#i'm becoming my oc y'all you heard it here first

[greattigerssimp]

~I'm opening up Punch Out roleplays!!~

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Yep, y'all heard me. As someone who loves writing and roleplays, I will officially be opening up roleplays! You can play as your OCs, self inserts, etc. alongside any roleplay starter I list below (or your very own!) Ofc I'm going to be using my AU of the characters (as seen pinned to my profile) in order to play as said characters (mainly from the Wii version of PO).

Rules:

- No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

- Please engage! Write at least 2 sentences per response so I'm not just role-playing by myself ;-;

- I will do nsfw/f*tish roleplays (I'm an adult after all) buuuut you need to NOT be a minor + you need my permission

- OC/self insert x canon roleplays are allowed!

- Please let me know if anything I write makes you feel uncomfortable (I'm autistic lmao idk when I cross boundaries)

- Have fun!!

I tend to use a variety of different roleplay styles, typically script-style and standard, but you can use any style you'd like! ^^ Anyways, with all that said and done, let's go over some roleplay starters!

Starters:

Starter 1: The new boxer in town!

"You/OC has recently moved to NYC in order to participate in the rising boxing league, the World Video Boxing Association! You came from *insert country/state here* and are excited to meet your new co-workers. The first night of your job sees you invited to a small welcoming party held at the WVBA gym near where you live."

Starter 2: The mysterious anomaly!

"You and the other boxers find each other stuck inside the WVBA gym during a thunderstorm. The power is out, and everyone is stuck hanging around the locker rooms. After Bear Hugger tells everyone a spooky story about "The anomaly" (see AU for details), everyone is placed on edge for the night, as everyone quickly realized that all the exits of the WVBA have been blocked off. What will you do?"

Starter 3: WVBA Anniversary vacation!

"Tomorrow morning is the 30th anniversary of the WVBA, and the network higher-ups have offered to take the boxers on a little fun trip to commemorate the occasion. But the boxers have to vote on what to do... should they cruise to an exotic island? Go to a fun theme park for a day? The choice is anyone's suggestion... perhaps yours!"

Starter 4: Uncovering Dreamland!

"After overcoming Lil Mac and Mr. Sandman and becoming the pound for pound champion of the WVBA, you get a special invitation to have dinner with the CEO of the WVBA (and the network)... Mr. Dream! Will you uncover something nefarious about the millionaire CEO? Who's to say..."

Starter 5: Box-con!

"Box-con is an annual event where the WVBA brings all of its boxers together at a special event (similar to comic con, but for boxers). All the boxers ever featured on the WVBA (which means the SPO boxers) are attending. Who knows what may transpire?"

Starter 6 (oc/self insert x headcanon only): The secret admirer!

*insert love interest here* has been on your mind the moment you two have met... after a difficult match, your love interest is exhausted and beaten down. You decide to help them... and possibly ask them out or such. Either of you could take the helm! (NSFW is allowed)."

Starter 7: WVBA World Tour!

"The WVBA is airing a brand new special, involving matches taking place in each boxers home country! From Paris, France to California, you join the boxers as they each reconnect with their roots and family's, all filled with drama and heart before the tour brings your OC/self insert to their native country."

Starter 8: The new trainer!

"You've been employed by Mr. Dream himself to become a personal, dotting trainer for all the boxers. Your goal as a trainer is to support and help each boxer prepare for their fights against one another, and to just look after their wellbeing in general. You'll learn about each boxers, their past, their fighting style, etc. You may even fall for one of them, hehe~"

(I might post more starters in the future!)

[gamebunny-advance]

A Tale From My Youth

I was thinking recently that it's weird that I'm not a furry.

I like furries well enough, but I don't consider myself one, the same way I don't consider myself an otaku even though I like anime. I'm just not that entrenched in the culture, but I do appreciate it from the outside.

Why I think it's weird, is that in my earliest years of being a young artist on the internet, most of what I drew was anthro animals. Specifically hamsters with emo haircuts. If I could somehow retrieve my ancient art from Scratch, then I'd show y'all, but since I can't, here's my rough approximation of what they were like:

I don't remember her name, but I'm almost certain that this was what my first "official" OC looked like. Most of my OCs were just "this" but with different clothes and hairstyles, usually inspired by vocaloid songs or whatever media was popular around the early to mid 2000s. They all lived on a different planet filled with hamster (and cat) people.

Anyway, I was thinking recently about why I didn't become a furry despite this, and I think the answer is a little sadder than I expected.

As a kid, I didn't consume a lot of media with POC in them. As I mentioned before, I like anime, and that really started in my youth. I was very inspired by the unique artstyle and my dad bought me (well really himself) a few how-to-draw manga books. But I never really saw POC in them or the games I played.

You couldn't be tan in Animal Crossing without standing out in the sun during summer. Mario and friends were all white or a creature of some kind. Pajama Sam was blue. Even when I did see tan-skinned characters in anime, they were usually mean or evil characters. I was under the impression that dark skinned characters were basically not allowed to exist in the things I liked unless they were mean people. And I didn't want to make mean people. None of this was helped by my parents.

My dad who was a self-hating black man. Even though he was also a hobby-artist, he rarely drew black characters himself, and since I was emulating him at the time, I also didn't.

My mom is Filipina, so she passed her own culture onto me and tried to ignore my blackness where she could. She didn't know how to style black hair, or know that much about black culture, so it's not like she would notice or care that I wasn't embracing that side of myself.

I think I made a lot of anthro characters because 1) I wasn't quite comfortable with drawing people yet, and 2) they didn't have to be white. They were still all white or otherwise Japanese coded because anime, but I don't think I was really considering the implications of that. I was already consuming a lot of media with anthro characters, (Loony Tunes, Animal Crossing, Hamtaro, etc.) so it seemed natural to me to also make animal characters, but somehow unnatural to make a black character.

The only character I remember being explicitly black coded was a single cat that I made.

This is Bel-Bel, named after her two bells. She's a sweet, shy, and timid character that felt very self-conscious about being a cat in a hamster world. I don't remember the full story, but as I recall: when she was a baby, she was put in a basket in the ocean that floated to the hamster continent. She was taken in by another OC called Chibi, on account of her being very small even though she was one of the oldest residents, who helped take care of her until she grew up. I don't recall if all cats were meant to be evil in their world, but I do remember that most of the other hamsters were either scared of her or mean to her because she was a cat, so she cried a lot. Chibi would hit anyone that was mean to Bel-Bel with her giant hammer.

The implications of that story are kind of telling in hindsight, but I don't think I thought that much of it at the time. I was probably just emulating some other story I had heard, but I wasn't really thinking about why a story like that would resonate with me.

I created several other anthro character like that until I finally moved from Scratch to deviantART and decided that I would need an avatar to represent me. From what I saw at the time, everyone that I liked had an anime styled avatar/self-insert, and I wanted to be the same.

This is what I came up with:

This is Nekoko. She's a shy artist with a magical cat hat. This was, for all intents and purposes, supposed to be me. I think that even this early on the internet, I already knew that racism was a big problem, so I was scared of presenting myself as a black girl on the internet.

Eventually, I would become comfortable with making it known that I was a POC, so I started to depict myself as such.

(This one is legit old art)

But I would still bounce back and forth between using a human avatar and an anthro bunny. Sometimes even making combinations of the two as I tried to figure out how I wanted to present myself on the internet. Because even though I was dabbling in being more "honest" about myself, I don't think I was fully ready to fully commit to it.

I think after I finally reached adulthood and started to really understand myself that I felt comfortable with just being as I am. I was tired of apologizing for the things I had no control over, and just wanted to be "me". By this point, I stopped seeing animal characters as a way to mask my identity, and just thought of it as just another design choice. For me, furryism has never really been about the "fandom." For me, it was tied to identity, and it's one that was able to shed once I became more comfortable with myself.

I still think it's rad as hell to see cool animal people doing whatever weird animal people things they like to do, but that's just not something I need for myself, and so I don't consider myself a furry.

I wonder, in this age of more diverse media, if there are still kids that are currently going through what I went through. I really hope not. I hope that all kids can see themselves in the things they like and can believe that they can be a part of it if they want to be.

[sureuncertainty]

Primes for Nyx and Avery both!

THANKS!! 

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots: 

Nyx- They’d like you to think they have none, bc they numb themself to their feelings and morals constantly, otherwise they’d fail at their job. But anything that reminds them of Iris is a weak spot of theirs… Also dogs. They love love love dogs. 

Avery- anything that reminds them of their family (that they are completely estranged from), particularly holidays, or any of their anxiety triggers. Also dogs as well. 

3. Scars or painful spots: 

Nyx- They have a few physical scars from fights they’ve been in, and also from themself, as they have struggled with self harm. 

Avery- emotional scars include anything that reminds them of their family, kind of as mentioned before, but nothing physical 

5. Guilty Pleasures

Nyx- chocolate and petting puppies. Don’t know why they feel guilty about enjoying those things but they do. 

Avery- fanfiction, Harry Potter (bc they hate JKR for her insensitivity to LGBTQ+ issues, but love the series), most “cringey” fandoms

7. Their tickle spots

Nyx- they’re not ticklish at all 

Avery- they’re kinda ticklish in many places, but mostly their feet and stomach/sides 

11. Bad or petty habits 

Nyx- giving people the silent treatment if they’re really upset, even though they know it’s super immature. 

Avery- not cleaning up after themself just like… ever. Even when they’re living with someone.

13. What gets them flustered 

Nyx- this is really hard, because they almost never get flustered… I’d say the rare thing that could get them flustered would be when someone asks them a lot of questions or puts them on the spot they can get kinda flustered. 

Avery- also being put on the spot, someone asking them about their gender, working with difficult customers at Starbucks. In romantic terms, most physical touch will get them at least a little flustered bc they’re a very cuddly person and living alone for so long has made them very touch starved 

17. Regrets

Nyx- Hoo boy. Well, they blame themself for Iris’s death. They wish they’d made a different choice that night, and it’s the one thing they regret more than anything. They also on some level regret coming out to their parents before they graduated high school, because they were kicked out. 

Avery- A lot of the time they regret making the decision to go to grad school because of their loans and the financial strain they’re under. They regret every person they once considered a friend leaving them because they think it was their fault 

19. People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

Nyx- well…. I wouldn’t say indirectly. Nyx has directly killed many people. But they indirectly killed Iris, and as said above, that has affected them hugely. It was what drove them to become such a good assassin in the first place, and gave them what they needed to push away their feelings and become cold and callous. As for everyone else they’ve killed, well… they push it away but that kinda thing sorta sticks with you.  Nyx has a whole lot of blood on their hands, and a lot of trauma associated with that. 

Avery- they haven’t indirectly killed anyone (at the beginning of the story at least), but they still consider their family’s “hurt” when they came out to be their fault somehow, and they struggle with feeling guilty about it. They also feel guilty as mentioned before about the people who have left them because they blame themself. But they’ve never actually hurt or killed anyone. Yet. 

[lady-lycany]

A little rambling

So as y'all know, I'm a Werewolf and behaved like an animal for my whole life already. Even before I heard anything about "Theriantrophy" or "Otherkins"... So when I found the community here on tumblr, I didn't know much about all that. I didn't know first what y'all meant with shifting, what a fiction kin is or that it's possible to even be a character kin. But the more I spend time here on tumblr and the more I started to understand myself and I wanna thank you all for that. Because I started to see, that I definitely have more kins than just the werewolf one. No worries, my blog will stay a Werewolf blog, since this is like my main kin I'd say. that's 90% of the time present, but I wanna at least mention the other ones in this post here.

First of all, Werewolfkin. That's the most common one u know about.

Now the one I'm still trying to figure out. wolf therian? or dog therian... Like I'm getting confused with this one cuz I never know if it's just my 3rd werewolf state (u know human - werewolf - full wolf) or if it's really maybe a dog (my proud wolf brain somehow has a problem to accept that). Like I have such problems to find out if I'm a tame wolf or dog or maybe wolfdog? If I'll ever find out? lol

Next one, and I'm 100% sure about that is that I'm Spiritkin... u know- not in a ghost way but the horse... The movie had a huuuge impact on me and I literally watched it sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, because Spirit lived through the exact same thing, that I was going through and till this day I still have sometimes shifts that have to do with him. I thought I would have to be a whole horse therian but that thought never felt right cuz it was more him than horses in general, u know? (also the songs always give me the absolute chills till this day)

I also wonder if I'm some type of otherkin/therian that can fly cuz there are also some connections but I think I still don't know enough about it to make suggestions about it.

Next one is OC-/ or fictionkin. (I sometimes wonder if my werewolf side falls into this category as well. Cuz sometimes it feels like my werewolf side is more a different person than I am.. not always but sometimes...)

That would be my bad side. Invisible Vectoria. That was mostly present over the last years before I found back to my wolfself. I just really can't say if it's a creepypastakin or dicloniuskin or shinigamikin or demonkin cuz she would fall in all these categories lol. It's the side, that still tries to convince me, that being bad is more fun than being good and that still loves gore and brutality :} I try to work on that, but it's not that simple lol

What makes me come to my last point and that would be a fallen-angelkin. But the type of fallen angel that tries to become good again. ^^'

That's it :) :D

[thriller-lane]

I kinda forgot about this but here's the continuation of what my relationship would be like with the Warriors. Tbh this is just me as a self insert Warrior's OC and now I wanna write some silly OC shit.

Snow- We have similar vibes. Quiet and reserved when we need to be, yet also involved in shenanigans from time to time. Snow was a lot more quiet in the movie and a lot more intense in the game. I can relate to that, kinda having different sides to the way we act. He's just an overall great person to vibe with, so we'd be good friends. Honestly, Snow is generally a good friend and can get along with everyone and we would regularly hang out.

I can't think of anything we would specifically say to each other because it would be all over the place. We could talk about the most random shit.

"Hey you feel like setting something on fire?"

"Hmm...sure, why not?" Snow smiles warmly.

C'mon y'all know the look in his eyes when Swan threw that cocktail bomb at the Orphan's car. He likes to indulge in a bit of controlled chaos.

Fox- I'd probably have more of a sibling kinda relationship with him. That man needs to relax sometimes cuz it seems like he's always on the lookout for something. He doesn't easily get out of scout mode. Letting himself loose is something Fox seems to have trouble with. He is smart though, so I can see him teaching me how to like, pick locks faster, or we'd exchange some random trivia. We'd probably talk about what our lives would be like if we weren't in a gang, or our hopes and dreams. I would unintentionally drag him into some shenanigans with the rest of the gang.

"Hey Fox, ya ever think about what your life would be like if you never joined the Warriors?"

Fox thought for a moment before giving an answer. "Yeah, I've thought about it before. I'm not too sure what the Fox would do, but what I do know is that Francis Conroy wanted to become a lawyer," Fox shrugged. "Seems kinda silly now."

"A lawyer, huh? I can see that." Then I stood up, slowly pacing around in a circle. Fox raised a brow, as I appeared to be deep in thought.

"Mr Conroy, can you prove that your client, Eli Jones, was indeed not the one who blew up the Turnbull AC's van?" Fox was confused for a moment before realizing what I was doing. He smiled to himself in amusement and decided to play along. "Your honor, I would, if only my client didn't keep blowing up so many cars."

Ajax- Oh god, where to start with this bastard? My initial thoughts and feelings on Ajax were that he's too much for me to handle, but then he grew on me. So that's how it would be. I would join the gang and see Ajax as this cool badass dude that I couldn't handle. I would probably avoid him at first, but eventually admire his strength and skill. Internally I would think "he's too cool for a newblood like me."

Seeing as I'd hang around Snow a lot, that would be when we actually interact. It's then I realize how much of an idiotic dumbass he is and I'm like...this is the guy I was intimidated by? Why is he kinda stupid??

"Yeah I'm telling ya, I had those wimps running for their lives!" Ajax bragged as he told a story of some escapade in front of a few of the others.

"And then you almost got caught by some cop lady. If it weren't for me and Cowboy, you'd already be behind bars," Snow stated calmly.

"It also didn't help when you went against Swan that time and almost got us made by the Turnbulls," Cowboy added.

I stood next to Snow, not really a part of the conversation. So this is the Ajax I hear so much about up close, huh...

"Ah, those lousy skin headed fucks ain't shit! I mean, I heard even that newbie there did some damage on their van," Ajax grinned over at me. I wasn't expecting to be addressed, much less by Ajax. That would be the beginning of our friendship I guess.

Canon events were thrown out the window for this

[kaysayshey]

lunch break || s. aizawa

Kay's Notes: Hey, y'all. I think this might be my first time ever posting my writing on Tumblr, so bare with me. I've been using mobile exclusively, and let's just say that my theme is going to be a work in progress. If there is anything you as a reader would like me to change in either tagging or formatting, please let me know! I'm always open to comments, suggestions, critiques, whatever. This work is edited from an OC x Aizawa fanfic that I am working on. I'll be writing more reader insert type works in the upcoming months, as I now have an embarrassingly long list of them.

Summary: Aizawa and Y/N decided to meet up for lunch. That sounds simple enough, right? Ha, wrong. Lunch for two turns into lunch for one.

Warnings: AFAB reader, NSFW, minors DNI. Non-established relationship, oral (f! receiving), praise, slightly insecure reader near the end. Reader is a hero and has a quirk, but it is not defined.

The hellions were too much. Administering the written portion of the final exam had Shouta questioning his choice in career path, if he was being frank. How some of his students had passed the entrance examinations was beyond him at this point, and the thought of grading them sent a chill through his body despite the day's heat.

Despite the impending horror that was Kaminari Denki's handwriting and subsequent answers, Aizawa had a small smile on his face as he made his way to Y/N's apartment. Their last encounter had him yearning for more, anything to learn more about the angel that had graced his presence.

How could he even describe it? She had been nothing like his expectations, instead defying them one by one. Snarky in the best ways, quick-witted enough to leave him holding back chortles. Powerful enough to keep almost any other hero on their toes. Gorgeous, too gorgeous. And she had admitted feelings to him? What was there left to say? He felt honored to be attempting, well, whatever it was they were calling their relationship. Kisses and lingering touches be damned.

"Meet me for lunch after the finals? I'd be more than happy to cook for you at my place."

And meet Y/N for lunch he would.

She had left her door unlocked, obviously expecting him. But when Shouta made his way through the foyer of her apartment, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. What happened to lunch?

“Oh, Shouta…”

There was no chance in hell. He had to keep every muscle in his body taut so as not to sprint to her bedroom, the stiffening of his member almost instant. It took all of his willpower to casually make his way to her room, the door wide open.

That little minx. She was laid out on her bed completely bare, hair splayed beautifully beneath her. Her back arched as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, slick all the way down to her mid-thigh. Another breathy gasp escaped her; her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned out his name once more.

He couldn’t help himself from slowly making his way to the edge of her bed, unraveling his capture weapon as he walked. “Kitten, is this all for me?”

Y/N's eyes shot open immediately. Those incredible breasts were on display for him, finally. Her thighs clenched together over her hand, blocking him from viewing anymore of her dripping folds.

“I – I thought you’d be later,” she gasped, snaking her free arm over her chest.

“I’m glad I’m not.” The words came out in a murmur as he pulled his top off in one fluid motion, dark eyes taking in every inch of her form. Achingly slowly, he kneeled onto the bed, one hand creeping up her side, relishing in the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He moved to grasp her chin in his hands, forcing her to meet his lust-blown gaze. He gently pressed a kiss to her lips, sighing when she responded so eagerly.

“Who knew I’d be having you for lunch, angel?” At his question, Y/N moaned, the very phrase sending goosebumps all over her body. The slightest heave of her breathing sent her chest up closer to him, and God be damned if he wasn’t desperate to pull every part of it between his lips.

“Sho-Shouta, please,” she stammered, her head rolling to one side of the pillow. He took that as an invitation to press his lips to her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, groaning at the sound of her voice. God, this was too much. He was suckling at her skin like a man starved, ravenous for her crying out for him. But he knew better than to push too far. He’d make her beg for it. Not just today, but for as long as he could get away with it. Until she couldn’t go a single day without pleading for him to fill her completely, to give in to her wanton need for them to become one.

“Easy, kitten. I’ll take care of you.” Shouta’s voice was low and gravelly as he moved further down her skin, lips endlessly exploring every part of her flesh. He stopped at her collarbone; another suckle that had her bucking her hips, leaving a lovely bruise in his wake. To her sternum, lazily licking between her breasts. Y/N heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair and subsequently whining when he wouldn’t move. A soft tug to his locks made him smirk, eyes flashing up, mesmerized by the expression on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and those pouty lips were plump and parted. He could only imagine how it would feel to watch as her lips wrapped around his cock, to have those beautiful eyes staring up at him from where she was settled on her knees.

Finally, he allowed himself to wrap his lips around one perky nipple, giving it a quick suck before leisurely stroking it with his tongue. Shouta slid a hand down to gently push her thighs apart, anxious to feel her heat for himself. God, she was overwhelmingly wet. How could he keep himself from smiling when he knew he was turning her on so well? As he languidly continued to work his tongue around her breast, he inched a finger to her folds, chuckling softly when she arched at the touch.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Shouta whispered the words, pleased when she gasped out as he rubbed a soft circle over her clit, the lightest touch to keep her on edge.

“Ba-baby, please,” she groaned, releasing her vice-like grip on his hair when he moved from her side to kneel at the edge of the bed. It was followed by a squeak as he pulled her by the hips to meet him, keeping her thighs spread for him to enjoy. The hums she emitted were low, interrupted by soft whispers, his name a prayer between her lips. But in Shouta’s eyes, her body was a temple, and he was here to worship it, eager to finally have a taste of heaven.

His tempo was torture, agonizingly slow. The up and down of his thumb over her clit kept her rolling her hips, wordlessly begging him for more.

And when she looked down, the smirk he gave her was brash, an arrogance she would never have expected to see on Shouta’s usually stoic face. But the moment he gave her one long, achingly slow lick from her entrance to her clit, she learned why he was so cocky. He knew that he was going to leave her breathless. He repeated the movement for what felt like forever, leaving Y/N running her hands through his hair once more. Those easy strokes evolved into Shouta focusing his attention to her clit, lapping at it greedily.

Shouta couldn’t get enough of her. The taste of her, the feeling of her hands keeping him exactly where she wanted him. The way she would moan out softly, following it up with a whine when his licks turned into soft sucks. He fervently slipped a finger inside of her, curving it as he slowly pumped.

“More, more, please.” Her mewls were desperate, and he chuckled against her folds, obliging her. The movements were deliberate, his pace steady as he continued to thrust into her, reaching the spot that made her groan. Looking up again, he was mesmerized by the carnal desire in her eyes, by the way she deliciously rolled her hips against him. And as much as he yearned to just take her then and there, Shouta kept his focus on her pleasure. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, continuing to suck on her swollen nub.

Her walls started clenching, and Y/N’s breathing grew more labored with every minute.

“Shouta, wait, I'm going to -” Her words were strangled in her throat, and he had no problem ignoring them. He wouldn’t wait. Not when she was writhing from his touch, from the way he devoured her. No, he wouldn’t stop, not when she was on the edge. This was what he had been aching for. Shouta added a third slender finger into her folds, groaning as she started to flutter around him. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets like she was afraid they’d fly away, and the movement of her hips was erratic.

He held one of her thighs down with his free hand and thrust into her furiously, knowing just how close she was.

“Oh my God, Shouta, I -”

“Come for me, angel.”

Her walls spasmed around his fingers, and those luscious hips lifted off of the bed, furiously writhing against his hand. Y/N’s moans were the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Shouta watched in awe as she came, keeping his pace consistent until she begged, pleaded for him to slow down, no more, please, Shouta.

Y/N shuddered on the bed, her legs finally closing together when Shouta laid himself next to her, gingerly running his hands through her hair. Gentle kisses against her cheeks, her neck, her forehead. God, she was sacred in his eyes. Those brilliant eyes fluttered open, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

“You’re absolutely divine, Y/N,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her skin was damp to the touch, but he wanted to feel it all the same.

“You can’t say things like that, Shouta. A girl just might believe it.” The words were light, but they held a hint of sorrow behind them. As if she didn’t think he’d ever mean it. He took her chin in one of his hands once more, begging her to meet his eyes. And she did, albeit it begrudgingly.

“Y/N, you are an angel on Earth, and I will make you believe it, whether you like it or not.” A devoted kiss to her lips. He’d remind her every single day until it was ingrained in her – she was incredible.

[bardicious]

Are YOU Loki's Father?

(Nice hot button titling right there)

So I stumbled upon a reddit post asking fans how they would rate Loki's father figures and I didn't like any of the options, tbh. (The options being Mobius, Laufey, Odin, and Homer...). No judgment on the OP, though, I'm sure we both just see the movies way too differently.

Anyway, not asking y'all to rate anything, not even asking you to pick any real interactions or basis in the movies or shows, but I thought I'd give several of my own headcanon-y/au ones as alternatives and ones I've genuinely liked reading or making for my own fic ideas.

So here's a list of some bizarre and unexpectedly chosen fathers for our dear Loki!

Thor (If it was kid!Loki, Loki reborn and Thor learns to be more compassionate. I can see Thor making up for many past wrongs while rearing this new Loki.)

Tony Stark (Also if kid!Loki, but I can totally see Tony becoming more parental - and he's a good dad - so if Loki ever let him, he's there. I've got an AU where Tony and Loki become friends first and then Loki dies, only for him to be reborn as a baby in Tony's arms. I love these two, okay.)

Phil Coulson (I just like this dude okay? He seems real nice, I didn't actually watch Agents of Shield but I once heard that if Phil and Loki got a chance to actually know each other they'd probably be friends, and thats hella dope. I see Phil as someone who also looks after others)

Clint Barton (This ones a kid!Loki scenario too, I genuinely think they could learn to care about each other if they were in a team setting and Clint knew how similar him and Loki are, Clint also strikes me as a pretty good dad.)

Heimdallr (This one's probably especially weird? Same way I see a scenario where they can be lovers, I see one where Heimdallr is generally protective of Loki - them being two odd people in Asgard, Loki who flies unseen by so many, is constantly watched and protected by Asgard's gatekeeper!)

Odin (Only good dad!Odin fics. Canon Odin is a piece of shit, though I believe Loki still loves him so he stays on the list. Hmph)

Laufey (Only good dad!Laufey here, this one assumes that Loki was stolen as a child and Laufey did indeed love him and wanted to keep him safe - seeing as how Loki was in a goddamn temple!!! when he was left - though I don't give Laufey much credit even in my own fics I delegate Loki's birth father to someone else.)

OC/Jormungandr (Not so long ago I decided to give Loki's birth story an even more convoluted touch. Since I headcanon Loki as Hela's child, I figured why not delegate his biological father's role to another of Loki's children's namesakes, Jormungandr. In my AUs, he's Laufey's twin brother - who's also a shape shifter! :D)

I've shared mine! Now feel free to share yours!! No matter how silly, and hell, it could even be you!

[sheresh0y]

Mar'eyce: Prologue

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x fem!Mando OC Kaiyah Awaud

Word Count: 335

Warnings: Canon typical violence, talk of scars/scarring, swearing, some soulmate lore, a lot of Mandalorian lore (thank god for wookiepedia). T rating. Author's note, translations, and Mandalorian lore at the end.

Tall tales are nothing new to Mandalorians. Myths, legends, rumors, and gossip follow them everywhere.

“I heard Mandalore’s abandoned. Something about the air being toxic."

"I wonder what you look like under there. Maybe he's a Gungan. Is that why yousa don't wanna show your face?"

“Fett’s still alive? No chance, poor bastard died in The Dune Sea.”

“Mando’s crazy. Rizzi got too close to the helmet once, took their hand clean off. I swear it on my mother, man. Stay away from that guy.”

The myths of Mandalorians are everywhere, even in their society. Stars being the councils of kings long past, The War of Life and Death, even Manda, are all myths. Something to believe in past themselves. Din understood those stories, even if he didn’t believe them all, but the ones he could never wrap his head around were soulmates. You swear your creed and the Ka'ra got to decide who your “other half” was so you could be “the perfect Mandalorian, together”, finding each other through matching scars and pain like some kind of fucked up compass. By the time Din was a teenager, he knew better than to believe those stories; they were for children and romantics.

Most adults knew this, but some still held out. Either through staunchly waiting for their soulmate, trying to rationalize similar scars as matching scars, or just using it as a pet name, it didn’t matter. It was a story that was not going to die anytime soon.

While Din didn’t believe the stories, something still piqued his interest every once in a while. Random scars that he should have remembered getting, like the burn on his back. Hurt like a bitch and the worst part was that happened on his first hunt, knocked him on his ass, complicating his Guild entrance. When he got back to The Covert no one had any answers, every Mandalorian had a few weird scars, and besides, bounty hunting is a complicated profession.

Translations:

-Manda: Many meanings, but in this fic it will refer to the first translation of "heaven" or "collective soul". The second translation is being a Mandalorian in body, soul, and mind. The third is overarching, guardian-like, supreme.

-Kar'ra: Star. Also a myth, in which the past Mand'alors and cultural leaders live and guide current rulers from the stars.

Mandalorian Lore Stuff:

The Taung were the first Mandalorians and were very religious, they believed in The War of Life and Death (Akaanati'kar'oya) and waged ritual combat as a way to worship their destroyer god against the god of sloth. Originally the destroyer god (Kad Ha'rangir) was supposed to represent change but the Taung took it a little (a lot) too far and eventually came to believe that being a warrior and war itself was divine and started conquering the galaxy. Eventually they became more chill (mostly because war sucks and the Taung were going extinct) and they moved away from the obsession and into more of a philosophical approach and started treating Akaanati'kar'oya and Ka'ra as parables. Most current Mandalorians typically believe in the Manda and in Legends a lot of Mandalorians believe that the easiest way to get into the collective soul-heaven is through being the word semi-literally and becoming some kind of guardian.

Author's Note:

That was a lot of lore-dumping about Mandalorians and not so much about how the system of soulmate-ness works in my universe, for which I apologize. I debated over making the prologue a lore dump in all aspects just to get it out of the way but that's too easy and you're too smart for that. Anyway, this note is just me being nervous about my first multi-chapter, mult-arc fic ever and if you are here for Chaotic Space Dads I'm very sorry, all that writing mojo has gone into whatever this is. I'm very excited for y'all to meet Kaiyah officially, I know OC isn't everyone's cup of tea but it turns out I'm really bad at writing second person and I won't make anyone read that from me, ever.

[airis-paris14]

Miss Me Not 2

Summary: you graduate with your masters soon, and our boyfriend is plotting how to get you to Wakanda.

Warning: fluff!, T’Challa fluff!, T’Challa x black! OC.

A/N: This it for this story. Hope you enjoy! The next chapter of Take a Break should be up soon!

“Alisha Renee Davidson, step away from my dress!” you yelled over your shoulder as your friend inched her way to the Nordstrom suit bag. “Queenie, you’ve got to let me see at some point,” she sighed. “It’s been a week! Neither of us has ever purchased anything from Nordstrom that wasn’t on clearance. I wanna see.” She whined.

“You’ll see the dress when I put it on,” you explained cleaning the eyeshadow fallout from under your eyes. “It’s not that spectacular anyway,” you shrugged. Alisha turned and raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow, “Sis, have you ever owned a $400 dress before?” You bit your lip to contain your smile. You shook your head in response to her question. “Have you ever so much as touched a $400 dress?” she added moving to sit on the desk beside you. You shook your head no. “Then it is a big fucking deal!” the woman exclaimed. You burst into laughter and stood up from the desk. “I’m going to get changed,” you laughed grabbing the bag and walking into the bathroom. You unzipped the suit bag and ran your hands over the dress once more. You quickly shimmied into the white ensemble. Poking your head out of the bathroom, you called out to Alisha, “Hey, can you zip this for me?” you gingerly stepped out from behind the door as she broke into a grin. “I mean- damn- I gotta give loverboy credit. He sho’ know how to pick ‘em.” she smiled while pulling the zipper up.

“Me or the dress,” you smiled, turning to fiddle with the dress in the mirror. ”You. The dress is a reflection of the girl in the mirror. Have some confidence Queenie. You snagged a whole prince .” Your eyes filled with tears and you hugged your best friend. ”I'm gonna miss you Li.” she hugged you back, tears welling in her eyes too. ”No crying yet, ” she smiled dabbing at tears, ”We didn't spend your dress money on makeup for nothing.”

”You still gonna pay half of that, ” you laughed. ”Of course. Catch me when them graduation checks roll in, ” she pointed. You grabbed the mortarboard off your bed and handed them to Alisha to pin on over your twist out. Once she was done you switched places and you pinned hers onto her new wig. You both applied your final touches before standing side by side in the mirror. ” I still can't believe you convinced me to do this, ” you laughed staring at the top of your mortarboards.

”It’s cute and all the girls are doing it together.” Alisha smiled ”we better go. The girls want to meet up beforehand.” You double checked your outfit once more, then walked across the quiet campus to the athlete's entrance to the stadium. A scream erupted as you both turned the corner. ”OKAY LADIES NOW LET'S GET IN FORMATION!” your whole friend group began to sing as you walked towards each other. ”PROVE TO ME YOU GOT SOME COORDINATION!”

Everyone broke into your freshman dorm steps. When the time came everyone ran to the center, but you and Alisha were ready. ”Monroe girls best in the world! He parted the sea when he made me!” you high fived once the laughter subsided. ”Y'all know y'all ain't right, ” Zaria laughed pulling you into a hug. ”How?” You smiled, ” don't be mad cause Monroe girls do it best.”

”Y'all stupid, ” D’Aja laughed pulling you in for a hug. Texra and Cha’relle were next to hug you. ”Where’s Zulema,Charlie, and Nora?” you asked quickly scanning the group. Zulema and Nora had to go escort the speaker, and Charlie has never been early a day in her life.” Texra smiled, as teachers began escorting students into line. “I guess I’ll see y’all when the deed is done.” Cha’relle smiled as they begin calling for her school. “You make it sound like we are gonna kill someone,” Texra joked. “Who’s to say I haven’t already? I hope y’all negroes keep secrets,” she called over her shoulder before disappearing in line. “She’s joking right.” You asked as the rest of the group begin slipping on their gowns. You pulled your gown over your shoulders as the others shrugged. “Who knows? Jason could be laying in a ditch somewhere for all we know,” Texra joked as her school was called. “I’ll see y'all afterward.” she hugged you both once more. D’Aja followed suit and soon, you parted with Alisha as well. You fell into place with the rest of your classmates as you began the procession into the stadium. The roar of the crowd was the first thing to hit your ears as you processed behind the undergrads.

Your phone dinged in your hand as you recorded the scene all around you. “Isn’t that loverboy’s family. 9:00 o’clock. You glanced in the direction indicated by Alisha and spotted Ramonda Shuri and Okoye seated in the crowd. You broke out into a smile as you noticed your parents sitting with them. You opened the friend group chat in your phone and sent out a quick message. “Y’all. I’m gonna cry.” the replies were instantaneous as you all took your various seats located in close proximity to each other. “What happened?” “Why” “No. sis, this mascara is too expensive.” “Why didn’t you buy waterproof?” “Does it really matter?” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “T’Challa’s family is here.” “Aww.baby girl.” “Bitchhh, they love you.” “Oop, a wedding on the way.”

You put your phone away as the graduation got underway. Soon enough, the moment you had all been waiting for had arrived. The graduate students were called to the stage one by one to receive their diplomas. Twenty minutes later, Elise Carter began her walk across the stage. Your heartbeat rapidly in your chest as you wiped your palms once more on the front of your gown. You adjusted your cords and stole once more. ”Iza Chattman, ” the announcer called out, “Your breath caught in your throat as you began your procession across the stage. Master of Arts in African and African American Studies,” You saw your friends on their feet cheering along with your family. You stood in the center of the stage awaiting your hood. Your heard more people erupt in screams. Your friends screamed from the crowd, along with undergrad students. Confusion settled onto your face as people began to point behind you. You turned slowly to find T’Challa dressed in his royal regalia, kneeling before you on the floor.

Tears welled in your eyes as realization sunk in. you began to nod yes vigorously. T’Challa laughed before being handed a microphone. “Iza. Ever since my eyes landed on you six years ago. On this very campus. I have never been able to get you out of my head. You are in everything I do, and everything I encounter. Every time I see something or try something new. My first thought is always of you. Whether you would like it? How you would feel? And lately, I find myself making life decisions with you in mind. That’s when I realized. I never saw any part of the rest of forever without you. When I’m with you I feel normal. I feel loved and cared for. I feel like I can be myself with you. You have been my sunshine and my confidant for years now, and I want to make it official. I know the future for us is uncertain, and scary. And your life is going to change in so many different ways. But even as I stand here now, I am in awe of you and all you’ve done. And I’m more than confident that you can and will rule by my side. With intelligence, poise, wisdom, and grace. That is why I kneel here before you to ask,” The prince briefly dropped your hand to pull a black box out of his pocket. “If you Iza Marie Chattman. Will marry me, T’Challa Udaku Prince of Wakanda.” he flipped open the black box and a large diamond ring unveiled itself. Tears poured openly out of your eyes, “Yes, a million times yes!” you smiled through your tears. He stood and slipped the ring on your finger. The crowd erupted in cheers as you pulled him into a kiss. Phones everywhere flashed as you both stood gazing at each other on the stage.

Once the president calmed everyone down, she offered her congratulations in return and after one final kiss, you headed off the stage. You ventured back to your seat with frequent congratulations and hugs. Once all the master's degrees were conferred, the graduate students were led out before the undergraduate students began their walks. As soon as you exited the stadium, your friends bum rushed you from all sides. “Bitchhhh, who was right?” Texra yelled once she caught up with you in the crowd. You pulled her in for a hug as your other friends began to scream once they spotted you in the crowd. “Izaaa!!!!! Girl, you snagged him. You snagged a mutherfucking prince sis! When’s the wedding?” Zulema sang as she hugged you.

“Girl, she just got engaged a like 45 minutes ago,” Charlie smiled hugging you too. “But,” Alisha interrupted, “The real question is. Who is the maid of honor?” Alisha pointed. “Now. Y'all all know it’s me,” Zulema pointed. “Now I know you a bold-faced lie,” Texra interjected as the other began to argue.

“Damn, can't I just enjoy being engaged first?” you shook your head as Alisha moved to stand beside you. ”It's me right, ”Alisha asked. ”You already know, ” you smirked. ”Now I remember sending my baby off to college to become a historian. Not a queen, ” a deep voice rumbled. ”Daddy, ” you smiled at your father. He wrapped you in a warm hug. ”Princess, ”you corrected. ”the queen is standing behind you.”

Ramonda smiled as you walked over to give her a hug. ” I am so proud of you. I am sorry T’Chaka could not be here as well, ” she smiled. ”you all being here is more than I could have hoped for.” you replied as you set your eyes on Shuri. ”and my little sister made time to come see me as well, ” you teased as Shuri opened her arms for a hug. ”well someone had to make sure the boy actually proposed.” she laughed. ”I would not have missed it for the world” she added quietly.

”General, ” you smiled at the woman. ”we are all so proud of you Sister Iza, ” she smiled. ”Thank you.” you're turned to face your mom. ”Mama.” you cried as you rushed into her arms. ”since when does your mama come last on the list of people you greet?” you squeezed her tighter and laughed into her shoulder. ”I'm so proud of you busy bee, you've grown into an amazing young woman.” you wiped a tear from under her eye.

”Iza!” Alisha yelled, ”come one so we can take this picture!” she waved you over. ”Shuri, can you take this photo?” she took your phone, ” gotcha, ” she smiled. You walked over to your friends, unzipping your gown along the way. ”wait who's the last person?” you asked. Your eyes scanning over the eight people present. ”oh I invited Issa to be in the picture.” Zulema explained. ”Issa?” Alisha questioned. ”as in our speaker Issa Rae?” Charlie exclaimed.

”Zulema, ” a new voice called, you all looked up to find Issa standing next to T’Challa. ”hey Issa, ” Zulema smiled. ”This is Iza, Charlie, D’Aja, Nora, Cha’relle, Zaria, Texra, and Alisha.” the black woman introduced. ”it's so nice to meet you all, ” Issa smiled. ”I hope you don't mind me intruding on your picture.” you smiled, ”No, it's no problem. Thank you for agreeing.”

Everyone lined up in a row and Shuri took a couple of pictures.

”ok ok, just one question, ” Nora interrupted ”how many if y'all new that lover boy was a prince?” You, Alisha, and Issa, all raised your hands. ”when were y'all gonna enlighten the rest of us?” Nora huffed. ”to be fair, he is all over the news all the time, ” Alisha shrugged. You smuggled into T'challa's side. ” I mean, I had my first legal drinks at a bar, with a Prince, ” like is no one else a little in awe?” Nora exclaimed.

”Sis, Iza is about to marry him! That is awe!” Nora interjected. ” I just wanna know if I can still call you loverboy, ” Charlie asked. ” Of course, ” T'Challa smiled. ”please, I am the same T’Challa you all went to college with.” the prince explained. ”Except that you're about to marry Queenie and if you hurt her we’ll kill you.” All of your friends nodded with Charlie. “The Dora will be glad to assist you,” Okoye winked.

“Can I marry him before we discuss plans to kill him?” You teased. The large group began walking towards their cars. T’Challa squeezed yours in his. “So. Mrs. T’Challa Udaku is moving to Wakanda?” The prince teased. You stopped in your tracks. The prince was roughly jerked back. “T’Challa, look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t do this just to get me to move to Wakanda.” Your voice eased out slowly. The prince’s eyes widened in horror. The implications of his words sinking in. Ramonda quickly dragged Shuri off and everyone else scattered to their respective cars. Charlie eying T’Challa the whole way.

“No, oh entle no! I’ve been planning this since you first asked me to attend your graduation. I have known I’ve wanted to marry you. I’ve been ready for a while now, but I wanted it to be special,” he quickly explained. You visibly relaxed,” oh,” you replied. You both began walking back to the car. “So what changed eh?” The prince question as he walked to open your car door. “What do you mean?”

“Well you know marrying me means you are moving to Wakanda right?” He paused. “Yes.” You laughed. The prince turned to face you. “A few weeks ago, you were very unsure about moving to Wakanda. Now you want to marry me.”

“T’Challa, do you not want me to marry you?” You turned to face the prince in the interior of his car. “Yes, Yes I do! But I just want to know your train of thought.” You sighed turning to T’Challa, “T’Challa. What made you know, despite all my uncertainty, that I would say yes?” The prince stopped to think. “One, I prayed to Bast that I got lucky,” he cracked a grin. He reached for your hand, “and security. You like security. Knowing what’s going to happen.”

“There’s your answer your highness. I always knew we were in this thing forever. But with you as a public figure, an engagement makes that forever known to everyone around us. To the world. That gives me the societal security I needed to make this move. With you. As long as you are a constant in my life, I can’t anything else the world throws at us. Cause, it will always be me and you vs. the world. And that’s enough for me.” The prince smiled before pulling you in for a soft kiss. He pulled the seatbelt over his chest before pulling smoothly out of the parking lot. As you drove past your dorm he smiled. “How about tomorrow, once we get everything out of your dorm. We take a piggyback ride around campus. I’ve never had a piggyback ride before.”

“Who says that you’ll be getting one, shouldn’t the husband carry his wife around?” You teased. “I think the homeowner should be carried around.” T’Challa rebutted. “So I should be carrying your father around?” You teased. “You know what, never mind.” The prince frowned.

T’Challa made a turn as comfortable silence enveloped the Lexus. “So what is our first order of business in Wakanda?” You questioned. “Choosing a Royal House to live in. So I can wake up your beautiful face each morning. Sunlight reflecting off that beautiful brown skin. Watching your face as I take you over and over and over….”

T’Challa!” You exclaimed as he pulled into the restaurant. “I love you,” You followed him out of the car. “I love you too entle,” he grinned. Kissing the large diamond on your finger.

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