#i have a unique nickname that i have on my name tag (its the name i use the most)

[dunmeshiminimumwage]

[peachdues]

COMPASS — TEASER

Bad boy!Sanemi x Reader • Gang AU

A/N: was this supposed to be limited to a “bad boy Sanemi takes your virginity” prompt? Yes. But y’all should know by now I don’t know how to control myself. And I’m going to a show tonight so I figured I’d feed y’all before I left.

Legit hyped for this one because gang member Sanemi is 🤤

Before anyone asks, yes this will end up being a multi-part fic. I don’t wanna hear a THING.

CW: Sanemi being a huge fucking flirt • this fic will be HELLA nsfw so MDNI • like super fucking explicit lmao • Reader runs a bookstore

You’re in the process of double checking delivery logs to ensure all your new inventory has arrived when a large thud against the clerk’s counter startles you.

It’s him again — all ivory hair and silvery facial scars that somehow are less imposing than the irritated sneer he wears.

“This book was shit,” he scoots the novel across the counter to you with distaste. “I want a refund.”

You level his pout with a frosty glare of your own. Wordlessly, you lean over the counter and tap a single finger against a laminated sign duck-taped to its edge.

Return-exchange only. No refunds.

“But it was shit,” he repeats, as though that will somehow spur you to change a policy you didn’t create. “You let me waste twenty bucks.”

“I did nothing,” you rustle the pages of your delivery log in pointed dismissal. “You’re the one who decided to buy a book before checking it out.”

You glance down at the discarded novel. “Figures,” you scoff. “He’s not even an author. He uses ghost writers and takes all the credit.”

“Woulda been nice if you’d told me that before you let me give him my money.”

You hum idly as you cross off the log’s boxes for new releases. “I suppose I was too stunned that you even knew how to read. Guess I wasn’t really paying attention to your shit choices.”

“Oh?” And you glance up to see Sanemi smirking at you. “The Princess has claws, does she?” He leans against the counter, propping his cheek under a loose fist. “So, what are your recommendations, gorgeous?”

“I’m not your Princess,” you snap imbuing the nickname with as much venom as you can muster. “Call me by my name or call me nothing at all.”

His eyes drop to your name-tag, pinned neatly on the front of your sweater. That insufferable smirk of his only widens. “Alright, alright. What are your recommendations, Y/N?”

The syllables sound rich and honeyed and suddenly, you wish you’d let him stick with Princess, grating as it was.

Because your name should not sound so sweet, should not roll off his tongue so seamlessly, as it just did.

You’ve never been one to indulge in rumors. But in this city, as economically fractured as it is, gossip is a currency everyone keeps in their back pocket. And though you keep your head down and mind your own business, even you have heard the rumors swirling around town about the eldest Shinazugawa child.

Rumors that he has ascended the ranks of the same Mob that claimed the life of his deadbeat father long before the bastard was shived in the back for a debt he’d owed (their words, never yours).

Rumors that he holds a unique position within the gang, known clandestinely only as the Corps, and that position requires him to do things most won’t speak about.

But the rumor that screeches to the forefront of your mind has nothing to do with his alleged status with the Corps. It’s his reputation as a flirt; a rumored womanizer, through and through, that is a splinter under your skin.

Determined to pick him out, a wicked idea blossoms. “Fine, here.” You stalk purposefully to the section marked Literature. Your finger drags down a line of titles before finally settling on one. You pull it free with a soft grunt, the book sitting thick and heavy in your hand as you dump it into Sanemi’s.

“Read that.”

His eyes flick between its cover and you, incredulous. “This ain’t a book; it’s a brick.”

“It’s a classic,” you counter. “One that examines age-old question of destiny versus free will, generational curses.” Your head cocks to the side, a challenging smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Love and lust.”

His eyebrow raises and you cross your fingers. If he falls for it and ultimately ends up hating the book, then perhaps he’ll decide your taste in reading material is indeed shit, and maybe then he’ll leave you alone.

Sanemi considers you for a moment but then he takes the bait. “If you say so,” he sighs. “But if it’s shit, I’m taking my refund.” And then he leans in close, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

His breath is hot against your ear. “Regardless of your shitty little policy.”

You refuse to let him see how much he’s knocked you off-kilter. “So I can expect to be robbed? Will it be at gun or knifepoint? Just so I’m prepared.”

His chuckle, low and dark sends goosebumps skittering down your arms. “Worse,” he promises before he draws back. His grin is wolfish, all teeth and feral hunger. “You’ll owe me a date.”

He looses a low, appreciative whistle as he steps back and rakes his eyes over your rigid form. “Though, I might just take you out anyway.”

“You assume I’ll say yes — or are you planning on kidnapping me? I’m sure you’re rather proficient at it, given your occupation.”

Something dark flashes across his face, and it’s enough to make you step back, a sudden fear creeping up the back of your spine.

Stupid, you chastise yourself. You never know when to keep your mouth shut.

But the shadows in his features recede as quickly as they appeared, and Sanemi’s mouth eases back into that same, cocky smile.

“You’ll say yes, Princess. You won’t be able to resist the temptation.”

“Temptation?” You force out a laugh. “And what makes you think I can’t?”

Sanemi’s eyes find your current read, open flipped over on the counter, marking your current page.

It’s a mystery novel. Your third of the month, born of a new hyperfixation on the genre.

You want nothing more than to wipe that smug grin of his clean from his face. He gives an affectionate shake of his head as he turns and makes his way toward the door. “Habits, Y/N. It all comes down to habits.”

You should throw it at his head, but Sanemi exits the store before your hand can find its spine.

[speakofthedebbie]

ASK GAMES IN SESSION:

moots on anon (debs original, moots go on anon, say a few things about them [usually 3] and i have to guess who they are)

fic writers: directors cut

@theronanlynchshow's ask game

have i ever/would i rather ask game

70 horrible questions

some things of varying importance (<- my fav colour btw)

came for one. singular. fucking. post by @elsa-fogen, stayed for the hazbin brainrot

names debbie (read about why here), nicknames are any variation that suits you

almost certain im she/her

after much deliberation (thx for your insight @lifea16 <3) im a femme-leaning biromantic and femme-leaning sex-indifferent demisexual (makes sense to me at least)

in a qpr with @lifea16 >:3

minor (not saying majors [literally why arent 18+ called that] cant interact, but watch yourself)

in regards to above: ♐ (december 14th)

no comm beggars

#1 luci defender

started shipping radioapple as a joke but it becomes less of a joke each day (while i am now radioapple inclined, i am still a multishipper at heart)

priestess of @cali-and-chaos' radioapple cult

almost certainly some flavour of neurodivergent

transphobes dont even look at this blog. me and my trans besties WILL beat you up and it WILL be embarrassing

same goes for terfs, racists, bigots and the like. do not test me

fandoms:

currently:

hazbin hotel (wow who wouldve thunk it)

helluva boss (somewhat)

heathers (ending made me ugly sob and i have been waffling about it)

previously:

mystreet (may return when s7 comes out)

hermitcraft (im way too behind to catch up now)

percy jackson & the olympians (left off on titans curse)

murder drones (now that its done might come back to)

the promised neverland (i still like it, but i finished the manga)

project SEKAI: COLORFUL STAGE! (feat. hatsune miku) [i had a stint with it but since i could never play the game it died off. still have a high key crush on akito 😍]

unique tags:

#debs is a yapper (i talk about shit. usually hazbin shit. intersects way too much with-)

#debs is a memer (i make memes. usually hellaverse memes. intersects way too much with #debs is a yapper.)

#debs is an artist (i make art occasionally. so far 100% hazbin art.)

#debs is a writer (i post my hellaverse fics. either wip snippets or links to the ao3 page. previously under #debs is an artist.)

#debs is a responder (i respond to the [semi!]rare ask or two [used to be #debs is an answerer but it sounded too weird lol])

#debs is an original poster (i make original posts. opposite of-)

#debs is a reblogger (i reblog usually hellaverse shit, which for my apprehensiveness about it at first has become [more than] half my blog. opposite of #debs is an original poster.)

#debbie's never ending rivalry with her own fucking brain (i wage psychological warfare against my own brain. no one wins.)

#"for your queueing has just begun~" (i queue posts.)

look at the top 10 posts yourself lol

individual follower shout-out (hasnt been updated in a WHILE mb chat)

oh yeah i got a sideblog lol (high school advice)

also luci-centric sideblog lol im so predictable

[ask-tangotek]

Hello Hello Ev'rbody!

My name is Tango S. Tekk of the Tek variety! You can just call me Tango or tangotek!

I live in a server called Hermitcraft with my 26 other friends! Sometimes I leave to visit other servers but I don't usually stay long. My favorite servers to visit are one that's like a minigame and parkor themed world that I think I heard Etho call mcc once and my other favorite server is one with a small handful of friends that has some modifications to give it steampunk properties! I haven't visited either in a while though.

I know there was something else I used to do, another server, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was...

I'm a blazeborn human/ender/blaze hybrid. I mainly have traits of a blazeborn; like fire immunity, hotbloodedness, and hydrophobia; however I my enderian background makes for some overlap; such as hydrophobia.

I have an enderian tail but the end of it is a flame, as is my hair, though it rarely ever burns hot enough to actually burn anyone. That and my ears are really the only ender parts that are uniquely ender so most people don't actually realize it.

I've got access to the internet, and by extention Tumblr, through my holo-pad. Xisuma hooked it up a bit ago for us all to use! It doesn't quite fit the season of the steam so I haven't been using my holo-pad much but when I learned I could use Tumblr I rushed to get it out of my storage.

Someone on another server had told me about Tumblr a long time ago and I've been excited to check it out since :)

I think that's about all from me! I'm excited to be able to chat with everyone and answer all your questions!

That's all for now! Send me your asks!

Extra information under the cut

More Information and OOC:

Tango (Nicknames welcome)

age unimportant, he/him (they/them acceptable)

Blazeborn/Enderian/Human(ish) hybrid. His hair and tip of his tail have fire and he has an ender tail and ears. He is allergic to water, immune to fire, and isn't affected by negative effects (such as hunger and poison)

When he gets nervous, angry, or overwhelmed with emotion he has the tendency to burst into flames. His clothes are (usually) fireproof.

All minecraft servers are worlds and Tango lives almost exclusively in Hermitcraft. He will occasionally leave to visit other servers, like the life server or the create server. Each hc season is a new world and Tango refers to them as "the season of _____" (ie: season of the steam (10), of the dungeon (9), of the eyes (8), of the cartoon (7), etc)

This is c!Tango only! Some headcanons and cc! facts may apply (like a close knit between impulse, skizz, zed, and him) regardless of the season or lore base.

[More may be added to this eventually]

Watcher (Mod, OOC)

Obligatory: I Am Not Tango. I just wish I was

23, it/its

Most comments will be in the tags instead of in the post unless it is a Watcher comment that applies and needs to be carried on in reblogs

Has seen most of hc8, hc9, and to current hc10. Has not seen the life series

Watcher likes watching Tangos blog and will likely change his profile picture according to a lot of what's happening in the current lorbeez

This blog will be very lore and headcanon heavy

Tags:

[ askificator skdoodler | ask ] - general asks and answers

[ reblogificator | reblogs] - reblogs lol

[ "we had a taste before" | life series lore] - lore and headcanons relating to the traffic series

[ season of the steam | hc10 lore ] - hermitcraft season 10

[ season of the dungeon | hc9 lore ] - hermitcraft season 9

[ season of the eyes | hc8 lore ] - hermitcraft season 8

[ season of the cartoon | hc7 lore ] - hermitcraft season 7

Friends:

Jimmy - @ask-jimmy-solidarity

Xisuma - @ask-xisuma

Etho - @asketho

Grian - @ask-grian

Bdubs - @askbdubsblog

Guidelines:

Gem - @ask-gemgem

Joel - @ask-smallishbeans

I'm not making a super solid guidelines right now. Just use your braincells and don't be a jerk. If I have to I will eventually.

No NSFW. I may be an adult but not all adults like that stuff.

YouTube names only. SmallishBeans can be Joel but Zedaph is not Kris. No exceptions. I will not publish posts with non-youtube names.

Random Info:

Mod primary blog: @ethoslabbed

All profile pictures and headers drawn by: @daily-tango-doodles (and occasionally their main)

Divider graphics by: @saradika-graphics

Have fun!

[visionsofmagic]

impossible to reach • heimdall, plot.

[masterlist]  •  next

― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse?

― wc: 1.4k 

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: events takes place before atreus visit asgard for the first time [but he will visit it because of keeping up with the events of the game which will be differ in some parts for this mini series], reader is a little trickster, heimdall is dummy [so much], manipulating, pet names/nicknames, arranged marriage in the next part of the story, getting to the story slowly, just a plot not a chapter but get the idea. that’s all for now, we will see how things will turn out in next chapters. [an early warning!: the story/mini series will have mature scenes & contents [+18 in other words] in further chapters, so, I do not recommend minors to read even these innocent chapters. thank u.]

requested from an anon: An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin. [the request is too good not to right. I am currently writing a heimdall x reader mini series but this one is worth to take a shot too and to fulfill anon’s wish and my own liking on the story, I will make 3 or 4 (maybe more if u want) chapters. so, stay focused, the journey begins.] [+ special thanks to anon for this amazing prompt. I hope you will like it! & u (readers) too. ^^]

*gif is mine, ehe*

all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways; helheim for its cold that even pierce odin’s skin as they said, alfheim for its magnificent elves, jotunheim for its now no longer seen giants. and asgard, the home of aesir people, ruled by odin’s himself and the realm you went to prevent atreus’ unwanted visit to the realm, protecting the child from kratos, your brother’s, rage and odin’s manipulation.

even if the purpose of your visit was to say odin how he should stop playing with atreus’ mind, you were the one who he decided to play with; giving you so many promises, seeing how powerful you are, and trying to enter the inner circle of your mind. odin was a god of not only magic but also wisdom. freya always told you how odin, her ex husband who she hated most in entire realms, was always seeking for new knowledge. he wanted to gain power from knowledge, from wisdom. and he was good at it. his knowledge on reading people, judging them helped him to manipulate them better.

you were one of them. but only to his eyes.

no, you are not stupid. you are not like your brother who just takes action with rage he feels, not giving a damn thing about the consequences. you respected him, you always did and will but this wasn’t who you were. having same blood with kratos because of being zeus’ children you always found safety on his wings but thanks to the way he taught you to survive, you could easily go out from his wings, surviving on your own. you both had a deep bond unlike other children of zeus who betrayed both of of you, making your bond’s force increase.

all of these made you to come to a conclusion on how defeat odin if it become necessary; giving him a tricky behavior like you were ready to manipulate by him, entirely, like you had no brain at all to prevent his tricks. being aunt of atreus, there was a sensitive side in your heart for him. you were like a big sister for him or a mother figure, especially losing faye. you stayed beside atreus from beginning to now, to future as you wish, and you would not let anyone to hurt the boy.

so, here you were, standing in front of odin while he was talking to his royal soldiers; valkyries. as their wings stayed the same, their eyes moved from odin to you; clearly judging you. you were their enemy, and they were yours. no one could deny it but you had to act, you had to gain their trust. you didn’t like lying, you didn’t see it as a way to live your life but for the sake of your brother kratos and atreus, also mimir, freya, brok and sindri who were your friends – maybe more than that, you had to endure all of this. you had to act even if wasn’t in your personality.

“y/n,” odin said with a happy tone, pointing valkyries you with a smile, “she will be here as long as she wants.”

you smiled to them, giving a look like you were a friend who was happy being in here.

“I’m glad to here that, all father.” you said to odin.

then, slowly, valkyries left the area, leaving you and odin alone. you didn’t like them but now you really wished them to stay a bit longer. however, you knew how odin need space to play his tricks on you, so, you waited for him to speak but something stopped him to get closer to your body – something who was behind your body.

as odin made his way to behind your back, you turned around to see where he was going.

turning around, you saw him. heimdall – mimir’s voice echoed in your head. to get know your most dangerous enemy in asgard, you asked mimir to give you appearance of odin’s royal son, lord heimdall to aesir people, lapdog to mimir, and enemy to kratos. no, you didn’t see him as an enemy of yours – he was just your brother’s enemy. you needed to spend some time with him to get his real intentions on this whole ragnarok thing. so, as mimir described him, you thought how yo give first impression. you decided to feel the moment to make a decision about it.

he was exactly how mimir described; purple glowing eyes, a gold hair that braided, a white and gold colored armor, and a sword staying on his belt that he uses very well. mimir said how he looked others from above who wasn’t odin, his all father. the entire realms’ people in other words. you wondered why he loved his father so much because you never had a love to your father, zeus, in your soul or heart. this was the first thing you wanted to get know about him.

“heimdall,” odin smiled, “come, let me introduce you this beautiful lady over here,” he pointed to you while touching his son shoulder. the way heimdall looked at you was just opposite of odin’s look. odin had an positive and happy expression while heimdall had only confused one. “she is here to visit me and asgard personally. but as you know I have lots of work to do. so, I want you to take a walk with her, giving a tour to her in other words.” he turned to stunned heimdall, not noticing his odd behavior at all, “I trust you.” he said in a low tone but not too low enough. you were hearing it too. “do not make me regret.” a warning – a warning how heimdall should act as a well-behaved son, giving you a good tour in the realm.

heimdall tried to say, “but all fathe –“ but odin was already gone after giving you a little smile.

everything around you – around the realm seemed to fall silent, not even the sound of wind, or a raven of all father traveling around it.

being a such a silent situation, you tried to start a conversation, feeling odd feelings that caused goosebumps. “you are heimdall,” you smiled to him, “right?”

his eyes traveled on your body from head to toe, judging you clearly.

“and who you would be?”

“y/n,” you kept a little smile, ready to get serious if this it what he wants, “as odin said.”

“y/n?” he questioned, thinking a little harder to get your name better. he looked like he was trying to remember how your name sounded familiar. then, the reality hit him. “sister of kratos? enemy of all father?”

you shook your head in a negative way, not wanting him to get you as an enemy. no – you needed him to acknowledge you as a friend. “nobody is anybody's enemy.” what a lie. “I am here with good intentions.”

he seemed angry, “I can not tell.” he took a few steps to you, closing the gap. as his arms stayed on his chest, unified. “what makes you so special?”

you were confused. what he was talking about?

he took some steps forward, again, getting closer with each step. pointing you with his right hand while other one stayed same, on his chest, “what magic you use on me sweetheart? how I can not enter that pity head of yours –“

“I get why they hated you that much.” you said, cutting his speech suddenly. “always thinking about yourself except all father, isn’t that right?” you smirked, “sweetheart –“

“oh, no, no. you can’t escape like that.” he made a circle around you while your eyes followed his every move, “tell me your secret witchy witchy.”

you shrugged, “make me.”

challenging him wasn’t something serious but from the look on his face, clearly in pure shock like you said dumbest thing in entire universe, you gave your best not to laugh.

as he was about to say something more, you stopped him with your hand, “look, heimdall. I just want to travel the realm ‘till odin come back. and I will do it with or without you. so, the choice is yours;” you began to walk to other direction of his way, “come with me and find out why you can not read me, or stay here and wait for odin to come with a disappointment look on his face.”

waiting for some moment, he began to follow you, right behind of your back. in that moment you didn’t know two things; one, how a long journey in asgard has began, and two, how heimdall would be beauty of it. as you believed and saw; all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways. for asgard, the beauty was heimdall. son of odin who you will fall into.

to be continued.

taglist: @iinterdimensionals , @Konigdi1ks0ck , @onlydeas​ , @hayleethefrog​ , @tartagliasrighthand​ , @whywouldiknowsstuff , @importantvoidpolice​ , @itsnat​ , @armanibxtch​ , @dott-up​ , @chiyausu​ , @lokigirlszendaya​ , @potentplant​ , @milf-to-be-anny​ , @elizabeth-hatake , @kuinnoa​ ^^

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Difference of Opinions Update!

Thank you all so incredibly much for supporting Difference of Opinions Part 1! I never imagined it would get the kind of response it did and all of the love I have gotten for it has inspired my two-part sequel as well as a prequel. 💕

I also appreciate everyone's patience while I work on these. However, I am happy to announce that Part 2 of Difference of Opinions will be posted on Monday, June 26! 😊 Those of you who have asked will be tagged and those who would still like to be can reblog and/or comment on this post of Part 1 and I can add you. Or feel free to DM me!

And as an appreciation for everything, I will drop a little tease of Part 2 below the cut as well as a look at my design for Reader's spidersuit and an explanation of her powers! (There will be more about all of this in Part 2 and the prequel)

Thank you all so much and please feel free to send me any asks, DMs, or comments about this series because I would love to talk about it more! (it also helps keep my creative juices flowing 😉)

Sneak Peek at Part Two:

The glitching was getting worse. By the time you made it to your lab on the other side of the building, it was happening every thirty seconds or so. You stumbled through the door and crashed into one of the computer consoles as you lost your balance. Every inch of your body ached and felt as fragile as glass. It seemed as if the chemical bonds that held your atoms together were about to shatter leading to you basically vaporizing down to the atomic level. Which you guessed was what was about to happen.  Another glitch hit causing you to crumple to the floor. Once your body realigned itself, you tried to climb back to your feet but you just didn’t have the strength to anymore. Instead, you rolled over to your stomach and began to drag yourself over to your desk. It wasn’t far, but by the time you reached it, you were barely able to lift yourself up to reach the hidden compartment underneath. You pressed your thumb to the biometric lock and gave a huge sigh of relief when the drawer popped open. Reaching inside, you pulled out the small cloth bag and held it against your chest. You knew you had to hurry before another glitch occurred, but you were so exhausted that your fingers were clumsy and fumbled as you tried to untie the bag. It took about three times as long as it should have, but you finally managed to open it up and you slid the contents into your hand.  It had been over a year since you had last held the red amulet in your hand but it instantly made you feel stronger. Running your thumb across the spider carved in the stone, you couldn’t help but smile. This little piece of your homeworld would hopefully ward off the glitches long enough to send your message.  Sliding back to the floor and laying on your side, you pressed the amulet to your lips as you closed your eyes and concentrated. Your eyes rolled back in your head behind your eyelids and you felt your mind slip into the space where the intricate web of dimensions existed. Once you sensed who you were looking for, you whispered, “Hobie, I know you can hear me. I need your help. Please. Come get me before it’s too late. I just want to help Miles. I promise. I–” A glitch cut you off and you dropped the amulet as your body was once again torn apart and reassembled by this dimension trying to arrange your atoms to fit its unique configuration. As your body somehow managed to right itself once more, a small sob of pain slipped from your lips. Whatever strength or stability you had gotten from the amulet was now gone, and you felt yourself returning to your body as you no longer had the strength to continue reaching out across the dimensions. It was all over. This lab that you had built with Miguel and spent countless hours lovingly by his side was going to be your final resting place.  You were about to die alone and abandoned.

About Reader's Spider:

Reader's Spider name is Spider-Gazer (nickname = Gaze). She comes from a dimension where there are no firm lines or edges and everything is slightly blurred instead. However, this slight blurring of lines has given her the power to gaze through the barriers of the Acracnoid Humanoid Poly Multiverse and communicate and see into other dimensions. When this happens, her eyes roll back into her head and become completely white. Yet if she is wearing her mask, the spider eyes which are usually white turn the same glowing orange as the paths between multiverses.

She also has an amulet that was passed down for generations in her family along with the legend of the one who would be gifted the power of the spider and use it to bring peace to this and every universe. When she holds it, it helps magnify and focus her powers (since it comes from her universe, it also does not have firm edges).

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[gorjee-art]

HOWDY ! tis i :] Would it be alright to inquire in what your oc story is about ? How do Claire and Charles meet, do they have any history together ? And what's my guy Sebastian up to what's that old man doing...

Hi! Firstly, Always see your tags, great comments as always, they bring me so much joy! Makes me go YIPPIE in my chair...Now...Onto the questions! What's the Story of Dog's Dinner? 🎉 NOTHING!!!!!!! 🎉 ... At least...not a narrative, not...yet. The "story" of Dog's Dinner (in heavy quotes) is about stowaways on a long-forgotten man-made island...named Elysium. Or as its residents "lovingly" nicknamed it... "Isle of Slapstick".

Started way back in the 19th century, what was meant to be mankind's greatest feat, a revolution of engineering and prowess, to make land, countries, and homes, for everyone. Now in the 1940s, it's a sorry sight, a hell on earth, in the midst of the sea with its people stranded on it.

Sickly and immoral, its people are poisoned by the unnatural environment, rendering many of its people infertile, sick, and hungry. It's a dog-eat-dog world, many scrounging for rations, and medicine. However...Elysium is unique in its culture, corruption oozing like the disease it was born from, business can be made with such...desperation for survival. Import businesses, smuggling rings, prosthetics, false fake organs, and even...trafficking. Whether it'd be desperation for new healthy viscera or...desperate mothers hoping for a child. Not many of the people outside the island knew (government officials especially), that with no law to stop the progression of its science...anything is fair game.

Elysium runs on the clever and the heartless, it's a hierarchy of power, and those on top, rule the island with an iron fist, and the smaller ones make do with what they have, collecting scraps, surviving day by day. However...they say, that on the island legends are born, and it's the small voices...the eyes peering through the dark, and the teeth glistening ready to strike. A person, beyond feared, beyond loathed, said to be the severed head of Cerberus under human skin. No one knows where he came from, new arrivals are usually announced to the high heavens, who doesn't love fresh new meat? No...he arrived from the mists of the blackened sea, his eyes glowing with rage. The Devil's Dane lurks, as Elysium's...bounty hunter. The cursed repo man of the island said to punish the unholy, immoral, slimy, goat vomit with the boiling cinders of his unrest. Tattered with scars, a giant never meant to be witnessed, stapled together haphazardly to contain whatever MONSTER was inside. From that day...he will know no PEACE, until he cleansed this perdition, himself.

-But...Those are tall tales, the story actually follows a bounty-hunting group named Cerberus, Charles the muscle and minute-man, Sebastian the group's cleaner and harvester, and Joe the sniper, gambler, and spokesperson. Together, they make a pretty great team, a found family within the walls of this dump. Until...one mission- How did Claire and Charles Meet?

Claire had always seen him at the corner of her eye...Not a first-time guest. His glasses glistened, reflecting her spotlight. He stood so still...the only indication that he was alive was the smoke escaping his lips. Claire has an open secret, she's not just a pretty face, honied voice, and bodacious body for her shows... she's a spy, a keeper of secrets, a great judge of character, and....oh so persuasive, luring poor men and women, to tell a little more than they should have, strumming the strings of their poor little weak hearts. With a generous offer of dough...she'll tell you some particularly juicy blackmail, schemes, and plans from rival groups. An amateur Pinkerton! Quite a business she's mucked up...and...seeing the Dane makes her nervous. She wouldn't believe such stories about one person! Would she...? Well, she certainly doesn't do a great job of covering up that she's scared out of her wits, when her voice, croaks just slightly during one of her performances. Her throat tightened even more seeing another plume of smoke blow out in the darkness, his face illuminated by the dim candlelight, she could even make out that he began to lean in his seat, possibly intrigued by what he was seeing, she couldn't help but warble in her singing voice, as she just knew that he saw her fear. Her dear boss Jones had warned her before that some bad men wanted to hunt her down for all the information she had. He wasn't sure who, but he'd overheard a gruff voice spilling out his plans to: "Wring that little bird's neck until she SINGS FOR ME", thus she was given a gift of a revolver and ammunition, she even scoffed over just how tiny it was, but...admittedly it was portable. It was best to lay low and wait. She sat back in her seat attempting to relax, but couldn't help to recheck the lock and observe her gun several times.

She's never been a great fighter, she never even shot a GUN before...she knew of the environment and its consequences but...to kill a man...? It was justified! Yeah, it's justified. Simple self-defense, play stupid games win stupid prizes! Right? With all the whirring and spiraling in her head, to the best of her ability, she eventually fell asleep. Until quickly, startled awake by the sounds of splintering wood, right outside her door. Heavy footsteps creaked down the halls of the complex. She carefully grabbed her gun and pointed it at her front door. Steady breath, eyes like pins, alert to any sounds of shuffling, she jerked up as she heard the careful turning of the door knob. To her terrified confusion though, the clinking of the copper quickly turned to moans of metal breaking. A short gruff of a man's voice, then her heart sank to her stomach, watching as the doorknob, fell to the ground. Her hands shivered as she watched, a giant of a man, opening the door damn near throwing it off its hinges, enter inside after kneeling down, to squeeze himself into the apartment. His glasses glinted, head quickly turning to the sound of Claire's shivering voice, attempting to feign assertiveness. "Not. Another. Muscle. Or I'll shoot." He trudges himself forward. "I WILL. Don't you DARE test me." He ignores the threat, proceeding to invite himself in. "I will...I-I. Will." she whimpered as the two now were just a foot apart from each other, him clearly observing her. She shuts her eyes tight, turning her head away until a- Click was heard. Confused, she looks down at her shaking hand.

Click...her life was beginning to flash before her eyes, checking the chamber to see it was empty. Weakly chuckling to herself as she spots, her ammunition sitting on her dresser. She knew she was forgetting something, but wasn't sure what she forgot. Her smile quickly fades, however, as she sees this beast now inches away from her face. His voice was haunting, like a low humming growl, deep within his chest, and yet he was merely whispering... "Today's your lucky day." In her eyes, the world faded into a black void, feeling the ground fall beneath her...she had fainted! A very long story short, turns out they were dealing with the same person! Charles searched for the man who wanted to use Claire for his sick gain, the two had suddenly had a common enemy to deal with. It just so happened that he'd...end up in her apartment in search of clues, unknowing of the fact she'd be there waiting (he assumed she didn't know anything about this, but ho-hum.). Thus this entire thing led to a partnership, and now she is a part of Cerberus, nicknamed by the team as "Persephone" now the spy of the group, until this problem goes away...which it does and she goes back to shows. However, with now lingering feelings on both sides, but they wish to remain..."professional" ( it fails spectacularly) . What's Sebastian Doing? Oh I know...he's fine, probably cleaning the preservative jars, observing a dead rat, doing some healthy business...the usual! He's a chipper fellow and a beloved peepaw, so he's never truly alone.

[march32nd]

tumblr user march 32nd intro post!

hi! my name is harper, any variation of which is fine although i do find that my name is uniquely nickname-resistant? that said, i do delight in any kind of nickname, whether related to my actual name or otherwise, so any are welcome :3

because this is the internet and i can do whatever i want please also feel free to also call me teddy/scooter/laurie/corey instead! these are all names i've tried out in the past and like/will respond to/enjoy! i literally have no preference between any of these or my birth name. my middle name is sequoia and you're free to call me that as well! literally just pick what you think suits me best!!!

i use any pronouns and again, feel free to mix it up/go with what you think suits me best. i literally have no preference and am happy with any including it/its and will respond to/be happy with however i am referred! as i have learned in recent years it is actually so freeing to just be genuinely flexible with how i identify and to be honest w other people to get treated flexibly

my url comes from a random one-off joke in hit 2009 nbc sitcom community where the dean says something about how britta has britta'd april fools day so bad that april first at greendale will always be cancelled and they'll call it march 32nd instead. tbh i'm a britta truther but i thought it was funny?

quick tags directory! which will also give you an idea of what fandoms i talk about/am active in!

- original posts: #harperposting

- nbc community: #communityposting

- house md: #houseposting

- dead poet's society: #dpsposting

- x files: #txfposting

- dr. who: #whoposting

- back to the future: #bttfposting

- psych: #psychposting

- creep (2014): #creepposting

- nickel creek: #creekposting

- music in general: #musicposting

- rocketman/elton john: #rocketposting although i don't really use it anymore

- cool art tag: #MWAH

- my buddies/mutuals: #friendsposting

- random assortment: #miscposting

pls pls pls talk to me!!! i am always always happy to hear from people and i promise i'm not scary!!! i'm 19 and would prefer someone be at least 16 before messaging me privately but my ask box is open to anyone :D

last but not least one person i have to shout out <3 slime on, hot plate! @roikinneret5784

[riddle-me-ri]

Well, the time has come, whoop. Way sooner than I expected it too!

Ri's 500 Follower Event

I've been mulling over different ideas/prompts for this event and its no doubt been inspired by many other events I've seen done in the past. I hope I don't copy too many but its bound to happen, especially if the prompt is *chef's kiss*

This is my first event so I'm not going to go super crazy and try not to overwhelm myself but I definitely also wanna make it special!

Below the read more tab are three different options AND rules for a drawing you guys can enter!

First and foremost these events options are open to all the characters I write for that are listed here, but if you need a refresher;

- General Riddler and Arkhamverse, BTAS, Gotham, Dano/Reevesverse, Telltale, Young Justice, Zero Year, Twojar, Gotham City Sirens, and DCAU Hush Riddler

- General Penguin and Arkhamverse, Farrell/Reevesverse, BTAS, TNBA, One Bad Day, Telltale, The Batman (2004), and Batman Unlimited Penguin

- General Mad Hatter and Arkhamverse, Gotham, BTAS, TNBA, Secret Six, Joker's Asylum, and Harley Quinn Animated Series (HQTAS) Mad Hatter

- General Scarecrow and Arkhamverse, Murphy/Nolanverse, BTAS, TNBA, Fear State, Year One, Masters of Fear, and Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo Scarecrow

1. 500 Word Drabble Prompts

Choose a prompt and I will write a 500-ish word drabble around it. Some of these can be fluffy or NSFW just lemme know which you prefer or I will just go with which comes naturally lol

Breakfast in Bed

Sharing a Bath/Shower

First Date Night

Arkham Visit

2. Headcanons

How they would react to you being kidnapped

How they would react to you wearing their clothes

How they would react to you confessing your feelings

How they would react to you breaking up with them

3. Love Letters

Give me a character and describe your envisioned relationship with f/o and I'll write a letter to you from that character.

Be sure to tell me any nicknames, how you guys met, and your relationship status (i.e. is he admitting his feelings, is he missing you while away in arkham, etc). and/or if you want him to be helping and comforting you during a rough time.

The more descriptive the better!

FINALLY, one last thing, sorry I know this is getting long but I'm really excited for this part!

I really wanna try and give back in any way that I can, so I decided that I wanted to do a name draw!

Submit a request from THIS post with one of these options (either with your username or an anon nickname, like "dormy anon" "timid anon", etc that way it's easier to separate you all lol)

If your name is drawn you'll get the option of:

A 2k fanfic from me

A drawing of one of the Rogues or your DC OC (if you have one) by me

This event will be running from May 19th - June 2nd. All 500 requests will be answered before normal requests, and if you didn't get a chance to participate feel free to submit as a normal request!

That is all I've got for now. I know not incredibly unique or different but again, kinda wanna start off with something familiar since this is my first ever event type thingy!

Thank you guys so much again for 500 followers, I'm still absolutely floored from that fact every day and I hope this shows even a fraction of my appreciation!

Oh and if you don't wanna see any of the 500 Event stuff you can filter out the tag "ri 500"

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Difference of Opinions Update!

Thank you all so incredibly much for supporting Difference of Opinions Part 1! I never imagined it would get the kind of response it did and all of the love I have gotten for it has inspired my two-part sequel as well as a prequel. 💕

I also appreciate everyone's patience while I work on these. However, I am happy to announce that Part 2 of Difference of Opinions will be posted on Monday, June 26! 😊 Those of you who have asked will be tagged and those who would still like to be can reblog and/or comment on this post of Part 1 and I can add you. Or feel free to DM me!

And as an appreciation for everything, I will drop a little tease of Part 2 below the cut as well as a look at my design for Reader's spidersuit and an explanation of her powers! (There will be more about all of this in Part 2 and the prequel)

Thank you all so much and please feel free to send me any asks, DMs, or comments about this series because I would love to talk about it more! (it also helps keep my creative juices flowing 😉)

Sneak Peek at Part Two:

The glitching was getting worse. By the time you made it to your lab on the other side of the building, it was happening every thirty seconds or so. You stumbled through the door and crashed into one of the computer consoles as you lost your balance. Every inch of your body ached and felt as fragile as glass. It seemed as if the chemical bonds that held your atoms together were about to shatter leading to you basically vaporizing down to the atomic level. Which you guessed was what was about to happen.  Another glitch hit causing you to crumple to the floor. Once your body realigned itself, you tried to climb back to your feet but you just didn’t have the strength to anymore. Instead, you rolled over to your stomach and began to drag yourself over to your desk. It wasn’t far, but by the time you reached it, you were barely able to lift yourself up to reach the hidden compartment underneath. You pressed your thumb to the biometric lock and gave a huge sigh of relief when the drawer popped open. Reaching inside, you pulled out the small cloth bag and held it against your chest. You knew you had to hurry before another glitch occurred, but you were so exhausted that your fingers were clumsy and fumbled as you tried to untie the bag. It took about three times as long as it should have, but you finally managed to open it up and you slid the contents into your hand.  It had been over a year since you had last held the red amulet in your hand but it instantly made you feel stronger. Running your thumb across the spider carved in the stone, you couldn’t help but smile. This little piece of your homeworld would hopefully ward off the glitches long enough to send your message.  Sliding back to the floor and laying on your side, you pressed the amulet to your lips as you closed your eyes and concentrated. Your eyes rolled back in your head behind your eyelids and you felt your mind slip into the space where the intricate web of dimensions existed. Once you sensed who you were looking for, you whispered, “Hobie, I know you can hear me. I need your help. Please. Come get me before it’s too late. I just want to help Miles. I promise. I–” A glitch cut you off and you dropped the amulet as your body was once again torn apart and reassembled by this dimension trying to arrange your atoms to fit its unique configuration. As your body somehow managed to right itself once more, a small sob of pain slipped from your lips. Whatever strength or stability you had gotten from the amulet was now gone, and you felt yourself returning to your body as you no longer had the strength to continue reaching out across the dimensions. It was all over. This lab that you had built with Miguel and spent countless hours lovingly by his side was going to be your final resting place.  You were about to die alone and abandoned.

About Reader's Spider:

Reader's Spider name is Spider-Gazer (nickname = Gaze). She comes from a dimension where there are no firm lines or edges and everything is slightly blurred instead. However, this slight blurring of lines has given her the power to gaze through the barriers of the Acracnoid Humanoid Poly Multiverse and communicate and see into other dimensions. When this happens, her eyes roll back into her head and become completely white. Yet if she is wearing her mask, the spider eyes which are usually white turn the same glowing orange as the paths between multiverses.

She also has an amulet that was passed down for generations in her family along with the legend of the one who would be gifted the power of the spider and use it to bring peace to this and every universe. When she holds it, it helps magnify and focus her powers (since it comes from her universe, it also does not have firm edges).

Taglist: @lorecraft, @mayhem24-7forever, @writercole, @arraxthatsonjah, @cloudystarsog, @agomeangelcat, @melovetitties, @leonphi, @smoxthie

[leclerced]

before i head to bed—i absolutely agree. i think with max heavily involved for the rbr!driver au, lestappen would fit and then for the ferrari driver!au it strictly just charles. also a name would work perfectly to tell the difference! I sorta like Bones as a name (chosen name) but name is up for discussion! but me thinks having such an unique name would help, also because Bones sounds so like deathly and like somebody you'd associate with goth/emo group but then this happy wild card driver is bouncing around talking anybody's ear off is HYSTERICAL to me.

Also LESTAPPEN RIVALRY YES PLEAAAASE.

(imma stick with Bones for the time being as the name): Like Bones genuinely is confused when Max is so upset and pissy that she got with charles because yeah they hate each other but bones is like ‘?? we’re not fucking?? why are you so pissed???’ But Bones being a little shit i would die for. Bones just happily lets him take a picture and send it to charles and is actually excited to see the outcome because hello, two of the most popular drivers are like fighting over her. she’s allowed a bit of an inflated ego with that. she’s so happy-go-lucky, sunshine, always sweet & caring (unless charles but even still) to the public so nobody in a million years would expect her to be a little shit and sorts fueling a fire like this. especially when charles texts her asking what the fuck are those hickies on her thighs and demanding answers from max because ‘thought you guys weren’t fucking?? what changed??’ and probably making it his mission to not only get back at max but make sure bones remembers who they fucked first

and hell, to really add fuel, she’d probably wear a skirt with knee highs that are just a bit too big on her so she’s gotta have garter belts on to keep them up but part of the hickies are showing and she’s just “lalala” and maybe some people are bold enough to ask but she shrugs it off like “nothing! don’t worry bout silly clumsy me!” but she knows max and charles knows exactly what they are.

this fire is rapidly spreading between the two and bones just somehow in the middle but also on the sidelines roasting marshmallows straight vibing because they’re secretly a little shit who likes chaos and like maybe i’ve already thought of bones history which involves a really shitty ex and this is the first time they’ve felt wanted by anybody, let alone two guys like max and charles soooo.

if you’ll allow, i can ramble bout bones history tomorrow >:) also when i get around to forcing myself to update my blog (the thought tires me out LMAO) and really flesh this out, would you be down to be tagged in the post since we’ve been rambling nonstop bout it? 👀👀-🐈‍⬛

omg hi sorry i didnt answer this last night i finished baking at 11 pm n passed out 🥺

im not a big fan of the nickname bones bc i have watched the show bones a million times and it makes me think of decaying bodies so .. tbh its a turn off.

u can tell me ur idea ab her histroy but i have an idea ab it too but its opposite kinda ! i kinda want her to be someone who never committed to anyone, she fully committed to racing and never dated because media already spoke so much about her love life. idk what other countries are like but i can totally imagine her being american and it’s prom season so all her friends back home are getting asked to the dance, going dress shopping, and she’s on the other side of the world in a racing championship. interviewers keep asking her if she’s sad about missing out on prom and all crossing the stage for her high school graduation, and she’s just like “well considering i’m currently first in a fight for the f3 championship, i’d certainly rather be here fighting for this trophy than a prom queen sash.” very independent and always shoots down questions about her love life and is like “i don’t hear you asking anyone else that, why are you asking me?” or completely ignoring them until someone’s like “hey they asked you a question.” she just shrugs and says, “i’ve already said i’m not going to answer questions about my personal life. ask me about the race, or the car.”

maybe was fwb with a driver from another team in the past or even a past teammate so it’s kind of a comfortable dynamic to fall into with charles and max. she loves the chaos. she def loved pitting them against each other before the whole hickey fiasco, but when she fucks max and he leaves those hickeys on her thighs, it only gets worse. i can imagine if they’re in the same hotel charles could come banging on max’s door.

[dreamfilleddonuts]

I probably should have an actual introduction post even if I have been on this hellsite since 2010.

Hello! While I do have some (neglected) sideblogs, I really treat this as a "throw whatever I am hyperfixated on atm at my followers like the gods intended" blog. Currently that is:

lolita fashion, specifically sweet lolita but I do also love old school lolita. I consider bittersweet a substyle and will die on this hill.

autumn/Halloween. Yes this is one of my neglected sideblogs (@crispyleaves ), but I spill it over here more than I do there these days.

Death Note. Friends on Livejournal tried to get me to watch it when it first came out. I cannot do anything someone tells me that I HAVE to. So my heels were dug in until August/September of '22 and I now have permanent brainrot. Ships include lawlight, meronia, remisa, and I also ot3 nearlymellodramattic. There are no neurotypicals in this series and everyone is autistic as hell. How could I not love this? Favorite character is Near, followed by Mello. Otps are Meronia and Lawlight, ot3 is Nearlymellodramattic.

Ouran High School Host Club. Again with found family. Also genderfluid main character that I relate waaaay too much with (Haruhi absolutely was my nonbinary awakening). Favorite character is Haruhi, Tamaharu is my otp.

although I am no longer very into the SNK fandom, I was very hyperfixated on it for years and SO MUCH of my blog in those days were about it. I do still run the @onlyerearu blog as well as its associated discord that I inheirited from the original admin, and these days any content I reblog about it goes there. We... are not going into details about who my favorite character was before canon marched on. Eremin will always live in my heart though.

Revolutionary Girl Utena. There is a reason utenanthy has their own unique tag on my journal instead of their ship name (the original otp), because they were one of the first ships I cared THAT much about.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica. When are we getting the new movie, again? It keeps getting pushed back and my kyosaya heart can't take it any more.

Other than that, I am an elder millennial who works in a retail drug store and takes care of my mom and cat, and I am in school to be an elementary school teacher. I roleplay online in panfandom games on another website. My name is Morgan (not the same Morgan as another member of the meronia fandom, we call each other nametwin for a reason), but friends I have had for a long time also call me Lo, a nickname I got in my livejournal RP days (ironically from another Morgan refusing to share the name or any possible nicknames from it. I finally said fuck it and changed the first letter of my last resort nickname). I also answer to Morgie and Mo.

[riahlynn101]

"Everything."

Trigger warnings: A major (very beloved) character is brutally murdered, and there's a whole bunch of other violence. Please, use your best judgement, and remember to put your mental health first :D!!

For those that want to proceed, hope you all enjoy <3

Summary: All for One goes toe-to-toe with All Might (again).

It ends in flames.

Note:

This post and all the tags underneath inspired me to write this story: https://www.tumblr.com/marunalu/715670959100690432/okay-i-dont-have-faith-about-this-but-it-would-be?source=share.

(All of the blogs shown in the post are amazing! And I can't recommend them enough!)

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All for One has been around for a long time, and with that time, comes enemies. He’s had many. 

Various governing bodies.

A few no-name heroes that he made quick work of.

The Yakuza.

And some low-level villains that thought they could double cross him. 

But each of them was a tick on his to-do list. Nothing but hosts from which he can quirk shop. Truly only one (does it count as one if there's a never-ending line of them?) of his enemies given a run for his money. And he means that in the worst way possible. 

All Might. 

He hates the man. 

No. 

Hate is not a strong enough word. 

Loathe? 

No. 

If he had to settle on a single word, All for One would have to pick: Abominate. Yes, he abominates the showboat of a man. The stupid blond oaf with his brother’s stolen quirk. 

The man who took everything away from him. 

It must be fate that he gets to fight him once again. Kamino hadn’t been a fair fight (neither was the one before that one), but All for One is willing to let that go (no, he isn’t) for this chance to put All Might in his place. 

They make eye contact. 

All Might smiles at him. His briefcase and car unconfigure themselves into a mechanical suit, giving him the barest of protection.

He smiles back. He smiles so hard, his face hurts. 

“All Might!” He practically screams, landing hard. The ground shakes. “Come to die by my hand?!”

When All Might responds to him, his voice is muffled by the mechanical machinery - robotic and a little staticky. It reminds him of their fight in Kamino, though it had been his own voice at that time that was muffled and changed. 

“I won’t let you get to UA!”

He grits his teeth together. A familiar burning sensation builds in his chest, creeping up his throat (not yet). 

“And how, pray tell, are you going to stop me?! You playing Iron Man will slow me down - at most.”

“Slowing you down is all I need to do.”

Something twists in All for One’s chest.  

“For Midoriya Izuku?!” He asks, flinging himself out of the way of an oncoming robotic fist. He uses the split second of the suit regaining its balance to throw a punch of his own. The impact leaves his fist and funny bone ringing, but he does manage to dent some of the metal. 

“Deku-”

For a second, All for One is transported back in time.

A time where his main concern rested with wiping his son’s tear-stained face, because someone decided to dissect his wonderfully unique name and twist it into something ugly and unbefitting of someone so, so…. good….

He remembers the anger he felt upon hearing the dreaded nickname for the first time. How much his son had shook in his arms, trembling and hurt ( they hurt him. They hurt him so badly, no amount of hugs and rambling about quirks made it better.) At the time, he elected to do the morally right thing (mostly because he couldn’t risk leading anyone back to his family), and went straight to the boys’ parents. 

The group of boys were scolded and made to apologize to his son. 

His son had beamed at him. Sunny and whole again. “I think Kacchan wants to be my friend again. He said sorry, which means everything’s all better.”

Hisashi found himself secretly hoping-despite his experience of knowing how these things play out-that his son was right. Anything to keep Izuku smiling at him. That smile means everything to him. 

But….

….everything wasn’t fine after that. 

The little brats went right back to teasing and poking and prodding his son over minute differences. Every little flaw of his son’s was judged swiftly and harshly, being tied back to that horrid nickname. And that little smile he loved and coveted so much.... slowly went away. 

All for One’s throat burns - the quirk almost has a mind of its own, crawling up his oropharynx. It waits (impatiently) for its chance at being used. Too long it’s been since he could use his favorite quirk. 

“Do not,” He starts, combining a minor strength enhancer with a spike mutation, “call him that!”

All Might-the bastard-dives out of the way. His suit creaks. “That’s Young Midoriya’s hero name! Deku’s the name of a hero!”

A tear-stained face with a runny nose pops into his mind’s eye. He can see it so clearly, like his son is right in front of him. 

“Shut up!” His voice shakes the ground.

“No!” All Might gets a hit in, using the momentum from the ground shaking to get closer. “I will gladly fight to protect Deku! My boy-”

All for One thought processes screech to a halt. 

His boy? 

His boy?

No! No! No! No!

“He’s not your boy! He’s never been your boy!” 

Even behind the mask of steel, he just knows All Might is smiling. “He. Is. My. Boy!” He pauses after each word, as if giving All for One some time to process what he’s saying. “I may not be his father, but I have seen him grow! I have seen him become the best version of himself!” A metal fist makes contact with his face. It stings and he lands thirty or so feet away. “I have seen him thrive and fail! I held him after his nightmares and kept him nourished when he was out hunting you! That boy is my son!”

The burning sensation creeps upward, he can feel it in the back of his mouth. All for One suppresses it. 

His body trembles. He blames it on the effects of rewind, which seems to be slowing down (as he appears to be the same age as when he arrived but hasn’t completely disappeared because his injuries from being punched are completely gone). It’s definitely not because he feels the stabbing pain of jealousy. 

(His son replaced him.)

“How dare you!” He bellows. “You took everything from me! My empire, associates and connections, and everything in between!” He dodges another of All Might’s attacks. He airwalk to propel himself right at his nemesis. “But I could live with that!” Water drips down his cheeks. 

Is it raining? 

All Might staggers backward but struggles due to the robot’s bulky nature. 

“I’ve lived with worse! I can always rebuild my empire!” His voice shakes a little, but he doesn’t waver even the tiniest bit. He punches the front of the machine, sending it toppling to the ground. “But one thing I can never forgive you for, the only thing that can’t be replaced or rebuilt, is my family!” 

“What are you talking about!” All Might shouts, trying his best to scramble backwards. (Keyword: trying).

“My family! You-you took me away from them!” He stalks forward. “I couldn’t go home after you…” All for One swallows, looking down. “My wife and child needed me! They needed me and you took me away from them!”

When All Might speaks next, it’s not in the expected tone of a haughty hero. “I’m sorry, All for One.”

He waits for the backhanded insult, but it never comes. 

“You’re sorry?” He falters. What’s happening right now? How does he proceed? His mouth is uncomfortably warm, but nowhere in his thousands of plans did he have All Might apologizing to him. 

“Yes- sorry I couldn’t incapacitate you sooner!”

All for One is on guard once again. This- this is the tone he’s come to know. 

“I’m sure your family is better off without you in it!”

The blond oaf’s words hit him like a freight train. They hurt. They hurt and All for One wishes they didn’t! And they shouldn’t because none of it is true!

He remembers hearing the doctor’s droning voice reading his wife’s letters to him. They all more or less read the same: Izuku is inconsolable and wants his dad to come home. 

He thinks of how tightly his tiny family would cling to him after he came home. They would lay together for hours on end, watching movies, cuddled up and happy and content with each other’s presence. 

He thinks of his wife’s almost compulsive need to run her fingers through his hair. (Height difference be damned. If his wife wanted to play with his hair; she found a way). 

He thinks of his son clinging to him during thunderstorms, or after a bad dream. How they would sit on the living room couch, and Hisashi would rock his too-tiny son side-to-side.

Before he can think better of it, “fire breath” escapes his mouth. He douses the suit in flames, listening as All Might screams in pain. Being cooked alive inside a makeshift oven can’t be fun, but then again, neither was having his face ripped off. 

“You are not his father!” All for One yells over the muffled sounds of screaming. “I am! He is my boy! You are nothing! Nothing! Worthless! Nana Shimura is looking down at you in shame! Shame!” He has to pause his rant to gulp some air down. His heart beats erratically inside his chest. “Izuku Midoriya is mine!”

And, as the screaming abruptly stops, All for One sets his sights on his primary target. 

Next stop, UA! 

[futurefind]

CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @zangyo tagging: anyone!! steal it n tag me ! :3

Name: Sasume Oshima

Name meaning: Oshima ("大島") literally means 'big island'. Sasume ("さすめ") is written with hiragana and has no inherent meanings.

Alias: Hawthorne (verse dependent, often a moniker in her mercenary-adjacent verses but otherwise a flower associated with her); mayflower/May-chan

Ethnicity: Half-white (paternal), half-Japanese (maternal)

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

Trick question since I talk abt my muses sm and I've had them so long (triply so for Sa) but I'll do my best--!! o7

She has multiple and specific nervous/stressed habits [esp wrt interacting with others]! There's fiddling with her bangle (more overt/self-conscious nerves) and also running a hand through/tugging+ at the back of her hair (more 'aggressive'/general nerves)

There's multiple nicknames she has for her sister! "Shishi" (more obvious) and also "Shudderbug" (inspired by when Shida was a baby and would bungle her own name)

Her gloves have padding in the palms so she can make and use fists while using Third without cutting up her hands!

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

A! Horrifically good question! Because Sa is Sa and is allergic to "downtime" and is always keeping herself busy in the most utilitarian ways she can manage, but!!

Singing! :') She used to do it a whole lot for her sister, as well as her own amusement. Since leaving home, though, mostly just for her sister (or children in need of comfort) — and what she does for herself she tries to keep to when she's the utmost of privacy.

In (relatively!) contemporary settings or the like where medias more accessible — reading (especially to help with her literacy) and movies/TV. They're mediums that engage multiple senses (in the latter, audio and visual, and in the former, the words themselves and imagining them), and so are the least likely to have her getting distracted and enable her to be left to her own thoughts. It's for this reason she's not keen on music by itself, but the reverse is why she's not fond of video games— the specific and unique ways they're interactive are very likely to leave her frustrated and more stressed/anxious than before.

Nature!! Whether it's sitting out in the rain and/or woods, or just fussing over domestic pets :') She loves them yk

(Bonus since it's so obvious and arguably work-ish: but she loves sparring! She's a jock and its a very good way to bond with and get to know people— without risking her fucking it up with her poor social skills.)

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

Her sister!! Would do anything and everything for her !! Baby girl!!! (Pay no attention to how there's only four years between them)

Sarah (her godmother/'aunt')

Her mom

Her dad (derogatory)

Tomas (double derogatory)

Insert your muse here--

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

The IncidentTM that pushed her to finally leave her hometown :'))) She blames herself for it in every capacity, and to this day considers herself (if anything) a fugitive or the like rather than an actual victim. "If it were not for me, it wouldn't have happened, and so it's completely my fault."

Her Bad YearsTM after she left home (from a few months before thirteenth birthday to the ballpark of ~sixteen and a half, so better part of four years). She blames herself for it because she struggles to acknowledge her abuse, yes, and also moralizes her mental health issues (i.e., see: her severe survivor's guilt and savior complexes)— but primarily because of how she 'failed' her sister. It's always been her job to take care of and provide for Shida, and during that time not only was she unable to properly support her, but Shida had to look after her instead. It's something she refuses to forgive herself for, particularly since she only broke out of it when Shida's life was endangered (which, of course, is something Sasume also blames herself for).

(Another bonus, since the other two are consecutive events: Not asking more questions of or learning more about her parents, especially her mother, when they were around. :') She didn't get much time with them, and even if she couldn't have known it nor been able to properly 'plan' for it at such a young age, she wishes she'd done more and learn more about them while she was able to. Notably, this regret can become far darker when 'the Oshima Plot' and resulting mysteries and skeletons in her parents' history are an active concern.)

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

Being PercievedTM en masse, i.e. with crowds. She has a fear of crowds, yes, but that itself is rooted in the concept of said crowd turning its attention on her :')

Even with her comedic pain tolerance and catalogues of wound history she is... very bad with receiving burn wounds. Heat and superficial burns (i.e. leave little to no lasting mark even in the short term) are fine, but when they're good and proper WOUNDS? She's suffering, thanks.

[animatronicbutters]

Chapter 4 - Nightguards Mobile Base

Mike is almost impressed by the black bus the Nightguards have turned into a base for tracking down runaway animatronics. He follows Vanessa aboard, looking around at all the equipment and flashing buttons.

Two men inside the bus stand up. They both look similar- like the same person, but from a different set of parents. The first looks excited and eager to begin. On his chest is a name tag that reads 'Jeremy Fitzgerald'. The other is slightly taller and has a blank expression. His name tag must be a nickname, however, as it simply says, 'Eggs Benedict'.

"Mike, I want you to meet the other emergency Nightguards." Vanessa says.

Jeremy moves forward immediately, offering his hand to shake, "Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm Jeremy. I'm sort of the tech guy around here."

Mike takes his hand and gives a half-hearted shake, "Ah- nice. I'm… the guy who let the animatronics out."

"We all make occasional mistakes." Eggs says in a stiff voice, "Like relying on autocorrect for legal documents. It happens."

"It sure does… Eggs." Vanessa gives him a wink.

"I've embraced it." Eggs says simply, "To change the paperwork would take three to seven weeks and I don't want to bother."

"So your name isn't Eggs." Mike clarifies.

"Legally, it is now." Eggs says.

"How do you manage that?"

Eggs shrugs, "I am capable of many clerical errors."

"Come on, Eggsy." Jeremy laughs, "Focus on what you're good at!"

"I am good at blind obedience." Eggs says.

Vanessa gives a sideways grin, "... yeahhhh, Eggs was chosen by management because he does pretty much anything he's asked. No complaints, no questions. He's like a robot, haha."

"Yes. Like a robot. Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny." Eggs says in a monotone voice, "But she is right. I will do anything that needs done, provided I can finish the job in time for my show."

"What show?" Jeremy asks.

"Well…" Eggs shows a tiny glimmer of emotion as he avoids eye contact.

"As much as I'd love to discuss TV, unless we're talking about Freddy and Friends, it'll have to wait." Vanessa says, "We have a hunch on where they might be headed next. And there's a plan to catch them."

Eggs looks relieved, as does Jeremy, who probably didn't actually want to know what Eggs watches.

Mike sits down in an empty chair and tries keeping to himself as Vanessa starts to outline the situation. He is thankful that she glosses over just how useless he was.

"Also, it seems one of the animatronics has a feature we don't know about. You may be put to sleep by one of them somehow. Mike wasn't affected. Mike, can you describe it?"

Mike can no longer remember exactly what happened, "I think… it was Freddy. Maybe. Or Chica?"

"Okay." Vanessa writes down what he says, "Do you know how they did it?"

He shrugs, "I don't remember. I got hit in the head. Twice I think."

"Gosh, do you need to see a doctor?" Jeremy asks, concerned.

"Nah, head trauma is an average Tuesday for me." Mike admits.

"We are both prone to mistakes." Eggs says.

Mike doesn't want to be associated with Eggs, but he nods, "Yep. Seems so."

"Good thing I always do things perfectly and never mess up." Jeremy adds jokingly.

Vanessa looks physically pained to see her team, "Okay, let's get back on track. Animatronic features. Who needs a refresher?"

Mike doesn't, but Eggs and Jeremy both raise their hands.

"Okay, so every Fazbear animatronic is equipped with its own special features. Some are pretty basic and some are unique." Vanessa explains, "The four we have to concern ourselves with at the moment are the original Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy animatronics."

"Bonnie is my favorite." Jeremy says.

Vanessa gives him a look.

"I am partial to Freddy." Eggs misses Vanessa's expression.

"Ha. Basic." Jeremy says, "Mike?"

Mike shrugs, "Uh… Fffffoxy?"

"Great. Love to hear it." Vanessa says, "Now as I was saying-"

"What's your favorite, Vanessa?" Jeremy interrupts.

Vanessa openly glares at him.

"You can have Chica." Jeremy says.

"Speaking of Chica-" Vanessa tries steering the conversation back to the task at hand, "Can anyone tell me what Chica's features include?"

Mike doesn't want to speak up and the others clearly don't know. Vanessa keeps talking with barely a pause.

"Chica has a cupcake animatronic that she can remotely control. She can see and hear through it, which makes it a perfect spy. You have to be careful if you see the cupcake separated from Chica."

"She also likes pizza." Mike adds.

"Oh yeah. In the cartoon." Jeremy says.

"No, the animatronic loves pizza." Mike clarifies, "She spends a lot of time in the kitchen just eating like crazy. We could maybe lure her with food if we need to."

Vanessa nods and writes down the information, "Good idea. Next we have Bonnie. He's pretty straight forward. He has good hearing and eyesight and can move pretty quick. Nothing else of note."

Mike raises an eyebrow, "What about the fuzz?"

"The fuzz?"

Mike wonders how much Vanessa actually knows about these robots, "Bonnie messes with cameras and electronics. I call it 'the fuzz' sometimes because he can make the camera super fuzzy and distorted. Especially if he's looking at it or singing. He sings a lot, by the way."

"Yeah, he's the guitarist!" Jeremy plays air guitar and laughs, "He's so cool. I learned to play guitar because of him."

"Maybe you can get his autograph while he's tearing you limb from limb." Vanessa snaps, "Can we please stay on-topic?"

Eggs raises his hand.

Vanessa casts him a withering look, but lets him speak.

"Could we possibly use Bonnie to cause the other animatronics to malfunction? If they are also electronics?"

"That's… a good idea." Vanessa says, surprised, "But let's get through the rest of these. Foxy is even faster than Bonnie and his eyesight is better. He can see electric currents, magnetic fields, even sound waves in some cases."

"He can see through the cameras too." Mike says, deciding to just keep adding to Vanessa's information, "The manager says I imagined it, but every time I turned the cameras onto Foxy, he would take a moment and look directly at me. He knew the camera was on and he knew I was behind it."

"That's a bit horrifying." Jeremy says.

"Oh yeah- and you can temporarily blind him with a bright light." Mike says, "That's probably the only reason I'm alive right now."

"Yeah- so… flashlights are an important tool for us." Vanessa says, "Make sure you never leave this bus without one."

She looks down at her notes and scribbles something down, "Okay then. Now we just have Freddy. His eyes can glow and he has a music box."

"Is that it?" Jeremy asks.

Vanessa nods, "Unless Mike has some added information for us?"

Mike shrugs, "Uh- not really. He's just a robotic bear. Which is scary enough."

Eggs raises his hand again and Mike wonders if he knows he can just speak without permission. Vanessa gives him a nod of approval.

"I know everyone says they are robotic, but every time I've seen a picture of one, they look real. Well- not like real animals, but like they do in the cartoons. Not like the animatronics from the restaurants."

Vanessa nods, "Good question. But they are robots. I don't think we know why they look the way they do."

"Sure we do." Jeremy says, "Don't you know how this started in the first place?"

Vanessa stares at him blankly, "What?"

Jeremy leans forward, excited to tell the others what he knows, "This all happened because the designer of the animatronics wanted them to be realistic in the restaurants. He wanted them to look just like the cartoons, like Eggs said."

Jeremy spins his chair around and types into a computer, bringing up an image of a small, round disk, "These disks were added to every animatronic. How they work exactly is classified, but they emit a field of some sort that alters how the animatronics appear. It makes them look real. It also seems to have some bad side effects that make them go crazy and want to kill people."

"So if we remove the disks, we should be able to make them harmless again?" Vanessa asks.

"Nope. They tried that. The animatronics seem to be able to emit the necessary field on their own now. The disk evolved them in a way. That's why they can eat and breathe. Who knows what else they're capable of?"

Eggs tilts his head, "Was the disk used on anything else? What kind of robots do you think it would work on?"

"I think it would work on anything, but it's patented by Fazbear Incorporated, so nothing else ever got one. Not that we know of anyway." Jeremy says, "Why do you ask?"

Eggs shrugs and looks away, "Just curious."

Vanessa is furiously scribbling down notes in her notepad. She looks up and gives a tired smile, "Any more questions? Or comments?"

"I don't know, Vanny? Do you have questions?" Jeremy teases, "You seem to be a bit out of your depth."

Vanessa squeezes her pen so hard ink comes out the top, "I was trained for this position. We just didn't have time to go over all the tiny details…"

"You don't have to defend yourself." Mike says, "I'm sure you're the most qualified."

Vanessa seems even more uncomfortable and Mike wonders if his natural tone of speaking came off as sarcastic. He hopes not, but he doesn't want to waste time clarifying.

Vanessa finishes what she was saying, but is clearly off her rhythm. As she speaks, Mike regrets stepping on this bus. If it comes down to the four of them versus the four animatronics, he has a painful idea of how it will end.

[gnotknormal]

Spotting art scam accounts- people who are pretending to be artists edition.

My GOD I am getting so tired of these fuckers. They annoy me to no end but I'm so sad and concerned about how many people they might trick. I'm even more concerned about the art they steal from other artists in order to pretend they are who they are saying they are.

My guess is they take your money and run, or they just AI some shit and then disappear. So here's some tips on how to find them.

I recently got followed by a "rabeccartist" (clearly Rebecca was taken) This is your first clue. They almost always just use a normal western sounding forename. Never an artist nickname or anything. While its true a lot of legitimate artists use their name, its very rarely just their first name - how would you ever be searchable by potential clients?!

Let's see what's on Rebecca's profile!

Could seem innocuous enough, but the hints are here.

Really, first and foremost pushing their commissions without even explaining who they are or what their vibe is.

Almost always say or imply they can do nsfw commissions

No links to a portfolio or mentions of other sites they're on (yes I know not everybody goes everywhere but tumblr isn't exactly the place you get exposure - and how would these artists have got commissions already if not posting on other sites?)

Claims that aren't backed up by posts on their pages

E.g. "creating a world of unique characters" is huge bs. This profile only features "client work" and reblogs of other artists.

This is the pinned post. Showing some other red flags.

Incorrect/unreasonable tags (some real artists do mess with tags to get some exposure, so this isn't always a red flag on its own)

"Client work done"/"commission completed" - with no indication of how they even know the client or got the commsion from. No mention even of what is included in the picture or what the request was for?

Next image

Apparently another commission! But this one is a totally different style "furry oc"?? Really? Whose OC? Tag them! Link to their website!

Also I only just notice they just straight up tagged this as AI art so...

And this page leads me to another blog by someone called Helen. (Again, another name- and they pretty much are always womens names).

It was the only picture liked by Rabecca. Rabecca's page doesn't show any of her original characters or artwork for fun or any sort of world building despite her profile offering a "world of unique characters".

So over on Helen's page

Same vibe. Nsfw commissions mentioned, all it says is they love to draw. They usually also offer 3D and 2D commissions. Profile image is clearly not the same artist that drew that lion.

Now I don't watch this show, but someone in the comments helpfully noted this was just a screenshot from the show. Also, this profile doesn't even mention Helluva Boss on it like the other one does (don't come at me if this isn't Helluva Boss I just said I don't watch it). "Client work done" again with no name, no specifications, nothing.

There's the lion. Fan art? Of who? Why? It's lovely art but clearly different from the only other thing on the profile that claims to be done by this artist.

And looking at Helen's likes...

Ah! What a surprise!!!

These are both scam accounts. Most likely by the same person. And honestly? I see these on Instagram all the time so I was kind of surprised to see them here. They all have the same or similar MO.

It's kind of funny, although I'm concerned people COULD, I'm so confident that people don't fall for this. I don't know why you would. After all, I am a legitimate artist @gnot-art with years of art under my belt, who sells commissions and showcases my own work on multiple platforms and people rarely commission me XD people don't generally just commission random artists they find on the Internet!!! It's so absurd.

What's even funnier to me is the other main art scam- where someone pretends to be a paying client and rips you off. (I can make another post about how to spot those, too, if anyone wants it). I just find it hilarious to think these 2 types of scam accounts are constantly only ever interacting with each other because they haven't even worked out how unlike actual art profiles what they've made is.

Anyway, I recommend that if you want to commission an artist, you follow them for a bit and get to know them and their style to see if it fits with what you want.

And no legitimate commissioning artist will EVER DM you begging for you to buy something from them.

Have a great day ya little frogs ✌️