#i also really wanted to draw a seagull

[kazimakuwabara]

Seto Kaiba and Jounochi Katsuya in some sort of Pirate au. what's happening? Pirate on Pirate crime. Kaiba totally stole Jou from his pirate crew, and Jou slept through the abduction. U w U

[cloudi-days]

almost every time i draw my art style is unintentionally Different so i should probably do something about that

[keeps-ache]

!! Freak Shock !!

[lazy-ahh]

MASTERLIST ! ! !

sincerely hope you enjoy your time here! 🫴💝

MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [ORBIT (YOU BURN BRIGHTER WITHOUT ME)]

you loved him in the way people love stars—knowing the light is already dead by the time it reaches you. mark grayson was made of collisions: his hands, his heart, his promises. you didn’t mind the bruises. not until the day you became one of them. (or: in which love is not enough to save you, but it’s the only thing either of you knows how to bleed for.)

› [YOU WERE ALWAYS IT FOR ME]

in which you hear something you weren’t supposed to. too bad mark grayson doesn’t know you’re awake. too bad you’ve loved him just as long.

› [TROUBLE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU]

you’re a disaster wrapped in kevlar and bad decisions. mark grayson? he’s sunshine in spandex. you shouldn’t work. you don’t work—except when it’s 2 am and the city’s quiet, except when his hands find the cracks in your armor like they were made to fit there. except when he looks at you like you’re something worth loving, and for once, you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong.

› [FIVE MORE MINUTES]

you just wanted a snack—was that too much to ask? but with mark grayson's warm, shirtless body pressed against yours, his hands tracing lazy patterns over your hips, and that stupidly perfect smirk ghosting your shoulder... maybe hunger can wait. after all, who needs food when your clingy, ridiculously hot superhero boyfriend is determined to keep you in bed forever?

› [ISSUE #27: HOW I (RELUCTANTLY) FELL FOR A NERD]

you've spent months pretending mark grayson is just some awkward comic book nerd—until one conversation about seance dog ruins everything. now you're stuck noticing things: how his stupid sweater hugs his arms, how his laugh sounds like a dying seagull (...in a cute way? and also why is his voice kinda hot-), and worst of all, how he might actually be the only person who gets you. william is suffering. you're in denial. mark is, as always, a disaster. this is war.

› [THRAXAN DRESS CODE: SMASH OR PASS]

mark grayson has survived battles, aliens, and the horrors of thraxa—but none of it prepared him for the real threat: you, utterly obsessed with how good he looks in that stupid, shimmering thraxan outfit.

› [THE WAY HOME FEELS]

debbie grayson has two sons—one by blood, one by choice. mark grayson has known this since he was ten, when you first started tagging along after school and never really left. seven years later, nothing's changed: you're still her favourite, still folded into their family like you were always meant to be there. and mark? well. he's just desperately in love with his best friend, watching you move through his house like it's yours, wondering if you'll ever realise his heart has been yours just as long.

› [YOUR PERSONAL CHEWTOY]

what started as a silly tiktok trend quickly spirals into something far more intimate when you convince your superhero boyfriend to try the viral "bow challenge." but between mark grayson's effortless strength, his flustered giggles, and the way he melts under your touch, you quickly realize this is about so much more than snapping a piece of silk.

› [THE SOUNDS HE MAKES (ARE ONLY FOR YOU)]

mark grayson purrs. it’s a secret only you know—something between a biological quirk and a love language, vibrating against your skin every time you touch him just right. and god, do you love finding new ways to draw it out of him.

› [CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT (I'LL CALL IT LOVE)]

mark grayson has a problem: you. specifically, the way you laugh at your own pranks, the way your hands always find their way to him, the way you call him 'pretty boy' like it doesn't ruin him every single time. (he wishes it meant something. he wishes you'd mean it.)

› [OVERDUE FEELINGS]

in which you’re just trying to finish your damn homework, but mark grayson keeps being distractingly… mark. (leaning into your space. bumping knees under the library table. accidentally reciting love poems like they’re about you.) it’s fine. you’re fine. (you’re not fine.)

› [YOU, ME, AND THE GHOST OF HIM]

in every world, you'd choose mark grayson. even when he's not yours. even when he's broken. even when it destroys you both.

series

› [ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE]

childhood best friends aren't supposed to stare at each other's lips. they don't linger in quiet moments, hearts pounding, stealing glances that last a second too long—close enough to cross the line, but too scared to take the leap, scared of ruining the one good thing close to perfection in their lives. mark grayson knows this. you know this. yet here you both are... two idiots who'd rather choke on their words than admit the truth.

› [ALMOST, BUT NEVER QUITE (pt. 2)]

a hundred almosts. a hundred times mark grayson nearly tells you—with his hands brushing yours a second too long, with his voice cracking when he says your name, with the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense in his chaotic, superhero life. but ‘almost’ doesn’t change anything. not until one quiet night, when the air between you crackles with everything unsaid, and the line between friendship and more feels thinner than ever.

(or: mark and reader are disasters in love, dancing around the truth until neither can pretend anymore.)

-

GOGGLE-LESS! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [HOW TO (NOT) CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS VIA ATTEMPTED MURDER]

they say violence is a love language—and yours is practically poetry. mark grayson knows this better than anyone. (or: the one where you punch him in the face daily and he still looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.)

-

MASKLESS! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [(YOU WERE) MY HOME]

you memorized the exact shade of brown in mark grayson’s eyes. the way his laugh crinkles his nose. how his hands always tremble after a fight. he memorized the way your body went limp in his arms when the kryptonite hit. how your blood looked smeared across his suit. the exact second your heartbeat stopped. (he’s not your mark. but when he kisses you like he’s drowning, you let him.)

-

MOHAWK! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [ME? CARE? LOL. LMAO.]

imagine the most unhinged version of mark grayson—now give him a mohawk, piercings, and exactly zero self-preservation instincts. this is that fic. (also maybe some feelings. but we don’t talk about those.)

› [CHAOS LIKES COMPANY. A.K.A I LIKE YOU]

you always imagined your grand exit would be more dramatic—maybe a hail of gunfire, a building collapsing in slow motion, at least a decent fucking punchline. instead you're testing a theory: if you disappear now, will mark grayson (your idiot, your disaster, the love of your shitty life) even notice? were you gonna be a tragic loss that haunted him forever, or the weird stain on the couch he learned to ignore?

› [I HATE YOU (I LOVE YOU)]

mark grayson is seventeen, stupidly powerful, and completely incapable of handling you—his childhood rival, his best friend, the person who drives him absolutely insane in every way possible. you fight, you shove each other into lockers, you steal the last fry off his tray every damn day. and yet, somehow, you're the only thing he can't seem to live without.

› [LOST STAR]

when a tamaranean crash-lands on earth with his powers locked behind strange cuffs, the last person he expects to meet is mark grayson—mohawk, piercings, and all the attitude of a pissed-off superhuman. but after a very unconventional first encounter (involving lips, language barriers, and zero personal space), the two find themselves tangled in something neither expected. now mark’s stuck babysitting an alien who follows him like a lovesick comet, touches him like he’s something sacred, and looks at him like he’s the entire damn universe. worst part? mark’s starting to like it.

› [BLACK AND BLUE]

what do you get when you mix a snarky kryptonian with a mohawk-sporting, emotionally constipated invincible? a whole lot of bickering, brutal takedowns, and unresolved sexual tension that could power a city. you and mark grayson have been dancing around each other for years—fighting villains, fighting each other, and definitely not thinking about what his hands would feel like under your shirt. but when a simple mission leaves you both bruised and breathless, that thin line between rivalry and something else starts to blur. and maybe—maybe—you’re both finally ready to cross it.

-

OMNI! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [HIS TO KEEP]

they’d call it toxic. you call it love. mark grayson decides what you eat, what you wear, when you come—and you wouldn’t have it any other way. after all, who needs freedom when you have him?

-

SHIESTY! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [TIS' BUT A SCRATCH]

you’re bleeding out. you’re definitely bleeding out. but hey—if you play it cool, maybe mark won’t notice? (keyword: maybe.) turns out, hiding a gaping wound from your superpowered, hyper-observant boyfriend, mark grayson, isn’t exactly your best idea. especially when said boyfriend is the kind of guy who swears like a sailor, fights like a berserker, and somehow still manages to be the most overprotective idiot alive.

-

SINISTER! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [THE THINGS YOU'D DO FOR LOVE]

you’d follow mark grayson anywhere—even into the dark. when he asks you to betray everything you once stood for, you don’t hesitate. not when his hands are the only ones that still feel like home.

series

› [A BEAUTIFUL, MONSTROUS THING]

mark grayson, also known as invincible, is a sinister conqueror who decided to kill thousands of people alongside his father. they call him a monster. you call him yours. (and when he smiles at you—all sharp teeth and ruined cities—you don’t flinch. you smile back.)

› [YOUR SON, YOUR BLOOD, YOUR UNDOING]

love is a weak human thing—until it isn’t. until it’s mark grayson’s hands around his father’s throat, his lips stained with viltrumite blood as he gasps ‘mine’ like it’s the only word left in his vocabulary. (or: the one where legacy means nothing, and you mean everything.)

› [HONEY ON HIS LIPS, VENOM IN HIS KISS (MY LITTLE BUMBLEBEE)]

a chillingly sweet one-shot where mass murder is just foreplay, where pet names are whispered between executions, and where the only thing more terrifying than mark grayson’s power is how desperately he’s adored by you. when a foolish hero tries to stand against you both, they’ll learn the hard way: this couple kills together—your hands just as bloody as his, your smile just as sharp. after all, why should the world get to keep its heroes when you could keep mark all to yourself?

-

VILTRUM! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [THE WRONG UNIVERSE TO LOVE YOU IN]

this one wants you back. the problem? you don't belong to him. you belong to the mark grayson who loves eve, the mark who will never know you loved him first, the mark whose laugh still echoes in your dreams. now, as his fingers wipe blood from your face with terrifying gentleness, reality splits open: stay and die for a love that was never yours, or let him steal you away to a world where you were his—where you'll always be second to a ghost of yourself. (he promises to be better. you almost believe him.)

› [ORPHAN OF THE VOID (MEETS HIS RUIN)]

rule #1 of being a space outlaw: always put yourself first. you've survived slave markets, alien mobs, and the cold void of space—but none of it prepared you for mark grayson. in another life, you might’ve run. but his hand fits too perfectly around yours—and for the first time, you’re not sure you want to escape.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

JASON TODD

one-shots

› [HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE]

the blood on jason todd's gloves isn't yours. the ache in his chest is. it's been there since the first time you kissed him - this relentless, terrifying need that claws at his ribs whenever he's away from you.

› [TRACING SCARS]

in the quiet hours between nightmares and dawn, jason todd lets himself be vulnerable—just for you. tracing scars instead of reopening wounds, sharing breath instead of bullets, he learns that some things are stronger than the past.

› [THE CROWBAR WASN'T THE WORST OF IT (WATCHING YOU FORGET HOW TO SMILE IS)]

you'd recognize jason todd anywhere—even through the armor, even through the years. the arkham knight moves like a ghost, but you know the weight of his footsteps, the hitch in his breath when he lies. and when he saves you from a bat to the skull, you do the one thing that might break you both: you pretend not to know him, the boy under the armor who still wears your old hoodie beneath his kevlar.

› [IT WILL COME BACK]

twenty five times jason todd warned you not to love him, and one time he begged you to stay.

› [CLOSE ENOUGH TO HURT (CLOSE ENOUGH TO HOLD)]

jason todd doesn't ask for hugs. he asks you to punch him instead. it's your job to read between the bruises.

› [LIKE WE WERE KIDS AGAIN]

"you stayed," you murmur, voice cracking like the childhood promises you both broke. jason todd doesn’t answer—just holds you tighter, as if his arms could undo years of hurt. (they can’t. but tonight, with your laughter muffled against his chest and his fingers tangled in yours, maybe "broken" doesn’t have to mean "unfixable.")

series

› [I THOUGHT OF YOU BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED]

jason todd comes home to you with bruised knuckles and a heart too full to name. the red hood is all sharp edges and violence, but with you? he's just jason—achingly tender, disarmingly soft, hands that break bones cradling your face like you’re something sacred.

› [BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED (pt. 2)]

the red hood is all sharp edges and violence—but with you? he's just jason. aching. tender. hands that break bones cradling your face like you’re something sacred. and tonight, jason todd doesn’t want worship. he wants to be ruined by it.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[banj0possum]

umm is it possible to get a yandere! male!siren x shy!gn reader?

Fish Bait

Yandere!Siren x GN Reader

CW: Kidnapping, assault, minor stalking, murder, thalassophobia maybe?

🌊 You are quite shy when it came to talking to people. You found the whole 'socializing thing' a bit overwhelming considering how rough and loud the rest of the people in your academy was.

🌊 You much preferred staying by the shore with a nice book or drawing book to enjoy the sound of the waves with. The ocean breeze and wailing of seagulls never failed to relax you.

🌊 One day, you heard the strange sound of splashing by the tide pools along the more rocks area of the shore. You thought it was a fish or some other animal that got stuck in one of the pools after the tide retreated and got up to help it out.

🌊 But what you saw was no animal, well, half animal. In one of the pools was a man with the lower half of a fish, his scales glistened wondrously as it splashed in the water.

🌊 The man looked at you with wide eyes and froze. You put your hands up to show you meant no harm.

🌊 "Please! Spare me! I just want to go home!"

🌊 "Calm down! I won't hurt you!"

🌊 He shook with fear as your hands drew closer to him.

🌊 You then pulled him up from the pool and carried him to the sea, he stares at you as you gently lowered him unto the water.

🌊 As soon as his tail was submerged in the sea, he swam out of your grasp and went a distance away from you, part of his head peeking out of the water as his red eyes looked at yours.

🌊 "Well...safe travels.." You mutter, wading back to shore, but the merman peeks his mouth out the water and shouts to you.

🌊 "You're not going to ask anything in return?"

🌊 You look back. "Uhm..no, I'm fine, thanks anyway.."

🌊 "Hmm, you know...you can come with me to my home. I'll grant you the power to breathe under water and you can enjoy the treasures I have there. What do you say? It's the least I can do for what you've done for me!"

🌊 "Nah, I'm good. Be safe though, I heard theres pirates that hunt merfolk nowadays..." You continue your way to shore but the merman swims quickly to your side.

🌊 "Don't you want to be rid of those insolent fools you call schoolmates? I can give you a life people only dream of!"

🌊 "I'm not really..interested..."

🌊 "...You're not?"

🌊 "Yeah..."

🌊 "...Oh..uh..ok...wow-um..well, bye I guess..." The man stutters before sinking his head back into the water.

🌊 You sigh, that was some encounter. You doubt you'd run into something like that again...

🌊 Boy howdy you were wrong.

🌊 You'd spot the strange boy again and again, always hiding back behind the rock or piece of driftwood he was watching you from.

🌊 Sometimes you'd also find trinkets and beautiful stones laid on the shore. You never took them though; you didn't want to take something someone probably lost. The merman would grumble to himself every time you ignored his baits.

🌊 You'd also see him again trapped in the pools, feigning sorrow that poor little him got stuck again during another low tide. What ever shall he do?

🌊 Your days would go on like this, the merman desperately trying to lure you into the sea but to no avail due to your shy and polite nature.

🌊 Him basically stalking you turned to him directly talking to you and trying to get you to go with him in the water.

🌊 "Oh dear, I've been stuck at this reef for ages! I just can't get out! Could you help me please? I promise not to drown you!"

🌊 "No thanks, I'm on the last chapter of my book..."

🌊 "My, my, it's so lonely in the ocean, not a playmate in sight, come down with me so we can really get to know each other yeah?"

🌊 "I don't really wanna get my clothes wet..."

🌊 What you thought was a potentially dangerous creature of the sea became a whiny, attention-seeking drama queen.

🌊 Eventually, you'd learn his name is Caspian. He gave up a bit on trying to lure you and settled on making small talk with you.

🌊 Most of your conversations would revolve around your cultures, how you two lived compared to eachother.

🌊 "So those silver things with teeth aren't combs? Interesting...tell me more!"

🌊 He more or less looked up to you because of the knowledge you'd tell him, even though it was all basic things ever human knows, but he wasn't a human so, I guess it's alright.

🌊 He'd try to crawl onto shore to see what you were reading or drawing. You'd have to scoot away from him because he was dripping wet, and you didn't want your paper to get soiled.

🌊 Please read to him! He loves it when you read out loud the books you bring!

🌊 Life seemed pretty content with you having a friend to talk to, one who's not judgmental of your quiet personality.

🌊 That was until one day, you heard laughing and shouting from your usual spot.

🌊 You saw your classmates, waist deep in the water trying to drag Caspian to the shore, the merman snarling and biting the air around him angrily as the bullies degrade and laugh at his attempts to wriggle out of their grasp.

🌊 "Look at this, boys! With this ugly thing we can buy the whole pub if we wanted to!"

🌊 "H-hey! Leave him alone!" You shouted, dropping your things as you ran to help your friend, but one of them punched you with in the face and grabbed you, about to hit you again.

🌊 "What? You're gonna let this siren kill everyone that comes to this beach? God you're dumb! No wonder why you have no friends!"

🌊 He was about to give another blow when you both heard a shrill cry from the ocean.

🌊 The water pooled with crimson as only the splashing of limbs can be seen form the shore, cries and gurgles are heard from the writhing gore. Your classmate rushes into the water to save his friends before the violent splashing stops and the red patch of bloody water extends towards him and around him until you see him get yanked below into the water, a splash of a fish tail verified in your mind that it was Caspian.

🌊 You could feel your heart pounding as you see the siren lift its head from the water, his blood red eyes staring at you again with razor sharp teeth bared.

🌊 "P-please...don't hurt me..I didn't lead them to you I swear!" You cried as he crawled to your shivering form.

🌊 You held your breath as he pulled you in a wet hug, your clothes getting stained by the salty, bloody water.

🌊 "Oh my darling~ I know you would never hurt me~ But we're not safe here anymore..I fear I'll have to take you somewhere safer...somewhere away from those disgusting creatures."

🌊 You couldn't even react before you were pulled into the water forcefully, you kicked and swam all you could to get him to let go of you, but soon enough, your whole body was under the water. The only thing that was left of you were your things by the sand, and bubbles that rose to the surface before stopping.

🌊 "You'll be safe here my love, my most wonderful treasure~"

this one was by far one of my favorite bois ive written, he's so mhmhmghghghmmmhmhmmhhh

[starshipdecay]

Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

[timberalone]

How about a pirate Medic design? Drew this last year and wanted to share here too!

I wanted to draw a lot of it, but I really struggled with Engineers and since he is my favourite, I kinda let go of the idea? Maybe I will pick it up again!

Archimedes is a parrot, because that was the reasonable thing to do, tho I guess a seagull would have been another option!

Also excuse me for making some mistakes with the tags, Im still figuring out Tumblr and my wonderful girlfriend is helping me with it lol

[phoenixhellfiresblog]

What We Learned With Sonic X Shadow Twitter Takeover:

Shadow didn't really want to swap bodies with Sonic.

Shadow called Sonic "Stupid" and met with Amy.

Shadow doesn't hate Tails and recognizes his "Tremendous decision-making power" by calling him a Kid.

Traveling is important for Shadow, but if you don't learn your lessons along the way, you can make mistakes over and over again.

AND SHADOW IS ALSO A GREAT BABYSITTER! HE WILL TAKE CREAM TO THE PARK AND NOT LET HER ICE CREAM FALL, OR HAVE IT STOLEN BY SEAGULLS. WHAT A MIRACLE!

Shadow lost in a finger fight with Sonic.

AND HE ALSO DOESN'T KNOW WHERE SO MANY SILVER FANS COME FROM, BUT HE RESPECTS HIS GOALS AND ASPIRATIONS. I DON'T LIKE THEIR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE! I LIKE THE OLDER BROTHER MORE-THE YOUNGER BROTHER!

SHADOW IS SONIC'S OFFICIAL RIVAL, PERIOD! Between Zavok and Dadonda.

JOKES ABOUT MOMS ARE PRESENT!

AND MACARENA! THEY SING IT TOGETHER!

TRUST IN ROUGE AND ENTHUSIASM WITH OMEGA. OH MY GOD, DARK CANON IS BACK AGAIN!

Shadow was at Amy's concert and had never BEEN so FIRED UP SINCE THE OLYMPICS. GIVE THIS GUY SOME MUSIC!

Shadow doesn't mind fishing with Big. OH MY GAD, I WANT TO SEE THEIR INTERACTION AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ON SUCH A RELAXING MOMENT!

SHADOW WOULDN'T HAVE SAVED TAILS. HE KNOWS HE'S A SMART FOX, BUT HERE'S A HEDGEHOG. HE WOULDN'T HAVE HELPED HIM. PURELY A BEST FRIEND WHO HATES YOU BUT QUIETLY.

Shadow hates frivolous shopping, but because of AMY's ENTHUSIASM, he bought himself a couple of things and gloves. YOU ARE A TRADING PARTNER!!!!!

THE FACT THAT SHADOW WEARS PRACTICAL AND NOT BRIGHT OUTFITS MAKES ME RESPECT HIM MUCH MORE DEEPLY.

AND SHADOW CAN SWIM, UNLIKE MR. BLUE, WHO WEARS FLOATS.

SHADOW IS VERY MANLY WITH A FUZZ, PERIOD! HE'S A MANLY HEDGEHOG!

SHADOW HAS RIDICULED SONIC'S MODER, AND LOVES THE CLASSICS.

PUT PANTS ON ALL THE MONKEYS! AND RELEASE THEM FROM THE BALLS! YOU ARE MORE THAN MONKEYS!

Shadow doesn't like Jet too much, but he doesn't know what happened to him.

BOTH HEDGEHOGS ARE VERY BAD AT DRAWING. I WANT TO SEE THESE DOODLES! NOW!

WERE THERE ANY TRAININGS AND READINGS AT THE ARK? OH, AND THEY WERE PLAYING CHESS! SOMEONE HERE IS A STRATEGIST AND VERY WITTY?!

I ALSO WANT TO APPLY TO SQUAD DARK!

BUSINESSMAN SHADOW! THE CODE IS RED! THE CODE IS RED!

Shadow is a bookworm, and reads history, strategy, and other books.

Shadow's first transformation into a Super wasn't difficult, but he controlled himself so as not to lose his temper and cause Chaos.

SONIC CALLED ABE IN FRONT OF SHADOW! AND THEY AGREED ON A SMALL DINNER! AND ABE TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDSON AND HIS WIFE MAKING PIES. GIVE ME MORE INTERACTION WITH ABRAHAM AND SHADOW, BEYOND ADVENTURE, PLEASE SEGA!!!!!!

SHADOW LIKES BLACK COFFEE (AND SONIC LIKES LATTE)!!!!!

Shadow is more strict about Ciao, training, training and training.

THE HEDGEHOG DOES NOT BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. HE'S… NOT…BELIEVES… IN… THEM.

A DREAM… FOR…WEAKLINGS….Shadow said and skipped the question of where he usually sleeps.

[jennamoran]

The World Became as Glass

I don't know what the noise at the very beginning is. I don't even know if it was me and not the computer being weird. I kept having recordings start with clicks and then break into actual voice midword so this time, this take, I waited around and made random noises to get the microphone live before starting this time.

(original script that I was recording from follows)

Let’s tell stories.

Last night, I was doing pretty well, to be honest. I knew things could be bad, but I thought they could be good. Sometime after dinner, I made the mistake of checking the news. It wasn’t even settled then.

And it was like the world was made of glass.

Like the world was made of glass, and behind it was a wind of malignancy and rot, a thing like the sludge you find if you leave vegetables alone too long.

I don’t know if that’s how it was for you.

And like, if a story starts with the world becoming as glass, that has to be the answer, too. I think. The story begins with the state of things, and ends with how it wants you to feel.

You don’t have to think about last night if you don’t want to. You can think about some other time. Some other story. Do tell me that story, though.

For me, the world became as glass; and so it ends, because the world is glass.

But I like to believe in hope, right?

What’s hope in your story?

In mine, it’s ... fire. It’s a fire that can burn the gunk away. And its secret comes from the way the world becomes as glass.

And like my first thought as to that secret—what’s yours, by the way?

My first thought as to that secret is that, like, we’re looking for the last glassbreaker in the world. That you can break the glass and … the malignancy behind it somehow fades.

I’m too angry for that tonight, though.

It’s a beautiful little story, to imagine that if you break the glass, the horror goes away; and if you have anxiety, if you have fear, then that’s a story that should speak to you, you know? But this wasn’t anxiety or fear from daily life. This was anxiety or fear from a horror that only comes once or twice a decade.

I don’t want to exaggerate it. To be clear. I don’t want to tell you that we’re all doomed. We’re not. But it’s also genuinely bad.

So let’s find a different story. Do you need to?

Here’s another way to tell the story of the horror, and have the answer be as glass.

That somewhere in the world is the last fire of goodness. Break the glass and set it free.

My brain, because it’s my brain, immediately says: it’s a tourist attraction. People come and look at the fire. They ooh and ahh. Because you want something ridiculous in your story, right? Something ridiculous and true.

Something that hurts but makes you laugh.

I draw on pop culture for that a lot. I think about Coney Island. I don’t even really know what that is, the name just stuck in my brain for the kind of thing I want.

There’s the last flame of goodness in the world, and it’s a tourist attraction. People walk by, eating cotton candy. They laugh at clowns. Sometimes the cotton candy gets away, it drops to the floor, and they wistfully stare after it thinking about the fading of the goodness of the world.

I like a light touch. I like the kind of melancholy you can laugh at. It’s the same as the melancholy that makes you weep, but it doesn’t hurt until you’re ready to unbox it.

Maybe there’s some seagulls?

I don’t know. You have to come back to this part after you write the end.

The end, of course, is that the fire gets set free. Everyone tried to stop this. They warned and warned the protagonist. Which I guess metaphorically means, don’t hope, but also, like, people get upset if you try to break the glass in—-

Ooh, break the glass in case of fire. Break the glass if you need fire. Yeah.

The fire gets free.

And the malignancy, I think, is like oil, right? It’s like an oil slick, spreading on the sea that is our lives. That’s part of the real evil that’s been unleashed today, although only the smallest and most already-present part. But it’s there.

And so the fire catches on that, and it burns. It’s still burning now.

I’m still looking for your story, to be clear. I’m still looking for how you processed the night, or some other night. I’m still looking for how you take that and turn it around and find the answer.

I want to hear your little bits of melancholy humor. I want to see that in the replies.

But that’s the story, right?

The rest is a bunch of editing. I like to write really short stories and really long stories. So for me, it can be just a few paragraphs, you know?

Say it with me: once upon a time …

Once upon a time, for Jane, the world became as glass. And behind that glass, pressed up against it like a starving kid against the windows of the world, a sea of rot.

…

So I do think there’s rot in the world, but I also think you have to be really careful with it in fiction. Everybody puts themselves on the side of the angels, you know? The more words for evil we have, the more people turn it into weapons for themselves. Usually against the best and most vulnerable of us.

So let’s try this again.

Once upon a time, Jane saw the world become as glass, and behind it was ...

Hm, step back a bit. Once upon a time, goodness rained down upon the world like candy. It fell in drifts and piles, like the snow, and it was sweet.

But we did not pick it up.

It was on the other side of the glass from us, a glass we let be hidden from us, and so it moldered on the hills and dales of the world, feast-grounds for the harvest-men alone.

They kept it for themselves, but they could not process it, and it began to rot.

One day, for Jane, the world became as glass; she saw through that veil of the world, but there was not goodness there but rather rot, a sea of rot, pressed up aginst the glass that was the world like a hungry child at the window. A sea of rot that had been goodness but was still desperate to get in.

“Wow,” she said. “That’s not up to code!”

I figure, the way it happened, after all, was that some regulations or other got slashed. You know. The ones that say you have to share the goodness. The ones that say you have to have drainage set up for a sea of goodness turned to rot. You’re not supposed to just pile glass haphazardly this way and that and leave candy out to rot behind.

I’m pretty sure.

I haven’t actually read most of the rules that have been cut.

There was still one bit of goodness, though, that didn’t end. One bit of goodness that burned on and on. A kind of love, a kind of hope, that was not candy but rather fire.

It burned, behind the veil of the world, and people came to look at it. They pointed at it and laughed, or showed their kids.

“This is what we could have been.”

They built a great park around it, and candy—processed, preserved, and resold by the harvest-men—well, they carried it around, and chatted, and did not think for a time about the great sea of rot behind the glass.

They warmed themselves by the light of the fire, and told themselves, this is something small.

This is something trivial and laughable and covered in the lime of passing birds.

(Birds don’t like the fire of goodness. Only a fire of world-ending wickedness burns within their hearts. But love them for it, do love them for it, for it’s still a flame.)

Jane let the long years pass before she went to see it. It was just a carnival attraction after all. And living in a world of glass and rot is tiring. She kept cutting herself on the edges of the glass wheresoever she would walk.

And when she saw it, she stopped, and stared; and her heart was in her throat, and she said, “Oh.”

Oh, she said, and knew that we were beautiful.

The sign beneath it read, “In case of fire, DO NOT BREAK GLASS.”

This is incidentally reasonable, because if there is a fire, you don’t want broken glass there too. Remember only to break the special glass that is there to break in fires rather than like any glass you want.

But Jane didn’t remember that.

She saw the sign, and scoffed, because everyone knows that’s not what it’s meant to say.

So she reached out, and took the hammer. (There was a hammer, even though nobody was supposed to break the glass. IT’s like I said, a bunch of regulations had been slashed.)

“No,” yelled the guy who owned the park. “No! My passive income!”

“No!” yelled the children passing by. “It says DO NOT BREAK GLASS!”

The birds screeched, too, but in their hearts I think that they were glad.

And she took the hammer, and struggled through the field of arms that tried to hold her back—

There was a field of arms. It was one of the other attractions. Some kind of lingering bodily autonomy sort of thing, I guess?

And struck; and raged the fire free.

And in that moment she understood that she had always seen herself on the wrong side of the glass. In that moment she understood that the fields of rot were not sealed away, but rather ever-present, a reflection, and it walked beside her.

She grasped this in that moment, as the fields of rot took flame.

She grasped this, as that pyre of goodness rose to seize the world; and was exalted in the flame;

And if it has stopped, that fire burns right to this day.

... I could do better, do more editing, smooth it into shape; but not today.

[thunderfledgeling]

⋆.⊹*𖦹 Thunderfledgeling 𖦹*⊹.⋆

(a roleplay blog for @squiddokiddo's oc)

Hello!! Welcome to my blog!! I haven't done a real, proper intro yet and I wanted to make one so y'all know a bit more about me.

Name: Sea-Squirt Tracy (but y'all can just call me Squirt)

Age: I am 12 years old.

Gender: No gender only chaos!! >:3

Pronouns: They/Them

Favourite Colour: I love all colours but I really like yellow.

Home Life: I live on Tracy Island with my brothers Scott, Virgil, Alan, Gordon and John, my sister Kayo, my Grandma and our family friend Brains. I'm adopted and originally from the UK but I don't really want to discuss my birth family rn.

Career: I am International Rescue's first ever cadet, I am training to become an aquanaut under Gordon and Virgil's guidance. I still have to go to regular school 3 times a week tho ugh...

Hobbies: I like gaming and drawing and swimming and scuba diving and climbing and rock pooling and skateboarding (tho I'm not very good at it) and destroying my brothers in pillow fights.

Strengths and Flaws: I've been told that I'm determined and driven but I'm also stubborn. Virgil says I'm accident prone which I kinda have to agree with him there, the infirmary is my second home. (;^^)

Achievements: Passing my PADI course and that one time I grabbed a seagull in mid air (don't worry he was fine)

My blog: I'm just here to share stories, make friends, chat with my brothers' biggest fans and have fun. You're all welcome to ask stuff about me and my fam and tell me about your day.💛💛

Important links: :⊹*𖦹Boundaries𖦹*⊹:

[dawnsdragon]

Summary:

“𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵.”

Genre: Hurt, very little comfort; Weirdly sweet in a way; They love each other in this I swear!; Some fluff in the end Rating: Mature (?) CW: Allusion to death; no actual death; Allusion to suicide; no actual suicide; idk what else but please let me know; Forgot to add, but brief blink-and-you’ll-miss-it spoiler for Caleb Tender Moments Skyline Characters: Caleb, MC Wordcount: 520 Relationships: Caleb X (Fem!)MC AN: So this is still a drabble and I am so sorry that it took so long to write. I started student teaching and I've been drowning （；´д｀）ゞ

“You promised me. You promised me you would always be by my side, in this life and in the next. So come with me. Caleb, come with me.”

And that was the problem with love. 

It wasn’t a fickle thing. It was temporary, fleeting, and time had a way from keeping it withstanding. Love was painful instances, memories filled by tragedy and yearning with brief moments of burning reprieve. There was no peace, no autonomy. It didn’t motivate anybody. It wasn’t freeing. It held no joy. Love was oppressive, demanding, a soul crushing force that drowned all those hypnotized by its allure within its illusionary falsehood. 

And that was the problem with people. 

They weren’t morally pure beings. They were vile, disgusting, and circumstances had a way of drawing out self-righteous zealots. People were foolish dreamers, idealists fueled by fairy tales and myths with promises of utopic happily-ever-afters. There were no heroes, no saints. They weren't seeking unity. They weren't repaying kindness with kindness. People were vindictive, greedy, monsters who treated everyone as an end to a means despite their spurious smiles. 

And that was the problem with them.

MC and Caleb had broken their strings. The two of them, dolls, puppets, had found serenity in one another. A pair who were dependent, always reaching out for the other, and not once noticing the sinister entity seeking to shatter their sanctuary. He had paradise, Eden. And her adoration illuminated the darkness. She cradled jubilation. MC was eternal. And yet, the two were dissected, questioned, seen as obsessive and it was only a matter of when one of them would drown the other with their possessiveness. 

But, as Caleb sat quietly by MC’s side, he could only wonder if the problem was actually with time.

It was an endless cycle. Life. Death. Life. And death once again. There wasn’t any way of stopping it. It was pointless to fight against it. Poets wrote about it. Scientists experimented with it. But no one found a way to murder it. Caleb had seen the horrors of it and MC had lived through its ceaseless endings. It never showed empathy. There couldn’t be bias.  Time sought to maintain its perennial rotation, suffocating all those who did not follow along with it.

And maybe that was why Caleb couldn’t survive this.

Love.

People. 

Them.

Time.

All of it was seeking to destroy. Two fools were given the short end of the stick and Caleb could only stare at the ashen face of the women who would gladly allow their demolition. Because that was the problem with love. It made you idiotic. But that was also the problem with people. They were stupid enough to believe in it. And that was the problem with them. Caleb and MC would never get to experience it. Because the problem with time was how short it is.

“Caleb?”

Yes, all of these things lead to their destruction. There wasn’t a point in trying to stop it. 

Reaching out, Caleb brought what little was left of MC to him.

 “Of course Pip-squeak, but maybe not as seagulls okay?”

AN #2: this totally disregards some lore about MC and the Aether core. Also idk when or where this would take place but I really wanted to write about the complex relation these two shared.

[viisforvalentine]

i know almost all of you follow me for Weddie stuff but ermmmmmm Muirinnes time!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways here are some headcanons of them because i wanna flesh them out a bit for a fanfic im writing :] ( spoilers for the fic: lots of soft fluffy m0nsterfvcking)

Some of these are probably hella ooc but idc, im cringe and free and i wanna see those two old men BOINK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Innes

- Something tells me he's a good friend of Roys, probably not as close as Caz is obviously, but still I can see them throwing playful jabs at eachother

- Dimples. The man has dimples. You cant change my mind.

- Extremely patient and level headed, i mean, we saw how he was when his literal best friend turned into a sludge meatball, shock or not he was clear headed enough to tell Caz to get his shit together so they could (try to) help eachother out.

- I feel like he has a really good relationship with his parents. Type to have sunday dinners with the family before his job on the rig, clean the dishes afterwards and everything.

- Someone said this already (cant exactly remember who) but he definitely seems like the type to destress by just sitting with one of his favorite tv shows in his underwear, smoking a cig and sipping a beer. Though, occasionally he destresses by hanging out with the rest of the crew.

- During competitive games i feel like hes the type to try an trick the other out of winning, making a quick loud noise, getting in their head, stuff like that lol (Muir backs him up every time)

- Always up to some weird shit like feeding seagulls bits of his lunch or helping Roy cook even though he has 0 culinary skills

Muir

- Papas boy. 100%. Has a few pictures in a picture book of him and his dad working on cars together

- The type to work so fast he forgets safety, gets injuried (not huge injuries, things like smashed fingers, split nails, etc) on the job all the time

- Dares/bets some of the crew members to do stupid shit whenever work feels too slow to him, Finlay and Caz are the only ones who still take him up on the dares

- Actually really smart though when he wants to be, to the point that it suprises some people

- I also feel like hes suprisingly good at drawing. No professional by any means, but the type to make nice scribbly doodles when bored or taking calls (Mostly of cars or the crew, sometimes the stray seagull too)

- Always. Gets. Sick. During the colder seasons. Im talking sickly victorian ill but still wanting to work, Innes has to practically force him to stay in his cabin.

- His love language is calling people names and having playful verbal fights. Sometimes roughhousing too but after Finlay threw him into a door and broke it, Rennick put a stop to that real fucking quick

[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

MY MASSIVE SCHOOL ART PROJECT IVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR LIKE SIX WEEKS!!!!!

The brief was a linoprint design with the prompt of "Hometown" :D

Translations under the cut:

HOME TOWN

Drawing of a two-headed dog: I took a lot of inspiration from shows and podcasts like Gravity Falls and Canp Here And There, where surrealism and strange happenings are the norm

Drawing of an Irish Elk: *I scribbled it out bc it contained information about where I live specifically, which I don't want online for obvious reasons*

Acrylic painting of an ice cream cone: I like the warm and cool shadows and how the left side is facing the light while the right is in shadow

PRIMARY SOURCES

*under the left drawing of lichen* Dry

*under the right drawing of lichen* Fresh

RAVENS AND CROWS

*top left* Ravens tend to be bigger than crows, and a lot fluffier. Jackdaws look very similar to crows, but while ravens & crows have dark eyes, jackdaws have very light eyes

*bottom left* crow feather ➡️ seagull feather➡️ swan feather➡️

SCOTT CHRISTIAN SAVA

*top right* Scott Christian Sava is traditional artist from New York who mainly uses gouache and watercolour and has amassed a large following from sharing his process on platforms like Tiktok and YouTube. He has said he was heavily influenced by JC Leyendecker, Marvel comics and the Art Noveau movement.

*above the manatee* One thing I really like about his art is the way he uses blotchy shapes to show light and shadow, and how that makes his paintings feel like something out of a storybook.

*in between the manatee and the unicorn* I also like the use of shapes and patterns in the background of his work to frame the subject, almost like a stained glass window.

*above the unicorn* Samples of paintings from his "National Animals" series, and my attempt at painting the national animal of Ireland in this style

[readythefanons]

self-critique - faded

DE voice lines (Harry's skills) + music

This one was built around a few scenes: the self critique resolution, the memory of sledding and Harry’s mom, and the whistling scene (failed attempt version).

Duration: 3:14

gosh reddy i love these weird audios i'd love to hear more

Credits, comments, and transcript below the jump

Comments & Credits

This was my most ambitious project so far, mostly because I had several specific scenes I wanted to pull from, and to get those audio clips I had to draw from… six? Audio sources? So that was a lot, for me :) But I’m really grateful I was able to find the audio clips I wanted. (Self critique + the shivers memory from the measurehead scene + the narration from the whistling scene with Kim + the electrochem line about rewriting synapses)

I want to give some Tumblr thank-yous. Specifically, I’m grateful for this tumblr post from doddsmountain, which made me aware of the shivers narration from the measurehead scene. As for the electrochem voice line, I came to know about it from this tumblr post by suresne. Thank you to @doddsmountain and @suresne for unknowningly contributing to this project :) [i don't know you personally so i apologize if you dislike being tagged and please lmk if you would like me to untag you!]

Duration: 3:14

Rigorous self-critique voice lines from FolLow

Volition voice lines by GrandFrance

Electrochemistry voice lines from The 41st Precinct (*link corrected!)

Shivers voice lines from

Pain threshold voice lines by GrandFrance

Sunken Motor Carriage scene voice lines by Luckless Lovelocks

Music: “Faded” by CalvinClavier on Pixabay

Ocean and seagull sound effects are also from Pixabay

Assembled in Audacity

More like this

=Transcript=

RSC: You let life defeat you. All the gifts your parents gave you, all the love and patience of your friends, you drowned in a neurotoxin. And, above all, you let misery win. And it will keep on winning ‘til you die -- or overcome it.

V: You can. It's possible, because time is possible.

EC: Synapses can be rerouted. The mind takes on a new shape.

V: Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something.

PT: Breathe.

V: This isn’t the end of the world yet.

PT: Just breathe.

SH: Something moves in the depths of your mind, sending shocks of cold through the connective tissue. You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.

PT: It’s okay. Breathe in slowly.

V: Weave this into the story of you. This might help against whatever comes next.

Steel yourself. Push on. Just wade through the hell. Month after month. Year after year: you against the nothingness. Walk out of its ruins. Save those who still can be saved. You’re still alive.

You can do it. It’s nothing. Do it for the city, not for yourself. For the people of Revachol.

PT: Breathe.

V: Just remember that you’ve made it this far, and it’s just a bit farther now. Let’s finish this.

N: With his lips puckered the lieutenant lets out a beautiful melodic trill that puts even the Insulindic thrush to shame.

You hear the sound echo on the large body of water. Clouds race across the spring sky and suddenly you just feel better. About everything.

V: You will make it.

.

[Attributions are as follows:

RSC: Rigorous self-critique

V: Volition

EC: Electrochemistry

PT: Pain threshold

SH: Shivers

N: Narration from the “sunken motor carriage” scene.]

[okartichoke]

hi artichoke i hope you’re having a fun holiday season! I kinda want to hear more about ace avian but don’t want to make you grind so you are free to infodump or sketchdump whatever you want here that wouldn’t really fit in other posts just for fun.

um getting self conscious right now but I know pretty much everyone likes asks so gonna send this right now :D happy holidays!

hi rosie !! my holidays are so chill i am having a blast <33 hope you're having a good month too ! i am glad you asked! i am going to use this opportunity to share all the bird choices that were requested that i never ended up drawing!:

Athena Cykes: Golden Masked Owl - @/modpoppy helped with his one. Owl is so perfect to me because Athena (goddess of wisdom who has an association with owls) (also just wisdom being associated with owls). Owls have exceptional hearing! They also have ears that are non symmetrical, allowing them to pinpoint where sounds are coming from more accurately, which to me matches Athena's ability to read the emotion of a voice.

Gumshoe: Rock Dove (Pigeon) - these birds are historically trained, good sense of direction, and ones that live in cities are constantly eating crumbs (skull emoji x3)

Redd White: Peacock - I got a few recommendations for a bald eagle, which I totally see the vision for ! But to me, he is a peacock for sure. Pompous as all get out, flashy, show off.

Juniper Woods: Warbling White Eye - pretty green bird, often carries connotations of spring. another idea for her wasa mourning dove. this one is kinda just vibes

Robin Newman: I'm not super decided but maybe a type of kingfisher?

Hugh O'Conner: He gives me such raven vibes but, spoiler alert, Kay is 100000% a raven. If I'm trying not to have duplicates, i'm less sure. A crane hawk, maybe?

Kay Faraday: Raven - In Shinto mythology, I think that Yatagarasu is depicted as a three-legged crow? However, I'm pretty sure in the aa games Kay calls it a 3-legged raven. But if I'm wrong about this please feel free to correct me! Either way it is her x3

Spark Brushel: I never decided for Spark. I was thinking maybe a swallow or a seagull? Swallow because fast, energetic, fits the reporter who always is first to a story vibe. Seagull fits that latter idea, but also has seagull charm x333

Vera Misham: I am not sure of this one either. I know I want a small bird, and one where the males are brighter than the females, like how her dad was the face of their operation, like a songbird, maybe a finch or a bunting. Not sure of specifics.

Okay and then TGAA characters !! I ended up not yet finishing the second game :pensive: so some are missing

Ryuunosuke: Black-Billed Magpie - I also want to switch Phoenix to this one for consistency's sake. This is a lot of the same reasoning as Phoenix being a blue jay originally, so check back to that post if you want more reasoning. (jays and magpies are closely related). Coloration was a big factor in this decision, but also i like the myth that a lone magpie will bring badluck and how that works with the naruhodo family.

Sholmes: a fewwww ideas... though admittedly all vibes. I've racked my brain for him. A pheasant is one way to go. I think my favorite idea is a chicken (golden comet chicken). This is for similar reasons as @\modpoppy gave for buff orpington chicken Bobby Fulbright (that being friendly; golden retriever of birds). If not chicken.. sholmes still feels like a game bird to me..... solely vibes....

Stongheart: golden pheasant LMAOO i don't know why this guy got a bird in my mind before kazuma or susato or iris or etc,,, but he did. good for him. I just think its fits.

That is all i have! once again sorry from myself 2 months ago for not finishing these requests x33 i hope everyone who sent something in sees this text post lol

[star-light-imagines]

can you do Bakugo x reader with an anteater quirk? like reader has massive powerful claws that can break through cement and they have really long tongue.. but they also have little round ears and a big fluffy tail

☆. ┊ Thanks you so much for your request, I hope you like what I came up with!

Hey, Fluffball.

☆.｡.:* Includes- katsuki bakugo x reader. fluff. dating relationship. soft bakugo. teasing. protective boyfriend.

☆.｡.:* Warnings- gn!reader! fluff, cute moments, nicknames, teasing.

☆.｡.:* Word Count- 2,933

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The warm sun shined down from above as you stood barefoot on the sand, waves of cold clear water just inches from your toes. The fresh scent of sea salt engulfed your senses as a gust of wind blew around your body. 

Everything around you felt serene and peaceful, even the seagulls that were flying high up in the clouds seemed to relish in the bliss that you had the privilege of living in. You closed your e/c eyes slowly before inhaling deeply through your nose, the muscles in your shoulders relaxed. 

“Babe!” A husky voice echoed. 

You gently reopened your eyes as you searched for the direction of the voice, your head turning around the vast beach coastline. Your attention was caught by the blurry figure of a man in the distance, his strong muscular stature waved at you from down the beach. 

The heart in your chest started pounding like the persistent waves against the crumbing cliffs, the man called out towards you again and you couldn’t stop your feet from moving towards his voice. The first few steps were timid, unsure of whether to draw closer but once you had caught a glimpse of vermillion eyes, your steps quickened. 

“Babe! Come here!” The spiky blonde bellowed. 

A smaller figure appeared next to the larger man's figure as they both motioned for you to join them, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears as you started to race towards the two. Quick, rapid breaths let your mouth as you desperately ran down the beach to get to them, wanting nothing more than to be with the man who was calling out to you so lovingly and excitingly. 

The child was calling out to you happily as you ran, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying over your own breaths and the crashing of the waves on the sand beside you. 

Beep!

Your head jerked suddenly at the faint sound in your ears, before you looked back at the man just a couple of steps before you. A bright smile on his lips as he extended a hand towards you, his expression softening as he looked into your e/c eyes. 

His mouth opened to say something and your heart fluttered at the sight of the soft expression of love reflected in his vermillion eyes. 

BEEP!

You gasped loudly as the digital alarm blared and jolted you from your deep sleep. The quickened breaths dwindled down as you surveyed the dorm room with squinted eyes, the ‘6:00 a.m’ lighting up your face from the clock on the bedside table. 

You slapped a hand down to turn off the blaring noise, coming to terms with the fact you had to get out of bed for the day. Being careful of the claws you’ve become adjusted to, you rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes as you stretched and stepped out of bed. 

The little round ears on your head twitched at the sounds of doors opening and closing from the hallway, signaling to you that your classmates had also started to get ready for class that morning. 

You yawned loudly as you grabbed your uniform from your closet, a blush crept onto your face as your thoughts drifted to the dream you had been pulled away from. The vermillion eyes burned into your memory as you hid your face in the fabric in your hands. 

‘Bakugo..’

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The elevator doors opened with a chime as the bustling noise of your classmates greeted your ears. A low grunting voice made your heart skip a beat as you exited the elevator, your breath hitched as the ears on your head twitched and strained to make out the words of his faint voice. 

The tail behind you puffed up slightly in excitement, your steps quickened towards the lounge and kitchen area. When you stepped into the room, your eyes instantly caught the sight of the ashy blonde that occupied your mind day and night. 

“Good Morning Bakugo!” You greeted sweetly, a smile plastered on your face. 

“G’morning sleepyhead.” He greeted, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. 

He pulled a hand out from his pants pocket and extended it towards your head, his sharp brows pinched together as he ran his fingers through your hair fixing the remnants of bed head you had missed when brushing. 

Your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment at the slight affection he was showing you so early in the morning. You were used to his teasing behavior and sly remarks, but when he would switch to being caring and loving it always made your stomach flip. You were convinced he knew this too, and would pull out his sweet words when you least expected it just to see your reaction and tease you for it. 

“What’s wrong Fluffball? Your face got pink all of a sudden.” He teased with a smirk. 

You let out a huff of air as you pouted up at your boyfriend. “You know I don’t like being called Fluffball.” 

Hah!

His vermillion eyes narrowed playfully as he gave you a lopsided grin, showing his teeth. His hand extended out towards your head again, his warm fingers pinched one of the ears on your head sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth twitched from amusement as he caught the slight movement and the deepening blush on your cheeks, his eyes shined brightly as he stored that information away in his memory. 

“But it suits you so well! Fluffy ears, fluffy tail, you are a fluffball.” He teased with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Why can’t you call me ‘Babe’ or ‘Love’ instead?” You asked, clear annoyance brimming at your tone. 

“Where’s the fun in that? You're a Fluffball, get used to it.” He said, grinning down at you. 

Bakugo intertwined his large hand with your smaller one, heat radiated off his skin and onto yours as he led you over to the breakfast that was prepared while you were still getting ready for school. 

You watched his back as you were dragged behind him, your eyes trailed along his wide shoulders and firm back before they caught onto the pink dusted ears peeking out from under his spiky hair. A small smile formed on your lips as your mind was flooded with thoughts of seeing him blush around you, for you. 

He stopped curtly at the buffet of breakfast food that Momo and Iida had prepared for everyone that morning, his hand loosened from yours as he reached for two plates and extended one towards you. Bakugo started to pile food onto his plate as well as yours with a grumble rumbling from his chest when he saw that you had only chosen a few things to eat. 

Bakugo leaned in closer to you, his body towering over you as he reached past your figure to grab a piece of toast. His lashes fluttered as he focused his attention on his actions, the overwhelming sweet scent of caramel flooded your senses. The jackhammering of your rapid heartbeat rang in your ears as you watched him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement running through your veins. 

Vermillion eyes locked with yours as he pulled back an inch, his face still close enough to where you could smell the mint toothpaste he had used that morning as he breathed. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of your tail swishing back and forth behind you, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. 

“Eat this.” He ordered, holding the piece of toast to your mouth. 

You looked at him with a raised brow before slowly lifting your hand to try and grab the piece of toast from him, but he moved it out of your reach. You narrowed your e/c eyes at him as he smirked at you from above and shook his head. 

“Let me feed you Fluffball.” He repeated with a sly smile on his lips. 

The blush on your face turned crimson at his words, the swishing of your tail stalled as it curled in excitement and your ears twitched ever so slightly as the fur felt as if it had been jolted with electricity. 

You opened your mouth timidly as you conformed to his request and let him hand feed you the piece of toast from his plate.

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Bakugo’s large hand was intertwined in yours as you two walked to class together,  his other hand placed firmly in the pocket of his pants. Your nose crinkled with happiness as you glanced at him as you walked down the hall holding hands with your boyfriend, you knew that you had found your soulmate. 

Your anteater quirk may have made you unique, but it was the love and respect Bakugo gave you made you believe you could actually be a hero someday. He had made it clear from the day you two spared against each other that he wouldn’t go easy on you, and he stuck by his word, he may of won against you easily in the beginning on the year but now that you had trained your quirk had grown strong enough to be more of a threat on the sparring mat. 

He saw the potential you had from day one and made sure you saw it too, making sure to give you notes and tips on your form and how to best use your claws in order to give more destructive blows. 

As you entered the classroom, the rest of your classmates greeted you warmly. They had witnessed your relationship blossom from the very beginning. They all knew how good you and Bakugo were for each other and how perfectly your quirks complemented each other in battle.

As you took your seats, Bakugo gave you a quick peck on the cheek before turning his attention to the lesson plan. You couldn't help but smile. It was moments like these that made you feel grateful for everything in your life.

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“Hey, Fluffball!” A husky voice calls out to you. 

The conversation you were having with Tsuyu paused suddenly at the deliberate call for your attention. You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned your head to the familiar voice, e/c eyes meeting the deep vermillion as he stared at you from across the classroom. 

“Yes Bakugo?” You questioned with a smirk playing on your lips. 

“Are you going to eat lunch with me or are you staying here with leapfrog.” 

Ahem!

“Rude.” Tsuyu scolded him with narrowed eyes. 

“I'm going to stay here today, we are talking about how Hatsume is upgrading our costumes and I want to get some more Ideas for it.” You explained with a bright smile beaming up at him. 

A rumble left his throat as he grumbled under his breath, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in frustration that he had to settle eating lunch with Kirishima and Sero instead of you by his side. 

“Fine, whatever.” He scoffed.

Bakugo stood from his seat, walking towards the classroom door before moving slowly, past your desk and leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You should start calling me Katsuki, Babe.” 

Your face flushed bright red at the words as he walked out of the classroom, leaving you a stuttering mess as you tried to answer Tsuyu’s questions on what Bakugo had whispered to you. 

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“Wait, remind me again. Who is Hatsume?” He asked, trying to remember the name. 

“Bakugo, really?” You laughed, giving him a lopsided grin. “She’s the support class engineer who fought against Iida in the sports festival.”  

“Oh yeah, the girl who wouldn’t shut up about her Inventions. Are you sure it’s a good idea to let her work on your support items?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, Ochaco and Midoryia both said she made great adjustments to their gear and mines in need of some desperate changes to accommodate my new skills.” You explained while thinking back to how you’ve been needing to update your costume since getting your provisional license but had kept postponing it. 

You opened the door to the support classroom with Bakugo beside you, the thick scent of smoke filled your nose and thick gray clouds escaped from the room from the opened door. As the smoke cleared you could see the pink haired girl jumping around the room excitedly as she continued to work on her various projects, not even noticing as you entered the room. 

“Welcome in, you here to get new support items for your hero costume right?” Power Loader confirmed as he looked at the form you submitted earlier in the week. 

“Yes, it would be nice if I could -” You started before getting interrupted. 

“OH! If you want support Items I have plenty!” Hatsume gushed excitedly. 

“I read the form too, you want something more comfortable and supportive of your claws right? But also something that can enhance the destructive power, since you can already break through cement it would be amazing to see how much more your claws could do with my baby’s help.” Her eyes lit up wildly as she examined your claws and hand sizes. 

“Just wait here, I have the perfect baby for you.” She exclaimed before running off to dig through the pile of support items she had stacked in a corner. 

As she threw items around to search for the one she had been looking for, a particular item had flown towards you. Bakugou quickly extended out a hand to grab the discarded support item in his hands and set off the crackling explosion in his palms as his annoyance bubbled over at the girl. 

“HEY! MOTOR MOUTH! WATCH IT!” He fumed, his lips drew back in snarl. 

“Opps! I found what I was looking for though! Here, try these.” Hatsume cheered as she handed you the support item to try on and started to explain how it worked and what it would enhance for you. 

At first the invention had seemed great and you were contemplating adding it to your hero costume, when you noticed the smoke starting to radiate from the support item. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process what had happened to it, whereas Bakugo had much quicker thinking time and reflexes. He tore the support item out of your hands and threw it across the room with rapid breaths as his chest rose and fell. 

The small explosion that followed was not caused by the ashy blonde standing beside you, but the support item that he discarded across the room that had just been in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked back at Bakugo whose eyebrows were furrowed heavily as he stared at the pink haired girl who was mumbling about her other inventions. 

“THAT’S IT!” He scowled angrily. 

“I can’t take anymore of this insanity, power loader you better make sure whatever crazy eyes here creates for y/n doesn’t explode!” He ordered before interlocking your hand with his and dragged you out of the room. 

As you walked back to your dorm room, Bakugo's grip on your hand tightened. "I'm not letting anything happen to you," he said, his voice low and fierce. You squeezed his hand in response, grateful for the unwavering support he had always shown you.

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“I had a really good dream about you last night.” You mumbled happily as you laid your head on his chest. 

His chest rumbled underneath you as he chuckled.”Oh? What happened in this dream of yours, Fluffball.” 

“We were on a beach, it was really peaceful and we were older but not too much older than we are now.” You start relaying your dream to him as you close your eyes to remember the details. 

“Hm. Sounds boring.” He teased as he ran his fingers gently through your hair, ever so slightly brushing against your ears every now and then. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the contact of the warmth radiating from his hand connecting to the small round ears on your head, your tail curling with excitement as you breathed out peacefully and your lashes fluttered closed. 

“It was peaceful and serene. The day was perfect, we didn’t have to work, there were no villains needing to be taken down, no wars to fight. We were just enjoying the bliss while it lasted and-” You stopped suddenly, your breath catching in your throat as you remembered the small figure that appeared. 

“And?” He urged you to continue. 

“And I’m pretty sure we had a child with us too.” You mumbled, a blush crept on your face as you tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks by rubbing your face into his chest. 

“You're right, that does sound like a really good dream.” Bakugo commented after a moment of silence between you. “I’ll make sure to make that dream come true for you.”

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☆○o。A/N: Would you look at that, I didn't write him cussing in this one. I figured I should at least have one post where he wasn't cussing the whole time.

I'm sorry that this is shorter than my other works, but I wanted to keep this one more light and flowy.