#even tho you would make a lot of money there is this clear danger of forcing your parents to bury you

[madwomansapologist]

there is a certain insanity that makes people decide to become sorcerers. having an innate technique isn't enough, they have to want to work in such a cruel field and more than that they need to not have anyone willing to do anything to stop them from doing so.

miwa and nobara are, from the younger cast, the only ones with mundane reasons. one wants to help her family, the other would rather die than staying on the same fucked up town. it's clear miwa has a great relationship with her family, and clear nobara hasn't.

which makes me think of nanami, the most normal sorcerer from the older cast. the only sorcerer of his family, putting his life and innocence in danger when he was still a student. if you have a family that will have your back (like nobara hasn't) you don't do that. if you have a good socioeconomical situation (like miwa hasn't) you don't do that. for me, it's clear nanami lacks both of them.

not only i think he used to live dangerously closer to the line of poverty during his youth, i also think someone with at least a bit of care or love for their own family would judge suguru for killing his parents. but nanami couldn't care.

[thehollowwriter]

Morrigan: A Rough summary

I sent this to a moot and decided I'd share a break down of the the Morrigan Lore TM

Right so, firstly, like Silas and Finn, Morrigan is a cookie cutter shark. Though Silas is an abyssal cookie cutter shark, and he's just a coastal one. He and his family are like Azul and the tweels, they're more animalistic, they're not the pretty, humanlike Ariel-like mermaid that many come to think of when they hear the term "mermaid" or "merfolk"

Now, my interpretation of twst (mostly through Azul's story) is that human culture and beauty standards heavily influenced merfolk and their culture, eventually resulting in features like webbed hands, sharp teeth and claws, and other animalistic features being deemed as barbaric and undesirable.

The general idea of mers like Finn, Azul, etc, is that they are stupid, wild, dangerous/murderous, and more creatures than people. This stereotype especially extends to abyssal mers like Silas (it's part of why some merfolk flat out refuse to by from him)

Now, in twst it's pretty clear that magic dictates your standing in society, and often those with powerful magic are "higher" up the social ladder. This too applies to merfolk, and when you're monstrous creatures like Morrigan and his family, the best you can hope for is major success and glory.

Morrigan has several siblings, and out of all of them he was the oldest and the one with the most powerful magic. His parents realised they basically had a child prodigy on their hands, and this led to him basically being in a Riddle-type situation.

He was their trophy, their showpony, far outshining his siblings and essentially "overcoming" the monstrous-ness that everyone hates with his skill in magic. Don't think he liked the attention, though, his parents' praise was very conditional and he didn't exactly get himself in their favour when trying to protect his siblings from them. Despite his efforts, his siblings are still incredibly jealous of him and kinda don't like him :(

Now with this upbringing, naturally he has an intense strive to be the absolute best of the best. Master every spell, win every duel, ace every test. Like Riddle, he has a LOT of anger due to his treatment and situation, but unlike Riddle this anger caused him to frequently get into violent fights with his schoolmates and come home bruised and bloodied.

At NRC, this got worse. At first he was well behaved like Azul or Riddle would be, but eventually he realised he no longer had his parents breathing down his neck.... and just kinda went batshit.

Now, he's wasn't a complete asshole constantly all the time. In fact many found him charming, handsome, too. However he was a bit of a bully and easily angered, and when he got angry enough he got extremely violent. He beat the ever loving shit out of his own dorm leader, and part of the reason he was almost expelled was because when fighting with some guy, he tried to bite their throat (reminder his teeth are like the tweels...)

In his third/fourth year tho, he was kinda like "Well shit I don't think this is good for me" and started working on being better.

When he began looking for internships, he wasn't sure what to do. His parents just wanted him to do "something important", they didn't care all that much as long as it brought in a lot of money and recognition and didn't make them look bad.

Everyone told him he should be a magishift player, police, etc, etc, but he wasn't interested in any of that.

However, through some self assessment he realised he did work well with kids and they always liked him, and he was food at teaching/helping his friends study, so he thought "Hey, why not teaching?"

He ended up teaching at a magic school for gifted merfolk, and the reason is because all of them are "gifted kids," and he didn't want them to suffer and struggle like he did. That is a very important job. His parents were not impressed, but it could be worse and he was stubborn, so they "allowed it" (even though he's an adult wtufjasgj)

As he got older, he developed better control over his temper, but he would still get violent if REALLY mad.

And then he met Silas, and they do try to kill each other upon first meeting :P. They fall in love, get married, and have kids, but Morrigan is murdered before they- (well, just Finn) are born.

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[kankuroplease]

Manda x Nisshoku hcs pls 🐍🖤

Some HCs I have for them (semi in order)

For Manda, it was love at first sight

This beautiful person just appeared out of the blue and made time stand still as she took his breath away

Then he remembered where they were and promptly escorted her out Ryūchi cave

Sho wasn’t sure what to make of Manda, but was very grateful he helped her out of a dangerous situation

So grateful, she shows up at Ryuchi cave again to get his name despite him telling her to leave and not come back

After watching her pace the entryway for some time, Manda finally decides to revile himself

That’s when he learns that her name is Nisshoku and she came to Ryuchi cave looking for answers about her father, Orochimaru.

Also, that she’s unbelievably trusting and relatively naive which makes him worry about her. She thinks he’s a civilian hanging out here because it’s “nice”

She kept showing up on the dates she promised to over the years to share meals with him as he was kind and didn’t make her feel anxious like others often do

When asked where she was going by Akiko, she’d simply say to visit her friend

He was easy to talk to and he didn’t recoil at the mention of her father. Nor did he refute her positive memories of her father, which was refreshing ����

Eventually he asked if her significant other wouldn’t be worried that she was visiting him so much smooth

And he had to fight back his smile when she told him she didn’t have one

By now Sho was very much enamored with Manda. Even if he wasn’t some rich guy like her mother had hoped she’d marry and he was a shinobi

She spent a lot of time cowering behind others, but Manda gave her the courage she’d always been missing

So when Manda asked if she would give him a chance as her boyfriend, she shrieked yes

Annoying a few of the cave inhabitants and starting any guest present

Sho had no issues paying for dates and things as she got a ridiculous allowance from Tora

Manda insists he doesn’t need anything. Her presence to feel happy and that she can save her money for treating herself

He won’t turn down a good book tho and Sho uses that to her advantage when looking for gifts for him

By then he would be working with her Hoshigaki cousins (who were more than happy to have an extra hand with trades/muscle and they honestly can’t wait to see their aunts face when she meets the guy)

The pay is modest, but everyone is friendly and it’s closer to Sho 🖤

Manda said “I love you” first and Sho tackled him with a hug, because no, she loves him more

They tickle fight. More like Manda will tickle Sho because she’s highly ticklish and she’s been trying to find his tickle spot he doesn’t have one

PDA isn’t a problem with them but they don’t over do it. Simple hand holding and quick smooches

Much more cuddly/intimate in private

Because Sho burns in the sun, Manda often holds her parasol for her or puts his hat on her for protection.

Manda refused to let her wash lipstick stain off the jacket she face planted into and wore it everywhere because he thought it was funny

Sho loves the way Manda smiles and laughs. She thinks his split black tongue is so cute 🥰

Manda lets Sho’s albino boa give him kisses because it makes her happy.

They’re both night owls and sometimes put on shadow plays for tourists at the bathhouse or go moon viewing if the sky is clear enough

Sho did try to warn him about her mother (Tora), her mom (Akiko), and her father before meeting them

Manda wasn’t worried. He’s never overly worried about anything really.

He thinks it’s laughable that Tora doesn’t like how he looks and teases about polishing his scalp to make her mad.

He also insists Sho let’s it go because he doesn’t care about it.

They don’t need Tora’s approval or money

They had their wedding shortly after the war with Akiko’s blessings and official made Yugakure their home.

[roarrrgame]

TW: SA

Contrary to the popular opinion that Dragon Age Origins has an impeccable story even by today's standards, I think many aspects of its story have not aged well.

One thing I have problems with is how they deal with the hardening of Alistair. Soft Alistair is so precious he's my baby, but he does not get a good ending. I do believe that there should be a way of working around soft Alistair’s flaws to give him a better ending even in the in-game world, I can sort of accept the lore reason explanation for most of the consequences of not hardening Alistair, except for one thing, the dark ritual choice.

I think the consent in this choice is absolutely dubious. If you have to choose between having sex with someone you don’t want to and impregnating them, or dying or having the only person in this world you love to die, the consent you give in this decision, is not real consent in my earnest opinion.

One example is a landlord advertising free tenancy in exchange for sex. If you have no money and the only other choice is living on the street and be vulnerable to all sorts of crime including rape and worse, the rational choice is unfortunately taking the landlord’s offer. But this does not make the landlord’s actions not an offence.

It’s not a perfect parallel to the in game choice but also the game is not real. I don’t blame Morrigan necessarily (discussions below), but I do blame the devs, because it definitely will not work if Morrigan were a man. It’s clear that the writing was aimed at a straight male audience at that time who would think haha a sexy woman offering me sex? I won’t refuse even if there’s no reward. It’s similar to how a lot of people still think if a female teacher had sex with an underaged male student it’s ok or even a win for the student.

It absolutely broke my heart when my romanced softened Alistair had to do this (the game even gives you a cut scene to watch ffs). I had not hardened him, purposefully, and protected him in every round because I thought he was the only light in a time of darkness (I also played as an elven mage btw). It’s beyond cruel to have him have sex with someone he hates so much and produce a bastard who has no father just like him.

Especially since he takes sex very seriously. Even when you are in a relationship if you are not close enough, even just merely asking for it, he disapproves a lot. And he was a virgin before your romance and he intends not to have sex with anyone ever. I can’t imagine the psychological trauma the ritual would give someone in this situation even if it was necessary.

If he was hardened I wouldn’t have minded so much because hardened Alistair is pragmatic and wouldn’t mind the ritual as much. I watched the ending where the romanced Warden sacrifices herself and King Alistair grieves her. To me even this ending is less sad than softened Alistair performing the ritual with Morrigan.

I thought of not doing it and killing my Warden in the end, but what’s the fucking point? Alistair would lose the love of his life for no fucking reason. If he was hardened and made King I believe he could've taken the news a little better.

I understand the lore reasons for this fucking mess, but again it’s a fucking game, it’s a fuckup from the devs. Imagine if the PC had to have sex with a man and give birth to a child (magical or natural pregnancy), or otherwise had to die, how much backlash and complaints would they get from the players? How would the consent look? So I do not accept any in-game lore excuses for this narrative decision.

My biggest in-game takeaway from this tho, is that Flemeth is one abusive bitch (one reason I’m very skeptical of Mythal’s morality). I don’t necessarily blame Morrigan for the dark ritual because she’s barely an adult in Origins and has been groomed by her mother and raised in social isolation all her life. Flemeth kills and rapes men for sport and masks the dangers in their unstable life as a game for child Morrigan. She grooms Morrigan to do the same as her when she grows up and one day becomes the vessel of her and/or Mythal’s spirit. I think there’s also mentions/hints for physical abuse but I’m not gonna dig deeper into it.

So yeah I have a lot of sympathy for Morrigan even though I’m (I think understandably) mad at her too. She did what her mother would want her to do and she did what she thought was the best because of her mother’s teachings. She was also a socially stunned, scared and traumatised young adult. She went on to become a better mother for her child, and she later made the fragment of Mythal in her a better mother too, it seems, in Veilguard.

Btw I also hate the use of children as plot devices, speaking of Kieran. Fucking leave the kids alone.

[like-wuatafauq]

Every time I think about the recent election it makes me wanna grab a drink and smoke a cigarette.

It's so fucking exhausting seeing ppl still try to defend the "it would have still been the same" like no it wouldn't have. And when ppl specifically were saying that encouraging ppl to vote wasn't about forcing american Palestinians to vote but letting them choose whether they even wanted to vote, and how it was more about having more people voting who were in more privileged positions, a lot of ppl completely and purposefully misunderstood and exploit that. Those ppl piss me off so much like yall dont think about the countless ppl who give and give to causes and marches, protests,picketing etc. Who now have to redirect their focus just so they can stay alive or even stay in America.

I've been seeing videos of ppl opening up about how not being able get the Healthcare they need and can die without it and therefore won't have the ability to go to events. Black women who are immigrants crying about how tired they are and have to now redirect their focus instead of being able to plan and lead events or even continue making content bcuz they have to focus on their plans if they can't stay here. So on and so on. Yall dont think about those ppl, yall dont think about us. The women, the poc, queer ppl, people who understand what it means to fight and are the main ones who show up to events (when honestly being able to show up to events is already such a privilege bcuz it takes time,costs money, etc)

Unfortunately bcuz of this, it has only led to more racism and more suffering.

I'm so incredibly lucky and thankful for all I have and therefore try to do what I can to physically show up to things but fuck man, im not gonna pretend I'm not mad when someone tells me "well ppl who go to those protests will understand" especially when they don't know how their ignorance has just put my family and friends and just countless others in America in very dangerous and shitty situations. No I don't understand and I'm pretty sure if other ppl who will no longer be able to fight for the causes, that they'll "understand" why atleast you can sleep with a clear conscious at night even tho you discouraged ppl to vote, twisted ppls words, and focused solely on attacking a black woman.

[sammydem0n64]

Hmmm GNC Trio fun facts?

Yessss yesss keep these coming I love waffling about randos

Garmella:

-I know I said the reason he's chill with Cheon being a mafia boss is because he thinks it's attractive... and yeah good for them, I ALSO think it kinda goes deeper. Like he's not 100% ok with it he's not justifying the crimes, it's moreso he understands this is a revenge thing and he wants Cheon to succeed in avenging his parents, with the added bonus of getting rid of dangerous people in the city! Obtuse ways to make Nabisca a safer place! I also just think he's p desensitized to it all, so there's that

-He paints whatever comes to mind; a lot of his pieces are very experimental and are just him throwing whatever colors come to mind at the board! These naturally don't get sold for profit, but he likes having them around since it shows his creative process

-He doesn't use models for his work. If Tisa's vain ass ever asks he will politely say no BUT he'll also decline the second the words leave her mouth so-

-I do think he's aware that Medge is a drug dealer, he just doesn't say anything since it's clear Medge doesn't want him to know. Like Cheon's mafia stuff, Garmella sympathizes with Medge's occupation because he KNOWS he had to turn to it when they were younger to keep food on the table. He doesn't agree with it morally and he does want him to one day get a different job, but rn he'll play dumb and hand over the bail money so Medge doesn't feel bad <3

-Likewise (on the topic of Medge), he and Keyla had a very awkward stare down when she moved in with him. Just total silence without blinking. Fun times!

-He likes playing dumb if you couldn't tell from the fact he's super knowledgeable on like, everything in this family but no one knows that he does. He's done this ever since he was a kid because it keeps altercations low, gets people to not see him as a threat and in general, it's fun to collect gossip when people think you're just a dumb blond sweetheart!

-He and Medge's surname (maiden name in Garmella's case) is Gooye, pronounced "Gooey"

Stripe:

-He and Whipe were inseparable as kids, they're both as equally protective of each other!

-He's def a college dropout. No shade tho that's just how it is!

-The other detectives are vaguely aware of him since Hopper and Midge have brought him up, but none of them go to him for information like Hopper does. If they did, unless it was Mallow, he'd probably just make a snide comment and tell them to mind their business. He likes being his boyfriend's informant! (Mallow gets respect for being one of Hopper's closest friends)

-You gotta be very strong and flexible to be a stripper, so he def has a lot of strength that people don't realize. He can lift Midge up with ease, same for any other kids her age (or multiple!). He likes seeing people lose their shit when he shows off this strength

-His original concept was that he was gonna 100% be a very soft, shy guy who was only a stripper for the money. Fuck that he loves working as a gay stripper. First iteration Stripe would probably die seeing the current him-

-He kinda has suspicions on the Oreona family and the mafia ties... mostly Gleo since he has interacted with her (his sister's boss' gf) but he only makes jokes about it. He doesn't want Hopper investigating some random woman because he thinks she's sus- (even tho he's RIGHT)

-Thinks Wreme's dad is patheic and laughed when he got word that he got divorced. Yeah Wreme's parents are divorced lol their dad is fighting for his life over it

Holt:

-He was a scene kid in high school.

-He's also a metalhead. Loves his metal music.

-I keep his family vague bc 1) I don't know the whole deal with his family lol FGHJK and 2) you really don't need to know the full picture. All I'll say is that he's not an only child, and certain matters will definitely paint his homelife as a bad one. Whether his parents contributed to it (or were even there, he may be an orphan) isn't stated but. well. you notice I've been giving him scars, yeah?

-He actually graduated university with a really good degree, something in marketing I think. He just doesn't have a good corporate job bc it's not his style AND you think he can become a business man like Gregory? In this economy? He doesn't think so!

-He. He doesn't have friends. Like yeah he gets along with people in town that he gossips with and has small talk with, but he genuinely didn't have friends until Colton and the rest of GNC trio came into his life. Damn Holt!!

-A lot of his appearance is a lie. I don't just mean he uses a shit ton of makeup on his face. Dude yassifies himself in the morning every day and I will not elaborate rn

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

[meili-sheep]

Just realized i have a penchant for Kaeya fighting to-be Diluc’s suitors or partners to the most non-violent and aggressive things ever-- like dance battles, sports matches, who can make the best snowcones, etc.

Its probably because, despite how much Kaeya wants to keep him away from all that, he doesnt want any bad blood between all parties involved and just wishes for Diluc’s happiness

So he fights them in any way that isnt an actual physical fight or battle. Although id imagine if this was Chiluc, he'd get really close to just straight up punching Childe in the face AHAH

Oh Kaeya, Childe is a bit battlecrazed-- if you introduce him to fights that arent "fights", you have just created possibly the most dangerous skill monkey in all of Teyvat.

Imagine if he accidentally challenges fucking zHONGLI to a history battle AHAHA-- KAEYA WOULD GET FUCKING FLOORED--

Oh my god, Kaeya goes to challenge Itto but Itto is 10 billion steps ahead of him and challenges him to an onikabuto battle-- KAEYAS GONNA HAVE TO CRAWL AROUND ALL OF INAZUMA TO FIND A BUG FOR THIS-- DILUC IS OFF TO THE SIDE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED THAT BROUGHT HIM TO THIS POINT AHAHAHA

Highkey feel like Albedo would be the only one that Kaeya would approve of, but itd still be hilarious if he challenges him to something tho so-- Kaeya v Albedo, carnival/arcade games, i feel like Kaeya would go for this since Albedo is a little too focused on his research to play these during festivals and stuff. He might have a chance if he picks the game carefully

Thoma might also be someone Kaeya approves but he hAS TO PROTECT HIS BROTHER DAMMIT SO CHALLENGE IT IS-- windgliding race, amber is the referee. Hes betting on the fact that hes been stuck in Inazuma for a while and hadnt had the chance to freely windglide due to the constant lightning. Too bad for Kaeya, Diluc is a great windgliding teacher and its like Thoma never even stopped windgliding for years--

What the fuck would Kaeya even challenge Xiao to-- oh my god i got it while i was writing this-- the fUCKING PILE-EM-UP GAME AHAHAHAHAHAH-- JUST-- THE IMAGE OF THE CAVALRY CAPTAIN OF MONDSTAT AND THE VIGILANT YAKSHA ADEPTUS XIAO GLARING DAGGERS AT EACH OTHER AS THEY TRY TO PRECARIOUSLY PILE UP FOOD IS HILARIOUS TO ME AND IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO SUGGEST IT AHAHAHA

Eula, eula, eula, what would he challenge her to? Oh my god. Dance off. Eula thinks shes gonna win because she dances a lot in her free time but then Kaeya just turns to Venti, goes "gimme a beat", and starts fucking bREAKDANCING-- THIS IS NOT THE DANCING EULA EXPECTED BUT SHES TRYING HER BEST--

So the only one I think Kaeya would actually approve of is Thoma. cause he knows Thoma is a good guy. Like everyone else can screw off even Albedo. Cause you can't convince me, Kaeya fully trusts Albedo. You just can't. Like yeah, they bond over caring for Klee, but still, Albedo gives the vibes he has his own goal and will place them above all else. Also, Albedo and Diluc would never talk about their relationship, so Kaeya would hear about it until Klee spills the beans about them planning to get married or something.

And funny enough, Kaeya would start out liking Zhongli but quickly grow to LOATH him as he sees Diluc buy everything for him and ends up probably convinced that Zhongli is totally in it for Diluc's money. Probably ends up as the one Kaeya hates the most. Cause with the other, he can kind of see how well they treat Diluc and the effort they put in. It is much harder to see that with Zhongli.

Eula is not allowed cause she's obviously trying to use Diluc to clear her name.

Xiao is probably the one Kaeya grows to like the most and ends up slotted behind Thoma. Because I can see Kaeya noticing how Xiao is always so very careful with Diluc. And honestly won't talk about really anything until you talk about Diluc. So Yeah

So here is Kaeya's rating of Diluc's suiters.

Thoma -> Xiao-> -> Itto -> Eula -> -> -> Albedo -> Childe -> -> -> -> -> Ayato->-> -> -> -> -> -> Donna -> -> -> -> -> -> -> Zhongli

Also, none of this means Kaeya will stop being a little shit to Diluc's partners. It just means he's less likely to try and cause problems.

[dianaburnwood]

FREELANCER Gameplay Reveal

screaming, crying etc. 

Had a lot going on today so took me a while to get this post out, but let’s talk about that reveal!!!

ok listen I dunno WHAT it is about injured 47 that is so enticing but I never even imagined they would have in-game cutscenes to go with it? Haven’t seen him looking this beat up since Contracts. 

This is really bringing him back to his roots, fighting for every inch of progress, death always just around the corner.

And speaking of Contracts vibes: 

I am very excited by the amount of cutscene content this reveal shows. It’s honestly already more than I was expecting, I figured Freelancer realisation would be focused on gameplay, leaving little room for anything else. But these little snippets of 47 doing NEW things has me like !!!!

In general, Freelancer as a mode has way more newness than I was expecting. A lot of it seems Blood Money inspired, such as earning money, purchasing of upgrades, and what appears to be almost a throwback to the notoriety system with the alerted territories feature.

Also really like the optional objectives for extra payout. This also means a TON of replay value, as you may not have access to the gear you need to complete all of these objectives the first time round. Especially for prestige objectives!

I am not sure how I feel about the in-game currently being called mercers. Obvy a play on merces letifer but, eh. 

Really interested in how they’ve built on the investigation gameplay of Dartmoor to allow 47 to ascertain who his final target is during these campaigns. That adds a whole other level to this narratively too, as you really feel like you’re on your own with limited intel, while other assassins make things dangerous for you.

I am really enjoying the attention to detail in the safehouse itself, starting off with moving boxes and eventually settling 47 in his home. It seems really lovingly crafted. 

Timeline

We heard our girl Diana loud and clear, so Freelancer does not take place during 47′s year away from her. Due to this, I’m not expecting the weather at the safehouse to undergo seasonal changes as it is not marking the passing of a single year (though I would be so happy if we got to see changes like that anyway!). 

Baby who are all those presents for 👀

It seems to me that Freelancer takes place after the New Deal cinematic, with Diana and 47 working together as partners. Though as 47 is booking his own flights, doing his own research, and buying and packing his own gear, Diana must be chilling on the sun lounger during these missions lmao

Dunno why this says ICA approved tho... unless 47 and Diana are actually still working for the ICA but as freelancers because the ICA is still picking up the pieces?

I’m expecting Freelancer to be a great opportunity to add fresh content and new maps to HITMAN while narratively laying the groundwork for Diana and 47 to return to a newly resurfaced ICA in a future Hitman game (assuming they haven’t already, or that IOI don’t go for a hard reboot in their next Hitman outing). 

I guess use of that private plane was an ICA perk after all... 

[mushroom-economy]

Drunk

Word count: 2.0k

Summary: At a get together with your old class, Izuku ends up getting drunk. Things spiral from there.

Warnings: drinking alcohol (duh😒), crybaby izu, Izuku’s the only one that gets drunk, he calls reader “pretty” and “gorgeous” a lot lmao, gender neutral reader, fighting—not angst tho, (it isn’t mentioned but reader replaces Mineta), sfw, unless you count Izuku being sickeningly in love with reader, not beta read, I have no experience with drunk people🧍

Despite being clear on the way to being the symbol of peace, Izuku had many weaknesses.

All Might merchandise, you, soft blankets, spicy foods, tickling, bugs … just to name a few. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’ve come home to the sheepish hero Deku sitting on your bed holding some new form of an All Might product. Or the amount of times you’ve had to roll him out of your blankets just to get him to go to work. You even ended up having to ban soft blankets from your bed entirely, so he wouldn’t stay home every day.

Not to mention his whole alcohol thing, which was just pitiful at this point. The mere scent of an alcoholic beverage sent him into an anxious rant about why he can’t have any, one you usually had to stop with a kiss—or a smack to the forehead. He didn’t even drink the little flutes of champagne given to him at fancy events.

You have many memories of him, Katsuki, Shouto, and Momo all hidden away during the larger parties your class would secretly hold in your second and third years, to avoid being offered alcohol. You’re sure your classmates had plenty of videos of their reactions when cornered, even you had one of the time Katsuki and Izuku worked together to launch themselves out of a window.

The build up of never being able to drink stopped them from being able to form a tolerance of any kind as teens. You understood why, though. With a powerful quirk, especially with one like One For All, consuming alcohol posed too many dangerous possibilities. Still, it didn’t make it all any less funny.

However, tonight was different.

Class A had decided to have a fun get together on one of the rare occasions all twenty of you were available. It all started with Mina complaining in the group chat, whining about how it had been forever since you’ve all been together. Then, next thing you knew you’d all settled on a date where everyone was free. Such was the life of a pro hero.

Once the date and time was decided, you all (read: Shouto) pooled together enough money to rent out a section of a special pro hero bar. It resided in Hosu, a simple single story built in a more secluded part of town. Appearing as a normal, boring whire office building, it hid its true purpose from the public—and more importantly: villains.

The perfect place for heroes to relax and let loose. Not only was it private, but it also had quirk suppressing technology lining its walls, as well as bouncers trained by the hero commission. In case things ever got out of hand.

Which brought you to your current predicament: your husband, face flushed from drinking, pressed up against you. Trying to flirt with you.

Izuku looked absolutely adorable, already drunk off his ass from a few cocktails. Babbling anything that came to his mind, which mainly consisted of compliments.

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Izuku asked, holding your hands in his own. He moved his face closer to yours. “Cause you’re really, really, really … really pretty.”

You giggled as he spoke, pressing a kiss to his fingers. His expression was schooled to one of the utmost seriousness, as if the knowledge that you are attractive is extremely important information for you to know. You couldn’t help but grin fondly at him as he blinked lazily, his words coming out slurred.

You decided to tease him.

“You know, my husband actually loves telling me how much he likes my appearance. He does it pretty much daily, it’s really cute. And really hot, to be honest. I like men confident enough in their masculinity to compliment others without feeling it makes them less of a man.” You sent him a wink that didn’t match your tender smile. It was one of your favorite traits of Izuku, and even though it should be the bare minimum for men, you couldn’t help but praise him for it every chance you got.

Instead of flustering like you expected, his eyes widened and he tried to yank himself away from you. But he had poor coordination with his body, and ended up stumbling further into you. You jumped up as he nearly crashed onto the floor, steadying him on his feet and forcing him to sit back down. You didn’t fail to notice his trembling.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” You frowned in concern, reaching up to brush his bangs from his sweaty forehead. You felt a pang of hurt when he swatted your hand away.

“You’re married!” he cried in despair, finally looking up at you with tear filled eyes. “I shouldn’t like you so much! I can’t like you! You’re so so pretty, and I like you so, so, so much, but…” he trailed off, eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he noticed the band on his left hand. He brought it up to his face, eyes wide in horror. “And I’m married too!” He looked absolutely distraught, it was surprising he hadn’t started crying yet.

You blinked.

And blinked again.

Then laughed, grabbing his face and rubbing his cheeks adoringly. “Yeah, to me.”

He stared at you, and you could almost see his mind exploding. The thought made you snicker.

You showed him your own ring. Twisting it around, the underneath became visible where his initials had been engraved. You flipped his own palm over and showed him where yours were written as well.

“See, this has your name, and yours has mine.”

He inspected the rings for a couple minutes, before leaning back to look at you. This time his face was full of disbelief.

“No way… are you serious?”

You smiled, and nodded. “Yes, baby.”

The confirmation made him beam, completely overjoyed. He was smiling so hard his giant eyes were nearly gone behind his freckled cheeks. “Really?”

You nodded again, laughing. “Really.”

“You’re lying.”

You shook your head. “I’m not lying, Izu.”

Then he started crying. You jolted, immediately gripping his face in concern.

“Izuku? What’s wrong?”

But after being with him for so long, you should’ve known better.

“‘M just so happy,” he sobbed, dopey grin still on his face. “You’re just so … wow. And you’re mine?” More tears.

You sighed in a mix of relief and exasperation, petting his head as he buried it into your chest. His body shook as he continued to cry from happiness.

“It’s alright, baby.”

“Love you s’much.”

“Love you too.”

“The fuck’s wrong with Izuku?” A gruff voice asked, and you looked up to see Katsuki, angry as usual.

Despite the scowl on his face, you could see worry in his red eyes. He may have grown since his UA days, dropping the mean nickname and considered him and Izuku friends, but he still refused to show his emotions properly.

It was his Bakugou Katsuki charm, as Denki had dubbed it.

You agreed, it was endearing in a way. But it was still in a Katsuki way, and because you desired to live past retirement, you never told him so.

Apparently Denki didn’t wish the same for himself, seeing as he made the comment right to Katsuki, and ended up getting an explosion to the face.

You never felt sympathy for him during those situations, knowing brought it upon himself.

“Kachan!” Izuku gasped excitedly at the sound of the blond’s voice, pulling away to grin at his best friend. “Look Kachan! This is my spouse! Can you believe it? Aren’t they so pretty?”

Katsuki stared at him. “Uh… yeah, nerd. I was in your wedding. And they’re okay looking, I guess.” You raised your eyebrows at the almost compliment. Possibly tipsy, then.

Izuku gasped as if Katsuki had personally offended him. “What do you mean “okay”?! They’re gorgeous!” He squished your face, bringing it closer to Katsuki’s to show him.

Katsuki gave you an amused look. “How much did he drink?”

You snickered. “One too many cocktails. Dunno why he thought he could handle them.” It came out muffled from Izuku’s grip.

Izuku cut in before Katsuki could respond. “Kachan! Agree with me!”

Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Sure, Izuku.”

“Aren’t they gorgeous?!”

“Yes, Izuku. They’re … gorgeous.” You snickered at Katsuki’s blush, the explosive hero sending you a glare in return.

Suddenly you were jerked back into Izuku’s hold. He tucked you into his side, arms protectively circling around your body. Letting out a noise akin to a growl, he glared at Katsuki with a ferocity you didn’t even know he could direct towards him. With your head pressed against his chest you could feel his heart beating rapidly with adrenaline, as if he were in mortal danger.

“They’re mine.” Your hair began to stand on end, and you flinched when you saw green lightning rolling off of Izuku’s arms. Oh fuck, he was mad.

Hopefully the quirk suppressors worked as well as everyone said.

“Woah man, what’s going on?” Eijirou stepped in, having been walking by to get more drinks. They were forgotten though as he put himself between you, Izuku, and Katsuki.

A common occurrence during your UA days, only you were used to watching from afar. You were too on edge to reminisce, though.

“Kachan’s trying to steal my spouse away from me!”

“You made me compliment them! I don’t like them like that!”

“Lies! How can you not like them?!”

“Because I fucking don’t! You don’t control the way I feel!”

“What do you mean you just don’t?!”

Eijirou met your tired gaze, face contorted in confusion.

“What are they doing?” He asked, just loudly enough to be heard over the pair’s shouting match.

“Fighting.”

He gave you an unamused look, and turned to Katsuki.

“Katsuki, you’re making it worse,” Eijirou murmured to the blond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He huffed in irritation, but turned away.

Izuku’s grip on you tightened. You looked back at his face, and almost snorted. He looked like an angry puppy, face red from alcohol.

An angry puppy that could make the entire building collapse, even with his quirk suppressed, you reminded yourself.

Definitely need to do something about that.

You snuggled into him, feeling him relax slightly at your contact. You could use that to your advantage. Somehow, you managed to turn yourself around enough to reach a hand up and cup Izuku’s face lovingly. “Darling, you don’t have to worry about Katsuki. I only have eyes for you, Izuku.”

His threatening aura dissipated in a flash; as if a light switch had been flicked off. Picking you up, he maneuvered you to sit in his lap properly, and buried his face in your neck once you were comfortable. You snickered when you felt how hot his face was burning on your skin, reaching up to comb your fingers through his soft hair.

Eijirou dragged Katsuki away when he started making gagging noises at the show of affection. You watched as they joined your ex-peers, laughing as Katsuki was eventually coaxed onto the dance floor with the others.

Izuku stayed practically glued to you for a while after, pressing kisses to your shoulder every now and then. Contented to just bask in each other’s company, you ordered another drink from the bartender. They were obviously annoyed at Izuku, shooting angry glances at him every few seconds, but complied. Probably trying to get you to leave as soon as possible.

“Why don’t you go back to complimenting me,” you joked once the silence became too boring for you.

Izuku seemed to like the idea, seeing as he literally brightened at your words. He nuzzled his face into your neck as he began rattling off praise again.

“Yeah! You’re sooooooo pretty! And smart! And talented! And gorgeous! And pretty!”

“Sweetie, you already said pretty.”

“You are very, very attractive.”

You snorted. “Alright, Izu.”

“And I love you very, very much.”

“I love you very, very much too, Izuku.”

“Not as much as I love you, though.”

“Um, excuse me. I love you more than you love me.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Mhmm!”

The bartender groaned under their breath as you fought over who loved the other more. This was going to be a very long night.

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

I know we all agree that Howard was a shitty father but what’s your thoughts on Maria as a mother? I know we’ve seen nothing from her/her parenting but doesn’t it say a lot that she stayed in a marriage even tho her child was abused and neglected. I think she stayed for money reasons and that sucks

I was gonna let this sit for a hot minute to work on homework, but I am not gonna be able to think about anything else. SO. Thinking with the MCU because that's the canon I'm familiar with; comic and cartoon fans, feel free to have thoughts in the notes.

Firstly, important to point out that, like you said, we know very little about Maria as a mother and as a person. What we do know is indirect; we don't really see her parenting Tony, we just see bits and snippets of Tony's opinions and memories of her; she exists almost entirely in the negative space of her son. So there are probably a hundred different interpretations of her one can get from canon, and not be strictly more or less wrong than anyone else.

I do think it's unfair to immediately conclude that she stayed with her husband for money. We don't know about her personal financial situation, whether or not she had any money or her own, and what her perspectives on finances and divorce were. So while I won't say it wasn't a possibility, I don't think we can cleanly conclude this is what happened based on canon.

Second, we know more about Howard - we know that he was at best neglectful towards Tony (particularly emotionally), at worst physically abusive (based on a comic directly related to and inspired by the movies, which, admittedly, I have not read in full). We know also that Tony had a lot of complicated emotions towards his father, which is not strange or uncommon in abusive relationships. Abusive people aren't abusive all the time because they know no one would put up with them forever otherwise. "The cycle of abuse" exists for a reason. Add to that Howard's death, and I think as the movies get on (*cough* and as the writers showed less and less of an understanding of Tony and his relationships *cough*) Tony gains more of a rosy view of Howard that Howard himself does not earn, which also complicates things.

Third - On the other hand, I don't think Tony ever really says anything negative about Maria, even in the earlier movies when the writers didn't romanticize abusers. In fact, given his memories of her in Civil War and his line "He [Bucky] killed my mom", I would say he probably had a pretty close relationship with his mom, or at least better than he had with Howard. So I don't think she was abusive towards Tony.

So, fourth: why did Maria stay with Howard? Sadly, there are a lot of reasons people stay with abusers even when it becomes clear what they are, and one of those reasons is that it is often more dangerous to leave. Abusers are likely to become violent, even deadly; they stalk their victims, make it so they feel like there's no safe place to go, and often there isn't. Situations are further complicated by children - now, they have to try to protect another, defenseless person as well as themselves. Keep in mind also that an abused partner is likely to not have close relationships outside of their spouse precisely because an abuser will do everything they can to isolate their victim. (This is also one of the reasons why victims often are not believed - the only people they can tell are those who've been hand-selected by their abuser, who are friendly with them, who see that abuser as a "good guy" who would never do the things you said!)

Even if we assume Howard was never physically abusive towards Tony and Maria - even if he was never directly abusive to Maria herself - he was extremely rich, with close ties to SHIELD, making him a VERY powerful man. If she tried to leave, what power would she have to protect her son? With his resources, it would probably not have been difficult for him to get complete custody, even if just to punish her for leaving, or to keep as much control as he could over his son. I interpret Maria as someone who was likely a victim of abuse herself, and truly loved her son, and tried to protect and care him. Whether or not she was able to do so was not a reflection on the victim, but the abuser.

[blossom-tonic]

Don't leave me too~

-> Kaeya x GN!reader

Credit's for the pic: 優雨 on pixiv

It was a warm sunny day in Mondstadt. The sun was brightly shining in the clear sky on the Plaza as the famous Calvery Captain of the knights of Favonius was through Mondstadt. His destination? Angel Share.

As usual Kaeya Alberich is going to his favorite and only one bar in Mondstadt on his free day. One of the reasons was to go and see his "dear" brother Diluc Ragenvindr and purposely annoy him but also he wanted to have taste of dandelion wine.

As he opens the door if the bar he expected to see Diluc, scrowling at the sight of him but instead he saw (y/n).

A very dear person to him.

But still it's unusual for them to be sitting in angel share in the middle of the day and especially with a wine glass in their hand. (y/n) was never a drinker they always accompany Kaeya and Rosaria to the bar but never has seen Kaeya the young traveller drinking.

This thought concerns him a little bit which made him go to the said person having his charming smile as he began talking

"what's the famous traveller from (your region) doing on a sunny day in angel share with a wine glass in hand?" He said with a smile putting his weight in his left hand as he put it in the table where (y/n) was sitting.

They heard the familiar voice if a good friend if theirs which put a major smile on their face

"well... original i wanted to go see Diluc and talk to him for the last time but unfortunately he was absent today so now I'm enjoying my first and last dandelion wine. Which i must say it's the only alcohol that actually is tasty in my opinion" they explained rather jokingly while giving the cryo vision Bearer their typical closed eyed smile which would lighten the Calvery Captains day anytime but the fact that (y/n) wanted to go see Diluc was itching him but it wasn't the main thing that's bothering him

"wait, what do you mean by "talking to Diluc the last time,, or "my first and last wine,,?" He asked while having a puzzled expression on his way, which was rare to be honest since all of the Mondstadt knows him as the "calm and charming Calvery Captains,,.

"oh so Master Jean didn't told you? I'm leaving Mondstadt for a little while. I want to go home and see how things are there... You could say i got a little homesick. I was planning on leaving tomorrow so i wanted to at least try the famous dandelion wine from dawn winery" they explained while slowly circulating her glass and looking at the red substance.

Kaeya didn't know which fact hurted more... The fact that (y/n) is gonna leave or the fact that they didn't even wanted to tell him in person but trusted the Acting Grand Master.

"but... you're coming back right?" He asked not letting his upset aura showing and hope they say yes

"well...to be honest, i don't know."

This answer made his heart stop. It was like one arrow was shot directly at his heart.

"i was planning on staying in (your region) for awhile but the maybe continue to travel" they explained while still looking at the wine glass. They weren't keen on leaving either especially since they already felt like home in Mondstadt but they wanted to see the family again to make sure they're alright.

The Calvery Captain was not a dumb man, he knew what his was feeling towards them was and he hated himself for getting this kind of connection towards somebody but still... (Y/n) made his life not seem dull anymore, and the fact that another Person is leaving him again is making him feel devastated.

"well... It was nice seeing you Kaeya but i have to go now. I need some money and the commissions aren't doing them by themselves" (y/n) said joyful as they put the glass on the table and was standing up to go out if the bar.

Instantly Kaeya wanted them to stop walking or making them stop, to convince them to stay here in Mondstadt, to stay with him but he held himself back. Deep down he knows that this is what is right for them, being in a close relationship with him was dangerous and he knows how family is important to them.

So he just let go, watching their frame getting closed by the door.

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The sky was getting darker as the traveller was walking to their home while surpassing a yawn. They took a lot of commissions, each one harder then the lady but the amount of Mora was worth it.

As they opened their House door they immediately took off their shoes, and made their way to the bath to get some dirt of their body. As the water ran slowly into the tub, (y/n) took of their clothes and began slowing getting in the tub. They sigh in bliss as the warm water was in contact with their body.

As they relaxed in the tub, the conversation with Kaeya came into their mind. It was wrong for them not telling him in person and they knew that but honestly deep down (y/n) didn't want leave Mondstadt, they didn't want leave their new home, their knew friends and most importantly they don't want to leave Kaeya but even tho Mondstadt became their new home (y/n) could never abandoned their original home.

After some time, the traveller was out of the tub and already in their sleeping chambers, changing out if their dirty clothes to something comfortable as they heard a loud but damp knock. They immediately got of the room and made their way to the front door. With a puzzled expression on their face, since they weren't expecting anyone, they slowly open the door just to see Diluc infront of the door with a passed out Kaeya on his back.

"come in and lay him on the couch." (Y/n) just said calmly, thinking that Kaeya's just passed out bc he drunk a lot like always.

Diluc just nodded as thank you and made his way to the couch and put his brother on it while sighing

"i assume that he just drank a lot and passed out and because your such a good brother you decided to drag him to his dear friend so they can take care of him" (y/n) talked with some joking sarcasm in her tone if voice but Diluc could only sigh. He didn't show it but he was worried about Kaeya.

"he was mumbling some nonsense, while sulking around so...just take care if him please" he said without emotion what was typical but this time the hint if worry was heard in his voice but before (y/n) could ask what he meant he already got out of the house.

(y/n) was now more clueless then before, usually they saw Kaeya as joyful drunk, always laughing, enjoying his time and also shamelessly letting his charm out but to hear him sulking while being drunk was something the traveller couldn't imagine.

As they trying to think about what Diluc said, they were also filling a glass full of water to give for the cryo user. They put the glass down on the little table which was beside the couch and slowly shaking the Calvery Captain. The said man was slowly waking up, tiredly open the one eye that was visible slowly adjusting to the light. He was trying to get up but a soft hand was lightly pushing him down again while also spoking in a soft voice

"lay down. You need the rest." Said (y/n) while also handing him the glass of water which Kaeya gladly took and also began drinking it. The cold water that was slowly going down his throat was helping with burning sensation from the alcohol and made his head pain a little bit bearable.

"what am I doing here?" He asked after putting the glass down but he refused to look into (y/n) eyes

"well diluc said-" she couldn't continue her sentence as Kaeya sighed in annoyance

"Diluc should mind his own business."

"well you know that he doesn't like passed out costumers in his bar but that's not the point. He said you where "sulking around"...so what wrong? I kinda felt that you were off since our conversation in angels share..." The (your vision) user asked with worry. It was rare that they showed they worry about anything really but it's about Kaeya.

"it's nothing really, i shouldn't be hear in the first place. You need the rest so I'll just leave you be." He shortly explained already sitting up and standing up which leads to him wobbling a bit since he still feel the alcohol in his body.

(y/n), worried that he might hurt himself, wrapped one arm around his waist to steady hin and also taking one if his hands and sitting him down again.

"No. You're staying here for to night, i know that you are capable of walking but I don't trust your drunk self." They calmly explained still holding his hand but letting go of his waist.

Kaeya now looking at the their hands while turning his and and wrapping it around (y/n)'s while slowly stroking it with his thumb. It felt nice holding their hand. It made him feel warm and calm and made him forgot that this person who was bringing him happiness for change is gonna leave him soon.

"(y/n), it's maybe the drunk me talking right now but...can I ask you something?"

"of course. You can ask me anything." She answered truthfully, the fact that he sounds so vulnerable made them worry even more.

"Can you stay? I mean stay here in Mondstadt....stay with me...." He asked. Now was (y/n) sure that he was completely drunk. He didn't sound like the Kaeya they knew, he sounded like sad little boy who was in pain.

"Kaeya...I..."

"Please don't leave..." he said and suddenly the traveler felt themselves being pulled into his chest. His arms wrapping around their frame pulling the close in fear that they would suddenly disappear.

"Please don't leave me too. My father left me, the person who took me in died and my brother hates my guts... you're the only who didn't abandoned me yet...so please don't let me loose another Person i love"

He whispered the words into the crook of their neck, (y/n) could now clearly smell the alcohol but this time she didn't mind it. The Kaeya they saw know was the real one. A broken boy who is afraid to loose again and doesn't know what to do about that.

(y/n) wrapped their arm around the man's body pulling him closer, it was the first time both of them was so close to each other.

"I'm not leaving Kaeya...at least not tonight. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want...let us just stay like this for the night ok?" They whispered, trying to calm the man while softly playing with his blue locks.

Kaeya just nodded closing his eyes and savoring this moment. He would clearly be embarrassed tomorrow of showing this side of him especially infront of you but that didn't matter now. He was just enjoying being closed to you and that's everything he could ask for.

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Ok so kaeya could be a little ooc and the ending could be a bit rushed since once again i wrote this in the middle of night bc my sleep schedule is trash c:

Anyways i hope you guys like it and don't forget you can always leave request if you want me to write something :)

Have a good day/night :3

[emo-and-confused]

Headcannons based on @cb28 ‘s “ceo of many hotels tommy and hotel receptionist tubbo” au art (includes dysfunctional sleepy bois) (awesamdad)

-techno, wilbur, and tommy are phil’s kids

-(the three kids are adopted, techno was adopted when he was five, wilbur was adopted when he was four, and tommy was adopted when he was seven)

-techno is older than wilbur by two years and wilbur is older than tommy by eight years

-phil is this rich businessman. techno is some powerful leader. wilbur is a famous songwriter.

-then tommy owns a hotel

-he's still like 16/17 but he owns and manages it

-techno is the oldest therefore favorite and heir to whatever money and property phil owns

-tommy is least favorite. phil ignored him.

-then one day phil just gave him money and said "stop being a disappointment" so he started his hotel at 15

tommy: i’m going to build a hotel in rage

-then best friend tubbo who works there and is nice to tommy

phil: oh, theseus, my son. come, i was just telling my companions about your ho- who is that?

tommy: this is tubbo.

tubbo: hello :)

-wilbur being the normal brother and treating him like a normal person and taking him and tubbo to hang out and be kids

wilbur: tommy, let’s go get ice cream

tommy: wilbur, ive got things to do, paper work and, and shippments and-

wilbur: tommy.

tommy:

wilbur: let’s go. bring tubbo.

-tommy feels like he has to prove something to phil

-he also feels like he might be able to earn attention from him. that if he works hard enough phil will be proud of him

-wilbur’s music is what makes phil pay attention to him, but when he was a kid phil said his music was never going to be a stable source of income and actively encouraged other future job choices. this only made wilbur more focused on his music

-both tommy and wilbur feel the need to prove themselves

-tommy meets sam when starting up his hotel, and immediately gets attached

-sam is basically his guide, even after building the hotel. sam saw the child and went “yeah he needs parental guidance” and continued to stay in contact with tommy

-tommy is the one who gives sam the creeper mask. because sam is always working on construction and stuff and he's always inhaling debris and tommy likes minecraft so he gives it to him. sam adores it and wears it all the time.

-tommy totally calls him sam nook

sam: hey tommy! just building your hotel. i do need some more things for construction though... could you ship them over to me?

tommy: y'know this reminds me of a game my brother made me play over the holidays...

sam: ... uh,,,, what?

tommy: animal crossing! that's it. you're totally tom nook.

sam: alright, tommy.

-[over emails]

]Mr. Danger Careful Innit,

Could you supply more building materials?

Sincerely, Sam Nook

]Mr. Samuel Nook,

sure.

Sincerely, Tommy

-sam gets a very official hand written contract (the same one as the lore)

-he gets it and just goes with it (there’s a more real contract but tommy values his handwritten one more)

-sam signing it and tommy cheering and immediately going to text phil

sam: and... there you go! signed. :)

tommy: really??? ... YES!!! LETS GO!!! (calls phil and tells him)

-then tommy hanging up and smiling, then looking back over to sam.

tommmy: (clears his throat) um. my apologies. that was very unprofessional. thank you very much, sam.

-tubbo is the receptionist for the main hotel in the chain, (the one tommy is constantly at) but he basically becomes sort of a manager

-tommy sends him off to do multiple jobs throughout the day, and tubbo does them with only little complaint

tubbo: you know i’m not room service right?

tommy: i don’t remember asking

tubbo, already holding the room order: this isn’t my job tho-

tommy: and yet here you are, doing the job

-tommy pays him more than everyone else though, but tubbo doesn’t know that because tommy won’t let him see the usual staff paycheck

-tubbo is half a year older but his parents are constantly away on buisness trips so he is often home alone and has to take care of himself

-tommy is not good with showing his affection, the only one in his family to do so was wilbur. phil just kind of threw money at him on holidays and ignored him the rest of the time, and while techno was a lot more attentive to him, he wasn’t the best at affection either

-when tommy started making money with the hotel, (how very successful hotel chain), to show tubbo he cared he just started offering to buy him things

tommy, upon finding out tubbo likes bees: you know i could buy you a bee sanctuary if you’d like?

tubbo: tommy no-

-tubbo teaches him that money isn’t the only form of showing you care. it’s a long process

tommy: so you’re saying i shouldn’t buy sam a private engineering lab for his birthday?

tubbo: i know for a fact sam wouldn’t know how to accept such a gift and that he’d rather you close the hotel for a day and take him to play laser tag

tommy: ...okay but what if i do that and buy him a private engineering lab?

tubbo:

-the dream team are bell hoppers.

-tommy gets hate for being that young and successful

-the dream team are like “stfu i'm proud to be working for a very successful 16 yo how dare you" and go off on every rich person who says something about tommy’s age

they're still streamers. they just don't tell tommy. (tommy totally knows tho, he’s a 16 year old kid who plays minecraft and animal crossing, ofc he knows they’re video game streamers)

dream: hey tommy-

tommy: yes? is there a reason you're barging into my office?

dream: .. is that... animal crossing music? are you playing on a switch?

tommy: no!! i'm signing very important and legal documents!!! if you have nothing to say, get out!!

dream, to sapnap and george: he’s totally playing animal crossing.

-tommy makes them greet people at the doors and carry peoples bags purely because they’re famous. they don’t know this though

-they don't think tommy knows. tommy and tubbo think it’s hilarious. tommy hints it all the time that he knows but they just think he's being a kid

-quackity is on sam’s building/contracting team

-even after the hotel is built, q comes in to "check up" on the building with sam. and they "make sure nothing is going wrong with the building"

-they really just want to make sure tommy is okay under so much pressure

-wilbur totally has tubbo’s schedule and knows when tubbo’s on break, he can usually be found with tommy in tommy’s office

-wilbur will just barge in and be like “okay let’s go, you need a break”

-one time wilbur came in while sam and quackity were there

wilbur, barging in: kay, tommy, tubbo, let’s-

sam, mid lecture with tommy: you can’t keep doing this!

quackity, also scolding: you need to take a break, man.

tubbo, who noticed wilbur come in: wil! tell tommy he needs to go to bed and sleep! he hasn’t slept in twenty seven hours!

tommy, from his desk, with his head in his hands and leaning over paper work: i’m being ganged up on.

-wilbur instantly likes sam and quackity, because they care for his little brother (he totally has a rivalry with them though, he was there first, and tommy’s actual brother)

-the main hotel in the chain is sometimes used as an international meeting place for big companies and politicians

-more than once has phil or techno needed to stay for a few nights due to major meetings with powerful people

-it’s kind of awkward sometimes because tommy’s the hotel chain owner and since he’s based at the main hotel, he sometimes needs to greet the people going in for meetings

tommy: good afternoon, madam secretary

tommy: good afternoon, mister minister

tommy: good afternoon... *awkward cough* ...technoblade.

-or since he’s the ceo of a big name company, he sometimes has to attend big rich people galas that he hates

tommy: tubbo i literally hate these types of places, when can i leave, when am i allowed to to leave

tubbo, who is tommy’s plus one and moral support: dude i don’t know, i didn’t grow up rich

tommy, who grew up talking care of himself when wilbur wasn’t there: yeah well technically neither did i!

-and his father is a business man..

tommy, faking confidence and striding across the room: tubbo, i have no idea what i’m doing-

phil, from a table a few feet away, calling him over: theseus!

tommy, slowly turning around to see phil with a bunch of other rich people: fuckkkk-

-tommy makes sure everyone calls him tommy and not theseus

[in an interview]

interviewer: so theseus-

tommy: it's tommy.

interviewer: ... alright, tommy. would you like to address the rumors going around of your boyfriend?

tommy: huh??? oh, you mean tubbo? no, we're just best friends. and that's weird. i'm a minor.

interviewer: are you gay, though? we've never seen you date any women.

tommy: no, i do date women! all the time!!

-tommy being legally named "theseus watson" but calling himself "tommy innit"

-wilbur is legally “wilbur watson” but only ever goes by his stage name “wilbur soot”

-they both totally end up changing their names. legally.

-tommy saying i hate men because he just hates his father

-tommy getting scandals and controversies all the time but just by the upper class

-everyone else loves and adores him and knows he's literally just a 16 yo kid so that kind of stuff is a joke and he can say that without getting in trouble

-tommy will be in his office and tubbo will be at the front desk and sometimes tommy will just yell “TUBBOOOOO HELP MEEEEE” if his laptop crashes because Tubbo Tech

tommy: [during a meeting] oh, tubbo's clocked in for work.... TUBBOOO!

tommy: he's gonna come in here. surely. he'll go "hellœ?" surely. he'll walk in here...

tubbo: [walks in the room] hellœ?

-phil still has no idea who tubbo is

wilbur: yeah, i’m going to go check on tommy and tubbo

phil: ..the receptionist?

wilbur: ...

wilbur, internally: also your sons best friend but yeah sure, the receptionist.

-techno is lowkey fond of tubbo

-techno notices how tommy is clinging to tubbo at parties and galas all the time so he tries to get tommy to talk about him

-he likes that tubbo is there for tommy and totally resonates with the chaotic energy the two create

-sometimes when tommy can’t get tubbo in to the parties/galas, and techno is there, tommy will hang around him and steal his things

-like taking his wallet so techno will have to go back to the hotel afterwards and visit tommy

-he does it for attention. 

-tommy lives at the hotel. it’s not technically legal cause he wasn’t emancipated from his family and he’s only 16 but they’re rich so people don’t really say anything

-technically he still has a room at phil’s place, but he stays in a room at the hotel. when designing the place, he made sure to map out an area for his living space

-tubbo takes naps in his room

tubbo: i'm gonna go take a nap in the break room

quackity: there is no break room??

tubbo: yea there is. on the top floor. with the giant door.

quackity:... isn't that tommy's room???

-tubbo sometimes stays the night with tommy, when his parents have been on a business trip for over two weeks. he still goes to in-person school so he usually only stays on weekends during the school year

-tommy does online school, and forces himself to get his schoolwork for the week done over the weekend so he can focus on the hotel and other responsibilities

-he fakes having the “lmao i'm better and have more money also you don't play minecraft" mentality towards other kids and claims that’s why he does online

-it’s actually because he doesn’t have time to balance everything and he was bullied in the past so he switched to online school as soon as he started his hotel

-sometimes tubbo helps him with his classes tommy is overworked. like, in his off time. he has the passwords to tommy's computer so he just goes on it and does some of his school work

-tommy ranting to tubbo about how he hates his dad and how he said phil was gonna visit him the next day

-phil arriving and asking tubbo (because he's the receptionist) where tommy is. tubbo saying he doesn't know and that he left. even though tommy is literally in his room

-phil tries. he just doesn’t know how to parent. techno was 17 and wilbur was 15 when he adopted tommy, and he just got busy enough and forgot how to take care of a child

-tommy knows if he talks to phil, it’ll be awkward and phil will just try and buy him off (not intentionally, it’s just how business men be working, yknow)

-tommy just wants to prove himself, to both himself and phil. and hes using his hotel to do that

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fanart that was posted with @cb28 ‘s work

(i got permission to post this)

[mythiccheroacademia]

—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

© 2021 all writing content belongs to mythiccheroacademia. do not repost or modify

Shouto Todoroki: 

truth be told, shouto never wanted children 

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster 

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like 

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off 

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible 

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts 

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use 

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off 

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end 

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked 

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears 

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks 

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked 

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved 

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other 

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome 

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted 

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official 

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him 

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds 

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone 

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because 

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks 

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle 

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf 

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself 

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day 

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die 

Midoriya Izuku: 

midoriya was born and bred to be a father 

change my mind 

i mean look at that face 

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero 

it just crushed izuku 

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work 

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent 

it was a difficult adjustment 

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could 

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother 

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two 

and izuku worked a lot 

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo 

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself 

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was 

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms 

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by 

it was tough, but deku was determined 

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them 

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones 

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close 

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there 

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money 

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything 

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work 

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day 

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible 

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same 

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around 

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital 

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself 

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company 

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt 

sero yelled at her in panic 

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized 

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep 

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies 

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it 

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has 

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance 

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it 

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice 

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience 

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her 

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares 

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him 

it was actually so scary 

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

 i love it ❤️

[shtern-and-art]

"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

F.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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