#gonna try and keep these sfw hahaha
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herecomethatboi · 7 months ago
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Dbd killers x gn!reader pt. 3
Part 3 of mc getting slammed against the wall lol
Guys I need more, feel free to send me any kind of request (nsfw abc, sfw abc, more parts for this silly series etc)you have and i'll gladly write them all :D (when my final exams are finally over hahaha)
Also, I was drunk when I wrote this and I trust drunk-me with writing. He's better at writing than sober-me, so here's an unedited "masterpiece"!
ENJOYYYY 🩷🩷
The Mastermind:
At the start of the match you saw the gray metal box right next to you and knew exactly who you were up against.
You weren't thrilled at all, Wesker or "Mastermind" -as the Entity called him- was such a try hard with his skillful dashes, that you sometimes questioned if he actually was just doing it since "it's better strategy" and not for the fact he enjoys doing stunts like that.
You sighed as you rummaged around the other normal chest you found -since you forgot to equip an item- and found a flashlight, which was perfect.
Then, you heard his little chuckle Wesker does, before he dashes and was swept up immedietly and thrown quite far away.
You groaned at the impact, but got up and ran, the killer close on your tail.
Just in time, you found a pallet and smacked it on top of his head, flashed the flashlight into his face -which usually angers him a lot- and then ran more.
This back and forth between you two continued, and three gens already popped, which you were glad about.
But, alas, your confidence came back to bite you in the ass.
Wesker caught you again, slammed you against the shack, and just kept you there, while he grinned.
"Caught you now." The killer was so so close, your lips almost touched.
He was amused in his own twisted way. An ordinary human made him run so much, but in the end, was caught easily.
"Gonna hook me now?" You squeked out, your throat was held tight with the uwuburos, making breathing difficult.
Awh, you're adorable. A little mouse, if you will. Wesker knew the Entity's rules, but eventually, he will have his fun with you.
Another gen popped.
"Oh no, i'm keeping you here." He said, gave you a little peck on the lips, just to confuse you even further. Nootherreasonwhatareyoutalkingabout.
Then stepped away, but the virus stayed, locking you against the wall. "Your performance was above average. Congratulations." He bowed. "You gained the tiniest respect from me."
He left with a smirk. You tried to claw away the black thing that just didn't seem budge or tear away. So, you gave up. You looked up into the fake dark sky, thinking...
What the Hell did you get into.
The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger):
The dream realm was a tricky thing to navigate in. You sometimes were weirded out by the bloodpools that scared the living shit out of you, when you accidently stepped into them.
Today, there were no generators. Which made you uneasy. What the heck is going on?
You walked into the main building and tried to listen.
Then, the laugh. That annoying, weird, freaky laugh Freddy made, then you were in the dream realm. You looked around, like a deer in headlight. Trying to listen in on the killer.
"What the Hell is going on?" You asked out loud. You turned around and there he was, leaning against a generator that was NOT there a second ago.
"A new game." He simply amswered with a grin. Freddy seemed too happy. "A little gift from the Entity to me."
"Okay, but wha-"
"Shhh shhh shhh let me finish."
"Sorry."
"Khm. So, easy," he leaned away from the gen and stepped toward you, "you find the fake generator, and you win a price!" His grin told you there was a twist.
"If I don't?"
"... you'll know." He said with a childish innocence. "Good luck!" Then he disappeared.
Great.
After God knows how long, you finally found the fake generator. Which made it bleed, just like in normal trials, and Freddy appeared.
"Now, that wasn't that difficult, was it?"
"What the Hell is your game, Freddy?"
"Making out with you."
"What??" Before your shock truely registered, you were up against the bloody generator with him kissing you roughly.
You tried to push against him, but there was no use, of course there wasn't, you mentally rolled your eyes.
So, you just let it happen.
The kiss wasn't... Bad. You sadly had to admit.
Freddy held you surprisingly gently by the waist and neck. But his kiss was bruising and he did bite your lower lip more than once.
You started to actually kiss back and held his waist in one hand, while the other was on his shoulder.
Why were you kissing back? What the Hell is wrong with you? You don't know, but it feels... Right?
Then, you woke up wide eyed. You blinked a thousand times and just stared above you. The roof of your tent cleared up from the blurry image it was. Then you just... Licked you lip, feeling it was dry and had a smoky taste.
WHAT. THE. HELL????
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smiley-star · 4 months ago
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Hey! How abt you write #46 next from the promt (idk how to write 🥲) list?
Take all the time you need 🫶🫶 don't worry 💖💖💖 I love your fics 🥹🥹
“This is All Super New to Me.”
Prompt 46 from this list
Anyone can request a prompt! ⭐ No limits to how many times you ask (idc if someone asks for like 10! I love writing!)
Also ty! I love ur fics too! 💙⭐⭐
(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)
Leo tries to teach Mikey some medical stuff and anatomy. Mikey uses it as an excuse to tickle him.
Lee: Leo💙
Ler: Mikey🧡
“Leeeeooo,” Mikey whined, the eleven year old complained dramatically, “Can't we do something fun!?”
“This is fun,” Leo said, rolling his eyes as he held up the X-ray picture, “And it's important!”
“Uuughh,” Mikey whined, taking the paper and studying it, “What am I looking for again?”
“Where the ribs are positioned on everyone,” Leo said, pointing at the picture of his X-ray, “See, they're here.”
Mikey huffed, “It's hard to tell with the picture.”
Leo rolled his eyes, pointing at the picture with one hand and at his ribs with the other, “That one's here, this one's here.”
“Lemme try!” Mikey exclaimed, yanking Leo over to him and pulling him close, wrapping his legs around him.
“Okay?” Leo questioned, surprised by the sudden enthusiasm.
Mikey studied the picture, “Hmm, I'm gonna count them.”
“Alright?”
Leo jolted suddenly as Mikey started tickling at his side.
“MihIHIHIikey!” He squealed, squirming as Mikey started squeezing at his ribs and poking.
“Let's see, ooonneee,” He drawled, tickling at one specific spot and making Leo squeal and laugh.
“MIHIHIHIKEY! NAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back and laughing.
“Leo!” Mikey scolded, “I gotta focus!” He began tickling just below that rib, making Leo shriek, “Twooo, threeee.”
“NAHAHAHA! MIHIHIHIKEY, PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo shrieked, cackling and squirming.
“Stop moving so much! I'm Dr Mikey, and this is all super new to me! You made me lose count, I gotta start over!” Mikey giggled, tickling his way back up Leo's plastron and making his older brother squeal. .
“Let's see, oneee,” Mikey said, tickling at where the first rib was protected by Leo's plastron on both his sides. He continued tickling the exact same spot, skittering his fingers over it over and over.
Leo was going absolutely ballistic.
“MIHIHIHIKEY!” Leo screeched, kicking his legs and squirming and cackling hysterically, “WE- NAHAHAHA! WE CAN DO SOHOHOHOHOMETHING EHEHEHELSE!”
“But Leo! I gotta learn!” Mikey giggled, moving down and making Leo shriek, “Let's see, twoooo.”
“MIHI- NAHAHAAT THAHAHAT!” Leo shrieked as Mikey prodded and poked at his ribs.
“Threeee,” Mikey cooed with a grin, skittering his fingers on Leo's sensitive ribs.
“I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo shrieked.
And on and on Mikey counted, tickling at each rib until he eventually got to the last one.
“Let's see. . .what number comes after eleven?” Mikey mused evilly, mercilessly tickling at the second to last rib.
“HAHAHA AHH HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! IT'S TWEHEHEHELVE! YOU KNOHOHOW THIHIHIHIS!” Leo shrieked, kicking as he cackled. Tears pricked in his eyes, it tickled so much!
“That's right!” Mikey exclaimed with a giggle, “Twelve!” He moved down, mercilessly tickling at the edge of where Leo's carapace went in, making Leo shriek.
“NOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE! MIHIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo squealed, cackling hysterically as Mikey began tickling all over his ribs and torso.
“Are we gonna do something fun?”
“YEHEHEHES!”
“Okay then!” Mikey giggled, finally stopping and letting Leo dive away from him.
“Why!?” Leo exclaimed between giggles, keeping his arms protectively wrapped around his sides.
“Hey!” Mikey exclaimed with a giggle of his own, “I was trying to be a good doctor, it's not my fault this is all super new to me!”
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bunny-hoodlum · 5 months ago
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So... I finally made a twitter account. 👉👈😚 And I've been blocking all the bots that keep following me. 😩
I still feel like I don't know how or what to fill my bio with. 🙈 Ugh, and if I try to do anything that's based on a redraw trend or smthn else's work 'but in my style' or whatever, I gotta not be too lazy to figure out how to attach to their post. It's by retweet or?? Ahhhhhh!! I'm a failure of a Millennial, I don't know how to use anythinggggg. 🥲 Sites like deviantArt were simpler, dammit. And imgur once allowed NSFW. The internet has simultaneously become too accessible and too obstacle-ridden, it can't just be me. 🙈
So, I'm supposed to be helping a buddy from work with NSFW art, like, he's gonna share his clients with me or I just ink for him on the side, and I get monayyyy. I've already done a few commissions for his clients before, but haven't had a SocMed to post them on (but I still don't wanna claim them, I gotta be honest. 🙈) And that's a convo I gotta figure out how to have, becuz I wanna do my own thing but I'm still cool with taking on certain commissions from him. 🤔 They just not gonna fit with my account (or the tasteful kinks I wanna draw. 😏)
But I mainly wanna do Hinata thirst trap art, and eventually Nart thirst trap when I get better at drawing dem muscles. 😤 I also wanna do NH and NHS NSFW, which I think I gotta make a side account for?? Maybe?
I have a lot of art studying to get serious about before I do any SFW art that I'm happy with. Rn I've only been drawing ppl and I suck at drawing clothing folds still, so NSFW is literally the path of least resistance option rn, hahaha. 😂 So I guess, if the clothes-on thirst trap stuff stays on my 'main', I can still transition into more arty stuff in the future without major whiplash lmao, and just do whatever I feel like from there. 🤔
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leoncillo · 1 year ago
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Oh god I thought my brain wanted a break. But I guess not? I just blacked out and this was in my notes when I came to idk y'all 🤷🏽‍♀️
SFW, GN reader (although I use "pretty"?), Black reader, Zohakuten best wingman
You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?
Sekido
Sekido jumps and nearly screams when the first thing he sees as he opens his eyes from his day time sleeping, is you straddling him, inches from his face.
"What the hell?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"Is that even possible?" you ask, pondering with your finger on your chin.
"What do you want, you nuisance?!"
"Get up! We're going on a date."
"Do you know how long it'll take those idiots to get ready? Why didn't you let me plan this ahead of time?" he grumbled.
"Oh they're not going. It'll be just me and you tonight" you said booping him on the nose.
His face heats up and his cheeks start to match his eyes.
"Hehe are you blus-ahh" you yelp as he grows flips you off of his legs.
"How rude!"
"Just...just go get ready yourself! We'll meet at the door in 20 minutes" he said as he marched off to the shower.
20 minutes later
You could feel all eyes on you as you walked down the stairs. You settled on dark distressed flared jeans and a modest white blouse with a cutout window with a black and white cross body bag and white tennis shoes. You decided to keep your makeup natural and to put your hair in a low ponytail to hang over your shoulder.
"You look so pretty!" shouted Urogi.
"You look lovely, dear" said Aizetsu softly.
"I might have to be jealous of Sekido for once" Karaku said, snickering.
You reached the bottom only to realize Sekido and Zohakuten were both missing.
"Wait where is he-"
"I heard that you green eyed son of a bitch!" said Sekido as you all heard him approaching the top of the stairs, only to get smacked upside the head by Zohakuten.
"Watch the language, goddamnit. You're going on a date!"
There was complete silence.
Everyone's jaw was on the floor as Sekido descended the stairs.
His hair was neatly combed and shiny, with a few strands out to frame his face. He wore a burgundy long sleeved turtleneck paired with some crisp black slacks and black loafers. A gold chain adorned his chest, a gold watch held his wrist, and a gold belt buckle around the front of his waist. Was he wearing earrings?!
"No way! I can't believe it! Hahaha" said Karaku, nearly falling off the couch.
"You look good, Sekido!" shouted Urogi.
"You clean up nice" said Aizetsu.
"All thanks to me. You're welcome, y/n" said Zohakuten.
"Y/n?"
You didn't realize you were still speechless until his well defined chest was right in front of you.
"Right. Y-You look amazing, Sekido" you said as you looked away from each other, both a blushing mess.
"Shall we go?" said Sekido as he held out his hand.
As you two walked to the car, you remembered that this was your idea, that you're in control, and mentally got your game face ready. You snatched the car keys out of his hand and motioned him to the passenger side.
"Aht aht. I'm driving. You don't even know where I planned to take you anyway."
Sekido grit his teeth, but nodded and listened. You knew he didn't like NOT being in control, so you kissed him on the cheek for playing along.
"Jesus can we just go?!" he said flustered.
After about 20 minutes of driving, you pulled up to a nondescript warehouse building on a side of town neither of you have been to before.
Even for a demon, Sekido felt a little weirded out as he looked at the building from top to bottom. "Are you gonna try to kill me or something?"
"What?! Nooo, silly. You'll see. Let's go!" you said grabbing his arm and leading him inside.
Inside there were several made up stations and soundproof rooms. A bored looking college student sat at the registration booth and looked up lazily at the two of you. "How long?"
You hummed to yourself in thought. "Two hours, please."
Sekido quickly glanced at you, still extremely confused. Was this some kinda love hotel or something? The thought made him start blushing again.
"Right this way."
The college student let you inside one of the rooms and pointed at the long aprons and face shields for you, before leaving you to it.
While you were suiting up, Sekido looked around the room at the mannequins and ceramic dishware and vases and the line of baseball bats hung on the wall.
"Y/n, what the hell is this?" he turned to ask only to see you launch a glass bowl at the wall. "What in god's name are you doing?!"
"It's called a rage room, honey" you said trying to pry the next bowl from his hands, "smashing stuff is the point!"
"I'm not completely following? Humans these days are so weird!"
You thought for a second, "Hey remember that one mission you were on when Urogi got too excited and blew all of the windows out of the building?"
CRASH
A plate went flying into the wall.
"I'm still paying the bill off for the damages!" he said growling and reaching for a vase.
"Now you're getting it! But hold back a teeny bit. You're still a demon, dude" you said, eyeing the dent in the wall.
"What are the fake humans for?" he said eyeing the mannequins.
You grabbed a bat off the wall. "Remember Douma at the last upper moon meeting?...or just him in general?"
The bat was out of your hands in seconds and smashing into the mannequins crotch.
"Yeah!" you said hyping him up and giggling at the growing grin on his face.
"Are you not gonna keep smashing?" he asked.
You usually solved your anger issues pretty easily, but you figured you could find something in this world to be mad at and shrugged.
You threw a mug into the air and hit it with a bat. "I hate parallel parking!"
Then, you sent a plate into a wall "I hate meetings that could be e-mails!"
Sekido's smile only grew wider at your display of anger as he continued his assault on the mannequins and you thought you heard a "Karaku" in his rambling somewhere.
"Ouch!" you stopped after a flyaway chip of ceramic somehow made it past your face shield and nicked your cheek.
Sekido dropped everything immediately and made his way over to you. "What? What happened?!"
"Eh. I'm guess I'm still klutzy enough to get hurt through a shield" you said going to touch the cut on your cheek.
"Don't touch it! Let me see." he said, as he held your face gently and looked you over before kissing the cut and turning away, "You'll be okay. Put some of that human ointment on so it doesn't leave a scar. Let's go home before you hurt anything else."
"Aww, Seki, you-"
"I said let's go home!" he said , storming out and hiding his face.
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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years ago
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Hii ! :) So I recently babysat a kid after class and he was CUTEST tHinG ever, he was sooo much fun- just a great kid. *sigh* So naturally, I thought "omg this would be so much more fun if Yuji was here, he would be SUCH a cutie pie and wtf he would also LOVE this kid!?" So naturally, my brain rotted to thinking about babysitting with him and I would really love to see your beautiful writing about it :)
Also, could you please make the reader gender neutral or use he/they prns if you are going to use prns. I would appreciate it so so much!!! jdijfknefioj
lmao sure, lov! ^^ it has been a while but i was thinking of a small fluff drabble with lots of teasing lol
babysitting w/ itadori / itadori yuuji x gn reader /
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#warnings: fluffy yuuji . babysitting child!megumi . some teasing from yuuji . pure fluff/sfw . grammer and/or spelling mistakes [maybe?] . lowercased throughout . megumi was hit with a curse that makes him physically a child . some teasing
#plot: a request read- reader and yuuji itadori babysit megumi after he got hit by a curse. he's turned into a child, physically; but he's still the same stoic megumi we all know and love u.u
#reader: gender neutral (gn) reader; use of they/them or he/them pronouns
#words: 997
#a/n: thank you lovely reader for sending a request! hope you enjoy ur gn!reader drabble ^^
#posted: 12/08/2022
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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!
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"so gojo-sensei said for about an hour or so, right?" yuuji's tone was soft and quiet as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. "it's been almost thirty additional minutes. i'm getting extra pay for this, right?"
you slapped his arm as he laughed, looking over at the child you were told to babysit for the day. megumi fushiguro.
sadly, he was hit with a body-reduced curse during a mission and has become a child. he's still mentally the same stoic and proud fushiguro, just in a small package. and yuuji's been teasing him about it ever since you and him had come back to Jujutsu Tech with Megumi in your arms.
"you two know you don't need to babysit me, right?" megumi scoffed, looking up at his two classmates with annoyance. "i'm fifteen, just in a child's body."
"oh c'mon, fushiguro!" yuuji pouted, making you giggle. "y/n and i were kind enough to spare our time to keep you safe and fed!"
"yuuji, shut up." you sighed, standing from your spot on the sofa and heading to the kitchen to grab some snacks. the distant chatter of the two boys bickering making you smile.
sure, you didn't expect to be spending time with your boyfriend taking care of a child megumi, but it was fun. just a few minutes ago, yuuji managed to make megumi smile with a cheesy joke, although the smile didn't last long. grabbing some water bottles and some popcorn, you headed back into the living area of your sensei's home and sat back on the sofa next to yuuji.
pushing the bowl of buttery kernels into his lap, yuuji's eyes trained back on the movie you had put in. yuuji's arm automatically pulling you into his warm side, placing his hand on your hip and rubbing small circles over your clothes affectionately.
"who's she gonna get with?" you asked, glancing over as megumi sat on the couch with you both. "her boss or that assh- ...jerk roomate?"
"sigh.. you don't need to censor yourself either.." megumi mumbled to himself, grabbing some popcorn and looking over at you with a pout. "you spit profanities more than gojo-sensei."
"oi, that's.. hehe.. not true.." yuuji chuckled to himself, holding a hand over his mouth while he was trying to contain his giggles. "h-he doesn't.. hahaha! they doesn't curse that often!"
"stop laughing!" you whined, poking at your boyfriend's side with a blush tinting your cheeks. "it's not that funny!"
"c'mon, babe, i'm sorry," yuuj giggled, kissing your cheek as you turned away from him. "please look at me, i didn't mean it~"
with a sigh you turned back to your boyfriend with a pout on your lips, his soft and gentle kiss making you blush as he apologized more than once. "ok ok, i get it, just pay attention!!"
"to the movie, or you?" yuuji teased, making your blush worse and megumi chuckle. "aha, even fushiguro thought that was good!"
"'even fushiguro'?" said megumi, his small brow twitched. "is that supposed to mean something?"
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"are you tuckered out, little guy?" yuuji's voice cooed, petting the young megumi's head. "getting sleepy from having too much fun?"
"shush," megumi's voice was quiet and mumbly as he rubbed his beautiful green eyes, lashes damp with sleepy tears. "i told you i'm not a child.. i'm just little right now."
with a smile, you picked up megumi with little fight and walked towards the bedroom, laying him down on freshly washed bed sheets, blankets and pillows. the warmth of the bed made megumi fall asleep almost immediately as his sore little body started to grow once again. the growing pains of a little boy becoming a young adult again corsing throughout megumi's limbs, chest, and head.
"i'll bring you something for the pains, alright?" you whispered, yuuji's honey eyes looking over your shoulder down at megumi.
he gave a small nod, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him as he fell into a dream. not one of darkness or nightmares like normal, but he had a restful sleep, leaving you and yuuji itadori alone in gojo-sensei's home.
"should we get going?" you asked in a hushed tone as you snuck over to the bedroom's exit.
"nah, i'm making sure i'm getting paid," yuuji jokes, nodding to your question and closing the bedroom door once you exited quietly. "we can call him later about how megumi was. thankfully, i didn't get attacked by his shikigami over all the teasing!"
"quiet down, ok?" you waved your hand before playfully slapping yuuji's shoulder, heading towards the home's exit in the living room. "i don't want to wake up fushiguro either."
"alright alright," yuuji sighed, grabbing his box of snacks and any trash before heading out the door with you trailing behind him.
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at around 2 in the morning, your phone buzzed with a notification from your sensei about megumi.
but as it turned out, there was more than one simple text. it was a prolonged paragraph about how you shouldn't leave children alone even when they're asleep.
with a sigh, you sat up on your elbows in your bed and replied:
You: Gojo-sensei, it's 2am.. isn't it a little late to be getting upset rn?
Gojo-sensei: as your sensei it's my duty to make sure all punishments are dealt, even though i find them pointless! so, as punishment, you're not getting paid. neither is yuji-kun!!
rolling your eyes, you put your phone down and rested your head back onto your pillow, turning onto your side and snuggling into the warmth of yuuji's chest. he stirred in his sleep for a moment too as he got adjusted to your intrusion, his voice croaky and strained when he spoke.
"is he mad?"
"yes," you answered, growing weary and tired once again. "also, we're not getting paid."
you heard a chuckle, smiling to yourself at yuuji's cheerfulness even when it was so late. "that's fine, he's gonna pay with food next time."
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a/n: hello lovely reader! i hope you enjoyed the small drabble even though it was a little goofy and more of a teasing one >< anyways, hope you enjoyed the read and the goofy stuff i wrote ^^
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beyondtheglowingstars · 1 year ago
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Welcome to my hellhole blog
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I'm Supernova but you can call me Nova to shorten it, my pronouns are she/her and I'm an adult. Requests are closed
I'm an artist and writer, so I'll post either of those things here; though the blog still retains a focus on writing, fanart is more of a far in-between thing.
The 3 fandoms I will make content for in this blog are: Super Mario Bros., The Legend of Zelda and Donkey Kong. Here's my Ao3 if you'd rather read my stuff there.
ALL HAIL LINKE
I'm SO normal about Spirit Tracks guys I promise hahaha-
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Global blog rules:
While this blog contains SFW works, it also hosts NSFW content so minors do not interact. - Don't lie or I'll find out, oh and, if someone you know is a minor and interacts with my posts please shoot me a quick DM so I can block them (that is, if you provide the evidence).
You can find all my written works under '#cosmic writing', headcanons under '#character headcanons' and the stuff I've drawn with the '#my art' tag.
Don't even dare steal my art, claim as yours, remove my watermark (if applicable), trace or feed to AI.
Repost accounts get the fuck lost. Other than that, feel free to share my art if you just wanna show it to others on a different platform because you liked it but no uploading to any accounts you may own.
Absolutely NO homophobia, transphobia, racism, or any other type of exclusionary or discriminatory behavior towards any group of people is tolerated. You're not welcome here and I'll block + report you if I catch you doing any of that.
Pedophiles GTFO. Nobody likes you, shoo. I'll report and block you too.
My DMs aren't really open for friendly chat (sorry!). It just makes me ridiculously anxious having to interact through that medium with people I don't know, though I can assure you that I'd feel very flattered if you really considered DMing me. Please only use DMs for questions you really want a private answer for.
My asks are always open! And to add a little to the previous point, if you wish to know me better then you best bet is to use the asks since my DMs are closed. Go on! Ask me as many silly questions as you'd like or share your deranged ideas (I'll try to follow along), I might approach you then.
While I always try my best to know as much lore as I can find for the games/characters, and I have also played a lot of videogames for the franchises I write for, do note that I have an embarrassingly bad memory and I seriously might forget an important plot point even if I've already seen it previously. So if you catch something lore-inaccurate now you know why that might be.
Additionally, if you wanna share an NSFW idea/fic/whatever else please stick to the vanilla stuff for the most part. Meaning no non/dub-con, feces/piss and the like, blood, knifeplay and a couple others I can't recall right now. If you wanna know what I allow because it wasn't mentioned here just send me an ask and I'll answer, free of judgement.
9 times outta 10 my content's gonna feature a GN reader, unless I happen to write a very self-indulgent NSFW fic.
All of the NSFW x reader content I write will feature dom reader in one way or another be it through subtle actions or not so subtle ones. Sorry if you're not into that but that's just how I was born and I can't do much about it.
Please keep yandere and family/pregnancy content outside of my blog and requests. Doesn't bother me, but I just don't like it.
Requests closed right now. Don't have specific rules at the moment but just remember to follow these rules unless you want me to not do your request when they are open.
I think that's it for now, but these rules are bound to change at some point so come back to this post after a while or if I say I've made changes
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tainted-by-skeletons · 10 months ago
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Bully Reader X Sans (Part 3)
(SFW now with more bullying.)
“Just!... Come on! Let me wipe that stupid stuff off you so I can get outta here!” Y/N demanded.
Why does she want to do it herself?! Ugggh. What have I gotten myself into? This better be the last time I see her in my house. Hopefully now that I know she's got a crush on me she'll be too embarrassed to bother me so much. I can finally be left alone.
Not remembering what she was going to do, I went up the stairs and into the bathroom. I didn't like how she marched right in without my permission at all. When I got in, I opened a drawer to pull out a few rags. I handed one to her. Meaning for it to be used so she could wash off her badly smudged makeup.
She looks like a clown now. I almost feel like I've had my revenge a bit. I had to walk around looking like a clown though. Still…Maybe I should back off. I don't want to give her a reason to retaliate. Although, I might have scared her enough to prevent that. Still, I better be nice just in case.
Although I can toss people around, for the most part my powers don't do much damage unless the person I'm using them against has caused a lot of pain themselves. It's kinda like karma. Therefore, if anyone knows about it, then my edge is gone. I know it's overkill but I don't have much else to work with. If something ever happened to the kingdom. I want to be able to hold my own. Be useful.
While I was in my thoughts I didn't notice Y/N had put a horrible smelling clear liquid on the rag I gave her. When I looked over, I saw a scary clown coming at me with a suspicious wet rag.
“Aaahh!”
Before thinking, I pushed her away from me with my magic again. She was stupid enough to be sitting on the counter so I accidentally knocked her off.
“Y/N! Oh shit!”
She hit her head on the cabinet opposite the sink. I hoped silently she didn't have any serious injuries. I was gonna get myself into a lot of trouble if anyone found out I beat up a defenseless girl. That's exactly the kinda story I expected her to tell if I didn't do something fast. I held up her head and tried to get her to sit up too. Thankfully she wasn't unconscious. Just weak.
“Ugggh. Owwww.”
“I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to push you that time I swear.”
The relief and the funny face made me unable to stop myself. I started laughing.
“I don't believe you at all! Are you trying to fucking kill me?!”
“Noo hahaha no no. It's not that. Haha. You just look ridiculous like that. I- hahaha. When you came at me you actually scared the shit outta me. That's what happened. It's just funny.”
“Uuughh! You asshole!”
She shot up, supposedly to fix her makeup. But that was a stupid thing to do. She stumbled and started to fall again. I tried to get up to catch her but it didn't go so well. We tumbled and both ended up on the ground. I landed back first which hurts like hell. What was worse, was I had my arms awkwardly wrapped around her. When we realized our position Y/N moved off me and stared down at me in shock.
She looked hilarious.
“Hahahaha!”
“Ugggh! Stop laughing at me!”
To my surprise, she slapped me. I sat up and shook my head.
Y/N’s POv
Wearing a lot of makeup was not only a passion, but I wanted to stand out as a very average looking girl. Bright makeup was the way I wanted to do that. Nobody wants to be made fun of for their looks, but I was especially sensitive to that kinda thing. I put a lot of pride in my appearance. I don't like it when that gets messed up.
I opened up various cabinets looking for something I could use to remove my makeup. If Sans thought I looked that funny then there was probably no saving it. After finding some real dusty baby oil I took it and one of the other rags Sans had set out.
“Hold on. Be careful. Don't stand up too fast.”
“Shut up asshole. It's not like you actually care.”
After seeing my pink clown-like lips and black eyes, my audacity disappeared. Getting beat up and embarrassed like that made it impossible for me to keep my emotions in check. At least the tears helped me rub off my makeup faster. I don't know if Sans noticed that, my sniffling, or shaking legs first.
“Hey… I'm sorry. I don't want to make things worse when you're trying to make things better. I know you probably don't want to stick around and listen to me make fun of you. Especially since I keep-”
I tried to kick him but the bastard had scary fast reflexes. He grabbed my foot and calmly put it back down on the ground.
Why the hell is he so goddamn strong!? Who is this guy?! Everyone says he's the weakest monster here!
“You're gonna get yourself real hurt if you try to do that.”
I stumbled back to the door.
Maybe I should cut my losses and actually get out of here now.
Sans let out a long sigh. “You don't have to be so scared. Alright? Look. I can push you around but I can't actually hurt you barely at all.”
Sans summoned a bone from the ground. Something Papyrus could do when I saw him spar.
“Touch it.” He commanded.
“Why the hell should I trust you?!”
“Because it'll all make sense. It's not gonna hurt. I promise.”
I wasn't thinking straight from all the concussions. So I slid my foot forward and touched the white bone. I felt a small pinch as the attack made a strange noise and disappeared. Just as any other magical attack would.
“...Wait. That's it?”
“Yup. That's all I can do to you with those.”
“Then why the hell are you so fast? And how can you use gravity like that?! Even Papyrus can't do that! Or… well not to that extent at least.”
“Because it's all I have.”
“...oh.”
Fighting meant a lot to the underground kingdom. And Sans was a sentry. It made sense he had to be capable of something if he had that position. Sans stood up.
“Heh. You don't look like such a bitch anymore without all that makeup on.”
Nothing was more insulting to me than hearing that from a guy. But since I know he wasn't interested in me, I knew it was genuine. So I didn't know what to think about it.
“Is that supposed to be your attempt at a compliment?”
“Nah. I have no reason to flatter you.”
“Hmph. You don't think you should play nice with the girl that has the solution to your problem?”
“The problem you caused!”
“Hehe~ Good point. Now stand still okay? And tell me if you feel any stinging or burning.”
“Yeah yeah…”
I picked up the rag again and applied more nail polish remover. Just in case it dried too much. Then I put a hand on Sans' chin. He was a bit shorter than me so I had to tilt his head up. He grumbled when I touched him and averted his eyes from my gaze.
Wait… why is he letting me do it? Wait! Why am I doing it!?
I started to gently rub the rag in circles on his face. His eyes teared up quickly and he looked like he was in pain.
“You're supposed to tell me if it hurts!”
“It's not that. It just smells so bad.”
“How can you smell anyway?"
“Well I can see and talk right?”
“You can see because you clearly have some kind of eye magic thingie going on. Like. That's been obvious so far. And you can talk because you have lips. Er. Do you have a tongue?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?~”
“A-aah! No!”
“How'd you know I have lips? They're not super obvious lookin. What are you staring at em for?”
They're not. But I did notice them while having so much time focused on his face. I had pulled the rag away while Sans was trying to embarrass me, but I decided to get the job done fast so I could leave.
“Ow! Ow ow! It hurts now! Hey stop! It hurts!”
Having the nail polish remover not do anything to his cheeks was very worrying. I tossed the rag into the sink. Sans was about to say something as he looked into the mirror. But he stopped when he saw no change to the black dots.
“I'm… so sorry. I have one more thing though!”
Sans sighed. “Yeah I know. I'm not gonna fight ya just yet. Wait. Don't you have two more things?”
“Two? Oh! The blush. Er! I said-”
“You tried to make something up about why you had it.” Sans interrupted.
“Okay fine. I did pick it up for you actually. I was thinking that if I couldn't get the marker off, I could at least make you look less like a tired old man. Maybe you'd get some friends and you could finally leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? You're the one always coming up and picking on me! That's why Grillby said he thought you liked me.”
“Pft. What am I? 6?”
“You sure act like it.”
I already had the blush in my hand. It had an applicator too so it wasn't hard to get it out quickly. I knew Sans could dodge but his bathroom was small.
“That's it! Come here!”
“Aaahh!”
I brushed the applicator across the pink powder and grabbed Sans by the arm with my other hand. I wrestled around with him and tried to get the powder onto his cheeks but I missed a couple times. I got his chin, and then his collarbone. Which actually gave me a surprising reaction. When the soft, tickly sponge touched him, Sans jolted and sucked in air through his teeth. I took the opportunity to finally get his cheeks.
“Aaahh! Hey! Knock it off.”
Shaking his head only made my job easier. The cute pink hue blended into his “skin” and further highlighted the little marks on his cheeks. I couldn't help but giggle in delight at the image.
“I really don't think you deserve to have so much fun after basically giving me surprise face tattoos.”
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tasteofantasy · 2 years ago
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2023 Promo time!
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Too Too! Hello! My name is Percy! I'm currently 23 y/o, I go by They/He pronouns and this is my sort of Selfship/Personal account
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chrysalispen · 5 years ago
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Prompt #7 - Forgiven
@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast
this is actually a scene i’ve wanted to write for these two for some time now, so here we go 
For the first night in twenty years, the sun was setting over a free Ala Mhigo.
The sky over Loch Seld was as bright a blaze of glory as she remembered it, staring out over the darkening outline of the wind-carved hills from the secluded remains of the overgrown garden. If she shut her eyes, if she blocked out the happy shouts from within and without the city, she could almost pretend she was sixteen years old again, young and arrogant and invincible.
Almost–but not quite. She wasn’t that girl anymore, hadn’t been for a very long time now. Too much had changed, for better or worse.
She sighed, wrapped her arms around her knees, and hugged them to her chest. It hurt that she couldn’t feel the joy they did. And there was every reason to celebrate.
She thought about the shimmer of happy tears in Lyse’s bright blue eyes when she sang. The sound of all of those voices, that rolling broad lilt she’d always associated with the simpler, better parts of her girlhood, lifted to the heavens singing a song with a tune she knew but lyrics she had never learned. And she had felt… utterly alone. It had been the final realization that this wasn’t her home anymore than any other part of the Empire had been. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault, hers or theirs.
She’d been a child when she was brought here but she had still been a colonizer. A symbol of their oppression.
While she’d been full glad to lend them her strength, this was not her victory. It was theirs, and she knew it. So she’d made her excuses to a confused and very concerned Lyse and gone out for a walk.
She had gone to the old palace district, unsure what to expect, and had found only empty buildings, dark and silent. There were precisely two people she would have wanted to see, and one of them was long gone, and the other- … she still didn’t know what had happened to L'haiya. Didn’t know if she had passed away in the last decade, or if she had been killed in the fighting, or if she had remained in Ala Mhigo at all.
Is it really asking too much, Aurelia thought, staring through the bars of the familiar wrought-iron gate, wanting to feel like I belong somewhere?
Like I have a home?
She had let herself in.
The gate had been unlocked and the house as empty as all the rest, either abandoned or looted. She didn’t even know if anyone had lived here since she’d left over a decade ago, and she didn’t stop to look. 
She meandered through the area that had once been the drawing room, leaving footprints in the dust that had gathered on the floor, and passed through the galley kitchen to the back door on her way. The koi were gone and the fountain was dry and filled only with weeds, but she had paid that no mind. Even lonely and abandoned, this place was familiar and more importantly, quiet. 
So when she heard the sound of something atop the street-facing side of the wall and the Echo did not raise the alarm, she didn’t react.
“You know, you are a surprisingly difficult woman to find when you do not wish to be found.”
Aurelia blinked. Straddling the stone wall, next to her old zelkova tree, was one Nero Scaeva, his eyes hidden by a pair of ridiculous-looking shades which he was already removing. He carried a bottle in one hand, and he raised it with a toothy, boyish grin flashed in her direction.
“There is quite the party going on in the city limits. Without as well, I daresay. The Reach is chaos.” Without waiting for her response he swung his long legs over the wall and let himself drop the last two fulms. There was a flat thud as his feet gracelessly hit the ground. “Were I you, I should be enjoying the fruits of my labors. Perhaps dancing a merry jig upon Zenos yae Galvus’ newly dug grave, may he forever rest upon stinging nettles.”
She winced at that, and did not reply. Nero seemed to take notice of her discomfort, for his smile faded somewhat.
“May I sit?” he asked.
“If you like.”
She heard his footsteps in the grass, then a soft grunt as he sat down at her side. He placed the bottle in his hand on the lip of the stone fountain so he’d have both hands free to work the laces of his plated jackboots loose. Aurelia watched, somewhat bemused, as he kicked them off, then removed the heavy leather vest and outer doublet. There was something familiar about the attire she couldn’t quite place; maybe he’d actually thought to disguise himself. She had to admit it probably wasn’t the worst idea he would have had, given the current mood of the city’s smallfolk.
“Much better.” Carelessly he tossed the glasses on top of the pile he’d made, rolled up the sleeves of his linen undershirt to the elbow, and reached for the bottle he’d set aside. “…You’re not a temperance sort, are you?”
“Hardly.”
“Excellent, because I am not about to let a Suhd Viandja go to waste.” That ridiculous grin was back. “And I’ve not yet sunk so low as to drink the entire bottle by myself.”
Aurelia took the bottle from him and stared at the label. She almost asked Nero how he’d gotten his hands on a wine this rare and expensive and decided it was probably best if she just didn’t ask at all. After a moment she passed it back. “The thought is appreciated but I don’t- I’m not interested right now. Maybe later.”
A shrug. “Then I suppose you have the privilege of watching as I guzzle a ten million gil rosé like a fifty-gil Ilsabardian posca.”
“Nero, I’m really not-”
“I don’t allow Garlond to engage in his ridiculous self-pitying nonsense and I’m certainly not going to give you a pass for same. Talk to me.”
Aurelia glared at him. He gazed steadily back, and she was the first to look away, busying herself with pulling up enough of the weeds around her that she had a comfortable place to sit and tossing the uprooted places into the fountain behind her. Knowing perfectly well she was stalling for time.
Once she realized that he was not leaving her alone, and was in fact more than willing to wait her out, she let out a sigh. Try as she might, Zenos’ dying words wouldn’t leave her. They fluttered about the dark chambers of her mind like restless ghosts that could not be bestilled.
“He said we were alike.”
“Hm?”
“Zenos. He said we were alike.” She clenched her fists at the memory and felt the sting of her nails digging into her palms. “He asked me to accept him-”
“What did he know about you?”
“What?”
“Did he know anything about you? Anything at all? Other than the bits everyone in the civilized world knows?”
“Scaeva-”
“Did he even know your name?”
“Implying that you ever care to use it.”
“Funnily enough, we do not happen to be discussing me at present. Thus your point, while valid, is not germane.”
“All right, well, if this line of questioning is quite finished-”
Those bright blue eyes rolled practically into the back of his head. “The man faced you on the battlefield… what, a brace of times? And had the astonishing arrogance to declare you a kindred spirit simply because you lasted longer than ten seconds? I would advise that you take his words with a grain of salt. Possibly an entire pillar.”
“But what if he was right?” Instead of the measured response she’d expected, he began to laugh. She swatted his forearm with a fierce scowl, but he didn’t stop; he just leaned back, bracing his weight against his hands, and his laughter echoed against the darkened windows and dirt-caked stones of the old house. “What- why are you laughing? I’m being serious!”
“I know you are, sweetling,” he gasped, “that’s why I’m laughing.”
“Great. Bloody terrific,” Aurelia huffed. She rolled away and let herself flop onto the grass, pouting at him. “I’m glad you find my existential crisis so godsdamned amusing.”
“Before you returned to Gyr Abania,” he managed between chuckles, the bastard, “you rang me over that long-distance receiver prototype we put together while very deep in your cups, and was it for some dire emergency or news that these Doman friends of yours had been captured? No, no it was not. You rang me to cry over a stray kitten you and your friends found in some Kugane alleyway.”
Her face colored. She (vaguely) remembered that.
“In my defense, I didn’t realize just how strong Hingan rice wine could actua-”
“Literal crying. Actual tears. I compromised a castrum’s signal tower so that the eikon-slayer could drunk-dial me from Othard in the middle of the night to sob across two thousand malms of ocean and continent about ‘toe beans,’ whatever the hells that is.”
“…Are you trying to be funny?”
“I’m always funny.”
“That’s debatable,” she grumbled.
“At any rate, my point being, and yes, I did have a point– crossing blades with a madman doesn’t have to hold some greater underlying meaning about man’s conscious embrace of our inherently violent nature, or whatever tiresome and self-aggrandizing monologue he chose to inflict upon you.” Nero paused mid-speech to uncork the bottle, raise it to his lips, and tilt it back for a long draught before he continued. “Meanwhile, you are sitting here consumed by guilt because you’ve taken some absurd notion that he might have had a point. The very fact it worries you should tell you he was wrong.”
“I just… I don’t want that to… is that really how everyone looks at me?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Certain.”
(This is who we are! This is all we are!)
“I’m not a beast." Her voice cracked like cermet fired in an industrial kiln overlong, brittle and harsh.
"I know,” Nero said quietly.
“I’m not like him.”
“I know you’re not.”
“…I think I feel in the mood for a drink after all, if you’ve enough to share.”
He smiled. “I believe I can spare a glass or two.”
Aurelia sat up, leaned against the fountain, and took the bottle. The warm weight of his arm had settled across her shoulders, but it was not unwelcome. 
Despite the fact it was a warm night and she was still sticky with sweat, she leaned into him as she tilted the bottle back, resting against his side. A warm body was certainly more comfortable than unyielding masonwork, and she could feel the fingers that had been draped over her shoulder idly toying with a stray bit of her hair.
For a long time she was content to just sit like this, the two of them watching the last light of the sun fade from the sky, admiring the fantastic colors it had left in its wake. A flock of white water-birds took flight at the sudden sound of thumping and the whistle of exploding fireworks overhead, fired from the Porta Praetoria cannons across the loch. They rose aloft as one on soft wings beyond the walls of the city, calling to each other as they fled the sounds of jubilant humanity.
“Aurelia?" Her name, so very rarely spoken by him, pulled her attention away from the fireworks. Nero was still staring at a fixed point in the sky, platinum blond hair haloed in scarlet-streaked blue and encroaching twilight, and she realized he was very pointedly not looking at her. "I assume you’ll be staying in Gyr Abania for some time?”
“Are we making small talk or are you actually asking me to stay?”
“…You know perfectly well what I think of small talk,” he said testily. “Perhaps instead of answering my question with a question, a simple 'yes’ or 'no’ might suffice.”
“Then say what you meant to say and stop dancing about it.”
There was a trembling pause between them. He sighed.
“By the seven hells, woman.” His voice was perfectly even, but she saw the tension in his body. He’d already steeled himself for the rejection he clearly expected was imminent. “I am operating upon the hope that at the very least, after all these months, I might have done something to finally earn your forgiveness for what passed between us in Mor Dhona.”
She gave him a long and unflinching stare. And then, right as his eyes began to shift nervously away from her face, she kissed him. His mouth was soft and warm and he tasted of ridiculously expensive wine. It was quite nice so she decided she really ought to kiss him again, just to seal the memory of it in her mind’s eye. When the second wasn’t enough she kissed him a third time.
The hand that had been stroking her hair paused in surprise, then cupped the back of her head as he responded in kind, small featherlight touches of his lips that ran together like water.
“Far be it from me to object, mind you,” he murmured against her mouth as she pressed her brow against his, “but what’s this all of a sudden?”
“I can stop if you like." 
She felt the soft huff of his breath against her mouth as he laughed mid-kiss. Her fingers teased at his thick curls, gave them a light tug, nails scraping very lightly along the back of his neck- and she heard that laugh catch in his throat, a soft, ragged and quite undignified sound that vibrated against her lips.
"Consider yourself forgiven.”
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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years ago
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ahhhh i’m hitting next what’s gonna happen Question Hitman Hoseok better not do anything bad !!!!
ch. 7
WAHHHH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NONOONONONONON B IM ONLY ON THE FIRST LINE AHHHHH IT’S JUST GETTING WORSE QUESTIONABLE HITMAN HOSEOK IM SO PISSED AT YOU poor jimin oh my god ohmygodohmygod b what’s happening i feel so bad for jimin this is traumatic i mean i feel bad for all of them they all love y/n DEAD?!?!?!? she isn’t dead no no that wouldn’t make sense she isn’t dead right jungkook :(((( GIRLBOSS Y/N BREATHE PLEASE
oh screw you mr bianchi I’m being sfw bc this is b’s blog and i will be respectful but we’re gonna have words later sir
okay so is this part of the plan or are yoongi and hobi turning on y/n what’s happening b what’s happening
oh my god lambo boy tae is gonna lose it when he sees y/n this is bad
wait what ?? okay lambo boy isn’t freaking out
ohhhhh we know alexandra ???
IM SO CONFUSED B PLS RELIEVE ME OF THIS TORTURE
omg mystery man yoongi and crazy fire man jin banter is everything crazy fire man jin ily
oh my god i love the banter but PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT’S HAPPENING SOMEONE ANYONE I’LL TAKE CRAZY FIRE MAN JIN
was she wearing a bulletproof vest or something ?? are they staging her death ??? these are my only predictions but like i don’t know i don’t know i don’t understand well wait maybe they’re trying to make girlboss y/n’s mafia look weak ??? throw them off the scent ?? idk idk back to reading
YESSS JIMIN GET QUESTIONABLE HITMAN HOSEOK but i do think we can trust him i just think this is very attractive of you anyways~ omg questionable hitman hoseok you taking down jimin is also a little attractive but more importantly EXPLAIN YOURSELF
you know i’ve been saying these boys have got it bad but i think it’s me i’m the one who’s got it bad
okay sigh of relief blood bullet ?!?!?! omg fancy this pill is fancy too omg
HE DOESN’T FEEL COLD :(((( (crazy fire man jin) omg poor jinnie :(((
THEY STAGED HER DEATH
girl boss y/n you hurt jimin’s feelings !!!!! i’m being unfair jimin needs a silly nickname too i’ll think on this
AHHHH WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO GIRLBOSS Y/N SWEETHEART ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SO IT’S JIMIN ???? AND JIMIN STEALS ME BACK AGAIN AHHHHHHHHHH
wait… what ?? the amount of time i’ve done this already what ?!?!?!
these cliffhangers b omg
commentary
i’m so confused b i reread the kiss scene like three times it’s gotta be jimin so WHO is calling girl boss y/n “sweetheart” in the woods HUH??? WHO??? that’s enough commentary for now i gotta keep reading you’re too good at this
the fact that you were only on the first line 😂
but honestly though, poor jimin & everyone else. he really is traumatized by this experience moving forward.
hahaha I'm sure you could terrify Bianchi if given the opportunity, I have no doubt about it
hahaha I've literally just laughed out loud so many times reading this. the whole "Lambo boy is gonna be so mad - oh wait. he's not mad"
the conflicted "jimin and hobi are fighting and it's so attractive" is pure gold
ah, the kiss scene. the stranger in the woods. I'm now realizing everything I've put you guys through
I'm not sorry tho
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zayashmaya · 5 years ago
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Gamzee x Reader; SFW
You win a prize for Gamzee at a carnival. 
@compositecreature i dedicate this to u and our brainstorming sessions 
The starry night sky was all aglow with an endless sea of neon-lit stalls and a giant ferris wheel dominating the coastline. The boardwalk you currently strolled through with Gamzee was packed with people, creating a never-ending path of obstacles to maneuver around as you gripped his hand so you would not lose each other. You had just gotten off a particularly terrifying roller coaster, and you decided a nice, relaxing walk was needed to calm your nerves.
Except hanging out with Gamzee was always a crazy ride in of itself. You could never predict his strange moods or what excited him. The carnival trip was intended to lift his spirits and make him feel more at ease, yet at certain moments when he thought you were not paying attention, you could see his ever-present smile fall as he stared at the scenery before him.
This was a response you somewhat anticipated, and you certainly knew he would hide this side of him from you. Gamzee never liked to reminisce on the past, after all, always bottling up the unpleasant and throwing them out into the sea of his endless thoughts. You were working on that with him. Once in a while, he would humor you, reaching out for a bottle and popping it open for a quick gander. He didn’t always like what was inside.
You squeezed his hand to get his attention, and as quick as lightening that dopey smile returned when he looked down at you. “WhAt’S cOoKiNg AlL uP iN tHe AgEnDa FoR uS, mY gOoD sIs?”
“That depends on you,” you said. “I’ve been doing a lot of the leading so far. What do you wanna do?”
“I dIdN’t GeT mY tHiNk On MuCh FoR sOmE sUcH oPtIoNs, WhAt WiTh ThIs AlL bEiNg A hUmAn ThInG. aIn’T nOtHiN hErE mAkIn MuCh SeNsE. lIkE tHaT wEiRd MoThErFuCkEr — “ He pointed to what initially seemed like a silver statue, until the performer moved ever so slowly to change his pose while onlookers took photos. “WhAt ThE mOtHeRfUcK iS tHaT nOiSe? aIn’T nEvEr SeEn SuCh ShIt In My LiFe. ThAt BrOtHeR’s GoT hIs PaInT aLl Up AnD oN lIKe Me AnD pEoPlE aRe MakInG sTrAiGhT fOoLeRy OvEr HiM wItH aLl ThE pIcTuReTaKiNg."
You spent a good minute laughing at his genuine confusion as Gamzee glared at his source of discontentment. “I guess they didn’t have buskers on your planet?”
“NoT aNy ThAt gOt ThE mOtHeRfUcKiN gUmPtIoN tO bE mOcKiNg A mEsSiAhS-fEaRiN cLoWn.”
“This is just performance art, Gamzee. I promise he has no idea what the Messiahs even are.” You tugged on his hand to lead him away, offering him a bite of your cotton candy to appease him. He promptly devoured the sugary dessert, licking away the stickiness from his teeth. You eyes lingered on the motion for a little too long, and you quickly busied yourself with finding a new attraction.
The passivity of sitting in rides had lost its charm. It was time for something a little more active.
Your eyes settled on an old arch nemesis from your childhood — the water gun race. The stall’s cheery glowing lights and hoard of prizes mocked you, beckoning you onward as you set course for the game with renewed vigor. Gamzee obediently trailed after you, refusing to release his hold on your hand even as you sped in front of him. “WhAt’S gOt A fIrE lIt AlL uP aNd UnDeR yOu, SuGaR bUtT?”
You froze, a laugh rising out of you so fast you nearly choked on it. ”What did you call me?”
He smirked cheekily. “gOnNa KeEp EaTiNg aLl ThE wIcKeD pInK cLoUdS, gOnNa GeT hIt At WiTh sOmE sIcKnAsTy NiCkNaMeS.”
“Is that your way of telling me you want more?”
“hAhA yEaH bAbY pAsS tHaT gOoD sHiT rIgHt On OvEr HeRe.”
Gamzee effortlessly plucked the cotton candy cone from you after a very quick and one-sided skirmish, swinging his arm across your shoulders and patting your head condescendingly as he happily reaped the spoils of war. You poked his ribs in retaliation. “We’re gonna change things up a bit,” you explained, pointing to the stall. “Fancy a game with me?”
“Oh DaMn, YoU wAnNa GeT yOuR cHaLlEnGe On WiTh ThIs MoThErFuCkEr?” He leered down at you. “BeTtEr SqUaRe Up ReAl GoOd My FuNkY MoNkEy PoO, cAuSe YoU’rE gOnNa LoSe.”
“You’re really going all out with the nicknames tonight,” you snickered.
“OnE oF uS hAs GoTtA aLl uP aNd Do It, SiNcE yOu’Re A dRy AsS mOfO :o) "
“Oooh? Don’t be so sure of that, buggy boo.”
Gamzee's cocky grin faltered, and the tips of his ears flushed purple. He removed his arm from your shoulders, and you momentarily felt the loss before he took your hand once more and led you to the game stall.
Three children were preoccupied with aiming into the mouths of the clown targets, their freakishly gaping maws twisted up into mocking smiles. Gamzee took one look at the array of heads lined up against the wall and glanced at you with an incredulous expression. “yO tHeY gOt MoRe Of ThOsE pAiNtEd Up MoThErFuCkErS?”
“Yeah!” You sat on one of the stools, and Gamzee followed suit. “You have to shoot water into their mouths to fill up the balloons on their heads and make them explode. First person who does it gets a prize."
“hAhAhAhA wHaT tHe FuCk … “
While the booth operator collected money from you for the next round, Gamzee aimed his water gun with dramatic concentration, his tongue sticking out as he waited for the game to begin. You giggled quietly to yourself and positioned your gun, droning out the sound of the operator explaining how to play. This was your moment. You were finally going to win this stupid game, and claim a prize.
As soon as the bell rang, your water stream miraculously hit its target. You were too focused on keeping your position locked in place to listen to Gamzee curse and fumble with his gun, and you were trying your damnedest not to laugh as his water stream somehow wobbled like a snake in midair and completely missed its mark.
“ThIs ShIt iS sTrAiGhT uP oFfEnSiVeLy RiGgEd!”
“Don’t curse, there’s kids around,” you quipped back, and with the triumphant pop of your chosen clown’s balloon, you threw your arms up into the air and shouted, “Hell yes, motherfucker!”
The operator threw you an unamused look while you excitedly scanned the selection of stuffed toys.
And then you saw it. The perfect gift.
A lavender colored monkey with ridiculously long arms, and velcro stuck on the palms of its hands.
Gamzee chuckled at your choice as you hugged it tightly to your chest, trailing on after you as you continued to explore the carnival. “I’ve never won that game before,” you wistfully said, running your fingers through the incredibly soft fur of the plushie.
“DaNg, HoW’s A bRoThEr SuPpOsEd tO gEt HiS wIn On WhEn FaCeD wItH sOmE sUcH dEtErMiNaTiOn?”
“You never stood a chance,” you teased, and he pinched your cheek in retaliation. “It wasn’t so much about winning for my sake as it was about winning a prize for you.”
“FoR mE, bAbE?”
“Yep!” You stepped in front of him and wrapped the monkey’s arms around his neck, clasping its hands together to make them hold. Gamzee wordlessly held the plushie to his chest, staring down at it with an inscrutable expression. “It’s for your nightmares. Since I’m not always around, I figured maybe this could help you. You know. Like you could hold onto the motherfucker and all that jazz.”
He blinked at you, stupefied and unsure of how to react. You smiled warmly and made to move away, but he grasped your upper arm before you could turn. The monkey’s silly grin accosted your eyes as Gamzee leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “tHaNkS,” he shyly murmured, and when your eyes met, you suddenly realized how close he was to your face. To your lips.
It could have been either one of you who made the first move. One way or another, you found yourself on your tiptoes and a hand curled into Gamzee’s shirt, his arm looped around your waist and the stuffed animal between you keeping you both from melting into each other.
Whatever you had expected your first kiss with Gamzee to be like was nothing like this. His lips were cool and smooth, moving gently against yours without a hint of teeth. Your tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before the shriek of a child jolted you back into awareness — shit we’re still in public — and you reluctantly pulled away, your heart hammering in your chest and your cheeks flushed. Gamzee searched your face as he reached out to caress your cheek, the predatory look in his eyes a stark contrast to his boyish smile.
“Your mouth still tastes like cotton candy,” you blurted out.
“tHaT’s CuZ yOu’Re AlL tHiNkIn LiKe WiTh YoUr StOmAcH aNd NoT yOuR bRaIn. BuT yOu BeTtEr StArT tHiNkIn WiTh YoUr HeArT iF yOu WaNt MoRe Of ThAt TaStE.”
You hid your face in his chest while he chuckled. “You’re so corny,” you said, your words muffled by his shirt.
“yEaH i Am, GoT mE aLl StIfF lIkE a MoThAfUcKiN cOrN-oN-ThE-SlObBeRiN-cOb BeInG aLl CuTe AnD pReSsEd Up AgAiNsT mE aLl SuCh.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist being crass for a moment longer.”
“HaHaHa YoU kNoW iT, mY sWeEt SpAcE mOnKeY.”
“Stop teasing me, you … silly … stevia … “
“wEaK sAuCe.”
You planted a kiss on his grinning mouth to shut him up.
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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years ago
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May I request Natsu being a big brother figure to a new fem!member who is an Ice Dragon Slayer?
Aye. I really hope this was okay! My first try at a Fairy Tail mini fic so I wasn't sure how it would come out. But it gives me a challenge to try other anime (◕◡◕)
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"Damn it!" You cursed at yourself. Sweat dripped from your forehead, your arms shaking from exhaustion from using a great deal of mana.
Isolating yourself in the woods, you decided to try and build up your strength. You had just joined the Fairy Tail guild after learning that there were three other dragon slayers in the guild, you decided to join, too.
Being a Ice dragon slayer yourself, you wanted to be just as strong as Wendy, Gajeel and of course, Natsu, who you idolized before even joining.
You looked at the lone tree you had directed your attack to. It only had a small chunk of ice on the trunk on your right side. "Not good enough!" You growled, inhaling to prepare for another attack.
When you released your roar, the chunk of ice only grew a little bit. Frustrated, you ran up to the tree and punched at the ice; breaking it into pieces as it fell to the ground.
"Looks like you're having some trouble."
Whipping your head back, you saw Natsu and Happy standing behind you, arms crossed and grinning. Your cheeks pinked from embarrassment, he definitely saw you try and attack the tree. "I-Im just trying to perfect my roar."
"I see that." He walked up next to you and observed the tree. It definitely took some damage, but not enough to destroy if it were an enemy. "Not too bad."
"Not too bad?" You repeated. "How could I be called a Dragon Slayer if I can't even damage a damn tree?"
"Whoa whoa, calm down." Natsu raised his hands. "I came out here to help you."
You blinked. He was going to help you? "Th-Thanks, Natsu... But to be honest, wouldn't fighting against you put me at a disadvantage? You're a Fire Dragon Slayer; I'm ice."
Slinging his arm over your shoulder, he smiled and laugh. "That's true! But I'm not gonna fight you; that wouldn't be fair when I'm trying to get you to your full power." He pointed to the tree line. "You're going to fight him."
Squinting, you watched a man emerge from the trees, looking ready to fight. "Gray? You want me to fight Gray?"
"He uses Ice magic like you. Plus, I think it would be hilarious to watch his ass get beat by a girl."
That agitated Gray. "Oi! Keep running your mouth, and I'll fight you instead, you dumbass!"
"I dont know..." You said, unsure about sparring against a great ice type like Gray.
Natsu stood behind you, both hands on your shoulders. "You got this, Y/N. I'll be on the side, cheering you on; helping you." He leaned in and whispered something important in your ear.
Your heart swelled. Everyone in Fairy Tail was so accepting, no matter how your magic was or what you had done in the past. They were kind and helpful. Nodding, you steeled yourself and brought your body into a battle stance.
Gray shed the top half of his close, if he was going to spar, he was going to do it seriously, especially against a Dragon Slayer.
With a drop of his hand, Natsu started the battle and you and Gray charged at each other.
It was evenly matched at first to get your blood pumping and move fluidly, parring off Gray's attack.
As the battle continued, Natsu yelled from the side instructions on your breathing and conserving your mana for stronger attacks as punching and kicking. "Focus on your fists and feet! Move the power there and strike with force!"
You did as you were instructed. It had worked and you had inflict a bit of damage to Gray.
"Go, Y/N!" Happy shouted. "You can do it!"
Deciding it would be a good time to use your roar, you inhaled and prepared for your strongest attack. But something was wrong...
While focusing your mana to your limbs, you ended up using too much to even have enough for a roar. Damnit!
Gray created a huge ice hammer and swung it, hitting you and sending you flying into a tree.
"Y/N!" Natsu took a step towards you but then stopped. When the cool fog from all the ice started dispersing, he saw your figure against the tree, a grin on your face as you shoved chunks of ice into your mouth.
"What?" Gray took a step back. "S-She's eating my ice!"
Natsu smiled. Before the match started, he had whispered to you that when Gray uses his ice hammer, to take the blow and then consume it; making it build up your mana for a super strong roar.
"She ate the ice like you eat flames, Natsu!" Happy said excitedly, flying around in circles above Natsu's head.
You stood up onto your feet. "Get ready for a cool down!" You shouted, taking in as much air as you could. "Roar of the Ice Dragon!"
Gray's eyes widened and he turned to run, but was hit by your attack, freezing him in a giant ice block. You fell to your knees in exhaustion.
Natsu and Happy bounced to you. "You did it, Y/N! I knew you could!"
It took a lot out of you, but you did just what Natsu tought you. "Thank y-you, Natsu."
"I'm here to help you be your best!" He helped you to your feet.
Observing the giant ice block, you saw Gray's scared expression. "You'll have to get him out of there, Fire Dragon."
In Natsu fashion, he taunted his rival through the ice. "No way! This is way more entertaining! I'm gonna leave him in there for a while. Hahaha!"
You and Happy stood with exasperated expressions. Once Gray would be freed, you both knew a battle between them was going to start. "How do you put up with him, Happy?"
"I honestly don't know." Said the cat.
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irwen-s · 3 years ago
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hhhhh idk if i read it somewhere but yeah..omegas getting needy and just wanting to cuddle and have that skin-on-skin contact with their alpha in the days leading up to their heat...soft
i love discussing the non-sexual and worldbuilding aspects of abo..like obviously i love smutty smut but abo can also be super soft. yes u get it gyuri trying to make herself impossibly smaller so she can feel the safety and security of saerom's arms!!! [screams] theyre so soft
also ya ive thought about making a hc blog before but i feel like i always run out of steam before i can write my ideas out in full. for now im just happy to chat w you and bounce hcs off each other but do let me know if you get tired of me invading your askbox every other day lol!! (you'll be the first to know if i do make a blog one of these days tho :P)
if you're still up for indulging my rambles here's a new thought i had last night while watching ep 2 of fromis' from 2 meals, when jiwon messed up cooking the noodles and was being down on herself but jisun and saerom were quick to reassure her: omega jiwon with her alphas saerom and jisun. jiwon is so bright that she draws everyone around her in with her childlike excitement and seemingly endless supply of energy. her alphas, especially saerom, are guilty of occasionally egging her on and participating in her antics, but more often, saerom and jisun are content to watch from the sidelines, keeping a close eye on their little omega who shines as bright as the sun. but jiwon is human, and she's fallible, so there are moments where her light seems to dim and she doubts herself. she tries to cover up her disappointment by laughing it off but all her jokes fall flat, coming out as self-deprecating admonishments rather than her usual excitable humour. late at night, jiwon is lying with her head on jisun's lap and saerom is sitting next to them, stroking jiwon's hair. everyone is ready to pass out, bellies full with all the food they made for dinner, clothes still smelling of the barbecue smoke. "i really messed up in the kitchen today, huh? jiwonnie is a bit of a klutz, can you forgive her?" jiwon says it with her aegyo voice, looking every bit like a little duck with an exaggerated pout on her lips. saerom and jisun humour her with little chuckles. they don't even need to glance at each other to know what the other is thinking - typical jiwon, trying to play it off again. saerom raps a knuckle gently against their omega's forehead in reproach, but she makes up for it immediately after with the kiss she presses to jiwon's hair. "jiwon-ah, you did great. the noodles were still delicious, as if you couldn't tell with everyone wolfing them down at lunch," she scoffs, though there's no bite to the statement. jisun, who's been silent this whole time, hums in agreement, cupping jiwon's chin in her hand so she has to look up and make eye contact with her alpha, and for a moment, jiwon looks heartbreakingly vulnerable. "just...tell me i'm good?" saerom and jisun's hearts squeeze in their chests. jiwon, with her face free of makeup, wearing a t-shirt so big for her that she's almost drowning in it, is their baby. their omega to love and protect and cherish. "of course, baby. you're so good, and you did such a good job today," jisun says, kissing the palm of jiwon's hand. saerom has so many things she wants to say to jiwon - i love you, you're amazing, you light up every day for me, you make me want to be a better friend, lover and alpha - but she settles on "good girl," and the way that jiwon's eyes crinkle and her cheeks flush let saerom know she made the right choice. later, after jiwon is all tired out from saerom and jisun attacking her face with a relentless flurry of kisses, jisun softly offers to teach their omega a new recipe on their next free day, and even though there's still that self-doubt that lingers in the recesses of her mind, jiwon knows there is no judgment from her lovers.
oop i wrote another essay 💀 you suggested abo fromis and now youve created a monster. hope u enjoy my ramblings lmaooo pls feel free to contribute ur thoughts on this poly pairing, i love them already
- flover anon
wah thats such a cute abo headcanon . . . i think theres a kinda similar prompt in my inbox an anon gave me that relates to this so im gonna end up writing it eventually hahaha
omg you like the non-nsfw kind of worldbuilding stuff of the abo-verse too, thats super cool! im kinda crap at worldbuilding but the behaviorial aspects of abo seriously intrigue me a lot. i like exploring that for sure, especially for more atypical abo relationships
oh man yeah . . . thats just the shitty thing about writing. you have to make the thoughts pay rent in your head . . . gish gish. please let me know the day you try out a headcanon blog! or just even writing out a full out fic, i would lose my mind over that.
ive been rereading your mini fic essay for like the past few hours cause i cant stop Thinking about it now flover anon oh my goddddddd. i admittedly like saerom when shes paired with jiwon and jisun the msot but i didnt consider them as a TRIO until you put this in my inbox??? and jiwon as their omega while theyre both alphas is driving me crazy ive literally never thought of this before holy shit.
(jiwon trying to play it off as a joke even though she actually does feel guilty and insecure about it is making my heart explode especially because saerom and jisun already know exactly what shes doing and theyre immediately there to reassure her sobs)
i LOVE this idea and you just basically wrote a whole prompt out here oh my god . . . i want to write it but you already wrote it . . . im basically huhuing right now. i literally cant. this is so good? this is so *good* omfg
okay i know i took a super long time to respond to this but thats because i literally dropped everything to 1) watch the from 2 meal episode because i havent watched it yet i was gonna save it for later and to 2) write a small continuation BECAUSE I COULDNT RESIST. you wrote something so soft and sweet and i just [screams into a pillow] i wanted to add to it oh my god
flover anon . . . can you please for the love of jesus send in an actual fromis abo prompt with this trio cause i want to write something for them jfc, like sfw or nsfw either way
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franeridart · 7 years ago
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I don't know if I like what the manga is doing with the eri story wise right now. Like, after the new chapter, if eri's quirk ends up doing what I think it does, it will probably be a huge loss for the manga story wise. (I love mirio and nighteye, but in this situation, to get them back this way, would probably feel like a huge cop out)
Ah, can’t say you find me on your side on this, anon - generally I’m a positive person! And I like bnha because it’s a positive story! So, yeah, if Eri’s gonna fix it and avoid deaths and permanent damages all around I’m not gonna mind it one bit. I understand your position on this tho, and I’m pretty sure you’re not alone on it. I guess it’s about what you’re looking for in a story, and what the point the story means to bring across is to begin with - you say that having an all around positive outcome to this arc is gonna be a loss for the manga, but bnha isn’t snk. It’s not Tokyo Ghoul, or D.Gray-man, or any other story made to drive across the point that life is sad and sad things happen and you just gotta deal with it as best as you can. The general point of HeroAca, since the very beginning, is that luck exists! Things can turn out for the best! Look at it, our protagonist didn’t even have a quirk and now he’s got the best one out there. Literally became the successor to the greatest hero alive without doing anything aside from being a nice guy
I mean. I get why you’d wish for a... more real story, I guess. I get that you might like the angst and the realness of life being shitty and bad things happening and all that jazz. But that’s never been bnha’s point? Since the very start? Deku’s whole arc is turning into a fight to show you that you should never lose hope and that even set futures can still be rewritten - and, about that, there’s also how big part of this arc is still about Nighteye and what he saw in All Might’s future, and about Deku wanting to prove that he doesn’t have to die, so a girl that can literally rewind said future to make it go some other way? That’s exactly what you need to counter Nighteye’s quirk. Deku might talk about twisting fate all he wants, but considering how Nighteye’s quirk works and how precise and definitive it is, without something that can make what Nighteye saw happen just to bring it back and change it there was no way Deku could have done much.
As I said, I get why you’d be disappointed in the possibility of a total fix-it, but as far as bnha’s plot goes I don’t think the story’s gonna lose anything with simply keeping up the positive-to-a-naive-point look on life it has always had, if that’s what it decides to do. You might end up finding the story less good then you’d been expecting, but that’s because you were seeing bnha as a genre it has never even tried to be. This is still a story in which at some point holding hands saved the day, after all haha
Anon said:you always thanks horikoshi for your life but seriously, thank you, for my life
sob you’re so sweet oh my GOD ;O; thank you so much, I’m so so happy you’re liking my stuff!!!
Anon said:YOUR LATEST KIRIBAKU COMIC KILLED ME AND I THANK YOU FOR THAT YOU TALENTED HUMAN BEING
WAAAHHHHHHHH I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Would you ever draw anything nsfw or at least a little bit steamy?? I would love to see some of that in you style
That’s actually answered in my faq! But yeah to keep it short the answer is nope, I try to keep my blogs as sfw as I can manage! Also why would you want to see that sorta thing in my style omfg hahaha I feel like it would just end up looking wrong lmao
Anon said:im legit crying over this kiribaku comic 😭😭😭 bless you
I’m super happy you liked it but please don’t cry omfg !!!!*hands you tissues* 
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AAAAHHHHH I LOVE U TOO THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!!!!
Anon said:I rambled about it and I'm still blown away by it but that comic made my day so so so so so much I feel blessed. I was so excited when I saw how much there was and all of it!!! Was so good!!!! The art was consistently amazing and gosh u blow me away ur so good!!! I know it must've taken a lot and doing all that and SO WELL in 3 days??? I rlly appreciate the effort u put in and I wanted to let you know I think it was incredible C: I hope ur having as lovely as a day as that comic made mine
I’m gonna legit start sobbing, thank you so so so so much ;O; it did take a whole damn lot of work, but with how nice you’re being I feel like it was 100% worth it!!!
Anon said:your comic totally made my saturday, kiri is so cuuute wtf?? and baku so hella pretty? i mean, the way you draw him?? i cant rlly explain it but thank you for this beauty on my dashboard. i have all those warm mushy feelings when i see your stuff
Thank you!!!! and I’m happy I could make you feel the mushy feels hahaha feeling mushy mush is good I’m always glad when I’m told I managed to convey that !!!!
Anon said:your comics were so cute and so well drawn!! your art always puts a smile on my face :)
And your nice words put a smile on mine so now we’re both smiling and happy!!!!!! I love that!!!!!! :D
Anon said:bless you and thank you for the kiribaku content, you're making my day every time dude
You’re all!!!! so kind!!!!!!! aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you
Anon said:dRAW KIRISHIMA'S BLACK HAIR SPIKY OMG
That’s actually a nice idea, but can I maybe ask you to come around again with a “please” and “could you”? I’m sure you didn’t mean anything bad by it and I love the enthusiasm, but I prefer it when people are being polite when asking for stuff out of me
Anon said:Okay, how bout this? Bakushima Skyrim AU. This might be a little too close to the fantasy AU but hear me out. So Bakugoi Katsuki is a Breton Spellsword who is commanded by his lord (Aizawa) to go help the Empire with the Stormcloak Rebellion, he is then sent to Helgen by General Tullius to investigate its sudden communication silence. He then meets Kirishima (Eric the Slayer) at Rorikstead who is immediately fascinated by him, they end up traveling together and discover that Bakugo is dragonborn
I mean!!! That sounds like an incredible concept!!! But I’ve never played skyrim in my life before and I could barely manage to follow this ask all the way through, so I’m probably not the best person to suggest this to haha
Anon said:is momo your first option for our lil rocker lesbian or is it mina?
What a question! And one I don’t have a proper answer to, actually - I like both of them equally but for completely different reasons? MomoJirou is the type of ship I sorta see as more or less canon, like, they’re pretty damn obvious aren’t they? And they’re besties! And the aesthetics work so well! So generally I’m like, if I gotta pick one person for Jirou, basing the decision solely on canon stuff, I’m gonna pick Momo. They’re soft and warm too, have sort of a coffee-shop-AU feel to them, I love it
On the other hand Jirou and Mina don’t really have a significant relationship in canon yet - they’re friends and chill together now and again, but haven’t really interacted much in a proper way for me to say “yes, I can see it, this is a ship with some serious foundation” like I can with Momo. But. I understand this ship in a way I can’t seem to manage with MomoJirou. What Jirou would love in Mina and what Mina would love in Jirou, why they’d love each other, how they’d spend their time together and what the general feel of their story would be - the mood of it and the reasons behind it, I understand them, and I can’t seem to manage to do that with Momo yet.
So the actual answer is, if it’s about which of the two gives me more of a “this might actually be canon” feel, then it’s Momo. I do believe they love each other and their relationship is lovely. But if it’s about which of the two I have more fun thinking about, then Mina. It’s two very different ships with very different moods, after all haha
Anon said:your latest warm up my heart!!! man i love how you draw izuku and eri and mirio and well all of them but you dont often draw izuku especially congrats i never want to look away from it
I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE I’m actually weirdly proud of how that Izuku came out since usually I can barely manage to make him look like himself, so!!!! thank you!!!!!!
Anon said:Fran, hi! I saw some drawings of you (like, YOU) and I got under the impression that you're really tall??? Would you mind telling us your height? If it's too weird and it gets you uncomfortable, please, just ignore!
I decieved you, anon lmao I’m ~160cm, more or less like my girl Mina! Still the tallest girl in my family, but a small bean none the less in the grand scheme of things haha
Anon said:EVERY AU WHERE ALMA LIVES AND IS TOGETHER WITH YUU BEING HAPPY AND LOVED IS A VERY VERY GOOD AU!!! 💕
WHAT A CONSTANT ETERNAL MOOD THO
Anon said:Looking at your art reminds me that there still are good things to look forward to. Thank you.
This is such a soft ask??? Oh my god???? Thank you so much for the kind feeling!!!
Anon said:you did!! A background on the momojirou!! And I LOVE IT!!
I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!!! It’s just flowers, tho haha
Anon said:Your art is so nice to look at, it's really soft and pretty and looking at it makes me really happy!! I fell in love with your style the moment I saw it. Thank you for making such lovely art and posting it here, I really appreciate getting to see it ♡♡♡
;O; thank you so much oh my god!!!! I still feel like it’s sort of all over the place, but this ask makes me feel so much better about it aaah!!!!!!
Anon said:minajirou!! i never thought about so thank you fran bcause its so cute!! and soft!! and bright!! my best girls yess
THEY’RE GOOD AREN’T THEY bright beautiful ladies they make me so happy hahaha
Anon said:Your blog has changed my life for the better. thank you
I’m sure that’s an exaggeration omfg but I’m happy I can make you happy!!!
Anon said:Gosh Fran, I just wait for Kirishima with his hair down to be animated. Thank god you indulge us with your doodles of his fluffy hair down while we wait! On another note... I love how you add some random details in your drawings (like Kiri's tag sticking out lol).
THANK YOU for noticing even the small things like that hahaha some details like that are more for my personal amusement than anything else, but it’s nice to know some people pick up on them too hahaha
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damijon-supersons · 7 years ago
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Continuing with the 5+1 ficlet, lest see the part of Maya!, also thanks for doing gods work.
Haha..hahaha…okay, so I tried something new here. Censoring myself so that this is still sfw even though it’s hilariously lewd XD Did I do the right thing?? Did I go too far?? I’m sorry Maya!! *gets shot* *you’re welcome* *please don’t ban me*
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This is gonna be great! Maya said to herself. She smiled, although her mask hid her excitement. She nimbly climbed up Wayne Manor’s eastern wall, and through a second story window that she knew quite well—Damian’s room.
If she were any other wannabe thief, the manor’s defenses would have already blasted her to kingdom come. But she was Nobody, Damian’s erstwhile companion and partner. She had a special ID chip that let her through the manor anytime she wanted, given by Batman himself. Batman would know she was visiting—but not Damian. That was Maya’s master plan.
Her ‘little brother’, as she’d taken to calling him, had been very busy the past year, teaming up with Jonathan Kent—Superboy—and leading the Teen Titans. He and Maya hadn’t gotten a lot of chances to catch up with each other, and she was busy with her own adventures. That’s why she decided to surprise Damian with an unannounced visit.
The idea was she’d sneak into his room while invisible with her suit’s cloaking mechanism, and then, when Damian comes in and lets his guard down, she’d re-appear and scare the cape off of him. Not that Damian was ever the kind to fall for jump scares, but it was always fun to try.
Maya climbed into the window, noting the thankfully-inactive Taser prongs all around the frame. It was much like she’d remembered when she last came in here. It was a simple and well-organized room, quite unlike that of a regular teenage boy’s.
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A queen-sized bed stood in the center with its red silk sheets orderly and made. Simple oak drawers and dressers gave off a rustic yet quietly elegant feel to the room. Wall mounted racks and cases held a multitude of weapons, including various katanas, throwing stars, a sickle and mace combo, and a staff that looked suspiciously like the one Tim Drake uses as Red Robin. Other cases held stranger trinkets, including a bladeless sword hilt, and a case with a celestial bronze Greek sword gleaming inside.
Just then, Maya heard footsteps. Excited voices followed, which sounded something like a stiff “We’ll just be in my room,” and a giddy “Hi, Alfred! Bye Alfred!”
They’re here, Maya thought. She turned on her suit’s cloaking, and crouched in a corner, perfectly invisible. It looked like Jon was with Damian today. Even better—Damian will have an audience to whatever embarrassing reaction he’ll have to being surprised.
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Jon barged through the door first, a grin plastered on his face. His messy mop of dark hair swayed across his forehead as he ran, and his bright blue eyes shined in the light. He was dragging Damian by the hand almost impatiently. Damian didn’t look too upset, strangely enough. Even weirder, he looked like he was smiling.
Maya was just about to leap up and turn visible, but she caught herself when Damian locked the door. That was weird. Even weirder—Damian took off his mask and both boys held hands facing each other. Supposedly, Maya was the one who was going to shock and surprise Damian today. She never would have thought that the tables would be turned on her, that her heart would jump up to her throat and her eyes would bug out from inside her mask as she watched Damian Wayne passionately kissing Jonathan Samuel Kent.
Maya could feel the heat rising to her face and her display seemed to fog up as Damian and Jon continued their fierce lip duel, slurping, smacking and popping sounds wantonly filling the room. Their hands roamed all over each other—at first it was a firm embrace, then Jon stroked Damian’s hair while Jon stroked Damian’s back, and their hands got lower…and lower, and Maya almost squeaked. She watched in a daze as parts of Robin’s costume fell to the floor, Jon helping Damian disentangle himself from them as if they were on fire. Damian returned the gesture, almost ripping off Jon’s jacket with urgency, all the while managing to keep his lips on his taller friend.
Someone, please kill me, Maya thought to herself. Much to her dismay, a pair of sky blue boxers printed with Superman logos smacked her in the face and settled on her lap. She didn’t dare move to take it off. In front of her, she saw more of Damian than she’d ever wanted to see in her life. His body was small but well-toned, and that was all Maya was willing to process about the unclothed Robin at the moment. Jon’s body was mostly obscured by Damian’s…back, but Maya could see enough that she felt like she had to apologize to Jon after this.
Damian gripped Jon with both hands and pushed him onto the bed. Damian lay on top of him and they continued their feverish close-contact dance. From where Maya sat on the ground, hugging her knees, she could only see the side of the bed, and half of Damian’s back. She was glad she couldn’t see more, otherwise, she would’ve spontaneously combusted on the spot.
Mental note, install reverse noise dampeners to soundproof my helmet, she thought to herself again. She was very much used to Damian barking out orders, she was used to his sharp grunts and shouts as he fought with ninjas, assassins, monsters, robots, and gorillas. But she’d never heard him moan. And try as she might, she’ll never forget that sound, and she’d forever associate it with Damian’s face, especially when he wanted to look serious. Jon was worse—Maya genuinely wondered how the whole manor hadn’t already heard him squealing in delight. Even worse than Jon was the bed. It creaked and groaned, its springs squeaking like over-stressed metal. The sound was a constant rhythm, and coupled with the boys’ impassioned outbursts, Maya couldn’t think of any sound in the world that was any more terrifying. She looked daggers at the bed, but it continued to creak like the inanimate furniture that it was, as if to tease her.
Another moment later, and both boys rolled toward the other end of the bed, shifting them out of Maya’s view. All the while, she kept mentally muttering, “Please be done, please be done, please, oh gods, be done.”
One thing was for sure—she would never come to visit Damian again without calling first.
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“Pennyworth, I trust you with the utmost secrecy of this matter,” Damian said curtly.
“Of course, Master Damian,” Alfred agreed sympathetically.
Jon hung his head in embarrassment—he couldn’t even look the old kindly butler in the eye.
“Please, Alfred,” he pleaded. “If my mom finds out I lost my boxers, she’ll flip and then she might start to ask…” he couldn’t finish the thought.
“I’m sure it ended up in that corner last night, but I might have been mistaken.” Damian pointed to a corner of his room.
“Rest assured, Master Jonathan, your…undergarments will be found with all due haste and privacy,” Alfred said, and then he closed the door behind him.
Damian looked to Jon and said, “Don’t worry. If he can’t find your boxers, I’ll just give you one of mine. You can just tell your mom we swapped underwear.”
Jon sighed and shook his head.
“I’m not even sure if underwear swapping is a thing…”
“Sure it is!” Damian insisted. He held up a pair of white boxer shorts. “Here, this is a perfectly good pair of Calvin Kleins…”
Jon rolled his eyes. He was already thinking of a good way to say “It was Damian’s fault!”
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