn't care for silencing her. He wanted to hear more. She shifted forwards at the feeling of him pinching her clit. "God, don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," His eyes hooded when her back arched, letting a finger slip through her core. His pace sped up, drawing more delicious noises from her lips. "Look at me," his demand forced her fluttering eyes open, "That's it, look at me," he added another finger, basking in the arousal dripping between her thighs.

"More," she pleaded.

"More?" His mocked, pulling his hand away. Whining, she pouted with glossy eyes. "You'll get what you want, baby."

The pet name swelled her heart.

But the sight of him pulling down his boxers and feeling of him unclipping her bra made her spread her shaky legs.

Brian couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Look at me like that, and I'll have the whole house hearing us."

"It's too late for that, Sonny," he chuckled, pulling her in for another kiss, moaning against her lips when she reached for his dick and lined him up against her, "You don't know what you do to me." With one deep thrust, she whimpered, and he grunted against her. "You're so beautiful. Fuck I love you," Words spewed out of his mouth before he could think. "So tight," he didn't pick up the pace, he was slow and passionate.

Her nails dug into his back as his head dropped into the crook of her neck, sucking and nipping against her skin.

His hands hooked around her thighs and angled her up, making his movements deeper. He couldn't stop, her moans fuelled him.

"Baby," he rasped, voice thick and breathy, it managed to turn her on even more, "You're close," he could feel it. "Let go," his thrusts were getting sloppier.

A minute passed and the pair were a panting mess, Brian had spilt into her without regret. Cresent-shaped marks dotted around his back and bruises scattered over her chest and neck.

"Claiming your territory huh?" she jested, to which he laughed at. "I love you," she admitted for the first time, taking him by surprise. "I'm still in love with you."

Their lips met once again in a gentle kiss.

"I love you," he repeated over and over again.

And just when he was about to clean her up, the door rattled, but the chair prevented whoever was in the other side from opening it.

"If I see a white ass or pale cheek when I get in, someone is getting shot," they heard Keelie scream, making them both laugh.

a/n:

sometimes when i write smut i cringe myself out but tell me your thoughts on sonny and brian making up.

[e-adlirez]

An Independent Callout Update

Hi everybody, this is uh, this is exactly what it says on the tin, and I figured I'd make one.

Last you saw me I was offering some appreciation for some funni Tumblr art, and sharing a project long-ish in the making (it was like two months it's not that long). I figured y'know, maybe we can let sleeping dogs lie, maybe I can work on other things and maybe take a br--

NOPE JUST KIDDING someone's still up and about and still trying to prove himself somewhere in the blameless route. I've genuinely never seen someone make this many backflips to make them look innocent since Grace Chastity, which is an accomplishment, by the way! Not a good one by any means, but an accomplishment nonetheless!

Let's dive into it, shall we?

Here we have a Cadillac trying to claim that he was hacked. As you can see, he's failed miserably at trying to ping @2deadkat, @ratonahat and @bloombirdreads, in an attempt to call for help. He's failing to ping them because they blocked his ass a whiiiillleeeee ago. And of course, the "it wasn't his fault, it was someone else acting in my name!" excuse! This is peak "I can't be having impure thoughts! This is the other guy's fault for making me horny!" Cadillac is there something you wish to confess in front of the class?

Two holes in his excuse:

One, you didn't seem to have any issues when you were trying to convince me into thinking that you were trying even the tiniest modicum of owning up to your mistakes (which I have screenshotted here in case you think you can delete them and say I can't prove anything). It was really more of a "I'm changed in literally 2 days, I'm not like that anymore!", which is about as believable as falling into a black hole and coming out alive. In other words, not at all. Even less believable since your writing style doesn't seem to have changed from your older posts to your newer posts, hm....

Two, Cadillac, even if you were telling the truth and got hacked, how did you not notice? Getting your account hacked is a very big deal! You could lose personal information, get doxxed, have your account become a mouthpiece for scams, and that's only the half of it! How did you only notice this just now, on December 22nd of 2023? This is a big affront to your internet safety! It would be impossible!

And if you want to say this is a recent development, then uh, buddy, I have some news for you.

Here I have a screenshot from one of my personal Discords, and so far it's the earliest secondary record I have of Cadillac's shenaniganery.

And you can tell it's really early because a reply to the mini-rant around the same day mentions this funny little detail:

This was back when Cadillac had only made two shirtless G posts on his blog. From July 26th, 2023 to December 22nd, 2023-- that's a five-month time period! Almost half a year of not realizing that you've been hacked! And the strangest thing is you haven't changed a bit before or after! This hacker must've done a very good job making your posts sound like your own by extrapolating your internet personality from-- and I counted-- eight bare-bones posts, hm? /sarcastic

Well okay, remember how I said Cadillac's been very consistent this whole time? Well, I lied. There's Cadillac's most recent post as well:

Dear me, you're sounding awfully mature and respectful here! Is this a miracle? Could you possibly have actually been hacked and the person behind the screen is actually a decent person all alo--

OOP I GUESS NOT!

Buddy, I didn't even need to pull up GPTZero for this, you were sounding so corporate and so fake it wasn't even a contest. You ain't slick, Cadillac, not slick at all.

And for the record, I plugged my entries in the callout post in there too because why not

Yep, a lotta hooman to go around with me, Cadillac. This one in I'm writing right now took about an hour :D Whether or not it's because of having to find sources or just to find a good way to say what I want to, I'll leave that for everyone else to decide.

Anyway, this is your Cadillac callout update, goodnight tristate area.

Yes Cadillac you can bet your ass that the only reason anyone would ever be unblocking you would be for no other reason but this: making callouts that aren't going any time soon. I will admit, one flaw in my original post was the fact that I hyperlinked more than I screenshotted, giving you an opportunity to wipe the evidence. Well, you've got nowhere to hide now, Cadillac. I've caught you in 4K, and these posts aren't going anywhere.

[daryldixonsjizzrag]

An angsty little drabble ab my oc bc I'm feeling depressed as fuck 👍 (send help I'm literally sleeping in my school clothes so that I don't have to get dressed tomorrow morning)

Warnings: prior drug use (heroin), prior self-harm, a whole lotta angst, really crappy writing that's meant to be read slowly, daryl being season 1-3 teenage angst daryl at the start

Pairing: Daryl Dixon and Original female character (my girl Tallulah :) )

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

"What the fuck is this?" Daryl stormed into Tallulah's room from her bathroom, holding up a needle and bloody bandages. "I was just tryna take a piss and I see these!" He shoved them closer to her, eyeing down the track marks on her forearm. No wonder she's been wearing long sleeves lately.

"It's not your business" She said quietly. She knew he'd find them, not that she intended for him to. She was in a near catatonic state as his voice drowned out into the background, merging with all the other sounds, like the air conditioner whirring for example.

"But it is. Tell me what you did." He pushed, clearly pissed. Breaking out in a sweat, Tallulah turned the air conditioner up. She felt so numb that even crying didn't feel like an option.

"Isn't it obvious? I shot my veins with heroin and took a blade to my arm. It's the usual. You already know I've done it before. Fuck, you've seen the scars and track marks. I don't even know why you're surprised" She ranted, biting her cheek when she finished. "Now just chuck those away. I don't wanna see em"

"When did ya do it?" He asked, a softer side coming on. The question made that pit form in her stomach, the one she felt like she could fall in. The one that made her feel a little too human for comfort.

She bit her lip and huffed her answer. "Last night." She was being blunt, but at least she was honest. A tear threatened to fall. If only she could just push it back into her eye, but that was impossible. She made herself smaller, tucking her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees.

Daryl noticed and tossed the used needle and bandages in the bin. "Why?" He asked gently, gliding his hand by her lower back. He hated touch, but he knew she needed it.

"... because I missed it" She murmured. He never really understood, but he had experience with marijuana. He understood the feeling, in his own way.

The silence afterwards wasn't particularly comfortable nor awkward, but it wasn't very inviting either. All she could do was hope that this didn't change things. Being honest was the best choice, so she spoke up.

"Can you tell Rick? I just... feel like he should know..." She said, her voice hardly even a murmur. She studied and watched her fingers, wondering how they moved and how she could do whatever she wanted with them, feeling detached.

"Yeah, I can. You uhh... need anything?" He asked awkwardly, holding the edge of the bed where the seam of the mattress was as he adjusted himself.

"Just some water. My mouth is dry" She knew why it was dry. Of course, the drugs, but her smoking had gone completely out of control. Only she kept it secretive, not wanting to hurt Carl or Sophia, or anyone else for that matter.

"Sure."

More deathly silence filled when he left with the trash can that contained the needle and bandages. She didn't know what to think. She was, of course, sad, but in a way she felt embarrassed.

Daryls footsteps entered the room, and he had some tap water in a glass. "Sorry it doesn't have any ice" He apologised, though there was no need to.

"Don't worry about it" Tallulah noted, taking the glass of water and spilling a little in the process. She stared at the puddle, processing what happened for a moment before she drank, her head going a little too far back, making water dribble from the corners of her mouth and onto her shirt.

She felt the need to apologise, but didn't anyway. It wasn't needed. She handed him the glass and layed down, sprawled out on the bed. The hangover was horrible. The pounding headache, the sickness, the hot flushes, everything about it made her want to die, in a mostly figurative sense.

"I'll go" Daryl made way for the door, hesitating about a yard away from it. He forced himself to leave, ignoring the pull she had on his heartstrings, not wanting to bother her. He knew he'd come back later, though. That was inevitable.

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

at some point im gonna doodle Band AU Shadow and Maria in the sweaters like goddamn i really love how you characterized them the trans chapter still makes me tear up, I like how you rolled with the idea of sexual dimorphism between female and male hedgehog Mobians too tbh, did any of that originate from Amy's old design by chance? How she had once had her quills spiked up but later it was changed to them being slicked down? (Personally I like the echidna-hedgie hybrid theory for her but your take on it is really neat!)

I also just love how you've characterized them all. I'm gonna be ranting a bunch and it's gonna be confusing a lil but like pls stay with me i just have the Big 'Tism so my brain go hugvyfcrytjkn

I enjoy having the whole thing be very plotless tbh, there's not enough of that in fics imo and it's the exact stuff I need a lot and I love that. I don't ever really feel anxious that, say, Maria is gonna suddenly die or some shit like that, or that some cataclysmic event is gonna suddenly happen. I like that, I've needed a lotta that honestly. I just love how you've written it so much,,

I am still curious about Shadow's past, though. Was he still genetically engineered? Is he still part-alien??? Does Chaos Energy even properly exist??? Is Gerald just A Guy who is a scientist and actually succeeded at what he'd wanted to do???? Seeing as it seems his "backstory" never properly happened, and they're in modern times, I presume Gerald would be still alive or something. Is Eggman there too???? /Is there potential that younger-Eggman exists and he's like a weird internet troll to the band or something????/ Perhaps jealous that his cousin gets to meet the "cool guys" and there's a very small and non-dramatic plot of Tails being like "ugh this guy again" and Maria's like "oh yeah thats my cousin!" and everyone's like "WHAT????"

There's just so much to explore with such a domestic take on these characters honestly, and I really love that. It explores parts of their characters that often don't get touched often due to how much they're always fighting or dealing with drama. It allows dynamics to be explored that are never really toyed with in canon. Adapting various pieces of the characters to a more laid-back setting is genuinely REALLY fun and you've done it so well I just,,, wawUUUGH,,,

I'm so interested to see what goes on with Knuckles too, since his whole story is seemingly so fantastical yet so easy to adapt to a more mature and "realistic" setting. Does he simply come from a culture that's often overlooked in this world? Is his inner compass about protecting his family name? Is he actually the last echidna in this world or are echidnas moreso simply a group that are marginalized in some way? I almost feel like him being someone who's struggled through, like, immigrant struggles would almost be a really interesting take on him as a character. He's quiet about who he is, where he's from, often keeping to himself, it's why he doesn't sing on his own and why he often is seemingly just... There. But Amy knows, she's one of the only ones who does know.

And maybe if Shadow still shares that "being made in a lab" past as his canon self, perhaps he and Knuckles could end up being friends if Shadow were to learn about his past. They could relate to one another's feelings of not belonging where they are, yet having strong drives to defend WHO they are.

(I've been reading a lot of immigrant poetry recently for class and because, despite not sharing those experiences, I still always feel like I relate to the general themes of them. I dunno why, but I always imagine Knuckles being the type to write stuff like that himself, since his whole story draws a lot from very real and serious sorts of topics that can be related to some of those real-life issues. I really like that about him, how it always seems that his story is taken VERY seriously and not downplayed. That's why I liked him in Frontiers, and why I know many liked him in Sonic 2. Just mentioning this all because that's my inspiration for even coming up with this idea)

Again I absolutely do not wanna seem like im hijacking your story! I just wanted to rant about characters because hmmmmng,,, you write them so well and give me many idea and I love that,,

damn you put so much more thought into this au than i did LMAO

ummm okay i'll take these one by one

first: the trans chapter, that is ABSOLUTELY what i wanted to do and i'm so glad someone picked up on it. I think male hedgehog mobians have their quills spiked up while female hedgehogs tend to have them drip down. That's why Sonic pre-transition tied up his quills! However, I do think Amy fucks with her presentation a bit in that sense, she still spikes up her quills (though i think, similarly to how there are short haircuts that are deemed femenine by humans, the same thing could apply to hedgehog mobians and their quills)

about it being plotless... aha. haha. im gonna be honest. i love drama. there WILL be some dramatic event, and there’s gonna be drama, but it's not gonna be sudden. i'll be sure to have enough build up so it hurts a little less. a little. but its gonna take a while. so dont worry about it :)

OKAY shadow's past. okay. yeah so. okay. everything is like a lot more normal and domestic than in canon, so the whole magic and powers aspect is... altered. similarly to how it is in pirate au, the characters still have some trait thats similar to their powers/abilities in regular canon (sonic raced in highschool and regularly goes on runs, for example). I think Chaos Energy and the chaos emeralds and all that stuff is the equivalent they'd have of mythology. some people believe it, some people don't. "chaos and the emeralds" is a name that came to sonic based on one of those myths.

so... about shadow. gerald is dead. old age. i'm gonna try to explore shadow's past on later chapters so i'll keep it to: shadow was adopted by and raised by gerald until the doctor died, leaving shadow in charge of finishing raising maria. (and also, i didnt take eggman in consideration for this au because... implications. but it would be funny if he was just maria's annoying cousin that both of them can't stand)

and about knuckles! yeah, it's pretty much the former! it'd be interesting if he was an immigrant or someone from an overlooked culture. and no he is definitely not the last of his kind but i do think where the gang leaves it's not THAT common to see echidnas. i don’t think i'll touch much on that because... well i'm very much white and very much live in my birth country so i am deeply unqualafied to write about immigrant struggles, but that's definitely the direction i'd love to go to for knuckles. also you didnt ask this but he's like a big brother figure to amy, they were childhood friends

i actually hadn't thought about most of the things you asked, and this helped me do some worldbuilding, so thanks a lot for the questions!!!

[1-talk-alot]

ThereIsABombAboutToBlowItllDefinitelyRuinTheShowPleaseLeaveBeforeItsTooLateIfYouStayYoullSurelyMeetYourFate(StopDancingImNotSpeakingInCodeTheresABombAndItsGonnaExplode) anyways!

I’m gonna it’s my friends again and my opinions on them and what’s changed! (Wooo wooo hurrah bravo)

Bullet points because I like bullet points

M - I had to start with this because it’s like the main topic of this blog most days (aside from me) and like. Look I can’t ignore the shit theyve done ok and I can’t say that I like them now but I will say that I miss them from before. I think like mid-last year was better and when I think of them on my own I can only remember running across the playground hand in hand in the rain or literally cackling over a doodle of Kirby with stick arms in English class or sneaking out of last period a little early together or goofing around in my own kitchen attempting a paper mache volcano and then I feel like a shitty friend for everything I said about them but they both hold true. We’re not the same as how we used to be to eachother and im always going to miss how we were no matter what, and again I’m not saying I like them, im saying I miss them, but I can’t like them for who they became

C - oh my goddd where do I start ok: they used to be like that person who you could always count on to have the bestttt insight advice or just reason. They were always so cool and so admirable (again not in the pervert way) They were always the most logical and just right with their opinions which is why I cannot believe how things have turned. I’m not gonna lost what they did because you (the only one person who I’m expecting to read this) already did like yesterday or the day before idr but holy shit. It’s so fucked up and I can’t imagine how it looks in their head because they have to know what they did wasn’t ok??? I find it hard to believe their oblivious to the fact because they’ve always been the most confrontational voice of reason, they always knew when something was or wasn’t acceptable and they always phrased it perfectly so it’s impossible that they don’t know how fucked up what they’ve done is right??? Im very briefly skimming how I feel about this but yeah thats the basics ig

A - there are two people who’s name starts with A, so to distinguish, I’m talking about the one who also likes to refer to themselves as Bruce Wayne as an inside joke: I have nothing bad to say about this person and nothing has changed I just wanted the excuse to say how cool they are. They’ve got like the best moral compass in the world and theyre so easy to talk to in the way that they can carry most of the conversation somehow??? Theyre also so easily hilarious and just like. Top teir personality man I honestly didn’t know people like you still existed but it’s nice to know they do

K - ok new code name but I’m sure it’s easy to guess who that is: At the start like then they joined I was only skeptical because they were Ms friend which ig is biased but I just wanted to make it clear that it no longer holds true and theyre really nice and I like them a lot :3

L - again nothing has changed so I’m not gonna write everything here since it’s all been said before but they’re really admirable (in a “that persons so [insert complementary adjective] I wish I could be like them” way not in a pervert way obviously) and theyre really cool and I also like them a lot and they make going to school sooooo much more manageable honestly

K - since there are two people who’s name starts with K now I’m gonna specify this is the one who’s a girl and is also Russian (to distinguish between the other “K”) anyway She’s so so so so so so cool omg Ik I’m saying a lotta positive stuff which is a bit out of character for my rants but she’s also so pretty and she has suchhh good fashion taste I wish I could be her ngl

W - I was mostly planning to do the people who i see every day In school BUT! Whatever so: alright disclaimer W is an awesome friend we’ve been friends for like 8 years and I never wanna change that but ik rn they have an ed (which I’m not bashing on on its own bcs that would be super hypocritical and also fucked up) and they have an underweight bmi rn which is like yk it’s your business im not going to comment on it out of nowhere but they just keep bringing it up unpromted. Like earlier today they said something like “no thanks I wanna stay at 50kg!” Almost totally out of nowhere and I’m as someone who’s never met them before you’d be thinking “oh well that’s asshole behaviour cut ties with them already” and no bcs they’re genuinely not like that at all. And I feel sick talking about this bcs ik if I had a thigh gap It’d also probably be on my mind 24/7 bcs like after all that struggle it’s hard not to be proud but please. As someone who’s trying to recover rn these random out of the blue mentions on how thin they are is just soooo crushing but anyways moving on

E - ok that was a lot let’s lighten up the mood a little bit shall we! Pretty much nothing has changed but I wanted the excuse to write this paragraph anyway

Theyre literally my favourite person ever and ik im not always the most engaging person to talk to (but they are!!) but I loveee hanging out with them sm they make my life so much better and they’re sososososososoo pretty theyre acc gorgeous ahsjajdjajdjja I love them so much words cant capture its entirety <333

To end on a good note im gonna list some of the reasons I love them sm (/p)

- theyre often very passionate and their energy is contagious

- theyre very understanding and non-pressurising :3

- they also get what I mean when I start spouting random words to try and describe an overly specific feeling

- hugs!!! Their hugs are literally the best need I say more

- the weird ass conversations we have (online and irl) that would seem so strange and incoherent to a stranger

- how we dont even have to be talking its just 100% more enjoyable if theyre in the room too

- Art! Theyre such a good artist dude even the doodles in the margins of their books are somehow neat

- they can make me laugh even through text which might be a byproduct of how much I love them but it still counts

- idk if this sounds stupid but they just have like all the best opinions (except when it comes to their taste in men /j)

- writing! Point blank theyre such a good writer idek how to elaborate on that they’re just an amazing writer (“yay!” Said the whole class /ij)

- Ik I’ve been harping on this a LOT today but for the final time theyre so fucking prettyaydjajdjjsdh

- I can trust them with anything :3

- feel like this is too long and I could pretty much think of new points forever so im gonna stop now but you get it :3

Anyway I just realised I started saying “bullet points bcs i like bullet points” and then proceeded to not do bullet points so you can kill me now it’s ok (I didn’t proof read this btw)

Bye bye!

[taxxon-taxxon]

I got sick so went to the doc today.

The school I’m currently going to is one of those schools that sticks kids from elementary to high in the same building.

We were vibing on school being shitty & how school traumatized me. It segued into her talking about her daughter, how she’s going to the same school, experiencing something similar. Like a week ago the daughter, who note was in 2nd graders, was being bullied by 8th graders. They threaten to punch her in the face. Eventually they did.

After the punch the daughter went to the school counselor. A few days later the school counselor called the mom/my doc & told her that the daughter had “Been traumatized and is depressed.” Doc get very emotionally & was like “I am a <mind doctor> (I forgot what she said). Trauma is when you become to numb to the abuse! She was shocked & appalled!” Then something about her not being depressed either & how angry she was.

The visit was really nice. Until during on point on her emotional rant I a small thing about mental when I thought there was a pause but there wasn’t. She cut me off saying “Yeah, no” which I interpreted as her saying whatever I said was wrong. Whatever I said was kinda a core belief I thought was true & based a lotta my ideas around & I was really confused. Looking from a more clear head it was probably an indicator that she wasn’t done ranting, she was taking a breather or something.

I remember thinking like “Bruh that was a dumb move you did. How could you not recognize it for what is was?” Like thanks inner monologue, are you even entirely sure yourself? Also that wasn’t a “dumb move” I did. I did an inexperienced move. I have literally been socially isolated way more compared to most. Social cues of normal people aren’t my forte, but I can learn.

I feel like this post is a bit heartless/emotional-less compared to what’s in my head. Am I bad at sharing emotions on text? Is this just me applying how I am generally am to this also? Maybe I didn’t focus on the important bits? Actually I think there’s like an interesting story bit here (the doc & her kid) & the my feelings bit. It’s not all just emotional, that makes me sense in my head.

Also my social anxiety can eat my growing critical thinking skills (which only grow outside of school, they actually shrink in school I love being sick the physical pain is worth it)

[refriedrambles]

You're good and my headache had faded too so I'm more willing to make my case here.

So Breath is Freedom right? It's the detached and floaty aspect and I feel like that fits GIR the best. He's not bound to rules and logic or even Zim's rules and logic. He's just easily taking in and adapting to the new culture he's placed in and doing his own thing. That thing may be hanging out with a motorcycle riding pig or helping with a very much unwanted surprise party or chasing a terrified avon lady down the street and stealing all her makeup.

GIR isn't really weighted down by anything which is the big thing. Rage is an aspect the kinda requires a weight, it's a rejection of what one is seeing/surrounded with and a bubbling need for change (unless I'm misunderstanding things which I totally could be. People analyze aspects with a lot of metaphors, I kinda suck at understanding subtly and I haven't dive nearly as deep into this as I want to). Rage is an aspect of extremes too and while this little bot can be extreme there's little purpose behind those instances. He's got no moralistic goal or belief behind his actions. His goals are to enjoy himself and try to be helpful to Zim. Sometimes. Perhaps spend time with Zim would be a better way to phrase it. People got a lotta different reads on Rage. I've seen it as belief, truth, impulse, performance, but I don't think any of them really fit GIR, ya know? (Except impulse, but like even that analysis doesn't really touch on the kinda impulsiveness that drives GIR.)

Gamzee and Kurloz are both in the royal classes so it muddies things a bit cause they naturally mirror an opposing aspect (hope), but they're both definitely zealots as well and GIR doesn't have an equivalent or even heavily muted but similar belief in anything.

You can't slight him. You can't get him to blow up or snap. Sure you could maybe get him to cry but most things roll off him like nothing. And when they don't then he's likely not totally himself

A "fixed" GIR definitely shows some Rage aspects. He heavily mirrors Zim. (Not saying Zim's rage, I still think he's probably a bard of hope a bit less sure then before but he definitely mirrors&/roleplays rage a lot on his own) GIR's consistently ignored or hushed when he tries to give his opinions in GIR goes Crazy and Stuff (if I'm remembering correctly) and most of his "stupid" rant is him parroting things Zim's said or implied about him to his face. He's treating Zim like Zim was treating him earlier, but it's exaggerated. But the most important factor is he's locked into duty mode. His freedom to act on or play or focus on anything aside from the MISSION seems to be heavily restricted. (I never really dived in that episode, but like actually thinking about it it's probably one of the more messed up things Zim could done to GIR given the robot's character.)

And Void~ Nothingness, secrets and obsession. An internal struggle to overcome. I don't really see it. I promise I'll touch on why tomorrow and probably go more indepth on why breath specifically, but the bed is calling to me lol

purple,,, thief of void,,,,,? definitely void,,,,, but if dib is already purrince and theyre not very similar,,,, although purple is purrospit and dib is derse so i guess theres a diffurence,,,,,, hmmmggnrrghhh,,, he could be a bard?

pacing pacing

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Do Robots Dream of an Electric Romance?

...

Nnn...

*Keebo, having passed out, wakes up in what looks like a mechanical operating room. 

Huh...!?

...

*He looks around the room and sees all the mechanical equipment lined up on the side, and one of his limbs being repaired individually. However, what really catches his attention, is Miu lying on top of him, dirty and fast asleep.

Wait...!?

*Keebo frantically looks around the room for any sign of a clock or something he can use to tell the time. The clock on the wall reads 17:09.

Wait...wasn’t it 5pm when we got back last night? 9 minutes definitely haven’t passed so...

Has she been working on me for 24 hours now, by herself!?

Iuuiugh...Huh?

Oh, you’re awake.

Er...g-gumroning...

It’s the middle of the evening Miu. 

Riiight.

*Miu smacks her cheeks to wake herself up. She has heavy bags under her eyes.

Have I been out for that long?

Well, I DID deactivate you for 24 hours so I could fix up your insides.

Nagito did a helluva lotta damage on you though. Some of your inner components are still broken but I fixed your frame and endoskeleton at least, so you’re not gonna fall apart if I do this.

Your limbs have to be done separately, but...don’t worry. Turns out your head took minimal damage so I don’t have to detach it.

Yeah, about that...

I know it’s fairly normal when we do maintenance, but...why are you on top of me?

More importantly, why were you asleep? There’s no way my body makes a comfortable pillow.

Well, I mean...I kinda just collapsed after working so hard for so long. It’s actually a pretty normal thing for humans.

They get so tired and so exhausted that a rock will suffice as a pillow, and they won’t care.

That sounds rough...They’ll wake up with bruises all over their head...

And uh...also...Well...

Y-Yes...?

...

Keebo...I’m sorry, but...can I stay like this for a while?

...Of course you can.

It’s not like I can push you off anyway. One of my arms is over there and the other one isn’t moving.

...

...

...

...

But I-

Hey-

...!

...!

Hah...we did it again. Sorry. You can go first.

You sure? I went first last time.

Positive.

Alright then...

I know what you probably want to say. You’re gonna rant and rave about how I’m exhausting myself, and that I should look after myself and get some rest before I spend who knows how many hours straight trying to fix this body of yours.

But...this situation is different. This body of yours got destroyed because it tried to protect us, and tried to do what was right.

And...because I wasn’t smart enough. You suffered because I miscalculated, and your life was in danger because of it.

So if you want me to stop...I’m sorry, but I can’t...

Miu. What happened out there is absolutely not your fault.

When you told me how passionate you were about this project the first time, you boasted confidence. But you knew this whole time that this was only a prototype.

Given time, maybe I would have truly been able to match Nagito, but it was MY desperation to force the project to speed up that got me defeated. You KNEW it wasn’t ready, and that we needed to run more tests, but only went through with it because of MY insistence. You AREN’T the fool here Miu. You were the one in the right from the start.

And I even snapped at you and Mr Fujisaki. This whole situation is MY fault, not yours.

Keebo...You were just trying to help.

And in my desperation to be helpful, I put myself in danger.

Now, not only did I worry you, but I’ve given you more work, and kept you up for a whole day straight.

Still, I have to ask. Didn’t the Foundation offer you ANY sort of help?

I didn’t accept it.

Why not?

‘Cause I...Uh...I already know your schematics inside out, and I didn’t want to trust anyone who might put your pieces in the wrong place or out of balance, even if they are skilled mechanics.

Plus...this has...kind of always been our time together, hasn’t it?

True...

Alright, your turn now. What did you want to say? Or did I guess it?

Well, I’ll admit. You know me very well to assume that’s what I wanted to say to you. You’ve done nothing to beat yourself up over.

How? We’re in this mess because I didn’t try hard enough!

Maybe it WAS in the prototype stage, but that shouldn’t matter! I’m a genius! I can make a fully functioning invention in a day tops, so I should’ve worked out all the bugs before we sent you out anyway!

Even if that’s true...which it ISN’T...That just means you failed at ONE thing.

I know you Miu, and I know you’ve never been the type of woman to take her losses, or admit when she has, but messing up ONCE doesn’t mean you’re wrong, or that you’re a problem.

You boast confidence, but...you’re really insecure, aren’t you?

Psh! Tell that to my face why don’t you? You’re lucky I’m comfy showing you this side of me.

And I’m grateful. At the end of the day, even if we lost, I think what matters is that we both tried to help and do the right thing. And I’m sure the Foundation are grateful to the both of us too.

 However...that actually wasn’t what I was going to say at all.

Huh?

...The timing might be a tad inappropriate, but...I need to get this off my chest desperately.

When we all first met at the Ultimate Academy, I remember that everyone had a pretty poor opinion of you. 

You were overconfident, rude, loud and had a frighteningly sharp tongue. Every time you opened your mouth out came a parade of reckless vulgar remarks and insults, strongly putting pressure on others and looking down on them. 

Despite all of that...Kaede and Shuichi were willing to put their trust in you to help them catch the mastermind. And I’m sure anyone else would have gladly turned to you should they have needed the help.

I know I would. Forgive me if this sounds corny, but once I heard you were an inventor who has created machines like myself...I think I gained some high respect for you. You reminded me of my creator.

Even if your style of inventions were ahem... VERY different.

Yeah, I bet the Professor didn’t make any anti-swear punching machines.

But then...things got even zanier when I actually got around to talking with you. When I started to learn more about you, I...fell for you even more.

...!

I was very upset when you died. Especially when I found out it was all a result of Kokichi’s meddling. I wish back then, I could’ve done something to save you.

But the next time we reunited, YOU saved ME. Twice in fact. Maybe you hurt a lot of people doing it, but it showed how far you were willing to go for me.

I suppose...part of me saw this as a chance to return the favor, and show how far I would go for YOU.

...Keebo.

*sigh* Alright, I might as well just say it.

Our future is uncertain; With Tsumugi being an enigma in time, Maki and Himiko still not being with us, Nagito and Uchui being free, and with our group heavily divided...I don’t know what to expect from our future that’s beginning to look oh so grim!

But what I DO know, is no matter what future we’re heading towards...I want YOU to be a part of mine.

So...uh...I...

...

*inhale*

D-

DO YOU WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND!?

*COUGH!*

Darn it! I was RIGHT there!

Ah-

Ahahahahahahaha!

Hehehehehehe!

Sorry, sorry! Go on, you can finish.

*huff* Alright.

Miu Iruma. Would you grant me the honor of being your boyfriend, be I human or not?

Y-YES! Of course!

A-Alright!

...Uh...

Sorry...I would hug you or hold your hand, but...well...

That’s fine. I’m not really a hugger...

...Oh...

*Miu leans forward, and the two passionately share a kiss. Miu pulls away and rests her forhead against his.

Keebo...Can I be honest?

I’m...scared...That seemed pretty final, but...now I’m even more scared...

...

...Me too.

[sageinacage]

Hellooo I saw you were taking requests again!! :D Would you be alright doing a bit of a hurt/comfort ish playful fic like Tommy asking techno to help train him. Techno notices that tommy starts to completely overwork himself and comforts him about like not feeling good enough to be techno's brother and techno playfully tickling him to force him to take a break? I'm sorry if this was a long prompt, it's 4am lol... Thank you so much!! :D

summary: tommy wants to be as strong as his brother techno, but doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to a/n: sorry i haven’t been active this weekend :[ im on the last 3 weeks of school and they’re piling so much stuff WAAAH warnings: swearing, self consciousness, self doubt (this is a hurt/comfort fic!) w/c: 1.6k

DSMP

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“Techno, how did you get to be so… strong?”

“Hard work, Tommy. A lotta’ hard work.”

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms. That was definitely not the answer he wanted, because the boy wanted to be a force to be reckoned with now. “Well… what kind of hard work?” He egged on, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, experience is a big one- I’ve done a lot of fighting and gained a lot of perspective from that… uhhhh… I study books with ancient techniques? I uhhh, let me put some thought into this, kid,”

Techno continued to think, putting a hand to his chin in thought. None of these Tommy liked, as they both took much time, perseverance, and he was just too young to have had as much experience as his brother. “Oh, I’ve trained a lot-”

“Aha! Training! How do I train?” Tommy cheered, almost leaping with how excited he got. The boy assumed he would be able to be unstoppable after one training session, but his older brother didn’t know how to convey that it wasn’t possible- but also didn’t want to crush his spirits at the same time.

“Tommy,” Techno started, then let out a long sigh, “..it’s not that easy. I’d be willing to help but-”

“Let’s go now then, big man!” The blonde exclaimed triumphantly, marching towards the entrance to their house��s backyard. Techno watched him stomp out the room towards the back exit, shaking his head and following the boy.

When he arrived outside, Tommy was already in a set of armor with his sword out, grinning madly at Techno. With an amused huff, the piglin picked up his sword and stood a good distance from in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing is stance. Make sure you’re standing so you’ll be able to block on any side of you.” Techno placed his sword down, heading to Tommy. He gently moved his arms and shoulders to be in a preferred position. The boy stood there, completely stiff like a statue.

“Y’know you gotta loosen up, you need to be able to block and dodge attacks and can’t do that when you’re stone.”

“I gotta be like stone, so I can’t be knocked down!”

Techno shook his head, pushing his hand into Tommy’s side, making him fall on the grass. “That wasn’t fair!” Tommy whined, getting up and brushing the dirt off of his light armor. “All is fair in fights, kid. You never know what your opponent will do.” The piglin explained, pushing up his glasses.

Tommy muttered something under his breath, getting into the fighting stance his brother showed him. “I’m ready!” He announced, Tech sighing. “Tommy, you need to know the basics before going into battle.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “There are no basics in war!” Tommy rebuttals, using the phrase Techno used earlier against him.

“Actually there is-”

“I didn’t ask!” Tommy ran at Techno, falling onto the dirt as the man stepped to the side. “You don’t just run at someone and expect to get a hit on them, smartass.” He playfully flicked his brother’s head, who grumbled and got up, trying to get more hits on Techno.

The piglin continued to step out of the way, eventually sighing and easily disarming him from his blunt training sword.

“Tommy-”

“I can’t do it! How can I even be your brother?! I can barely even hold the sword, it's so heavy! I’m done with this, I’ll never be as strong as you!” Tommy fumed, throwing his armor off and stomping inside the house to go up to his room. Techno put his training sword away, sighing softly. ‘The kid has potential, he just gets ahead of himself.’ Techno thought, then heading inside to go upstairs to check up on his little brother.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door, hearing a small ‘no’ from inside. Techno huffed. “Please? I want to talk to you, Toms.” He asked again, then hearing nothing. “Fine.” Tommy gave him permission to come in, which Techno gladly took.

“Hey,” His brother sat at the foot of his bed, looking at him. “You’re just so cool. You’re Technoblade, everyone knows you as strong and scary. And… and I’m just Tommy. The little brother, the obnoxious one.” He ranted, sniffling softly as he curled his knees in and hiding his face.

“I wouldn’t say that, Tommy. I’ve heard people talk about how brave you are, which I’m gonna have to agree with. Also, you’re not obnoxious, I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were.” Techno showed him a small smile, opening his arms. Tommy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding his cape with an iron grip.

“Really? People think that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, kid.”

“I am pretty brave and cool, I gotta say,” Tommy chuckled softly at himself, his giggles slowly growing as Techno sighed at him. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He exclaimed playfully, his dull claws shifting around his waist.

“TEHehehechno!” Tommy made the poor mistake of shifting onto his back, so now he was just sprawled across his brother’s lap, stuck in his tickly grasp. “Tommy!” Techno playfully mocked, snickering at Tommy’s small growl in defiance.

“You’re really brave to try to rebuttal my attack, ain'tcha?” He spoke lowly, slipping one of his hands under Tommy’s loose shirt to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin around his belly. “Yohou suhUHUCK!” He complained, kicking his legs out in front of him. “What did you just say to me? You really are fearless.”

The boy was about to smile triumphantly until a blunt claw gently scritched over the bundle of nerves over his hip bone. “SHIHIHIT- Nohot thahahat!” Tommy complained. “Sohomewhehere else!”

“Y’know Tommy, when I tickle Ranboo right here he’d dip out right away. You must be tough if you can withstand this!” Techno praised, a fond smile washing over his face. Tommy continued to shake his head, the ticklish sensations making him tingle all over.

“Hmmm, let’s see if I could make you break. Highly doubt it for how well you’re taking it though, kid.” He chortled before laying Tommy down and skittering both his fingers up his sides. “IT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!” He arched his back, a wheeze escaping him. The claws continued to explore up his sides, dragging back down before stopping at his upper ribs to scribble over the ticklish skin there.

“WHIHIHIYYY?!” Tommy whined, slamming his arms down. “Because!” Techno smirked, drilling his fingers as they were trapped and he couldn’t wiggle them anymore. “THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE!” He screeched, the piglin just laughing. “Then free me, smarty!” His fingers continued to drill and prod as much as they could, shifting up to reach his underarms.

“NOHOHO! IT’LL BEHE EVEN WOHOHORSE!” Tommy grumbled, kicking his legs. “Good observation, Tommy! Never let your enemy get an advantage!” His brother praised again, smiling down at him. The grumpiness in the boy’s tone turned more gleeful, the pinkette grunting in success.

“But what if the enemy planned a surprise attack?!” Techno exclaimed, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry over the upper part of his tummy, repeating the action but on his navel next time. “I WIHILL SUHUHURVIVE!” Tommy retorted, trying to push at his head. “I’d like to see you try.” He challenged, lifting his shirt a small bit before leaning down to place nibbles along his lower belly and around his hips.

“FUHUHUCK! TEHEHECHNOHO!” He threw his head back, still holding onto Techno’s hair but not really pushing him away. Techno was genuinely surprised- usually, his nibbles can kill anyone and make them plead for mercy. “Wow Tommy, you can withstand my nibbles? You must really be a champ, huh kid?” He complimented, smiling at Tommy’s giddy squeal.

Techno knew how much Tommy needed this, he needed to hear how actually brave and tough he was, because the truth was the kid was strong, just needed to hear it to believe it. “You were able to survive that, but can you survive this?” He devilishly smiled, moving his claws over to scritch at his lower tummy as he nibbled up his sides.

“YOHOHOU’RE HOHORRIBLE!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs and arching his back, but still wasn’t begging for mercy like Techno thought he would. “Able to survive again? This is like the hardest time I’ve had tiring someone out, Toms.” Techno admitted, Tommy giggling and happily chortling in response. He was genuinely proud of himself, feeling stronger than ever.

“Alright. I give up.” Techno chuckled, pulling his brother in for a hug while he calmed down. “I wohohon!” Tommy announced excitedly, hugging him back. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” The piglin sighed contently, pulling away.

“You know Tommy, being strong is more than just physical strength. You gotta have the right mindset, and you’ve definitely got it. I’ve never met someone as strong-willed, enthusiastic, and brave as you.” Techno explained, rubbing his stomach and side area, trying to help with the after-tickles.

“Reheally?”

“Yeah, really.” Techno chuckled, getting up. “How about I teach you a lesson in some historic techniques in fighting, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Books are so boring- ugh, fine.” Tommy crossed his arms, standing up and stretching, before following his brother out of the room. “What were you boys doing?! I thought Tommy was being attacked for a hot minute.” Phil laughed from the kitchen, seeing them walk by. “I beat Techno in a tickle fight, that’s what happened!” Tommy laughed, nudging his brother.

“Yep. He beat me. Strong kid, I tell ‘ya.”

[traumatisedbabygay]

for some reason youtube just recommended me a shit ton of video essays on the novel “Lolita”, and how its message has been warped through adaptation so much its doing what the og book warned against. I’d read the book years ago, but oh boy did this open up a whole lotta feelings for me...

so, being the bookworm little shit that i am, allow me to rant a while.

Lolita is a book by Vladimir Nakobov, whose protagonist is an unreliable narrator, about how he becomes infatuated with, and grooms a twelve year old girl called dolores (that he calls, Lolita). The book makes an effort to show that dolores is a kid, having her pick her nose, throw tantrums, adjusts wedgies, ect. In the book, you read as Humbert Humbert, the unreliable narrator, twists these childlike situations into something creepy and sensual, to justify his own pedophilia. 

Now, you’d think that in a book with an, I’ll repeat, UNRELIABLE narrator, any directors wanting to adapt it into film would take every written sentence with a heap of salt. Humbert Humbert is a narcissist. A predator. A disgusting old man with a obsession for his step daughter (whom he intentionally made his step daughter, so that he could groom her.)

But NO. Kubrik (the director of Lolita’s first film adaptation), made the 14 YEAR OLD actress become a “seductress”. He validates Humbert’s infatuation by placing responsibility on this CHILD, because she’s the one draped on a sun lounger in a “sexy” bikini, she’s the one placing long, exaggerated kisses to Humbert’s cheek, she’s the initiator. 

It’s turning a story about how pedophilia and grooming is disgusting, and turns it into a love story. The actress is A MINOR. The character herself is A MINOR. And whilst, granted, Kubrik aged her up to 14 so it’d be allowed a theatre film release, it doesn’t fucking matter. She’s still a child. 

By unnecessarily sexualising dolores in the film, not only did kubrik literally appeal to pedophile like Humbert Humbert, but he validated their disgusting fetish. Instead of showing us Humbert infer things this CHILD does as sexy, show us the CHILD being normal, and Humbert still being aroused by it. Show us how vile and twisted his view of her is. Show us that everything dolores “initiates” is in his head. 

Don’t show him inferring thing right!

Another adaptation was made in the 90s, which wasn’t as awful, but was still pretty fucking awful in terms of betraying the og message of the book. The actress playing dolores was still a minor, and whilst she didn’t act as exaggeratedly seductive, and did act more “child-like”, she had her moments. And those moments were pretty much as bad as the Kubrik film. In the 90s film, though, they make Humbert too sympathetic, and personally it’s done in a way that is.....iffy, to say the least.

So now, we have a novel with several stage adaptations, operas and two feature length films made from it....and most of these adaptations literally become the thing the og book sought to destroy.

Pedophiles.

It doesn’t help that (because of some choice Lana Del Ray lyrics), tumblr had a phase in like 2014 where lolita was romanticised to a point where young girls saw the story as a “romance” rather than a psychological drama. They sought out a “love story” akin to that of Humbert and Dolores’s, and envied being in that situation. The media didn’t help. More copies of the book were produced, with new covers, many of which betrayed Nakabov’s demands. He asked for no young girls to ever be on his book cover, for...obvious reasons given the books message and Nakobov’s personal stances. 

Did cover designers listen after he died? Of course they fucking didn’t. 

People got Lolita copies with teenage girls’ legs on the cover, girls suggestively sucking lollipops, girls in compromising positions....which is disgusting, misleading, and a fucking betrayal of the author. 

Nakobov one taught at a university, and when several girls dressed up as Lolita for halloween, he was horrified.

Do I blame Kubrik for most, if not all of this? Yeah, pretty much. He made the decision to romanticise the story in his adaption...the rest just followed suit because it sold and fit their model for society. It catered to the heterosexual male gaze, especially the gaze of pedophilic men, and in a patriarchal society that benefits a lot off of sexualising women (particularly YOUNG women), thats the perfect combination.

So, why, at 4:38 in the morning am I writing a fucking essay on tumblr about a book i read ages ago and almost forgot existed? 

idfk

I guess i was just super pissed at how warped the message of the book got through time. It was like a massive, 60+ year long game of (for lack of a better term) Chinese Whispers. And at the end of the game, in the 2010s, we were so far away from the original point of the novel that we may as well have been talking about a different book. 

Nakobov is probably thrashing and rolling and turning in his grave, because a cautionary tale about child grooming somehow became a “love story” idolised by a large sum of teens/young adults on the internet.

It is a betrayal of the author, a disgrace to the novel, and as a writer it’s really pissed me off. 

it’s now 4:48 exactly in the morning, and this rant has gone on for WAYYY too long already. I doubt anyone even ended up reading this whole thing, but hey, that’s what tumblr is for, right? Anonymously ranting about random subjects at ungodly hours, instead of taking ur sleep medication and lying down like a responsible person. 

That’s why this site is a breeding ground for chaos.

And honestly I’d have it no other way.

So...yeah. Nakobov deserved better.

[falsemood]

Ok, Prinxiety singer/celebrity AU

This is basically an entire fic I haven’t written yet

TW: Slight swearing, mentions of trauma/ traumatic childhoods, high expectations, mentions of money issues, mentions of trying to “fix” queer/autistic characters, lying, crying, very emotional moments, feelings of betrayal/heartbreak, anxiety, depression, kissing, mention of food, social media/toxic fanbase, mentions of government, mentions of war, Let me know if more needs to be added.

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Roman and Remus were forced into child acting when they were like 2

Got really famous (and also a lotta bit traumatized because Hollywood)

Whilst a teenager, Roman creates a pop-punk singing career

Songs about societal standards, toxic masculinity, homoph*bia, etc.

He’s a bad ass is what I’m saying

Except really he’s overworking himself because what really is he without his audience and he must always please them-

Anyway

Roman, trying to escape paparazzi or get out of some celebrity chore, ends up in a little run-down diner

The guy serving him is actually really cute and has purple hair and piercings and, oh god, a pride pin on his lanyard

(Can you guess who it is?)

So they actually end up talking for a couple hours, just small chat

Shockingly, Virgil has literal no idea about Roman or his fame

Roman doesn’t mind. In fact, he likes it much better that way.

And a couple days later, Roman gets a weird craving for cheap french fries and dirt coffee

It becomes a regular thing, making as many excuses as possible to go to the little diner just to talk to Virgil

Virgil really enjoys the company, because no one really visits the place to use more than the restroom anyway

And because Roman tips generously, both in charm and in, like, a solid 15 dollars.

Subplot: Remus and Janus (who’s also famous, go with it) get awfully suspicious on why Roman always disappears on them and why his music is becoming sappier by the song. They become detectives.

Roman and Virgil slowly start to hang out in different places

Roman always tries to be obscure so he doesn’t get recognized

While on a walk through the corner of a trashy park, the subject of music comes up

Insert sweaty and nervous Roman

But Virgil admits to actually playing ukulele and writing his own, very personal songs

This leads into a rant about his broken childhood, his difficulty of growing up autistic and queer, and trying to just make it financially.

Roman, being very careful about his word choice, talks about heavy expectations, people publicly comparing and judging him, and then basically admits how much he cherishes his time with Virgil.

It’s all very tooth-rotting sweet.

But it gets very late. Being the area that it is, Roman (understandably) gets too terrified to walk back to his car

And he could call and uber orrrrr

Virgil can just offer he stay the night at his nearby apartment 

Once there, Roman manages to easily convince Virgil into playing him a song. It’s a slow, optimistic one that’s just full of heart.

Virgil has always used a rough and low voice when speaking, so imagine the shock when his singing voice is practically crystal and silk.

Roman kisses him as soon as it’s done. Yay! First relationship milestone! Besides pouring your hearts out to each other 10 minutes ago.

Remus and Janus continue to be all confused on why Roman has been gone for an entire day now

They’re not very good detectives, actually. They’re trying their best.

Whenever they both have free time, Roman and Virgil spend almost all of it together.

Flirting, laughing, singing and kissing. They learn a lot about their different styles of music.

Virgil’s is much more earthy and romantic, the lyrics are more poetic and subtle. It’s like a love letter to art and human creation.

Roman’s is snappier and dramatic. His instrumentals take a lot of twists and turns that all wraps up beautifully. It’s basically a demand for love and attention.

During this, Roman spends less and less time on social media. His fans get slightly concerned but Roman just mentions a “Special, secret” album in a tweet and they all go crazy again.

It’s not entirely a lie, he fleshes out each of his songs more to something satisfying and touching. It’s still very punk and counter-culture, but it has more of a re-listen ability. He’s very proud of it, even it it takes much longer.

Weird. He feels better about himself when he takes the time and patience to make something good. Smells like character development.

Remus and Janus are still very bad detectives but they like the new music so...

Roman and Virgil would regularly write snippets of songs together as a pass time but they accidentally create something amazing

It’s an acoustic guitar, duet song about two lovers watching the sky as a nuclear war destroys the world. Very classy.

(Let me act like I haven’t already written this entire thing in my head for a second) It’s honestly a very bittersweet and a little edgy song, like a conversation about how the government is destroying something so beautiful but “hey at least I get to spend my last moments with you, babe”.

Roman, being incredibly proud of the song and his boyfriend, records the audio of them singing together

Classic phone hack situation, the entire recording gets out. Idk the story isn’t entirely deep yet, work with me.

Roman’s fans are very excited and intrigued because they can’t tell who the other singer is, his managers are confused because they’ve never heard anything like this from him and he’s just hoping to god Virgil doesn’t find out

Virgil finds out.

Virgil never really used social media, it made him uncomfortable, but when he sees his song plastered in at least 10 gossipy news articles, he had to click it.

Spends the next two days just learning everything about Roman and Remus Kingsley and how his boyfriend is one of biggest celebrities of the year and he didn’t even know???

And now his very, very personal, shared experience with Roman is somehow currently on the same trending page as Global politics

The same Roman who tipped more then he ever needed, Roman who would let Virgil keep his shirts, Roman who would stay up all night to talk about ridiculous conspiracy theories, Roman who taught him to be more direct when pouring his feelings into his songs. His Roman had shared what was possibly the most intimate moment between the two for millions of people to see.

Almost a month, he doesn’t answer the phone and doesn’t leave his home. He tries not to think of it, he gets to scared every time. He tries his best to erase Roman from his mind.

It breaks both of their hearts.

Roman explains very clearly that the song was never meant to be shared. But this only gets the public more interested. He refuses to explain himself on any talk shows, he stops writing music and only explains the whole story to Remus and Janus while crying his eyes out.

The detective squad sets out to find Virgil and break into his house (wth guys)

And they explain everything.

Even knowing the leak wasn’t Roman’s fault, he still feels lied to and scared of what the public now knows of him.

But, as much as it’s terrifying, he still wants to see Roman. He still loves him. *Enter audience clapping*

And so, the meet up in Roman’s house for the first time. It’s big, it’s nice and they drove there in an expensive car. Virgil is very out of his comfort zone.

And the two just talk, again.

Roman “I fell in love with you as soon as you said you’ve never seen me before” Kingsley.

He just rants about how tough child acting was, how his reputation weighed him down, how the public both saw him as someone above them and as entertainment that worked for them. And how he didn’t want Virgil to see him like that, or even worse, for Virgil to been seen like that.

He cries a lot, so does Virgil.

It’s a slow apology, but he’s forgiven.

*End?*

Ok hold on-

Notice how my writing gets choppier as then bullets go on. Yeah, started this at midnight and it is now 4 AM. Fun.

These are

Bonus Bullets

I guess for just points for the story

The conclusion or Epilogue is that they both agree to continue to write and release their own music, but just at their own pace and without unwanted additions like live performances or music videos or promotions.

Logan and Patton should definitely be incorporated somewhere, probably join the detective squad.

I’m a sucker for subplots, especially funny ones. But I think some angst would be good, too. An idea is Remus no longer allowing his parents to force him into movie roles he doesn’t want.

Janus/Patton/Logan could also possibly be Managers in a way? Like father figures to Roman and Remus.

It’s a little blurry, but I have great ideas for Virgil’s backstory. They most include a mother trying to “fix” his “flaws”.

My main issue is that this would be a very long term and slow-written fic, which I am no good at. I can attempt, but really no promises. If someone else wants to use this idea in anyway, I completely encourage. I just wish to be tagged and created for the basis.

Am I asking to be credited for taking Thomas’ @thatsthat24 characters and putting them into my own plot? Yes, yes I am.

Unfortunately, I have run out of tag space. Buuuut, if I need to add any TWs to the beginning, let me know.

And if you read all this....honestly you must have really good patience, I’m getting sick of myself. Thank you, though. 🖤

[shurelyasreverie]

Twisted Fate x Reader: Wanna Bet?

After a successful heist, you and Twisted Fate play cards to pass away the time, but it seems that money isn't the prize Tobias has on his mind...

Word Count: 1654

The life of a thief and mercenary was not an easy one, but it had its perks. The thrill of living on the edge, fighting nail and tooth for precious gold and jewels made this life addictive, especially with two reliable comrades that stood by your side through thick and thin. Tobias Felix had the charm, Malcolm Graves had the brawn, and most importantly, you had the common sense to not get yourself killed. Combined, you were an unstoppable force, shown again today through another successful heist that got you plenty of gold for you to throw away at the local pub.

Taking a table at the corner, you and Tobias had barely gone through a glass as Graves already finished a bottle of the heavy duty stuff, sending him slumped on a chair, dead to the world.

“It's been less than ten minutes and Grave's already a goner,” you groaned as you finished a shot glass.

“Well he don't look like he'll be causing any trouble tonight,” Tobias mused, sliding an already prepared shot to you.

“Cheers,” you mumbled in thanks as you took the new glass, about to down it until you hesitated. You looked at Tobias sceptically, the entire time his enigmatic smile was plastered on his face. You slammed the glass down. “Oh no, no, no. I'm not falling for that old trick again.”

“Whatever do you mean?” His voice had a light lilt, feigning ignorance.

“You get me drunk just so I'll agree to play cards with you, then I end up losing half my gold because of you,” you groaned as many regretful memories plagued your mind. You rubbed your temples, both the alcohol and memories causing a headache.

“Today might be your lucky day, you could end up winning against me.”

“Are you kidding me? Your skill and magic with cards is literally your selling point. It's your only selling point.”

“You wound me,” he frowned teasingly. You cursed yourself for feeling weak to his deep, reverberating voice as he chuckled. It was the alcohol's fault, right? Right.

“Anyway, why do you keep bothering me about cards? What's the point if you know you're going to win?”

“Just because I win doesn't mean it ain't a challenge,” Tobias corrected. “You're good with whatever hand you're given.”

“Play with Graves then.”

“He's too dumb,” he responded plainly. “Anyway, does he look like he's in a state to play?”

He pointed to the passed out form next to you.

“Point taken but I'm still not playing,” you grumbled, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Our heist went well and we got good money from it. I refuse to lose it all in the first night.”

“Fine...” Tobias huffed but after a brief moment he leaned back with a signature smirk on his face, already shuffling a deck of cards. “But how about this? We play but we don't bet money. I promise.”

“You don't keep your promises.”

“I've kept the ones I've made with you,” he pointed out. You had to give him that, you don't remember him ever breaking a promise but you barely remember him making any promises in the first place.

“Fine. What're we dealing with, then?”

His smile widened as he started to deal the cards. “I don't normally bet on this 'cause it requires trust. But I trust you.”

“A dangerous choice but I'm honoured.”

“I want your honesty,” Tobias announced and you raised your eyebrows. “I ask you a question and you answer wholeheartedly and entirely truthfully. Can you promise me that?”

You downed another shot as you contemplated.

“Sure.”

“That's what I like to hear,” he smirked.

Unsurprisingly, you lost, and quickly too.

“And here I was thinkin' you'd put up more of a fight,” he mused as he collected the cards and shuffled.

“I figured we'd be playing multiple games so I'm conserving energy,” you retorted and Tobias nodded in amusement.

“Fair.”

“So... your prize?”

“Ah, of course. I'll make this easy for you first. Ease you into it,” Tobias stopped shuffling to watch you. “Answer me honestly: what do you think of the pants Graves bought today?”

You pulled a face before instantly covering it up. “Well, I mean- he's wanted those things for ages... he was very happy with them.”

“Honesty, sweetheart,” Tobias reminded and your heart raced at the name as you cleared your throat. You sent a cautious glance over to a passed out Graves. You snapped your fingers by each of his ears, clapped your hands in front of his face and then lightly slapped him.

Not a peep.

Knowing now he'll never hear your answer, you leaned into Tobias. “I hate the ghastly things. They're a crime to all things good on this earth, I haven't seen anything uglier and at that price? You've got to be kidding me.”

By the time you were done with your rant, Tobias had a fist to his mouth, suppressing his laughter.

“I ain't ever seen you so passionate about anything before,” he mustered as he picked up his new hand of cards. You did the same.

“He was just so happy when he got them, I couldn't tell him what I truly thought,” you sighed as you put down a card.

“And what do you think of my looks?”

As he placed a card for his turn your eyes scanned Tobias up and down. Purely for noting his attire, and definitely not to admire his figure and features.

“You dress fine. It seems to work well for you, anyway,” you replied.

“Meaning?”

“If your clothes were ugly, your charm wouldn't work,” you explained. “But it seems no one has complaints about what you wear. Hell, a lot of people probably like it.”

Tobias hummed thoughtfully. “That so? Lady Luck's blessed me with a lotta things but she didn't give me no luck on the dating scene.”

“I think that's less Lady Luck and more just you being unfaithful.”

“Aw, come now. I ain't that bad.”

“Prove it.”

“You free tomorrow night?”

“Not like that,” you groaned as Tobias laughed.

“Ah... and would you look at that, I've won again.”

“I really shouldn't have agreed to this,” you grumbled as you chucked the rest of your hand onto the pile of cards.

“Now, tell me,” he leaned forward. “Who do you prefer? Me or Graves?”

“What?” You frowned. “Listen, you're both my partners in crime. We're a trio. I rely on both of you equally. Malcolm might be an idiot sometimes but he's a good, trustworthy bloke. Honestly, I admire him. Sometimes.”

“... I see,” Tobias nodded and he leaned back. He didn't inquire any further and you raised your eyebrows at his sudden solemnness. He idly rearranged and shuffled the cards as he seemed lost in thought. You sighed, figuring to give him the honesty you promised to give him.

“That being said, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel closer to you.”

“Oh?”

You nodded, saying no more. The three of you had each other's backs but it always felt a little more meaningful knowing Tobias was by your side. How he seemed to always know the right things to say to keep you motivated, encouraging you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back. You bit your lip, making sure you didn't voice your thoughts to him. Your words already seemed to have impacted him regardless, cards already dealt for a new game with his smirk back on his face.

“You're playin' better than before,” Tobias observed.

“I feel the next question is going to be a big one,” you replied, sending a wink. Tobias cleared his throat in response, hurriedly putting down a card.

After a few minutes of silence, another card was placed down and Tobias leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face. You frowned at his empty hand before sighing in resignation.

“Right, what do you want to know?” You took a pint of ale, bringing it to your lips.

“Would you date me?”

You almost spat out your drink. Eyes wide, you searched Tobias' face, wondering if he was lying. But there was no teasing smile, instead he was dead serious, his dark eyes burning into yours.

“I- what sort of question is that?”

“I want to know what you think of me,” he replied frankly.

“You're great,” you answered quickly.

“But would you date me? Remember your promise.”

“Why do you want to know?” You pouted.

“I think you can figure it out,” he cooed, bringing his face closer to yours. Frozen in place, you couldn't lean away. His nimble fingers took your chin, making you look at him. “Work partners ain't enough for me. I'm hopin' Lady Luck might help me out with you. So... what do you say?”

“I say...” you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. Although when you tried to pull away, the grip on your chin tightened as Tobias kissed you back. Whenever you tried to part for air, his lips chased yours, only relenting as you placed a hand to his chest with a giggle.

“I love you,” you admitted.

“Dangerous words, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Soon enough you'll be beatin' me in the charm department.”

The moment was interrupted by the slow clapping of Graves, making you practically shove Tobias away as heat rushed to your face. Since when was he awake?

“About goddamn time,” Graves grumbled as he stood up. “I'll get some new drinks, it's on me to celebrate the new happy couple.”

[angelthebedsheet]

“unprepared”

midoriya izuku x reader

x gender neutral reader

a/n: needed the creative juices to get flowing so i can try my best to update. been in love with genshin. kaeya and lisa i am in love with you. your quirk is not specified!! 

q/n = quirk name

contains kissing, whole lotta fluff shit, emotions, loving midoriya hour!!!

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There were many things Izuku was and unprepared was rarely one of them. He was always at least 3 steps ahead. That is until he got with you.

He was unprepared from the first day he met you. Starry eyes gazing upon your curly hair and s/c skin that looked more vibrant under the sun. He was unprepared to even hear your lips part to utter an introduction to him. To hear you greet him every morning or chirp his name through the phone. He was even more unprepared to fall in love with you.

He was unprepared for you to become his significant other. Someone who’s supposed to love and care for him and was unprepared when you genuinely wanted to be him. He wouldn’t lie about it. He isn’t the most confident person you can meet. The years of bullying he faced ever since Bakugo manifested a quirk and he didn’t make his confidence take massive blows. Bakugo’s quirk included. He was surprised when you were so adamant on hyping him up every second you could and the fact you didn’t let him become self-deprecating.

“I-It wasn’t that great, Y/N. I’ve done better and I feel like I’ve failed others like usual.” Midoriya stuttered as he looked at his scarred hands. The same hands that were once smooth were covered in what he called his mistakes. You gently grabbed his chin and tilted his head up so you could see his emerald eyes that always had that child-like glimmer of wonder and curiosity in them. “All that matters is that you did your best in the current moment. As a hero, you aren’t always going to be able to do things how you wish you could. The only thing that makes is if you put as much effort and passion into this. Don’t belittle your efforts, Izu. You amaze everyone. Me included. You try your best to handle these battles even though you’re still learning how to control your quirk.” You said softly as you looked into his eyes. You moved your hand to gently hold his cheek. You watched as his eyes glossed over, bottom lip slightly quivering. He leaned into your touch as he gently held your wrist.

“That’s admirable, Izuku. You win some and lose some. Just know I’ll always be here you be your little cheerleader. Know that there’s always going to be someone out there who’s proud of you no matter what you do.” You said, wiping a stray tear from his cheek with your thumb and pressing a kiss to his forehead

He truly wasn’t prepared for your constant gestures of love and affection. From the surprise teasing kisses.

You tapped his shoulder. Midoriya hummed and looked up from his homework to be met with your lips pressed against his. He slightly gasped before his eyes fluttered close, face heating up. Just as he was about to cup your cheek, you pulled away, causing him to slightly huff from the lost of contact. “What was that for?” He mumbled with a furrowed pout. You cheekily smiled before patting his cheek. “Just because.” You said, turning back to look down at your worksheet. Purposely ignoring the slight pout on Midoriya’s face before he quickly huffed, now distracted from his homework.

To the meaningful kisses during late nights where you would just let him rant while you helped combed out the daily tangles from his curly hair.

“And it’s just hard with all this stress on me.” He mumbled, wincing at the feeling of you combing out his tangled ends. “Sorry Zuzu— But I understand. Well, not how you exactly feel but I understand what you mean.” You said, softly as you sprayed some leave in conditioner in his hair. “No, no, I get it. I just wish I didn’t have all this pressure on me sometimes. But it’s mandatory especially with All Might trusting me, so I’ll just have to work harder.” Midoriya said, making you furrow your eyebrows. “Anht. Izuku, you deserve a break.” You said. He turned to look back at you as if you had just told him, you didn’t really like All Might. (Although, that statement was true you would never tell him that. It’s a secret you’d take to the grave. You had a small personal vendetta against the abnormally sickly tall man that could barely last a couple minutes without hacking up blood into a handkerchief.)

“Take a break? B-But I can—“

“Says who? Yeah you may be in the hero course, have a powerful quirk, and All Might of all people being your mentor. But, you still need a break. We’re all teens. We need to have fun and let loose.”

“I....”

“So after this I’m twisting your hair up, putting on your bonnet, and we’re gonna have a free day tomorrow.”

“Baby I appreciate it but—“ You cut him off. “I never said this was an offer. We’re doing it. Tomorrow’s Saturday and you need the break more than anyone. You always push yourself past your limits and go above and beyond. As a hero, you can’t always work to make sure everyone’s safe but yourself. You need to be selfish and here’s one of the times.” You said, cupping his cheek. His bottom lip quivered as he quickly sat up on his knees to press a kiss against your plush lips. He held onto your knees to push the kiss deeper. You only dropped the comb and slid your arms around his neck. He smiled against your lips and stood up. You pulled him down on the bed and lightly chuckled. He smiled wider and rested his forehead against yours, ignoring the tears that pricked his eyes from how loved he felt.

He was unprepared when you leaped into battle immediately, taking a hit that was meant for him. 

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Izuku who was currently giving his all, using OFA against a villain. You ran as fast as you could, determined to protect him as you noticed something he didn’t. The villain had an extra move up their sleeve that would be a painful hit on Izuku. It would take longer for him to heal in the current vulnerable state he was already in. He didn’t deserve to be the main target majority of the time he was just trying to get an education. Everyone else were already working hard to take down the remaining villains and you’d be damned if you let Izuku end up in the hospital again. Activating q/n, using it to your advantage, you propelled yourself to yank an unsuspecting Izuku out of the way. Two different yelps were let out. 

Your yelp of pain as the villain’s powered up fist collided against your side, sending you tumbling back and Izuku’s yelp of surprise as he had stumbled back from the force you have previously used to pull him back. He quickly snapped out his confused state to make a mad dash towards your body that was hunched over, cradling your side. He slid on his knees, not caring if he scuffed them up, and gently held you. “Baby. Baby, hey hey, open your eyes.” He exclaimed, panicked. You winced as you pried one eye open. “’zuku?” You grunted out. “W-We’re- I’m gonna move you out of here.” He said as he gently scooped you up in his arms. “B-But you have to fig-” You were interrupted by his stern voice. “You’re more important!” He exclaimed before running off, using OFA to make himself quicker. 

The quick and short trip to your safety went by in a blur as you faded in and out due to the immense pain you felt in your side. You were soon laid down against something firm. You didn’t bother to even look as it hurt to voice any snarky comebacks you had. “L-Let me see.” Izuku voiced out, shakily. “Huh?” You winced. “Let me see how bad it is. May I?” He said, not even looking anywhere but your side. You only nodded as you felt his rough hands delicately remove your hero suit as if he was unboxing a glass figurine. His breath hitched as he looked at the blooming bruise on your side that was almost too painful for him to look at. “W-Why would you take that hit for me?” He whimpered as he lightly grazed his gloved fingers across the bruise so lightly it was like he never even touched it in the first place.

 “Because I hate how much you go to the hospital-” You hissed as you slowly adjusted yourself. “-just for using your quirk so much. If you had taken that hit, it would’ve much worse for you. You didn’t even notice that move before I stepped in. I want to protect you as much as you protect me.” You mumbled. Izuku’s casted a shadow over his eyes as he let your words soak in. You watched as green lightning crackled around him. “I’ll get someone to watch you. I’m gonna go get that villain.” He said as he leaned in to press a kiss upon your lips. You kissed back as much as the pain in your side let you. He pulled back and you caressed his cheek. “Give em hell, Zuku. Go beat their ass for me.” You said before he nodded and ran off. He was filled with rage as he ran back into the field. He was a man on a mission and nobody was get in his way. Unless, they wanted to catch his fists. Literally.

He was unprepared for the stupid little things you’d whisper late at night just to get an amusing reaction out of him. 

“You know, All Might’s kinda hot.” You whispered, earning a bewildered snort from Izuku. “I’m sorry, what?” He whisper shouted as he shot up to look at you. You snickered behind your hand as you slowly sat up. “I’m joking, Zu!” You giggled out. He groaned and grabbed a pillow to gently hit you in the face with. “That’s gross!” He whined. “What you telling me you never went on Wattpad and searched up All Might x Readers?” You whispered, deadpanned. Izuku went silent as he looked away. “Wait you deadass?” You exclaimed. He shushed you as he wacked you in the face with the pillow. You started laughing as he whisper shouted. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” He repeated as he kept hitting you with the pillow. 

But, he was fully prepared to love you unconditionally.

He kneeled down, opening a small black box, revealing the ring you always stared at with sparkling eyes. “Will you marry me?” He said as he looked up at you with watery eyes.