#ignore how bad mika looks

[la-laliet]

Ame and Mila's round costumes. Their song is a waltz, and they dance together throughout the round. Mila bites Ame when she leans in for a kiss, and Ame cuts Mila's back when they embrace.

Not sure who would win. Ame might start to bleed out before the end of the round because of her hemophilia, but she's also the better singer between the two. It's a toss up

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka miscommunication leads to makeup sex?!) ❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (second part of my frat!Bakugou series) mdni

part 1 / master list

5.3k+ words

after your hookup with Bakugou, somehow everyone knows. this means that you’re on mean girl Mika’s watchlist and that you’ll have to distance yourself from him. however, Bakugou gets it in his head that you don’t want to be with him, and when he sees you with Kirishima, he doesn’t think you’ll ever let him back in your life (or your bed). Turns out it was all just miscommunication…

warnings

part 2 of 2, jealous Bakugou, miscommunication trope, fingering, cunnilingus, hand job, blow job, making out, hickeys, he bites you once?, penis in vagina sex, loss of virginity, inexperienced reader, female/afab reader, creampie, “baby” as a pet name

It had been exactly one week since your night with Bakugou Katsuki. As you had expected, rumours about the two of you had reached far across campus in no time. After all, Bakugou is very popular.

Unfortunately, the result of this rumour was that everyone knew what happened… including Mika and her minions. So, last week, instead of waking up to an expected empty phone, it was instead alive with thousands of nasty messages.

When you opened them, the bulk of the message spam followed the same pattern. ‘You’re such a whore,” or “I can’t believe you’d steal Bakugou from Mika, you bitch,’ or, at worst, from the culprit herself, ‘I heard you got with Bakugou. If you think you can take him from me, you’re wrong. I’ve got loads of people who can fuck you up.’

Obviously feeling threatened, because only the lord knows what Mika can do with her money and power, you had chickened out and never replied to Bakugou’s message. No matter how much you wanted to see him again, it was not worth the damage Mika would inflict.

—-

Now, after seven days have gone by, all spent avoiding Bakugou like the plague, you finally think you can go to class and fly under the radar. You arrive on time as usual, sitting in the middle row of the lecture hall.

It’s a massive class, and although many people are already there, there are others filing in as the prof starts their lesson. You, being too engrossed in your note taking, don’t notice as a body slides into the empty seat beside you.

“Hey, what did I miss?” the voice says in a hushed tone.

You look up and see none other than Bakugou Katsuki, still very much blond and still very much attractive. Instead of replying you turn back to your notebook, tearing off a piece and quickly scribbling a message down.

You slip the note reading, ‘Literally nothing, pay attention during class!’ into Bakugou’s waiting hand. He huffs and attempts to speak to you again, but you face your paper and ignore whatever he’s saying.

“Please be quiet up there!” The professor calls him out, and he slouches down in his seat, begging for class to end.

After everyone finally gets dismissed, Bakugou tries to poke your shoulder to get your attention, but you’re already dashing out the door, praying that nobody saw you together.

“Wait, Y/N,” Bakugou calls for you, jogging to catch up to you. Damn him for having such long legs…

“Sorry, I can’t talk to you,” you reply. It comes out more harshly than expected, but no sense in trying to chummy up to him again if Mika was threatening you. So, you turn on your heel to leave him again.

“Just hear me out,” he blurts out, lightly grabbing your shoulder to make you face him.

You don’t move, instead you stand there with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he gets the hint and speaks again. “I’m sorry if it was bad for you…”

What?! “It wasn’t bad for me, it’s just–”

“No, it’s okay if you don’t want to see me again, but I’d rather you tell it to me now, to my face,” he interrupts you mid sentence.

Ha, you think, Ironic that the frat boy doesn’t want to get ghosted, but as you had realized much longer before this, Bakugou is not your average frat boy. Although he looks like a pretty boy with no space for a committed relationship, he has much more depth than you could even imagine. Despite being a flirt and allegedly a playboy, Bakugou had only ever treated you with respect, so you suppose you at least owe him this one conversation.

“Bakugou,” you start, unsure of how to follow through to your point. “It wasn’t bad. If anything it was too good. I just– I just can’t afford to be seen with you.”

A hurt look flashes through Bakugou’s eyes before he gives a slow nod of understanding. “I get it, you don’t want to be with a guy like me. It’s alright, guess I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Wait, that’s not–” you start, but Bakugou is already walking away with his hands stuff in his pockets.

You stand in the middle of the busy hallway for a good few seconds before you hear a giggle that breaks you out of your daze. It’s Mika, she’s leaning on the wall we chatting to her friends.

“She’s almost as much of a player as Katsuki is,” she says to her friends in what she pretends is a whisper, but you know she wants you to hear.

“Yeah, but at least he’s good in bed. She seems like the desperate type.” All of them burst out into a fit of giggles. Y walk off, not even bothering to hear the rest of the conversation.

—

A month later, you haven’t heard from Bakugou at all, his one lone message still sits in your inbox, unanswered. You can’t help but be a little upset knowing it could’ve happened if not for the circumstances. It doesn’t matter, though, as far as you know Bakugou got back with Mika for a bit, dumped her, and is now moving through girls like a snowplough.

You’re sitting in a cafe when somebody plops down in the booth in front of you. He seems to recognize you, but you can’t fully place his fiery red hair and toothy grin. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You furrow your brows. “Who’s asking?”

He laughs heartily at your question. “Sorry, I thought you might remember me. I’m Kirishima Eijiro. I was at that party a few weeks ago.”

Looking down, you see him offer a hand, which you shake quickly before placing your hands back in your lap. Even though the issue with Bakugou and Mika had blown over, and you had fallen back into your mundane life, you were still trying to avoid anything “boys and Bakugou” related.

“Well, I’ve been having some concerns about my buddy,” he thinks out loud.

“Are you really certain I could do anything about this?” you reply hastily. Maybe you shouldn't have said that so soon.

“That’s the thing,” Kirishima replies. “I’m not tryna blame you or anything, but I think you might be causing some… altercations… in his sex life.”

You smack your hands down on the table, catching the attention of surrounding customers. “What?!” You sink back down after receiving a glare from a neighbouring table.

“I didn’t mean that it was bad!” Kirishima speaks for you as you drown in embarrassment.

“Sorry, you kind of implied it though.” The flush on your cheeks doesn’t dissipate.

“Right, actually, moreso the opposite. You might’ve heard Bakugou’s been sleeping around a lot. He and Mika are officially over this time. I’m not going to tell you why, but what matters is that he’s been trying to make up for losing you, at least I think,” Kirishima spills.

You make a non-coherent splutter, but Kirishima doesn’t let you reply. “I tried to tell him this was all about Mika and her stupid followers, but he’s not into socials, and he’s stubborn as hell, anyway. He believes you’re avoiding him because of his reputation, but you’ve gotta help me. He’s been insufferable lately, and even as a member of our frat, the number of girls he’s been with is getting slightly concerning.”

Kirishima looks at you with begging eyes, and you know it’s serious if he came to see you. You look down at your lap, your heart racing with confusion and anxiety.

“I’m sorry, but how can you be so certain? I’d like to help, really, but I’m not sure where I come in,” you say slowly.

“Call him or something. Give him some closure, and let him know it isn’t because of his “player” mentality or whatever he’s got stuck in his head.” Kirishima gets up and places a bill down to pay for your food.

Just then, a familiar figure passes by and notices you through the window. You’re too wrapped up in your conversation with Kirishima to notice the way they ball their fists and huff away.

“Thanks. Hope to see you around.” Kirishima leaves you sitting there confused.

You sit there in awe at the conversation. Why are you supposed to care about Bakugou’s overactive libido anyway?

Sighing, you stare at your empty cup and decide to leave the cafe. It turns out it’s just starting to rain when you trudge back to your dorms, and you get drenched.

—

That night, you lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts of Bakugou continue to invade your mind, and you hear yourself groaning in annoyance.

Maybe I should call him, you think. But, ugh, that’s kind of weird and pathetic.

However, the more you think about it, and him, the more your thoughts start to go back to your night in his car. You remember how it felt to have his big hands on your body, how they felt inside your–

You stop that thought before it can progress.

Again, you let your mind wander. If you think about it, if you actually wanted him again, would it really be fixing his libido? If it benefited both of you, it couldn’t be that awful to call him again.

Nevermind, you’re just thinking too much. How could you even consider it?!

Just go to bed, you beg yourself.

You stare up at the ceiling until your eyes blur out of focus, but somehow, somehow, everything leads back to him.

Flushing, you try not to think about his adept fingers moving in and out of you. Slowly, your panties get wetter and wetter, and you realize that the only way you’re ever going to get over him is by getting under him.

Finally, you decide to roll over and give in to your desires. The glow of your phone screen is glaringly bright, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. When things come into focus, you unlock your phone and click on Bakugou’s number before you lose confidence

“Hello?” Bakugou’s raspy voice answers after five rings.

“Hey, Bakugou,” you whisper. “I wanted to tell you something. Don’t hang up, please.”

“Okay,” he yawns.

“Kirishima came to me today. Can we talk this over or something?”

“We are talking. And I know. I saw” is his gritted reply.

“You’re right, I’m in no place to be asking for anything. I’m sorry. I just need to talk to you in person. I need to get something off of my chest.”

“Oh, something? Or, somebody… like, Shittyhair?!” he practically seethes through the phone.

“Wait, what?!” you yelp.

“Why are you even calling me over if you’re with him.”

“What?” you repeat yourself. “I’m not with him?”

“You literally just said you saw him today,” he argues.

“That’s what I was calling about. He sai–” you start.

“If you’re coming to me with your boy problems, hang up.” You can tell he’s on the verge of leaving.

“No!” you huff madly. “If you’d let me finish, you’d know that he came to tell me he’s worried about you.”

“Oh, really? Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve been fucking, since apparently I wasn’t good enough for you, or whatever,” he replies angrily.

“I swear, Bakugou,” you sigh. “I haven’t been with anyone since our night together.

Bakugou pauses before replying. “I don’t fully believe you. Especially when you just gave me proof you went out together”

You blush as you speak your next words, admitting something to him you thought would happen under different circumstances.

“I haven’t been with him, and I swear it, because…” you hesitate. “I’ve only ever been with you.

A sharp breath is blown out on Bakugou’s end, and you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“Seriously?” His breaths are suddenly slower and calmer.

“Yeah, I swear. Can I just talk to you in person? I really do need to tell you.”

Bakugou makes a slight shuffling noise on his end, and you hear someone’s murmuring in the background, likely one of his frat brothers.

“Fine. You want me to come to you?” he finally replies, giving in (almost too easily, in your eyes).

“Yes, please,” you reply quietly.

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hangs up.

After the same short drive from last time, Bakugou shows up in your dorm parking lot. He shoots you a text message that he’s here, and you greet him at the door.

It’s about one am, and despite your disheveled tank top and shorts, Bakugou is dressed as handsomely as ever. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi.” He gives you a sad smile in return.

“I want to apologize.” You bow your head shyly. “It was my fault for all the confusion. I should’ve told you what was up. I just didn’t want to mess up my chances with you or your relationship with Mika. Kirishima told me about everything that’s been happening.”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry, too,” he replies.

You look up in surprise. Altogether, pathetically, you had expected more grovelling, so this is unexpected.

“It was all Mika’s fault, anyway, and I promise things are over with us,” he says, his face pink with embarrassment. “And… I guess I could say that my judgement of you and Shitty hair was a little preemptive.”

“You think?” you laugh quietly.

“I really am sorry, okay.” He looks up at you and deep into your eyes to solidify his point.

Your face feels hot, and you’re sure he can see the growing blush across your cheeks. Even so, you smile and say, “So, are we good?”

“Yeah,” he replies, returning your smile.

There’s a long pause between the two of you, but it doesn’t feel awkward like you might expect. The gap between you feels like it’s closing, and eventually your lips are just barely touching. His breath fans over your face, and you grip his shirt, taking him in a kiss.

Bakugou holds you to him, his back pressed against the door of your dorm. When you slip your tongue against his, he doesn't decline. He gingerly holds you, squeezes your hip with one hand, and cups your face with the other.

“I don’t deserve you,” you sigh as Bakugou starts to pepper kisses all over your neck.

“You do, it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.” He moves your face so your gazes can meet.

Bakugou gives you one of his signature grins and catches you in another heated kiss. His tongue swiftly swipes across yours, causing you to moan in his hold.

When he changes the angle of kiss, you become entangled, your hips pressed flush against his, earning his groans in your ear. With his newly growing boner and your wettening panties, you feel unbearable lust growing.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bakugou asks.

You nod, keying yourselves in and rushing to your room that’s right around the corner.

As soon as the door opens a mere inch, Bakugou jumps back on you and pushes you down to the bed, a haze of desire over his eyes.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He nips on your neck.

You can only moan in response when he kisses down your chest. Pulling your tank top over head, Bakugou, or Katsuki, you suppose, focuses his attention on your chest. Your body stiffens as he glides his tongue over your hard nipple..

“That feel good?” he asks when he pinches the other nipple while continuing to lick long stripes on your breast.

“Yeah,” you hum in reply.

You feel so good under Bakugou, writhing in pleasure as he sucks hickeys into your skin. You feel his hand sneak up to the top of your waistband and you yelp in surprise. “Ah! Katsuki”

“Can I continue what I started last time?” he says in a begging tone, lightly tugging at your panties.

“Please,” you moan equally as wanton as him, and you’re almost immediately spread bare for him.

Kissing down your chest, Bakugou gets spurred on by your moans. He gives your clit the sensation it's been craving. Slowly, pressure is added to the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself seeping down onto your sheets.

When he sees your glistening pussy, he laughs, “So wet again, baby, and I’ve barely even touched you here.”

“I was getting wet thinking about you earlier,” you mumble into the back of your hand.

“Good.” He smiles. “Don’t think about other guys from now on, you’re all for me.”

There’s no time to reply in shock because Katsuki dips into your depths, swiping up and down your wetness. One finger slips inside smoothly, moving in and out with ease.

Testing it out, Katsuki moves down to your sex and adds his mouth to the mix. This new feeling sets your body on fire. What he’s doing to your body is more than anything you’ve ever experienced, and your core tightens uncontrollably.

“Wait, ah!” you cry out, but Bakugou doesn’t relent. Instead, he adds another finger and curls it into your g-spot.

Working in and out of your cunt, you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers. The feeling of his strong fingers moving inside of you and his lips sucking on your throbbing clit brings you to your limit embarrassingly quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to care, though, because it just feels so good.

With one last strangled moan, you cum, the pleasure sending you over the edge. You tingle all over post orgasm and feel your eyes slip into the back of your head for a second. As Bakugou continues to finger you, your body lifts off the bed into his mouth.

Then, suddenly, you feel something else coming. Something that you feel coming upon you just as fast as your orgasm. You try to sit up and stop Bakugou, but his hand keeps you pinned to the bed. The overstimulation on your body creeps up on you, and there’s a new pain that accompanies your pleasure, adding to your second high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry out when Katsuki switches his fingers for his mouth.

Nimble fingers swirl circles on your clit as his tongue darts out to meet your pussy. It licks up and down, teasing your entrance with the occasional poke inside. And, when you’re least expecting it, it finally slides to your hole, working on thrusting as far into your depths as you can.

This feeling is incredible, and the way Bakugou groans into your pussy drives you mad. Feeling the finger leaving your clit, you whine, but it’s replaced with his tongue again. This time, his tongue switches between your folds and you clit, stimulating every inch of your already twitching sex.

“You’re so good, baby. Love this so much,” Katsuki murmurs when he lifts off of you for a moment.

“Kiss me, and let me touch you, too,” you moan, bringing his face to yours.

You aren’t bothered by the fact that he was just eating you out when you start dipping into each other’s mouths. If anything, the look in Bakugou’s eye tells you it turns him on more. The genuinely lewd look of his tousled hair and wide pupils raises your heartrate so high you can feel it beat inside your chest.

Absent-mindedly, you fumble with the buttons on Bakugou’s jeans. He helps you by leaning back and pulling his shirt over his head. You don’t miss the way his muscles flex and the way he flaunts his abs.

Then, with a quick tug, Bakugou’s pants and boxers slide off. His dick stands proudly, pretty and thick as ever. You place your hand on it like you did last time. He responds well to your touch and groans lewdly when you give it a squeeze.

You slick your palm with spit, and Bakugou helps guide your hand back to his leaking cock. Together, with his hand wrapped around yours, you move on his member, fingers trailing along the prominent vein down the front.

Once you’ve built up a rhythm, you meet Katsuki’s tender gaze. The red of his irises disappear as his eyes flutter shut. He leans forward and recaptures your mouth in a slow but sloppy makeout.

You twist your hand on Bakugou eliciting a breathy moan from him. He twitches in your hand signalling his impending orgasm.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” His mouth is by your ear, moaning and releasing hot breaths to spur you on.

You freeze, and your motions stop. Bakugou notices your alarm and moves to look directly in your eyes. “You don’t have to– I would never force you.”

“No.” you shake your head. “It’s just that I’ve never done that.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen in shock temporarily then fall back. “You want me to teach you tonight, baby?”

You bite your lip meekly and nod your head. Bakugou grins in return, helping you down to his crotch. As you come face to face with his cock, it twitches releasing some precum out of the slit.

“Just put your lips on it. Do what feels right,” he says and pulls your hair into his hands.

You kiss his member just like you would his lips. The wet noises coming from your mouth are so loud and such a turn on for Bakugou. His grip on your head tightens, and he has to force himself not to push you down.

Bakugou hisses when you place the tip in your mouth and give it a hard suck. Wanting to please him even more, you take more of him deeply in your throat. At this point you feel impaled by his large dick with your nose just a few inches from his groin.

Despite your struggle to take him in entirety, Bakugou doesn’t notice and instead groans every time you slide down on him. You gag frequently, and you’re more than certain your teeth have grazed his shaft multiple times, but Bakugou acts like this is the best head he’s ever received.

The longer you go, the more moans fall out of his open lips. His head tilts back when you curiously brush a finger down his balls. He’s much more sensitive than you imagined he would be, and his hips thrust up uncontrollably.

“Fuck, sorry,” he groans, he pulls you off of him to check if you’re okay.

“It’s alright.” You lick him one last time. “Do you think we could maybe go all the way?”

Bakugou blinks at you wordlessly. Then, after about a minute of silence, and worry, on your part, he replies. “You mean, can I take your virginity?”

You hum in reply, and Bakugou throws you back to the middle of the bed

“I left the condoms in my car,” he realizes aloud.

“That’s okay,” you whisper in his ear as seductively as you can. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugou acts like your response is the sexiest thing ever.

He leans down and kisses your neck one last time. You feel his cock against your stomach leaving a hot trail of precum on your skin. Everything about this moment is hot, but you can’t take his slow kisses any longer. You need him inside of you, thrusting deep into your core.

Just when you’re about to take matters into your own hands, Bakugou leans forward and brings himself to your entrance. It is at this moment that you realize how big he is, and that he’s going to try to fit that entire thing inside of you.

You let out a deep breath when he finally slips inside. The stretch is rough, his cock prodding your most intimate crevices. As he inches into your depths, he grasps onto your hand, pulling you to him in a surprisingly romantic way.

The way Bakugou moves within you is gentle, far softer than he was when he ate you out. You can only assume he wants your first time to be soft and sweet. He grips softly at your waist, slowly moving in and out. When your eyes meet, you give him a sweet smile and a nod, hoping he’ll move a little faster.

He takes the hint well, and suddenly Katsuki leans over you, your hands meeting his hardened chest. You jolt with both pain and pleasure after the first deep thrust. Then, as he pumps his cock more and more, you feel the pain fading away, the stretch to accommodate becoming pleasant.

After Bakugou notices your growing comfort, he goes ahead with pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. Differently from before, you can feel him even deeper, and your body arches to meet him when your groins come together.

Swiftly, Katsuki moves you from your back to a position where you’re sitting on his lap. The sensation of him thrusting up into you makes your toes curl and loud moans to fall from your lips. In turn, Katsuki groans and continues to rut his hips like it’s his sole mission.

“You tighten up when I’m in you like this, did you know?” Katsuki groans in your ear, his hot breath hits your skin and makes you shiver.

The feeling in your cunt overwhelms you, but it’s so good, and you know now you won’t be able to get enough. Meeting Bakugou’s thrusts, you attempt to ride him, earning deep groans in return. Bakugou screws his eyes shut and allows you to move opposite to his thrusts. With the constant movement, and the occasional brush against your pleasure spot, your cunt tightens further.

Bakugou grips your ass with his large hands, wanting to feel your insides constrict even further. Unbeknownst to you, this is his first time going raw, and it’s making him cum like it’s his first time, too. So, unashamedly chasing your highs, you grind against each other as fervently as you can.

The air in the room is hot, but the heat in between your bodies as you ride him is far hotter. Both of you elicit loud noises from the other, your neighbours probably hearing your moans through the wall. Normally something like this would embarrass you to no end, but Bakugou’s fucking you so well that you feel you inhibitions melt away along with your innocence.

The coil in your stomach twists, and you feel your high coming. However, Bakugou stops short and leaves you bouncing on him by yourself. After only a split second of confusion, Bakugou slaps your ass, leaning back into a pillow.

“Want me to ride you?” you breathlessly say, attempting to make your voice sultry and not actually inquisitive.

It fails, but Bakugou doesn’t make any visible notice. Instead, he grunts out a quiet ‘yeah, please’ and grips your flesh, moving you against him. The pleasure of having him grind you on him does wonders for your pussy, and the new angle he’s hitting you at has you seeing stars.

Unlike before, Bakugou’s cock hits your g-spot every time now that you're fully riding him. The new feeling sends waves of heat to your stomach, quickly pushing you towards the edge.

Katsuki had been holding out strongly for a while, but as soon as he leaned back and let you ride, he was pretty much done for.

He feels himself unable to control his orgasm, which is creeping up way too fast. You don’t mind, though, as you’re equally as close. When you feel his dick twitching deep inside you, balls contracting and signalling his release, your cunt tightens more than it ever has before.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Bakugou grips your ass and pushes himself up so he can thrust again.

You, on the other hand, yelp in surprise at him readjusting your position, moaning uncontrollably as he goes so deep you think he’s hitting your cervix. You fantasize about how Katsuki slips in and out of you with ease, balls coming up to hit your ass, which unknowingly makes you milk his cock harder.

With a surprising bite to your neck, Bakugou thrusts into you one last time, and calls out your name.

The spurts of cum he makes into your pussy have you cumming on the spot, as well. Both of you moan as you reach your highs together, Bakugou trying to quell his own by pressing his hot mouth to your skin.

“Katsuki!” you cry one last time, slumping forward onto his shoulder.

Neither of you have ever felt this good—you especially, never having thought your first time would be this wild. But Bakugou surprises you with his sexual prowess, and has you basking in a hazy afterglow, one that you won’t forget anytime soon.

You blissfully gaze at him as he continues to thrust ever so slowly, milking out your orgasmatic pleasure.

His eyes are half-lidded, yet you know he’s still very alert of your bodies. Then, he, for the first time since he penetrated you, lets go of your body for a split second, and you miss the warmth of his hands, but you’re quickly satisfied by him going to grab your waist.

Bakugou effortlessly pulls you off of his body, his heavy breathing, muscled chest catching your attention. The genuine ‘splurt’ that comes from between you two when he unsheathes himself makes you blush and awkwardly chuckle in embarrassment, but Bakugou stares amazedly at your pulsating cunt.

You try to cover yourself, despite the fact that he’d seen it all before, but his hand pries your legs apart and dives towards your pussy.

“Wait,” you abruptly say, hoping he’s not already wanting more.

“Hmm?” he hums, curiously drawing a finger down your slit.

“I’m not sure I can go again.” You look at him as he dips his fingers into you ever so slightly.

Instead of replying, Bakugou sets your nerves on fire with his feathery touches. Then, when you look down, you see what’s caught his attention. It’s his milky white cum thatleaks out of your hole and onto your dark bedspread.

“Katsuki, I’m so sensitive. Am I supposed to be able to go again?” You stop his hand’s movement with your own.

“Oh, nah, sorry, baby. You were so good, I forgot you were a virgin.” He grins at you, and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks

He finally takes his hand off of your body and mumbles something about going to get something to clean you up.

“Ah, wait!” You stumble after him, your limbs too sore to hold you up properly. “Let me find something for you.”

You meet Bakugou in your ensuite where he’s already holding a towel. From the doorway, you take a step forward, but your knees buckle and you fall right into his arms.

“It was that good, huh?” he jokes, making you flush in embarrassment.

“Nuh uh,” you counter, but your wobbly legs betray your words.

He chuckles in response and sets you down on the counter, the cold surface strikingly frigid against your burning flesh. He gently pats you down with the towel, making sure his cum is wiped clean from your skin.

“All done,” he says once he’s finished wiping all your skin down.

You go to thank him, but stop when you notice yourself in the mirror. Bruises litter your neck and even your chest. When did those get there? you think to yourself.

“Oh my god, Katsuki!” You go to playfully punch him, but he catches your hand in his.

Placing one hand on your waist and the other on your chin, angling your head towards his, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

Then, when he pulls away, a goofy grin breaks out onto his pretty face. “Oh my god, Katsuki? That’s what you’ll be saying next time.”

Your face bursts into flames, and Bakugou chuckles, holding you for a moment in your dim bathroom light. “So, when’s next time?”

a/n: hi guys!! i’m back with part 2. i’d love it if some of you sent prompts to my inbox or even commissioned me because i tried extra hard to finish this promptly 😃

tags @oldfruitloop @mimi53213 @cheyehc

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Highschool Au headcanon

Warning: slight nsfw, automysophilia, bullying, child neglect

Featuring: Raphael

If we had a Highschool au, Raphael would love being bullied. He likes being dirty, so if the bully spilled yogurt or water over him, he’d get hard. Or stick his face into a toilet. He likes eating too so he’d definitely that kinda treatment.

Though bc he looks so scary, no one would dare to bully him. They are all just cowards, he wouldn’t even fight back if someone stepped on his face with dirty shoes.

That’s why he adapted an ‘unlikeable personality’ (being mean, rude or egoistic) yet it only scared his classmates off, to the point they treat him with respect and politeness. They don’t want to get on his bad side.

He’d always wear white, spotless clothes, since white clothes get dirty easier.

Favourite period would be PE or cooking class. Sometimes art class too.

PE: because accidents are more bound to happen, so it’s more likely that someone would push him and make him fall onto the ground. Also he likes being drenched in sweat.

Cooking class: again, it’s easy to make a mess. Or he could cut himself, and have blood drip over all of his pale clothes. Something so clean is being ruined by his filthy blood, how amazing.

Art class: do I need to expIain it? If their subject has something to do with painting with colours, he’d def love that lesson. It’s easy to get paint everywhere after all.

Everyone thought he was a clean freak, while he is the complete opposite. Why they thought that? Because he always pulled a weird face when he got dirty.

Also he’d be wandering around alone most of the time, around dusty places or climbing trees.

Saw a fanart were the angels were the student council, if so, I bet he didn’t even want to become a part of it. Probably got forced by his brothers.

Straight A student, gets top grades everywhere cuz he wants to get acknowledged by god. While god on the other hand always forgets to give him lunch money. Even if he remembers, sometimes he ignores it, sometimes doesn’t give him enough etc etc.

He needs someone who bullies him fr, if someone threw food at him and told him to eat it from the floor, he’d do it. He’s hungry anyway, thanks for the meal~

The only person he doesn’t want as his bully is Beelzebub.

On parent meeting days, god always comes for lucifer only, due to duties has to do it with Gabriel or Michael too, but always gets surprised if they remind him Raphael also exists. Like: “shit, he’s also my son.”

He is the middle child that got forgotten, also Mika & Gabi doesn’t know about his situation, so they always wonder why he’s hungry 24/7, like bro, just buy something to eat then.

Lucifer helps him sometimes, but he doesn’t comfort him. He just gives Rara his own pocket money to buy some bread or whatnot. Cuz Ofc Rara doesn’t get pocket money neither.

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Hey love your work! can you write some Mika x James smut please im desperate! <3 Hope you have a wonderfull day <3

Thank you! <3

Once I got started on this James seemed to write himself! I can't be bothered to edit right now, so look for a cleaner version on AO3 in a couple of days.

According to plan

How is Mika going to get the attention she craves from James? Maybe she needs a plan, or maybe spontaneity will win the day.

Mika sighs and flicks sand with her toe. James has his nose stuck firmly in his latest book, all but ignoring the beautiful seaside.

It wouldn’t be so bad that it’s how he wants to spend his beach time if it weren’t for the fact he’s been acting like a manager for the whole trip. Of course he’s been good at it too. Every day has been a perfect mix of activities. Enough time on the beach to have fun but not enough to get bored and sunburnt, fantastic local food for dinner, and excursions to stunning natural wonders.

Mika cringes at how selfish those thoughts make her feel. It really has been the perfect vacation, except for the fact she’s hardly spent any time with James. At first, she was happy to sit and read beside him, but she exhausted her reading material 2 days ago.

Another sigh escapes Mika as her mind wanders to the tall, dark-haired, too-smart-for-his-own-good love interest from her novel. He had been very eager to spend time alone with the protagonist.

“Hey doofus!”

Her moment of pleasant distraction is shattered by Sam’s shout, “stop staring into space like a fish and come souvenir shipping with us!”

Mika rolls her eyes at Sam’s insulting simile, “It’s called ‘thinking’, Sam, you should try it sometime.”

James smiles behind his book, sharing his secret glee at Sam’s sputtering response in a quick glance at Mika. Her heart does a little flutter at his smile.

Before she can recover control of her body, James shouts towards his brothers, “Don’t take too long! We’re meeting in the lobby for dinner at 6!” and motions her off with a tilt of his head.

Mika misses the hungry gaze cast over the top of his book, watching her every movement as she stretches and pulls a sundress over her swimsuit.

After shopping and dinner, Mika, Erik, and Damien are star gazing from the rooftop bar of their hotel. Each has been lost in their own thoughts since the others have gone to bed, quietly watching more and more stars blink into existence in the darkening sky.

“You know,” Damien says after several minutes of silence, “James is very good at planning”

Erik and Mika make small noises in acknowledgement to Damien stating the obvious. He continues, “but even he can’t plan a … spontaneous moment”

Mika’s face heats at the absolutely lewd inflection he managed to pack into such an innocuous word. Erik fails miserably at stifling giggles beside her.

“Maybe that’s something you can help him with.” Damien finishes casually.

Mika shoots to her feet indignant but also suddenly desperate to see James. She had been thinking about him all day, imagining how he might sweep her off her feet at any given moment. More often than not said sweeping landed her in bed with him. The mere mention of his name triggered a fresh wave of want inside her.

She stalks off in a pretend huff. Erik’s teasing words ring in her ears “Have fun~”

Alone in the elevator she wonders what kind of fun James would want to have.

 Mikas feet take her back to the hotel suite while her mind remains distracted by images of James.

Suddenly she’s standing in his empty room and all of her confidence evaporates in an instant. The door to the common area is ajar, did she open it? The lights are on, she’s pretty sure she didn’t do that.

James is nowhere in sight. Maybe that’s a good thing, she was too busy fantasizing to have any idea what she was going to say to him anyway. Mika turns to leave, resigned to try to take the edge off in the shower.

Mika’s exit is halted as she walks right into something. Hands are wrapped around her upper arms, keeping her from stumbling backwards.

Her focus snaps back to reality and onto James. His eyes are slightly wide in surprise. They’re almost hidden by damp black hair. A white towel drapes over his shoulders. His shoulders and arms are covered in a light blue satin pajama top that has yet to be buttoned.

Mika notices how her fingers are braced against the bare skin of his chest and her breath hitches.

James leans down until his nose is nearly touching Mika’s neck. He takes two slow, deep breaths. Each exhale sends shivers down her spine and sets her heart racing.

When he finally stands straight his pupils are wide. “You smell incredible”, his voice is quiet, but pitched deep, graveling against the bottom of his throat.

His words pull sharply at the need building inside of her. “I—I’ve been thinking about you.” Mika’s fingers move slowly up James’ chest.

Amber eyes seem to darken with James’ chuckle, “what have you been think that has you in such a …state?” His final word is accompanied by his heated gaze traveling slowly down Mika’s body.

Mika swears she can feel his eyes on her. Her nipples tighten as he gazes at her chest and an unbearable heat pulses between her thighs as he stared pointedly where she can feel wetness gathering in her bikini bottoms.

Mika can’t take the tension for one second longer. Her hands grab the back of James’ head and pull him down into a rough kiss. Her fingers roughly grip his damp hair as his tongue slides inside her mouth.

After a moment James straightens, “You know, It is quite improper for a young lady to be in a man’s bedroom so late at night.” His usual manners play with the flirtatious undertones of his words.

“What will people think?”, he continues.

Mika recognizes the out that he is giving her a chance to choose between the gentleman and the demon. A wicked grin breaks across her face, “They’ll think I’m the lucky girl who gets to fuck an incubus.”

Suddenly, Mika is pushed against the wall. She registers one of James’ hands under her ass while his hips pin hers. The other is gently guiding her jaw in a passionate kiss. Their mouths work in tandem for several long moments, every movement of James’ lips sends waves of heat crashing into her core.

When they finally break apart, flushed and panting, James’ eyes glow a warm gold. “May I?”

“Please” The word is barely out of Mika’s mouth before a warm tingling sensation rushes through her. The world slows as the enthrallment kicks in, Mika’s attention is focused solely on the demon between her legs, pining her to the wall.

 His eyes look fierce without glasses to soften them. Mika wonders how far she can push him. She starts by grabbing the towel around his neck and tossing it to the floor. Then her hands find his chest again and slide his open shirt off his shoulders. James carefully shifts his hold on her to let it fall to the floor while keeping Mika off the ground.

She takes in his form approvingly, trying her best to replicate how his gaze made her feel. Her eyes lock onto a bulge in the satin on his pants. One hand drifts lazily down his stomach before groping lower. Mika gasps as he twitches in her hand. His head thuds against the wall next to hers as he groans out her name.

“James!” her voice sounds desperate in her ears. His teeth come to the thin straps on her shoulder. A hand mirrors the motion on her other side and her bikini top and sundress are pulled down below her breasts.

James wastes no time in lavishing her breasts. The gentle circles of his tongue send energy spiraling down between her thighs.

Mika squirms in pleasure, searching desperately for friction to sate the burning in her core. Her hips buck forward and she slides against James’ hip.

“Don’t move or I’ll drop you!” James growls around her nipple. But he does release her other breast and slides his fingers along her inner thigh. When they reach her bikini bottoms, nimble fingers untie the knots at each hip before throwing the garment away.

Mika gasps as the cool air moves against her folds.

James locks eyes with her as one finger traces agonizing patterns around her clit. Mika bites her lip, and moans as she does her best to repress the desire to squirm under his touch.

Mika is growing hotter and hotter. Energy swirls from everywhere in her body down to the small bundle of nerves James is teasing and back out again. Every cycle is more intense than the last and Mika feels she may lose her mind from the pleasure if it goes on much longer. She dares not move and become unsecure in James’ grasp, but she does have one more tool in her arsenal.

“R—Raestrao!” she cries as another ripple of pleasure radiates from her core.

The incubus shudders almost imperceptibly as he pants open-mouthed. Mika sees a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends new shivers down to where James’ fingers have halted.

Mika hooks her fingers into his waistband and pushes it down. James’ cock springs free and bounces against her folds. The pair gasp at the sudden sensation.

In an instant James’ head is pressed into her. Mika squeezes her walls around him. His lips pull back in a snarl as he thrusts quickly into her. Mika chokes on a gasp at the sudden fullness, reveling in the slight twinge in her muscles that she’d never be able to achieve alone.

She’s allowed one more moment to adjust before James starts pushing into her at a punishing pace.

Mika lets her head fall back against the wall; her eyes screwed shut as she’s flooded with wave after wave of pleasure. Her dull nails carve into the flesh of James’ back, earning her another deep groan.

James shifts his feet and nails her against the wall. Mika’s energy swirls violently in her body funneling down to where she and James are connected. For a moment everything is white, Mika is floating in an ocean of tingling pleasure.

Then a dam breaks and Mika is screaming for James. She’s not sure which names she’s using, maybe both. She distantly realizes she hears her own name too.

A moment later, the hotel room comes back into focus. James slowly slides out from her, then leans her against his chest as he walks towards the bed. They collapse onto it unceremoniously.

They remain a sweaty pile of tangled limbs and heavy breathing for several minutes. Eventually, James brushes the hair out of Mika’s face, “love?”

His voice sounds so uncertain. Mika reassures him with a long and tender kiss. Her hands trace gently over his scalp. They share a warm smile as they finally break apart.

“You know, you’re pretty loud when you want to be. What will people think?” Mika finally finds the words to tease James who promptly blushes.

Just as he opens his mouth the respond, Matthew’s voice echoes from the other side of the wall, “They’ll think ‘please shut up and let the rest of us get some sleep!’”

[darlingkirstein]

eremika — smut headcannon #1

this is what my brain cooks up at 4:30 am!

cw: cockwarming, somnophilia. 1.1k words.

Mikasa cuddles up beside him in bed, dressed only in one of his big t-shirts and a skimpy pair of panties — just asking for it, and she knows it.

She nestles her ass against his cock and does the tiniest wiggle, enough to get him hard. Eren groans underneath his breath. What a tease.

“Baby.” He whines, slipping a hand underneath her shirt to grope her tits. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” In such an innocent voice, she’s almost convincing in her ignorance— almost.

But her hips don’t cease to push against his boxers, generating an unbearable degree of heat. She’s killing him — Eren’s fingers dig deeper into her sensitive flesh, his nails leaving marks.

“You know damn well what I mean.” He sucks in a quick burst of air and bites down on his lip to keep from becoming a moaning mess. Eren knows that’s exactly what she wants from this.

Mikasa looks back over her shoulder — a big, pretty smile on her face. She can she the frustration in Eren’s eyes, so desperate and big, like a scorned, sad little puppy.

“I’m just getting comfy, Eren. Don’t get fussy.”

That look from her only makes matters worse — she’s so fucking gorgeous when she’s being coy. Her pretty pouting is sending dirty, dirty images to his head — thoughts of those pouty lips wrapped around his aching cock.

His mouth finds her nape. Out of his control, Eren’s hips push forward to meet her ass. He needs something, even if Mikasa won’t give it.

“C’mon — I wanna fuck you, baby. Wanna fuck you so bad. So hard— it fuckin’ hurts.”

Mikasa refuses to relent. Instead, she yawns. Reaching back, her fingers find his hair and play with it while she giggles drowsily.

“Too sleepy, handsome boy. So tired.”

Eren works hard to stop himself from audibly groaning at a wholly-inappropriate volume. He doesn’t know how many more nights of jerking off with Mikasa fast asleep beside him he has left.

His hands wander to touch her ass, rubbing as he fixated on her panties — an annoying cockblock.

Now he’s the one pouting.

“You can go to sleep, babe. I’ll, uh— take care of myself. I’ll be quiet about it. I’m good at that.”

Mikasa yawns again — he’s so desperate it’s making her grin, even while exhausted. She adjusts her upper half back against the mattress, head sinking deep into her comfy pillow.

And even though he’s behaving like a brat, she wants to make him just a little bit happy. Mikasa gets a fanciful idea, and it leaves her amused.

“Nah, don’t bother. Wanna try something?”

Immediately, Eren perks up. Men are so easy.

“Yes, please. Anything. Anything with you.”

She hooks a finger around her panties and tugs them done, just enough for her pretty cunt to be exposed. Still grinning, Mikasa reaches for Eren — her fingertips brush against his cock through the fabric, and he has to stop himself from jerking.

“Go ahead and put it in, Eren. I’ll keep you warm, yeah? Make you feel good while you sleep.”

The words go straight to his dick. “Really?”

“Really. C’mon — so sleepy, baby. Put it in.”

Embarrassingly fast, Eren gets his cock out and pushes in so easily — and he just about cries from relief when her pussy envelopes him. His mood changes in an instant; no longer solely focused on the aching sensation in his hips, the pain controlling his frustratingly-male thought process, Eren’s affectionate side comes out.

He hugs her waist and tugs her closer.

“Thank you, Mika. Feels so good. Go— Go to sleep, okay? Goodnight. I love you so much.”

She laughs. The change is so entertaining.

“Goodnight, baby boy. I love you. Dream about me, will you? A nice, dirty dream.”

It’s a perfect plan. Mikasa falls asleep almost immediately, so tired from a long day of work. Eren shuts his eyes, keeping his hips incredibly, impossibly still. The comfort Mikasa’s cunt gives him is indescribable — the sheer warmth is enough to leave him rambling.

Or, it would be a perfect plan.

Except — Eren can’t fall asleep. She feels too good, too good to even consider sleeping.

He lays there, staring ahead at the wall — after Mikasa turned out the light, the room was plunged into darkness. Eren can’t see a thing, not even all the things he wishes he can see. He can’t see his cock sitting pretty inside her cunt — can’t see the way it disappears, her ass hiding it.

That pisses him off.

It’s not the perfect solution Mikasa imagined.

He feels like squirming. It’s too much.

Eren lasts about twenty dreadfully-long, insomnia-filled minutes before he can’t take it.

Kissing her shoulder, his hips shift. He fucks her slow, trying to keep from waking her, but just enough to grant some relief. That tender pace doesn’t last long — it’s not enough. Selfishly, Eren takes her with a greater urgency, listening to the mattress creaking underneath him.

Whether it’s the pace or his whiny moans, Mikasa doesn’t stay asleep long. Just before she stirs, she hums quietly into her pillow, and her body moves into his desperate thrusts.

She awakens smiling. “Fuck, baby.“

Eren flushes a deep, deep shade of red. Humiliated at his own perversion, he ceases his thrusts and stumbles through an apology.

“Mika! Shit, I— I’m sorry, I— I couldn’t—”

Mikasa shakes her head, giggling.

“Shhh. Why’d you stop?”

“Well, you— you were asleep.”

She looks back at him, and even in the darkness, Eren can make out the outline of her face, her eyes practically gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, please. I knew you couldn’t make it the whole night. Just needed a little nap first.”

He isn’t sure how to respond. The blush only grows, and, shamefully, his cock twitches inside her. Those giggles drive him absolutely mad.

“You— you knew?”

Mikasa hugs both arms around his neck, arching her spine to ensure she can reach back that far. She touches his hair, already getting a little sweaty from his urgency— his untamed lust.

“Of course. Now, are you gonna fuck me or not? Felt so fucking good just now. Fuck me like that again, okay? Harder, actually. Give me more.”

Her voice, still half-clinging to sleep, has a soft edge to it — Eren savors the sound, and relishes in the thought of how good her drowsy moans will sound, right in his ears, nowhere else to go.

Mikasa’s little trick has his ears tinted pink.

Renewed with confidence, Eren grips her leg and pushes it forward, opening her up. His fingers dig into her supple thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave little baby bruises in the morning.

He doesn’t cover his moans as he fucks her warm cunt — fucks it rough, just like he wants.

Just like Mikasa planned.

[fumiyami]

51. knows every bit of gossip in 1A (either just from being observant or from Mina!!)

52. doesn’t really care for hero merch (unless it’s something like an accessory/something he can wear) but still gets it free from hawks unwillingly

53. he spaces out a lot so everyone in class 1A thinks he’s just being all broody and dark but in actuality he’s either staring at his reflection (if he’s zoning out at a mirror/window) or talking to dark shadow in his mind

54. SO GOOD at arguing and comebacks but doesn’t use that skill often

55. I imagine his parents to be like in a dark gothic gang or something like that (maybe that’s where he got his way of speaking from🤫)

56. when he’s older and a pro hero I imagine his fan base is mostly just goth kids and teenagers who look up to him!!

57. LOVES having his feathers stroked (or preened by dark shadow) but doesn’t ask for it or anything usually

58. speaking about his feathers, since they’re all over his face/head that area is warm during the winter and usually overheats in the summer

59. ALSO he hates the fact that summer is so hot since I can tell he’d be sweating if he had to do hero work like running around and fighting villains in THAT HERO COSTUME.

60. has a massive sweet tooth though not many people would expect him to

61. has a bunch of nicknames like “fumi” “mika” (one that I got from a fanfic) as in like fuMIKAge “toko” and then there’s mina who adds adjectives to the start of tokoyami like that one time she called him angryami!!

62. collects the most obscure things ever

63. once he like settles into UA and gets more confidence he sets up a secret tiktok or whatever account where he does song covers and his own original songs!! (class 1A find out and they go wild)

64. once got tricked into getting tipsy by hawks (got this one from a fic!!)

65. sometimes he wants to dress more gothic but i’ve seen how hard it is to find super cool masculine looking goth clothes☹️

66. due to the fact that he’s partially a bird whenever he gets sick the symptoms don’t show up for a while so when they do show up it’s BAD.

67. once accidentally misspelled his classmates names and no one’s letting him live it down

68. has a collection of rings

69. love language is definitely mostly gift giving!! (and all the other ones but mostly gift giving)

70. wears contacts cuz he refuses to get glasses that actually fit him and then wear them

71. as a baby (chick) he didn’t speak for like 3 years (just small chirps and stuff) until one day he just randomly started speaking full sentences?? skipped the whole starter tutorial😣

72. can and will randomly say some creepy fact like “if you nurture little bits of surgically removed brains then it will grow eyes.” “YOU’RE STARTING TO SCARE ME SCARYAMI.”

73. actually really enjoys gossiping but would never admit it

74. also loves shopping!!

75. mr aizawa’s favourite student (one of aizawa’s voice actors, english I think, told us this was true!!)

76. somehow knows who everyone has a crush on, who’s dating and who hates each other (mina pays him in apples for info on the drama they’re gossip buddies trust)

77. can mimic voices and sounds SO easily

78. he only gets really super mad when someone ignores him or goes into his room without permission!

79. can (but probably won’t) argue on why being goth and being emo are different things

80. birds sometimes follow him thinking he’s one of them (he is but would never admit it)

81. HATES quirks that can make people laugh involuntarily (he gets flashbacks into the past with miss joke😖😖)

82. isn’t as introverted as people think but is usually judged like that

83. got his red choker as a gift!!

84. LOVES collecting pins and keychains and stuff like that

85. someone once mentioned mating season to him and he still holds a grudge

86. is able to perfectly understand Shakespeare’s texts and speak like him

87. CAN ROLLER SKATE.

88. he can hit really really high notes (like think ballad of Jane doe from ride the cyclone) while singing but refuses to do that front of most people

89. makes playlists for people but in the end either forgets to show them or gets too nervous

90. once accidentally flew into a window and hawks will never let him live it down

91. planned to be a writer/journalist when he was younger

92. will subconsciously copy what other people say which is how he started saying revelry in the dark

93. SUPER ticklish but makes dark shadow come out before anyone even gets close to hearing his actual laugh

94. genuinely likes the taste of birdseed but refuses to let himself enjoy it

95. is always seen with closed eyes because he’s always just naturally tired so this is his way of resting without actually resting!

96. everyone thinks he’s always annoyed or mad or something cuz that’s the way his face looks when he’s just neutral :((

THIS IS A PART 2 OF MY OTHER HEADCANON VIDEO A BIT AGO SO THATS WHY THE NUMBERS ARE ALL WEIRD!! ALSO I LOST MOTIVATION TO DO THIS ONE SO THEY KINDA GOT WORSER EACH TIME😰

[neolxzr]

you do see my point though, I was saying that yes a piece of media can have a character imply they are queer, but it’s frustrating when they won’t explicitly confirm such, because of (in the case of… checks app store purchase statistics…. A multi million dollar game franchise!) the need to market to as many people as possible. Shumika will never be “canon” because some people just don’t like shumika and won’t spend money on the game if shu and mika are in a relationship, whether or not that’s because they like the ship or the characters or are genuinely homophobic or whatnot. If the writing team cared about telling a love story, they would tell a love story, not go “well maybe they’re in love, it’s up to viewer interpretation!” like this works, sometimes it adds to the meaning of the work, but enstars really doesn’t have an excuse for their constant “this character might have feelings for this other character, but we’ll never have them say it out loud!” except the fact it makes them a lot of money, since they can market to people who like a character being the way they want that character to be, whether that’s with that character being in love with another in game character or self-shipping or whatever else. Outside of shipping, this is why some characters like Shinobu haven’t changed despite wanting to change (he continuously talks about how he wants to be more mature and taken seriously but his cards continue to make him look small and cute because his fans like that about him and god forbid we change anything!) I just think enstars should not be your first thought when someone asks you about a good piece of queer media because they’re doing just about the same job as large cast games with characters of the same gender (minus Arashi) who continue to have characters go “we’ll do all these things to imply we could be in love, but we’ll never have our characters actually date! teehee!”

i can understand being frustrated about your ships not being "confirmed", but the obsession with what is "canon" and "not canon" is just straight up not a very interesting discussion to have. what happyele's or the writers' agenda is is not of particular importance to me. one of the first things they teach you in classes about media analysis is that once a work is out there, the intentions of the creator no longer matter. the only thing that matters in your analysis is your own thoughts and the way you interpret a text.

if we were having a conversation about how much the creator of something sucks, then sure, talk about that all you want, but i am specifically referring to discussions about the piece of media and these characters and their relationships and their growth and the themes of the work etc. those things are removed from whether or not the company writes the way they do because of profit motives or whatever. companies make money, that's just what to expect. if you want art that is free of profit motives, read something by an independent creator.

even so, it feels strange to place enstars into the bucket of "stuff that should be gayer but the bad company that makes it wont let it be" because the characters ARE so very openly queer. there are so many instances in it where characters pour their heart out to each other or offer themselves to another character in beautiful and poetic ways, and i think it's wrong to claim it doesn't count because they didn't confirm their relationship status at the end of it. if you ask me, there is absolutely no way to interpret enstars in a way completely free of queerness. there is so much explicitly queer text that ignoring it is just plain incorrect. but, if homophobic people like this game and choose to look the other way at all of the gay shit, again, that is not my problem.

why is canonization the only thing that matters? is a shitty BL with awful writing better and more worthwhile than enstars as a queer narrative because the characters had explicit gay sex on screen? are poorly written gay characters in the background of other media with nothing going on more worth talking about than shumika or wataei or rinniki or whoever else just because they say the words 'i'm gay' out loud?

queerness is so much more than all of that. it is so much more than labels and it is so much more than relationships that are easy to understand. it is so much more than the extremely narrow view of it that the internet has concocted about it over the last few years, where you’re only allowed to talk about queerness if you yourself are openly queer and out of the closet, and even then you’re only allowed to make art that makes for “good representation.” that is just so incredibly limiting. i would rather tons of companies who are trying to profit off fujoshis make vaguely gay media with unconfirmed romances and relationships that aren't easily defined by labels than have less queer art in the world.

more queer art means more queer people who will find something to really connect to. more queer art means telling more queer stories. why should who is allowed to write lgbtq media be limited? why should the kind of media people are allowed to make be limited?

its fine to criticize happyelements if youre unsatisfied with the way they do things, im not always 100% in love with everything they do either. i wouldn't even consider enstars to be the worlds' best example of a queer piece of media. but no one is forcing you to like or engage with it or give the company money if you're unhappy with how they write and market their game. they don't owe anyone explicit confirmation that any of their characters are dating, and it doesn't even matter if they do provide that confirmation or not.

regardless of who made it or for what reason, queer stories are worth talking about, "canon" or not.

[strxnged]

MONDSTADT: # when you tell them you see them as a "main character." (1/4)

content: voiceline style responses. mentions of alcohol, ignorance of mika's release. 500w

__ albedo ㅤ“i don’t like to think about myself in that way. i'm only interested in discovering the many hidden stories of this world, similarly to you. well, if you think that makes me a main character… i won’t argue with you.”

__amber ㅤ“hehe, you think so? maybe you’re right! i’ve always wanted a book to be written about outrider amber of the knights of favonius! but don’t you think you play a pretty big part in this story, too?”

__barbara ㅤ“oh, my! you must be mistaken—did you take me for jean? it’s me, barbara, and i’m certainly not main character material—not yet! although… if you were trying to compliment me, that was very kind of you. i’ll try not to let it go to my head, don’t worry!”

__bennett ㅤ“yeah! that’s why i got an adventurer’s team named after me! um… but since i’m the only member right now… i guess that makes me the only character, huh? … yeah, main character by default is still a main character. i’ll take it!”

__diluc ㅤ“uh… i’m not sure why you’re saying that. word of advice, i think you ought to keep your darkknight fantasies to yourself.”

__diona ㅤ“did i finally make a bad drink? something’s off in your head, alright. what is that even supposed to mean… ‘main character’?”

__eula ㅤ“oh? indeed, if i were in a story, my importance would be key. my keen sense of justice and deserved glory. it would be a story about revenge, etiquette, and honour. perhaps someone should write such a book and sell it to the children of mondstadt.”

__fischl ㅤ“such diction is foolish in my presence. i am no character of a story, but the author of many fates.”

__jean ㅤ“oh… i think it improper for you to regard me in such a way… i’m only the acting grand master, and i haven’t done nearly as much for mondstadt as vennessa or varka.”

__kaeya ㅤ“oh-ho-hoh, you’re trying to flatter me, aren’t you? try dry praise like that after i’ve had a few more drinks.”

__klee ㅤ“heehee, the main character? i’m not from a picture book, you know.”

__lisa ㅤ“hmm.. don’t you think working at a library after being the akademiya’s most distinguished graduate of 200 years would speak better of desires for the opposite? sweet of you to say, though, cutie.”

__mona ㅤ“the responsibility of a main character is far more than that which comes with wealth of knowledge and birthright. yes, i think your comment is suitable, since i’m also altruistic, wise, and humble, all in a unique enough way…. don’t give me that look.”

__noelle ㅤ“how kind of you to say! but—ahem—since i’m not yet a real knight, it must be a very sad story to read.”

__razor ㅤ“razor wants to read that story! does teacher have it?”

__rosaria ㅤ“i... hmph. you should read more books, i think you’d change your mind. stop scowling at me and say something more useful.”

__sucrose ㅤ“w-what? a main character? even a narrator would have trouble trying to define me interestingly. but then, would that mean i will discover more in my research? i’m not sure but i wouldn’t mind that.”

__venti ㅤ“you’re always saying that now that you know about my past. well, if i’m not recognized as the archon, at least i have some importance to someone, hehe.”

author's note: thanks for reading; i hope you enjoyed. reblogs are appreciated, and if you enjoyed, consider following for the continuation of this series :)

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➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[kanekoii]

Hai (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

It is I, wind, your discord niece/nephew

Can I request yandere aster please...

I already nommed up all the yandere Hex and Ike stuff I saw.

Thankies baii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

mika’s notes -> i can explain i swear (i like yandere stuff a normal amount)

pairing -> yandere! aster arcadia x gn! reader

genre -> scenario

song -> all i want is you (ft. hoshie star) - rebzyyx

warnings -> violence, non sexual use of handcuffs??, yandere, implied kidnapping

to say aster was obsessed with you would be an understatement. he would be the happiest person on earth if he was the ONLY one you ever talked to, ever even thought about. his beautifully colored eyes looked nearly dead as he subtly intimidated you with his deranged confessions of love.

with one wrist handcuffed to the nearest surface and him having the only key, you had no real hope of escaping your unhinged boyfriend anymore. he assertively placed a kiss on your forehead as he hugged you close, blissfully ignoring your raw and bleeding wrist from the handcuff he had attached to one arm. his sickeningly sweet smile elicited a nervous reaction from you while he fed you.

every once in a while, you’d be allowed a small amount of freedom, but only if aster was right by your side every second. but he’s not all bad…

he keeps you safe from any and all harm, cooks for you, washes your hair for you, and sometimes he’ll even bandage and clean your raw wrists.

don’t take it personally when some of your close friends and family start disappearing, aster is just keeping you safe <3. he’s just keeping you safe, after all! he just wants to make sure nothing will EVER tear you away from him, and if that means he has to come home with his skin and clothes stained in tacky blood every day, then so be it. it's just for the best, you know!

even if this relationship is bad for the both of you, how could you resist his sweet smile, adorable and soft voice, and the love he gives you? some people couldn't help but stay despite his violent nature. in a way it's sweet, the way he'd quite literally kill just for the sake of you being his and his alone...

his next victim was someone so close to you too, memorizing how their schedule intertwined with yours and how to end it swiftly and decisively. maybe you wouldn’t know it was someone you held so dearly to your heart who had fallen victim to your deranged boyfriend.

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Mika finds some compassion from Erik and James in her grief.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, and parental abuse

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Labyrinth - Taylor Swift

Chapter 5

Mika is sitting at the dinner table trying to ignore the whispered hissing across the table. It’s hard when it’s the two men she has the least interactions with and when she definitely knows they’re talking about her. 

They think they’re being subtle, but it’s obvious they aren’t. Especially when Sam’s version of a whisper just sounds like a normal speaking voice. Just somehow rougher instead of softer. 

“James stop staring her down, it’s creepy… and not helping you.” Sam tells his older brother with a clipped tone in his voice.  

“Oh? Like you’re not constantly glaring daggers?” James redirects with a raised brow.  

Mika is trying to focus on the conversation Matthew is having with her, but it’s hard. She catches Damien across the table giving her a sympathetic look. He knows where her head is at, and it’s not focused on Matthew. 

“…that’s my resting face you dick.” Sam growls out at him.  

She can feel their eyes on her, and it takes all her attention to focus on Matthew. She’s even turned her body to face him fully. Too bad she doesn’t know what he’s saying. Was it something about the show they’ve been watching together? She just smiles and nods along, pretending to listen.  

Erik, who sits on the other side of her, leans towards his two stubborn brothers. “Why don’t you both just talk to her?” He calls them out with an annoyed tone. Crossing his arms looking at the two men in irritation.  

The table goes silent as everyone turns towards James and Sam. Mika doesn’t look up, instead taking more interest in her food.   

“Fuck this,” Sam groans and gets up, storming out of the dining room.  

The front door slams and Mika physically flinches at that. Erik puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder in comfort.  

“Excuse me.” James mutters stalking off on his own. His anger was much more repressed and simmering under the surface. He’s probably skulking off to her grandfather’s office. 

Erik sighs and stands up, “Sorry for their attitudes. I can talk to James.”  

Erik leaves the room and it’s just Damien, Matthew, and her. She sighs and feels herself losing her appetite. She excuses herself to go to her room. 

She still hasn’t changed the bedroom or unpacked any of her belongings. The room is still very much her grandfathers… and it’s exhausting. She lays on the bed and covers her eyes.  

She doesn’t know what to do about James or Sam… It was so easy to talk to the others, but those two. They made it hard.  She wonders if she’ll ever be close to them, but to be fair she wasn’t close to the other three either. They were just much easier to talk to and get along with.  

She wouldn’t say they were friends yet, but they were getting along. Which is more than she could hope to ask for.  

Could she really live in amicable hostility for the rest of her life? If the three of them just stayed out of each other’s way, would it be fine? Somehow this solution is still the better alternative than moving back in with her parents. She could almost laugh. 

There’s a soft knock at her door and she doesn’t move from the bed. “Come in.”  

The door creaks open and she doesn’t move to look at who it is, settling for wallowing in self-pity on the bed. “I talked to James, he’s much more reasonable than Sam.” Erik’s voice says as he comes in. 

“Are those your bags in the corner?” Erik’s voice asks in surprise.  

She finally sits up, a little embarrassed. “Yes?” she says it like it’s a question but those are her bags filled with her belongings. Included some of the miscellaneous items she had grabbed from her room before storming out of her parents. 

Erik gives her a look of concern before walking over to the dresser. He reaches for it, and she almost vaults herself off the bed. “Don’t open those!” 

Her voice is louder than she wants, and it hinges on desperation. Erik raises his brow before opening the drawer and looking in. He makes a small face, as if he’s confirming what he already knew. He looks at her in pity.  

“Mika… have you emptied any of his things?” he asks her softly.  

She stands in front of him, looking into the drawer of her grandfathers’ clothes like something had come to haunt her. “I did in the bathroom…” she says in a small voice.  

Erik sighs and closes the drawer, looking down at her. “Sweet girl, you can’t live like this.”  

“I just, I couldn’t do it…” She says, “Every time I opened it I just, I froze. It felt like if I didn’t empty it out, then it was like he would come back.” She admits softly.  

“I guess that’s a little silly, huh?”  

Erik looks at her with sincerity, “It’s not foolish, you’re grieving. There’s a difference.” He tells her. “This isn’t good for you though; you need to make this room yours. Or you’ll feel like a guest in this home forever.”  

She shakes her head, “I… I can’t. Physically I can’t, I tried to last week and I just…” she grits her teeth and sighs moving back to sit on the bed.  

“I can’t.” she murmurs.  

There’s a pause before Erik talks again, “What if I did it? I could clean out his stuff and just put it in his office in boxes. So, it’s all in one place for when you are ready?” he suggests. 

“You would do that?” she asks him in surprise.  

Erik nods his head. “I can redecorate in here too if you want, make it yours.”  

“You really don’t have to do that, I mean, it’s a really nice offer but-“ Erik cuts her off raising his hand telling her to stop. “Don’t worry about it. Think of it as an apology for how I treated you at first.” He pushes himself off the dresser and leaves the room.  

“I can do it soon. Just leave it to me.” He waves at her before leaving the room. 

She gives him a half-hearted wave as he leaves, and she deflates. She pads over to the bathroom wanting to take a shower so hot she can’t feel her skin anymore.  

It’s finally a nice sunny day in early spring that Mika feels like she can tackle the back yard. The old flowers have died and gone, and she wasn’t about to spend money on a gardener like her grandfather.  

She also thinks it would be a therapeutic activity for her. She’s outside, her black hair pulled back out of her face into a ponytail, elbows deep in soil. The only thought she really has passing through her head is if she can even keep the flowers alive. She went on a run to the closest garden center with Damien and Erik. The three of them bought more flowers than was likely necessary. She’s debating on if she should plant the roses next to the marigolds or if the hyacinths should replace one of them, when someone sits next to her.  

She pauses and looks up to see James of all people putting on gardening gloves and looks over at her. “The marigolds and white roses will look better next to each other.” He tells her gently. She raises a brow in question. 

James sighs and starts to dig out a hole for the bushes, “Sorry about…well behaving like I have been.” He tells her. 

She pauses and sits up looking at him in surprise, “Oh? What changed?” she asks him going to hand him the rose bush. 

“Thanks.” He starts settling the bush in soil. “Erik came to talk to me…he told me about you in the study.” His hands press the soil down harder than probably necessary. His brow is furrowed as he avoids her gaze.  

“It’s obvious you’re grieving like we are. It was overwhelming and completely out of our control when Harold died. I mean we came home to a young woman in our house telling us our only friend was dead.” He looks up at her and his face furrowed in clear frustration.  

She sighs and digs up her own spot for another rose bush, “To be honest, I wasn’t planning to live here for a while…” She pulls an offending weed out of her way aggressively.  

James looks at her curiously, “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” he pries a bit.  

She bristles a bit, James put the roses in the ground, and she packs the soil harshly.  She doesn’t look up at him. “My father’s a dick is the short story. He was pissed grandpa left everything to me, including the company.”  

She pulls back assessing the bush placements. She turns her head to look at James, “Which I find hysterical since he was always going on about how it was the plan for me to go into the family business !” She bites out the last part like its venom.  

“The second he hears that he gets nothing from a man he never even talked to, I’m the bad guy!” she scoffs in irritation.  

She pulls to sit up straight, her fists clenched tightly in her lap, and she focuses on the ground instead of James. “He made us bury grandpa almost immediately and he had the shortest funeral service imaginable. When grandpa’s attorney came and told us he left me everything...my dad just got so mad.” her anger has washed out of her body as she just sits there staring at the rose bushes.  

“We got into a yelling match that night and he hit me. So, I left.” she whispers. 

“Wait, he hit you?” James tries to ask for clarification, tone clearly furious.  

She just nods nonchalantly, like it's as normal as discussing the weather. She rubs at her face, trying to use her sleeve and not her soil covered hands. She moves to grab the marigolds and starts digging in the dirt again.  

She feels his eyes burn into her form and she wishes he wouldn’t do this. Over analyze her like the older brother he is. He’s not her brother, she doesn’t need his judgmental eyes analyzing her every move.  

He sighs before following her motions to plant marigolds on his side of the bed. “Your father sounds foul and you’re clearly better off without him.” 

His statement surprises her, not that she doesn’t agree with him. She just thought he’d try to talk her into reclaiming some lost relationship with her father like others had before. She remembers Erik’s statement about their own father. ‘Our lives, our father.... let’s just leave it at he’s a real monster.’ She wonders if James feels like they can share this common ground between them.  

She gives a soft huff of a laugh, “Thanks… I just- I don’t even know if I want this company. I’m getting a business degree, but I don’t want one. I hate it…”   

James is quiet, mulling over her words. “What do you think your grandfather would tell you?” he prompts softly.  

She laughs, it’s a cold sharp noise, “I know what he would tell me. He wants me to follow my heart… I don’t even know what my heart wants.” she says with a sigh.  

James smiles, “What a very Harold thing to say.” He shakes his head finishing the section of marigolds he’s planted. 

“Yea just like him huh?” She adds with a soft grin of her own.  

“You don’t need to know what you want yet. If you know you don’t want the company, then don’t take it. You have time to figure out your life.” He tells her, in a tone that’s very much leaves little room for discussion. Like he’s an old wise man and not some twenty-something in the dirt with her. What was he? Maybe five years older than her? 

She looks at him like he’s grown two heads, “If I don’t take it my father will flip. It would also go to him, but he wants to keep it in the family. Our legacy. I can’t escape it.”  she adds with a shake of her head.  

She looks at the flowers and wishes life were as easy as a flower growing. It had a purpose. The flower grows, makes food for the bees, the bees pollinate the other plant life, and the circle of life goes on.  

What was her purpose? Did she even have a reason for living? Would she ever find one?  

Not good enough,

    not good enough,

      not good enough, 

                     not good enough.  

                                          Useless daughter,

                     unloved daughter,

                 useless daughter, 

                                                                        unloved daughter.  

N o   o n e   w a n t s   y o u 

“…What if I did it?” James voice cuts through her spiral of anxious noise in her head. She snaps her head to look at him. She feels how tight her body was and unclenches her fists. She blinks in confusion at his offer. 

“Harold talked to me about it all the time. Honestly human work sounds so much easier than what I was doing before.” James shrugs saying it nonchalantly. “You also have let my brothers and I keep our lives here. It’s a way I can give back to you and him. I can take care of your grandfathers’ legacy.” he says looking at her, his gold eyes piercing.  

He’s serious. 

She gives a little scoff, “I’d actually love nothing more than to do that… We’d have to go through a process though and an announcement.” she warns him. She knows this world; she’s been around the Anderson Toy Company since she was a kid. Was James really okay diving into this without a care? 

“We can do that. It doesn’t have to be now. When do they expect you in the office?” He asks. She can see him already doing mental calculations.  

“After I graduate in 2 months…”  she answers quietly.  

“Then we’ll do it before graduation.” he says matter-of-factly, like that was that. End of discussion.  

“What do I do though? I’m just gonna have a business degree I don’t want…” She adds trying to imagine what a life not burdened by her family’s company would look like. It’s unknown. It’s scary.  

It’s exciting. 

“You could-” James gently grabs the last of the marigolds to plant next to hers, ��look at majors at your school that interest you. Get a different degree, something you like.” he suggests. 

“… I did get great scholarships for this degree. I don’t have a big student loan. I only had to take out $10,000.” She hums in thought, more to herself than anything. 

“Don’t worry about the money. Your grandfather left you a lot and I can pay for it. Just find something you think your grandfather would know you’re happy with.” James says, wiping his hands off.  

Her eyebrows raise. “Why would you do that for me?” she asks him.  

Just the other day he was so angry he left the room and couldn’t even look at her. Surely it was more than just Erik talking to him? He was being... so kind. It wasn’t condescending, but genuine. 

He shrugs, “I’m repaying my debts… besides, it’s what Harold would want for you.” he tells her. It’s a peace offering. An apology for how he’s treated her this past month.  

She gives him a real, warm smile, “Thank you James. It means a lot, more than you could know.”  

He just shrugs like it’s not a big deal and stands up, taking his gardening gloves off, “I just know what it’s like to feel trapped.” he tells her with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.  

He walks back inside before she could ask what he meant.  

[rui-drawsbox]

So I tried to write this last night and my entire outline deleted itself, so out of spite I’m making this specific episode even gayer.

no drawings for now rn, I’m gonna draw something tho.

anyways episode four

Arashi is in class, like usual

unlike usual she’s very on edge

She keeps seeing little dolls in her peripheral vision, they’re outside, on the windowsills, watching her, and no one else seems to notice them. (Also they are Minireena from fnaf sized :D )

when class ends she doesn’t stick around for long, she says bye to Mika and then rushes off to get the fuck away from this shit for a little bit

Mika isn’t too upset about being left alone today though cuz he gets to have lunch with Shu (after accidentally telling Arashi that he and Shu were friends Shu agreed to have lunch with him to keep up the appearance of normalcy)

Shu chose somewhere secluded to have lunch tho, so like, sir what??? How does this keep up appearances for anyone?? Idk man, seems like you just want to have lunch with Mika. Too bad Mika hasn’t figured this out yet.

they eat in their club room :):) anyways by they eat I mean Shu eats and Mika picks at his food cuz he can’t really eat

Shu talks about his newer sewing projects and Mika sits there like

Anyways after a little bit Shu notices the bandages on Mika’s hands and asks about them

Mika tells him about the kitty and then Shu demands to see his hands

Mika tells him not to worry about it and Shu rattles off some excuse about how it’s “my responsibility to take care of you” and “the bandages are sloppy and it upsets me”

Shu unwraps the bandages and takes care of the wounds

Mika just watches him and turns a bit pink, don’t worry about it,

fucker looks like this:

Anyways Shu redresses the wounds and the whole scene looks like an old shojo anime tbh

we cut back to Arashi who is eating lunch with Leo and Ritsu

she’s still a bit on edge cuz she’s practically living in a glittery horror movie but her friends are here to calm her down

Leo makes a couple jokes to calm her down “don’t worry, if any dolls show up I’ll deal with em, with these!!!”

“are those drumsticks?”

”yeah :D”

“Aren’t those expensive”

“Yeah D: I’m just joking though, in all seriousness you’ll be fine :) all the dolls so far have been pretty small, and the bigger ones are kind of slow so as long as you’ve got that cool sword you’ll be fine :):)”

anyways they move off the topic and they discuss inviting Tsukasa and Mika to their weekly karaoke

Ritsu is a little against it cuz he’s a bit iffy about including new people in their friend group tradition but Leo is all for it, so Ritsu agrees

after lunch school goes on, Arashi sees more dolls, she’s still a bit on edge but she has track after school so she decides to ignore it

we cut to after her track practice where she and her teammates that have cleaning duty for the day, also it’s raining outside so track is practicing in the gym today

she, Adonis, and Mitsuru have some funny banter, mostly just Mitsuru saying absolutely unhinged shit while the other two vibes with each other

Adonis and Mitsuru go off to put something up and Arashi is left alone for a couple minutes

After a few minutes she hears crashing sounds from where Adonis and Mitsuru went, and then the lights go out

there are golden strings all over the ground leading toward where they went

Arashi drops what she’s doing to go check on them

when she gets there she sees a couple odd things, first of all Adonis and Mitsuru are passed out face down on the ground, next up, there are a lot of small dolls, and third there’s this guy? No doll? No, what the fuck is he?? His face is covered by a veil and he moves unnaturally smoothly.

she tries to speak to him to figure out what’s going on but this guy immediately attacks, by which I mean he sicks the small dolls on her while saying nothing.

she transforms and starts fighting the dolls

shes winning but then this little asshat starts using the actual extent of his powers

Adonis and Mitsuru rise from the ground, propelled by strings to attack their friend. They are completely unaware of their actions and their eyes look hollow and devoid of life, the look like dolls.

Arashi struggles to fight them because she doesn’t want to hurt her friends.

So she’s losing, badly, the guy with the strings on his hands starts approaching her and she is straight up freaking out

he gets really close to her and actually starts trying to grab her sword

just as he’s almost pried her fingers off of it another knight rushes in and immediately cuts the strings tethering Adonis and Mitsuru to the puppet guy, he also gets the guy away from Arashi

He fights off the guy but every time arashi tries to help he brushes her off and forces her back

after the fight is over this other knight doesn’t stick around and he tries to chase the puppet guy down

Arashi is left to clean up the mess he left behind because her two friends are passed out and the gym looks like a disaster zone

episode 4! like 4 months later lol

anyways i love when girls r on the edge of a panic attack for some supernatural shit, shes just like me frfr

and Mika looking a Shu like he's the best guy in the world, he's so delulu i love it

edit i did with mouse in sai

also Leo being a real one, always ready to fight supernatural creepy mannequins for his bestie <33

+ track and field club being literally this meme

also Arashi is so pro for not hurting them during the fight??? like, i would hit them at least once for reflex. She's such a girlboss (lets ignore she was losing, shes winning in my heart)

and now who could be this mysterious knight?? my bet is on Izumi for no reason really, just a gut feeling tbh (gotta re-read the next outline)

now do ya think the broken dolls just become dust after a while or they just. stay there? bc shu's powers and all, like he just uses spare materials and puts magic on them to make them minions? i think i said this before? either way sounds like a pain to clean after the battle lol

and yeah that's kind of all i got to say lol, i really enjoyed reading this and the other outlines! is just i dont have a lot to add when theyre already this good, writing this took me a whole day cuz i didnt knew what to say lmao

[sunlightandsuffering]

Free space to tell us your recent brainrottings about Size Queen Mikasa:

Ooooh my dear sweet anon bless u for giving me this space 😈😈Firstly, it will be named 'Need To Know' bc that doja song is my fucking ANTHEM!!! SUCH A BANGER! That song got me through the smut of bite me 😂😂 and I think it's a VERY apt name for size queen AU, 'baby i need to know??' PERFECT!! but I was writing this and I was like omg maybe I'll give her overdramatic trauma for why she doesn't want Eren lol. BUT ALSO this is cheesy and cliche and very unrefined lol, I just wrote it for the memes!!

"So," Sasha murmurs nervously, "Historia's best friend is hot huh?" Mikasa feigns innocence, maintaining her ignorance, "You mean Ymir, yeah I guess, but they're lesbians you know, not just friends. Get with it Sasha." Sasha smacks her on the arm with her pencil case, "Not Ymir idiot, I'm talking about Eren." "He's fine I guess," Mikasa lies through he teeth, because no he's not fine, and she's not fine, he's otherworldly handsome and he keeps touching her and she can't NOT think about him. Especially when he keeps cropping up everywhere she fucking goes, she can't escape him. "There's something wrong with you," Sasha tells her, as she doodles some stray bear on the edge of her textbook, "He's beautiful." Mikasa says nothing, pretending to be engrossed in her textbook. "And you know what else, I heard he's absolutely fucking packing from Hisu herself."

"He has equipment," Sasha tells her, a wide smile stretching across her face at her own awful joke. "Please stop."

"I can't, aren't you curious Mika? I'd love to know just how much he's packing, the stuff of porn, what is the truth!" Mikasa presses her lips together in an attempt to restrain herself from spilling her guts because she is prim and proper, she's not like Sasha. She's Mikasa, she prefers men with average sized equipment as Sasha so eloquently put it, likes sex mediocre and average, nothing too scary, nothing too life-changing. Likes her life nice and mundane, wants to find a nice average boyfriend, because average men don't leave, average men won't fuck her over like she's seen so many boys before do to her friends. An average man will make a nice, sweet, cookie cutter husband and that's exactly what she needs. A cookie-cutter husband for her cookie cutter life, perfectly average and mundane, no divorce like her parents, no cheating like what happened to her uncle, none of that, just blissful mediocrity.

"I need to know," Sasha asserts confidently and Mikasa struggles to keep quiet. "C'mon Mik aren't you curious, you think he's girthy." He is, she knows he's girthy, because there's no way he isn't, he's thick everywhere else, why wouldn't his dick be thick too? Her brain supplies her an image, unbidden of the corded muscles of his arms, how he'd caught her from falling down the stairs earlier, how much wider he is than her, towering over her much smaller form, how sleight she feels in comparison.

She shivers and Sasha catches her, whooping in delight, "I knew you were into it!" "I'm not! I like regular dicks Sasha, not big ones!"

"Sure," Sasha goads and Mikasa explodes, more at herself than Sasha if she's being real, because who is she really trying to convince.

"I do NOT like Eren Yeager or his monstrously-sized dick!"

It is at that very moment that she feels a large hand on her shoulder and a looming presence at her back and before she can turn to look, feel the deep baritone of his voice roll over her, she knows exactly who it is. "Too bad," he rumbles at her back as he takes the seat next to her, "I'm sure him and his monster sized dick like you."

She wants to die.

[shotos-angelic-whore]

Emotional Baggage • K. Bakugo x OC

cw: swearing, mentions of sh and rape. I think that’s it

Note: I’m practicing my writing. Trying to improve it before continuing my main stories. Ignore the villain name. It’s really bad.

Katsuki Bakugo refused to like anyone. But somehow found himself falling for her.

“Dude,” Kirishima waves his hand in front of his best friend’s face. “You’re staring at Kanashii again. Are you sure you’re not in love with her or something?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Shitty Hair: I’m not in love with her,” he grumbles, looking away from a reading Mika Kanashii.

“Sure,” the artificial red-head rolls his eyes with sarcasm. “So you just stare at her for no reason, OK,” he chuckles.

Bakugo ignores him, watching as Ashido approaches the reading girl, whispering something in her ear.

He has no clue as to what she whispered, but whatever she did made Kanashii’s head snap up and look at the pink girl with a concerned look on her face. “Are you . . . serious?” Kanashii stutters, placing her bookmark in its respective spot and closing her book. Ashido nods sadly.

Kanashii stands up, heading to the girls’ dormitory.

“What do you think that was about?” Bakugo asks Kirishima.

“I don’t know, man. You’re the one watching the situation,” Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head. Bakugo gets up from his seat, following in the girl’s direction. Kirishima follows suit. “Where are you going?” He questions as he walks behind the ash blond

“I’m going to see if Kanashii is OK. Don’t follow me,” he clarifies, stepping into the elevator and flipping off Kirishima as the doors close.

Once he reaches the desired floor, he exits the elevator, making his way to her dorm room. Taking in a breath, he knocks softly; an odd gesture for someone who screams 24/7.

“Who is it?” Kanashii stutters from the inside.

“It’s Bakugo,” he says.

Shuffling is heard from the other side of the door before it slowly opens to reveal a red and puffy eyed Kanashii. “Can I help you?” she sniffles, peaking her head through the crack in the door.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re all right,” he says softly.

“I’m sorry—but—why?” she questions kindly, scratching her right eye.

“I saw the way you reacted to Ashido telling you something, and I got concerned. I can see now that you want to be left alone, so I’ll leave you be,” he nods, turning around and starting to make his way back to the elevator.

“Wait,” she says, her voice barely audible; but he still stops, looking over his shoulder with a hum. “I actually would appreciate some company. I don’t exactly trust myself at the moment,” she says, opening her door and welcoming him in her room. He enters the room, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. “You can sit down, y’know,” she says, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot across from her.

He hesitates, but sits down across from her nonetheless. “Why don’t you trust yourself?” he questions.

Kanashii’s face goes pale, “Did I say that?”

“Yeah, you did.” Bakugo nods.

“I didn’t mean to. I, uh-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Bakugo cuts her off.

Her head snaps up to look at him. She sighs, “I have a history of … self harm,” she says softly, looking down at her fumbling fingers. She felt ashamed, as if admitting such a thing would earn her a scolding.

His heart skips a beat—not in the good way. It’s in that moment that he realizes, he doesn’t actually know the real Kanashii; he knows who she wants the class to know. The face she puts up.

“I’m clean though. I haven’t done anything since I was accepted into UA. So I’m two years clean.” she says, avoiding eye contact. When he doesn’t say anything, she starts to panic. “Please don’t tell anyone what I just told you! No one but Mina knows! I’ve done such a good job at leaving my past behind me—but now that my father has found my mom and I after her running since the moment I was born, we’re going to have to move. Which I am not looking forward to because I have a life here.

“All my friends and memories are here, and if we move I have to drop all of you guys; like you never existed to me, for your own safety. The only person who knows any of this is Mina, because she’s my best friend and we’ve known each other since we got our quirks. And I’m putting you in danger by telling you this, so you should just forget everything I just said and leave!” she finally finishes what she was saying, realizing at the end that she just trauma dumped on the meanest guy in their class. Her left covers her mouth as her right waves in face for him to leave.

“Oi! I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re not gunna hurt yourself, and you’re calmed down.” he grabs that hand that was in his face. “Calm down, Kanashii,” he says softly.

She lets out body wracking sob. He quickly—without thinking—pulls her into his lap where she’s straddling him. He wraps his arms around her waist, her doing the same to him. She burrows her face in his neck, quieting her sobs.

“It’s OK,” he mumbles, running his fingers through her hair.

He had no idea why he was sitting here with her in his lap, comforting her as she cries. He didn’t understand why his body responded the way it did; pulling her into him like it was second nature.

Maybe it was his inner child that was never comforted when he needed it most. Maybe it was the feelings he had for her deep within himself, which he refused to accept. Maybe both.

He sat there, holding Kanashii as she bawled her eyes out, running his hands through her brunette hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

He felt almost normal. Like he could do this everyday for the rest of his life. Like he suddenly thought being in a relationship wouldn’t be so bad.

__

About twenty minutes pass, and she’s finally calmed down. She scoots out of his lap and back into her former spot across from him.

“I’m sorry about that,” —she sniffles— “I didn’t mean to trauma dump on you.”

“No, you’re fine,” says Bakugo, fighting the urge to push that damned stray hair behind her ear.

“How?! I just put your life in danger!” she exclaims.

“Who even is your father? How am I in danger?” he questions.

She mumbles something. “Huh?”

“Dodger Maniac,” she repeats herself, louder this time.

“Dodger Maniac is your father?” He questions in disbelief.

How the fuck can the most wanted villain in the world be her fucking father. He thinks to himself.

“Yea. That’s what I said.” she shrugs, wiping her nose with her sleeve and pushing that hair behind her ear.

“He’s the most wanted Villain; more than everyone in the League! How the fuck is he your father?!” he whisper exclaims.

“He just is.” she sniffles and shrugs, wiping her eyes with her hoodie sleeves.

“He’s been wanted since before our time! Was your mother aware she was fucking a Villain?!”

“She was aware, but-”

“Why would she willingly fuck a Villain?! That’s insane-”

“It wasn’t willingly!” Kanashii exclaims, cutting him off mid sentence.

Bakugo goes silent with not a single clue as to what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to say that.

“I’m the result of rape,” she says regretfully; as if it’s her own fault she was created that way. “My mother doesn’t believe in abortion, no matter the circumstances. And my grandparents blamed my mother for her assault, and forced her to keep me as punishment.

“She ran away with me the moment she found out she was raped because he wanted to get her pregnant, he wanted to get his quirk passed on.”

“But you don’t have his quirk?” Bakugo says, the statement sounding more like a question.

“I’m like Todoroki. I have half my father’s quirk, and half my mother’s. My hair is naturally half brunette and half ginger, but I dye the ginger half to match the brunette so I can hide that side of me.” She explains.

“So that’s why you only use half of your body during battles and training!” He realizes.

“Yeah…” she nods slowly. “Look, Bakugo, I’m sorry that I just trauma dumped on you and-“ the knock on the door interrupts her. “One second,” she gets up and answers the door. “Oh, hey, Mina.”

“Hey, can I come in?”

“I’m kinda busy…” Kanashii says.

“With what? And why is blasty in your room?” Ashido gestures towards Bakugo with a confused face.

“He was concerned about me when I stormed off to my room,” Kanashii explains. “And I sorta—kinda—trauma dumped…”

“GIRL NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” Ashido exclaims. “You put him in serious danger by doing that.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Kanashii exclaims in return, throwing her arms around.

“Oi! You two seriously think I can’t protect myself? I’m gonna be the number one hero! I’m gonna be better than All Might was in his prime. You seriously think I can’t beat some stupid Villain?”

“Get off the high horse, Bakugo. We all know Midoriya is gonna be number one. You’ll be number two at best.” Ashido says.

“Fuck you, pink face!” Bakugo starts to storm out of the room.

“Bakugo!” Kanashii grabs his bicep. “You can’t tell anyone about our conversation tonight. Not even Kirishima.” She says.

“It’s OK. You can trust me with your secret, Kanashii.” He says with a soft smile, causing butterflies to flutter in Kanashii’s tummy. “Trust me.”

“Yeah. OK.” She releases her grip on his bicep with a nod, internally freaking out over how toned it is.

——

NOTE: omg another new story I know. I don’t know if I’m gonna keep this one going. Let me know if I should!

-colie

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Epilogue 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Eichi, Natsume

Translator: Mika Enstars

"HeY, Sakasaki Natsume. Your eyes are open properLY, rigHT?"

Season: Winter

Location: OO Stage (fine-O)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Eichi: History repeats itself.

The first time it is a tragedy, the second time it is a comedy.

No matter how serious the content is, if the same thing is demonstrated, it will become apathetic.

Continue the same thing many times over, and there will be a dry laugh.

Sakasaki-kun, you might not intend it, but we really are similar.

Although you may see me now as an immeasurably huge, abominable monster, now.

But, at that time, my young self saw you all—the Five Eccentrics, as the very same thing.

A mighty foe that would crush me if I were to get too close.

Because I was frightened and intimidated to desperation, I grew thorns, and attacked you excessively.

I tried crushing you using more violence and malice than was necessary.

In doing so, I destroyed even what I should have loved and cherished.

It feels it should be a mistake how we’re even able to get together again and laugh with each other like this.

We had parted ways so fatally.

You and I are alike.

However, I do not want you to make the same mistakes I did. I know it sounds hypocritical, but I mean that with sincerity.

I had envied you all.

I wanted to become like you all.

Despite this, I had gained something just as precious as you had before I knew it.

And I let it go, without having ever realized it.

I’ve always regretted it.

How is it? Is this farce of mine funny?

Just look around me. This is all that I let fall. They were such a bright and dazzling pure white, but I didn’t see them at all.

Hiyori-kun, Nagisa-kun.

Tsumugi.

And everyone from fine, who resonated with and spread their wings together with me.

Because I was flying out in the lead, and couldn’t see anything when I looked down, I allowed them to keep getting lost.

And so in order to reach our destination, an idol-like stage where we can laugh together—so many detours had to be made.

I want you to learn from my foolishness, Sakasaki-kun.

Don’t make the same mistakes that I did. You’re a proper idol—You should create a shining stage that brings about happy laughter, not one of ridicule.

Beside you is the bluebird that I released back then.

You mustn’t ever let it go.

Get along as best as possible, and live happily ever after together.

For eternity, like a fairy tale.

Only then will you have finally rise victorious over me.

And I wouldn’t regret it too much, either.

Eichi: Right now, I have the most magnificent, most beautiful bird in the world by my side.

That happy youth, that bluebird, will never be mine again.

I mourn that fact.

I mourn it deeper and heavier than the final stage of the war.

And I’ll mourn it for the rest of my life.

That will be my punishment.

There’s no need for you to dirty your own hands, boy.

"♪~♪~♪"

Location: OO Stage (Altered)

Natsume: Tenshouin Eichi, -senpai… He’s looking at me distastefulLY.

He’s like a smug parent entrusting their own dreams into their child’s hanDS.

You’re not my parenT, not a brothER, and definitely nothing like famiLY.

The first such precious friends I found outside of my famiLY… Were those that you mercilessly trampled to deaTH.

That’s why I lived my life hating yOU.

BuT, I couldn’t see the reality behind iT.

To pity and feel bad for my niisans, was like making a fool of them without understanding thEM.

HeY, Sakasaki Natsume. Your eyes are open properLY, rigHT?

I’m not sure if you’re seeing anythiNG.

Rei-niisan.

Shu-niisan, Kanata-niisan, Wataru-niisan.

I was the one who couldn’t see my beloved Five Eccentrics more than anyone elSE.

But, right now I can see my niisans clearLY.

And they’re shining so brightLY, like the sUN.

Natsume: I had immersed myself up to my head in ignorant darkneSS. I might’ve been the only one who thought such thinGS.

I was just covering my eyES. I had been dreaming this entire tiME, looking away from this realiTY.

BuT, I’m awake nOW…

This tiME, I’ll open my eyes and face this realitY.

Life is a performaNCE.

And right nOW, I’m standing on the stage of oNE.

If I dance with my eyes closED, it’ll be dangeroUS, you knOW.

“♪~♪~♪”

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[chess-writes]

Vampire Date

RitsuMika

💜 Summary: Ritsu feels exhausted after idol work ran late. As he waits for his lover to come save him, he feels a bit hungry.

💜 Warnings: blood drinking, brief descriptions of gore, possibly ooc, Mika is called "wife" once bc i think it's funny, Ritsu is called a damsel in distress as well, it sounds a little sus at some points but it's fully SFW.

💜 Note: this was also written at like. midnight. and not really proofread so 😋 MikaRitsu cute though.

Mika wasn't unused to Ritsu calling him at random times of the day for any reason he saw fit.

Oh no, he's simply SO tired, he can't even fathom standing up from his resting place, so surely his lovely Mikarin will come carry him back to their dorm?

He's trying to fall asleep but the room feels so cold and empty without his darling Mikarin there... could you please come back so he can rest easily? And perhaps even get some cuddles?

Oh, Mikarin, you're dearest Ritsu is freezing, could you perhaps take a break from school and come get him a blanket, maybe even something warm to drink? And naturally Mika wouldn't be leaving without giving him some cuddles.

Mika was always happy to drop (almost) whatever he was doing to go assist his boyfriend, and he always knew it was appreciated by the other. Plus, how could anyone say no when Ritsu was offering kisses as payment?

This is what lead to this situation. Ritsu had been out late for idol work, and by the time he could finally leave, it was nearly dark.

Although Ritsu and his brother both got more energy at night, Ritsu was chronically sleepy. So, after deciding he was far too tired to walk home, he called his future wife.

Mika was quick to throw on some shoes and head to his damsel in distress.

Ritsu had found a quiet and secluded pavilion that had been abandoned due to the setting sun to rest in. He waited (not so) patiently for his sweetheart to show up.

His thoughts drifted as he waited. He liked how quiet it was here. There were trees and flowers that surrounded the pavilion, leaving it accessible from the front and no where else.

It had a bench that was far from comfortable to lay or sleep on, but big enough for two, maybe three, people to sit on.

It was quiet. The moon was rising a bit. Ritsu felt a familiar craving settle in, one he was usually able to avoid or ignore.

But he was in such a pretty place, at night, with no one to see, and his sweet, sweet Mikarin would be here soon....

He had drank Mika's blood once before. Ritsu had been in a bad mood, and his family illness was flaring, and Mika had asked if there was any way to help.

Mika was a bit caught off guard when Ritsu asked to drink his blood, but Ritsu didn't need to ask twice.

Although nothing went horribly wrong, Mika had gotten light headed and Ritsu was sure to clean the wound, the event simply hadn't occurred again since. There wasn't really any reason. Ritsu had liked (loved) the taste, and Mika was always happy to be close in any way with his boyfriend.

Ritsu felt his mouth water as he recalled the taste, and he felt his heart flutter recalling how cute his darling Mikarin was while holding him close.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as footsteps approached.

"Mikarin......" he called out from the bench, slowly sitting up.

"Ritsu-kun!" Mika happily greeted him, stepping into the pavilion.

Ritsu smiled, rubbing his eyes as Mika ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Ready tah go home, darlin'?" Mika grinned down at him, his smile a bit lopsided.

Ritsu tugged on his sleeve slightly and pat the spot next to him. "Sit please,"

Mika did so, a bit confused. "Mikarin... I know it's late... and i called you all the way out here..." he twisted and moved to he was sitting on Mika's lap, straddling his hips and hugging his chest, and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Can I ask one more thing of you?"

Mika was happy to wrap his own arms around Ritsu's waist, looking at the side of his head. "Always!"

Ritsu leaned to whisper in his ear. "I'm sooo hungry, Mikarin. And I miss tasting your blood.. can I have a taste? Pretty please?"

"But if I get lightheaded, I might not be able tah carry ya home...?"

"I'll have lots of energy after. Hehe... I can be the knight and carry my prince home."

That convinced Mika. He tilted his head away from Ritsu, and Ritsu was quick to kiss his neck before biting.

He whimpered a bit from the pain, but sat still as he drank. He hugged Ritsu close as he drank, smiling as the vampire hummed happily while sucking at his blood.

Blood dripped down Mika's neck and collarbones and Ritsu's chin, soaking into the collars of their shirts.

Ritsu felt his mind fog with joy as he drank, his senses filled with nothing but Mika. He tasted just as good as the first time he drank from him.

"Mm... Ritsu-kun.... 'm gettin' a lil' dizzy..." Mika slurred a bit, easily more than a little dizzy.

Ritsu swallowed the blood in his mouth and kissed the bite mark, licking some of the blood that had dripped. He pressed his lips to the wound and waited for the blood to stop before kissing Mika's jaw, leaving a "lipstick" kiss mark.

He climbed off of Mika, who had a lopsided smile and closed eyes.

"You're so strong, Mikarin.. and so good to me..~" Ritsu cooed as he scooped him up princess style, giggling as Mika curled into him as much as he could.

He turned and left the pavilion, excited to get back to the dorms. He was excited to care for his Mikarin and cuddle up with him for the night.

What a lovely night it had been. Perhaps he should work late more often...

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly