#im glad i finally answered this ask!

[youaremysunshine-court]

please elaborate I'm so curious about this

Wow this is so late! I've been looking at this ask for weeks and wanting to reply, but I finally have the time now!

(apologies in advance if you dont know anything about bnha) (but thanks for this opportunity bc idk if ill ever write the fic)

so, way back in the day, endeavour is running around as a starter hero, and one day while hes stomping about, he runs into a civilian. instead of stuttering or shying away, she stands up to her full height of 5 foot nothing, puts her hands on her hips and yells him into apologising to her.

endeavour is, of course, immediately enamored. he lurks around her workplace when hes off duty, and nearly messes up an operation because she passes by and waves at him in the middle.

so of course hes crushed when he asks her out and she turns him down immediately. deciding to try the 'good guy' route, he backs off completely, only for her to march up to him a few weeks later and yell at him for not pursuing her.

so he takes her out for coffee, and they soon have standing dates that are only interrupted by the most urgent of hero business. but endeavours rank is increasing, and the strict morals of the country stop him from running around with a woman hes not married to.

its around this time he gets the idea into his head that he needs to make the greatest hero ever. but this lady (who hes pretty sure is the love of his life) doesnt have a complementary quirk to his. after all, how is the ability to self moisturise going to help his potential hero offspring.

of course, he doesnt tell her any of this because he doesnt exactly need the world to see him beaten into the ground by a civilian, but he does start to search more aggresively for a more suitable bride.

he finds a lady with the ability to produce ice at will, and starts the marriage negotiations with her family. he doesnt like her much, but of course, no one will ever match his personality the way mitsuki does.

he tries to break things off with her as gently as possible, but she sees right through him, which is unfortunate, and also why he bears a steak-knife-shaped scar on his right hand. she storms out of the restaurant in the way that means shes holding back tears, and endeavour has never felt more like a piece of shit.

not enough to call his marriage to rei off though. they get married, and endeavour gets increasingly frustrated when each attempt at the perfect hero comes out worse than the last. when shouto is finally born, endeavour near runs to the closest temple to take a vow of celibacy - if he never has to sleep with rei again it will be too soon.

he sees mitsuki once soon after shoutos birth; a drunken mistake that she assures him they will not repeat. shes engaged to a nice man, she tells him, following along the lines of the flames above his face, a little boring but kind to her. endeavour thinks shes going to have a duller life than him, and hes bored to tears.

16 years later, he's stomping through the grounds at UA, watching his 16 year old son get his ass beat at the sports festival by a little blond goblin whos kicking and screaming and biting, and endeavour has never felt so much anger in his life.

it only gets worse when he goes up to aizawa after to inquire about the brats origins, only to have aizawa quirk a smile at him and say, half sardonically, 'i thought you would recognise bakugo mitsuki's' son.

thats when the seed of suspicion is planted. it's when shouto starts questioning the origin of quirks, that endeavour decides to pull mitsukis files and figure out what a her quirk really is. because how could ms vaseline produce wannabe hero dynamight.

he kicks himself when he sees the uses of glycerine in the industry. even if they hadnt had a child who could shoot ice from his fingertips, combined, their kid would have been the most powerful fire quirk user alive. then, curious, he pulls masarus files.

its then that he really begins to suspect mitsukis been lying to the world for 16 years. sure, its not unbelievable that the blond brat could have got his quirk from masaru and mitsuki, but it does sseem more likely that he can produce fire on will because of a relation to endeavour.

he doesnt confront mitsuki about it; what good would it do. he doesnt say anything to anyone else either, just kicks himself repeatedly for not keeping the one good thing in his life when he had it.

and thats what i have so far in the way of conspiracy theories about bakugous birth.

TLDR: bakugou is secretly mitsukis and endeavours kid but no one but mitsuki knows

thanks for letting me rant about this massive hc i have that has altered how i look at the bnha verse!! hope you enjoyed ♡

[scribz-ag24]

okay but you know how dusknoir the species get signals to bring the dead to the underworld

imagine being around grovyle and feeling that all the time

This is such a great idea, Grovyle's time has come but Dusknoir does NOT want to take his soul, yet dusknoirs lose their will when they receive orders...

[rynpie]

Hello ☺️🌺

Just wanted to say that the way you draw lilia is so so good, my heart races. The way you draw him so…broad shouldered?? If that’s the right terms?? Has me fanning myself. I love all the art thank you for drawing them

sorry i saw this earlier but i was so happy i wanted to draw you something nice.....unfortunately ive had artblock lately so please accept this lilia wip instead

Honestly I didn't think anyone would notice I like to draw him with broader shoulders😳💖💖💖!!thank you really!!!!

I personally dislike how squished his sprites usually look.... at first I thought it was because he was withering away but even general lilia looks a little smooshed. I have a new hc now tho, what if he just had too many hugs while growing up

[deus-ex-mona]

nanarumi sesesena photobook ily

[crystallizsch]

I FORGOT TO SAY IN MY LAST ASK IM SORRY but I think your ocs are very cool 🤸‍♀️ I was scared to send that last one tho omgjskfnsnmd I haven't interected with anything on here at all yet but you were so nice???? I have now gained the courage to Start Doing Things, I thank you kindly 💃💃💃

AAAH YES YES I'M CHEERING FOR YOU JUST

✨✨Start Doing Things ✨✨

whatever you start doing I hope you find joy in it!! 😤✨ It makes me happy to hear that i gave you that little push 😭

ALSO thank you so much I'm so glad you like my little sillies as well 😭💕😭💕

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @chauceryfairytales!

Rules: post the last line of your WIP! Then tag some others to play!

From The Secret Portal, Part Two:

She just stood and waited for the computer to finish its analysis.

Bum bum bum

This was more dramatic with the context lol

Softly tagging: @gracehosborn @isabellebissonrouthier @theelfauthor @ohnomybreadsticks @mysterysim0 @thepeculiarbird @buffythevampirelover @annetilney or anyone else who would like to play!!

[autobots-in-training]

Holy shit, are arcee's creators decepticons!??!?!

First Aid- Huh???

Springer- Hey Aid, what's wrong?

First Aid- Its a weird ask. Accusing Arcee of being a decepticon.

Springer- Her creators are decepticons? How would that word? Pretty sure she wouldn't have gone with Windblade and Chromia back then if she were a Con.

First Aid- This is a really mean accusation. Arcee isn't a con. She's our best friend. Any asks about this will be deleted and blocked!

[yukikorogashi]

“   you’re not alone,  not anymore .   ” (shhh pretend i'm on my RE blog but from donna and angie!)

Found Family Prompts

THE NEXT FEW DAYS would certainly be harder on the child, despite her attempts to act as if nothing had truly changed. Especially while she stayed over at the DOLL MAKER'S HOME, while the IRON LORD tended to some important matters on his very own, on this day.

She knew she wasn't doing a very good job, either way. Knowing that she was quieter than she already was. Like a LITTLE RABBIT, whom had taken so much to come out of that little hide-y hole of hers-- so had she chosen to retreat deeply back in there. Having only allowed herself to break down into those UGLY TEARS and BROKEN WAILS, when he had knelt himself down to offer her that embrace. That one brief moment when she would be allowed to actually feel safe... As she could do nothing more but mourn over losing one of the very reasons she was even... staying as brave as she did then.

Still, when the sis had decided that they would be baking that day, there was no denying that the idea would quickly bring some long-forgotten delight back onto the young one's face and into her very heart. With the sis by this point even knowing that it was one of her most favourite things to do here. To do with her. For the discovery of that very book had since led to all sorts of fun baking sessions with the dollmaker. As they got to bake all sorts of wonderful goodies together! Ones that she even got happily got to take back home-- take back to the factory, for the Karl bro to enjoy...

The sound of that quiet voice would always catch her off guard, especially since it wasn't often that she would even get to hear it. And especially when it came at times when she would least expect it. With the little bride doll often speaking for her, Itsuki would eventually realise that she didn't mind that fact at all.

Especially when the little sis would be the one to bring some much needed LIFE within this very household, when it was so direly needed. And while the Angie sis had left Itsuki a little speechless and wide eyed. There were other times when she would find herself... smiling, if not laughing. Something to which she never expected to ever do again, upon arriving here.

You're not alone, not anymore.

Sniffling back a few tears, swollen eyes didn't hurt as much as they use to. Seeing as she had shed more than enough, by this point. And while she hadn't necessarily counted the days that had passed since that tragic discovery. More tears were already threatening to flood her eyes, as she swallowed down the last bit of the warm, gooey cookie that she had been enjoying.

As trembling lips clamped themselves tightly together into a straight, pale, quivering line-- whilst she gave another swallow. This time, not to ingest the yummy cookie, but the lump that grew increasingly stubborn within her very throat.

That certainly was the truth, one that she perhaps been a little afraid to believe in, at first. Especially when her arrival here had seemingly promised nothing more than NIGHTMARES. Why, it had even taken Itsuki some time to truly accept the KINDNESS to which the bro and sis would offer to her. Understandably wary at the offered hands, especially after what she had experienced prior-- back at Dimitrescu's Castle itself...

"T-Thank you..." The first attempt would come out muffled, and she was most certainly embarrassed then. Trying to hold back a few whimpers, that were threatening to escape-- even past clenched teeth then. "... thank you..." Itsuki wished that there was more that she could have said right then, but hoped they would both understand just how GRATEFUL she was. That for all the terrors she'd faced. For all the cruelties that have befallen upon her since her arrival here... there was still a SAFE PLACE here, despite it all.

@trvehearted / @villageoflords / @lloronala ❤️💕

[toxooz]

me watching a mf explain to me that me being able to grow thickass black chin and neck hair better than most high school boys is just ‘’’unlucky genetics’’’ and its only more visible bc i have brown hair since apparently im just the direct descendant of the fucking bearded lady 

[intertexts-moving]

🎟🎟🎟 giving u a free ticket to talk 2 me about p5 bc thats a thing i always see in passing from mutuals but i know 0 things about

HIII MAC. OUAGH. I LOVE U FOREVER FOR THIS.... ok. 2 be clear i'm maybe three hours into p5. ive heard this game has like, around 200 hours of gameplay. i am like. two days into the plot. THAT BEING SAID... it is good so far !!!!!!!!!visually its an extremely gorgeous blend of anime flavored animated cutscenes that transition smoothly into gameplay + interesting & fun graphics so far. (the menu screens in particular r like. notably awesome looking imo.) there's this concept in game studies of player agency-- the feeling that you're really an active participant in the story, despite the objective reality that it's all pre-programmed & youre Not. & so far p5 is doing this really well!!!! it really has the feel of like... being a Story that you're a Part Of, or like, being In a Genre Show, in a neat way. p5 is for kids who wanted to live in or explore or tell the characters what to do in an anime world i think.

+ also. the story is SO compelling so far... it starts w this awesome hook, this like, ridiculous suspenseful heist getaway chase & then abruptly transitions to a year in the past (leadup 2 whatever circumstances were played through in the very beginning) & the change is like... the WILDEST shift imaginable. it's SO compelling to me it's very easy 2 see how the protag Becomes the person u see in the opening. but u have no idea How that happens & i want to find out so bad..

anyway. good game i foresee myself going bonkers fucking yonkers for it even further in the near future!!!!!!!!!!

[monmuses]

It has been awhile since our last visit! How are you doing? Anything fun going on? Also here’s a daily reminder that you are very valued and your presence is always a pleasure to have around. 🐱

UNPROMPTED ASKS - Always Accepting!

// *hey! its been a while! and thank u very much! i really do appreciate it ;;

// *things have changed. ive,,, sort of gotten a little better. emotionally speaking, i can handle things better and without the stress of being a people pleaser. ive nearly lost that mindset and ive gotten better with my partners.

// *im doing better compared to earlier this year so i think ive handled shit a lot better than i thought i would.

[nocturnal-birb]

SCREAMING BC I'M THE 10th ONE WE ARE LITERALLY JUST THE WORST SINNERS LOVE YOU LMAOOOO

HELP? LSJSJFKSD FUCKING CRYING AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT GHESTIE

LOVE YOU TOO YOU FILTHY SINNER <3

[cenvast]

okay so not actually a question but moreso an unserious silly comment BUT. im actually like a little fan of your fics on ao3 and only on your most recent one i noticed you linked your tumblr and i was REALLY surprised bc i knew you on here😭 not personally ofc but i recognized you from both sites and didnt know you were the same person lol. thought it was funny

wait this is so funny LOL, i'm guessing you're coming from my dunmeshi fics and then maybe you know me from my dunmeshi metas on tumblr? i'm definitely more unhinged on ao3 than i am on tumblr, so that's very understandable that you were surprised. i have two wolves within me: one is writing societal analysis of dunmeshi and the other is, well, you've seen my ao3

also tyyy for reading my stuff!! i'm glad you're enjoying the fics <3

[dernarrleid]

⸻ TELEGRAM FROM @malefikant READS ‘ I know you think you're pretty clever with this plan to drink me under the table , but there's two problems ... you're not , .. & you can't . ’ (for Wolfgang)

A Russian and German walk into a bar; the German sits down, carrying the weight of the day's woes on his back knowing there isn't much time between then and his next excursion. His duffel bag, dusty and tattered toward the bottom from being dragged across more than a few concrete havens was overflowing with photocopies of journals from the local bookstore. He calls himself a freelance journalist half the time, since some of the job doesn't require him to lie completely to himself. The information gathering aspect is always nostalgic; the feeling ramps up when in a situation where the number of resources nearly outclass him as a human being. Of course technology provides an assist, but it's never the kind of accuracy Wolfgang needs, now is it?

Wolfgang taps the counter, sighing a request for two glasses of water and smooth scotch. He'd give anything for a nice wine and cheese pairing, a bed perhaps and a few recreational items that may ease the tension of laying awake knowing the moment he closes his eyes the nightmares will rope him in. It always happened when his body is a touch too overworked, the heaviness in his eyes hurts by then and the spiral doesn't stop until he hears a knock on the door or a barrage of noise from the young once school is out. The bartender slides the three glasses down the table— and Wolfgang catches them with ease despite every joint in his body fighting against it. At the third gulp of his second glass, the water sitting in his gut and his throat quenched enough to speak properly, he turns to the man beside him. Their build is the same, which... isn't strange but he's never met one that so obviously looks like his work doesn't lend to the normal working class.

Wolfgang had his fair share of private businesses, maintaining identities for the sake of other identities, it gets monotonous. Not necessarily dull; the primary skill that made him exceptional was the absolute, unwavering acceptance of the mundane. If a spy was bored he'd find something else to occupy his time which meant certain death if one reverted back to a quirk or habit at the wrong time. No, it was safer to pretend your past self didn't exist at all. Perhaps that carries over every life he tries to live. The old him didn't touch alcohol if not for the purpose of gaining trust and weakening the enemy; the current doesn't mind sharing a drink or two. Freelance work is never done, as they say.

[...]"I've been wrong before, of course. But you don't look like the kind of guy who'd indulge that much to have developed the tolerance... Unless it's the Russian in you?" Wolfgang's smiles wide in a gesture of good faith. He hopes the man isn't crazy enough to follow through. However in the event he is— "Now what kind of plan would that be? S'far as I'm concerned I see you and I, arm to arm with bottle of scotch and no where to be!" He looks from toe to forehead at his form, admiring how well put he seemed in comparison. The urge to chide himself bubbles at the realization he's done it so openly without even noting the man's name.

[tender-rosiey]

Hi. This is my first time writing arequest so i dont really know what im doing but i love your husband sukuna series and i wanna ask for a husband sukuna with a shy baby daughter bc your sukuna is 🤌

reluctance — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: so glad you like my husband!sukuna works <33 hope this one is to your liking as well MWUAH 🫶

“come on, d/n,” you coax gently.

your daughter, barely two years old, shakes her head from behind your legs, her tiny hands clutching the fabric of your kimono as she hides from the imposing figure of her father.

sukuna stands at the doorway, his arms crossed, his usual stern expression in place.

“she’s still hiding?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, his deep voice filling the room, though it isn’t harsh.

you kneel, gently petting your daughter’s head, “she’s shy. you know how she gets when you’re around.”

sukuna exhales slowly. he observes your daughter quietly. wide-eyed but cautious, her tiny fingers tightening their grip on you. your daughter was notably quite soft.

it didn’t help that her father, sukuna, didn’t exactly have the most inviting presence.

“come here,” he says, his tone gruff, holding out a hand.

the little girl hesitates, her bottom lip trembling slightly. you place a reassuring hand on her back and whisper softly, “it’s okay” you smile, “that’s your dad; he won’t hurt you.”

at your words, sukuna looks down at your daughter, his daughter.

she looks up at you, then back at sukuna. with the smallest shuffle, she takes one step toward him then sees him quirk an eyebrow which makes her quickly retreat, still unsure.

sukuna clicks his tongue, while you giggle. your daughter clings harder onto you at the sound of his disapproval.

“she sure is jumpy,” he says, stretched hand moving to rest on his hips, “how the hell is that my daughter?”

“ever studied biology?”

“do not get smart with me,” he warns, but his threats have long lost their effect on you.

the little interaction gives your daughter a sense of familiarity, seeing you talk so easily with him. with some courage finally mustered, your daughter blinks up at sukuna, her small voice barely audible as she mumbles, “papa...?”

sukuna’s sharp gaze relaxes just the faintest bit at the sound of her voice, “yes. I’m right here.”

she stares for another moment, before she toddles over to him. she stumbles and holds desperately onto his legs. she looks up at him, and he gives her no reaction.

your daughter takes that as a good sign, and she looks back at you with sparkly eyes.

“there you go,” you laugh, standing up. “see? not so bad.”

sukuna looks at your daughter, then back at you, “you coddle her too much.”

you fold your arms with a playful smirk, “she’s two. she’s allowed to be coddled a little.”

“she’ll be stronger if she learns early.” sukuna’s voice is firm. she is clinging to him now, a little less hesitant as she begins to tug at his kimono.

she lets out small mumbles as she tries to gain his attention.

"uh-huh, sure," you tease, stepping closer and placing your hand on his forearm, "you’re so tough, honey. maybe we should get her a little curse to toughen her up. would that make you happy?"

he scoffs but doesn’t answer, his attention flicking back to the girl holding onto him. you could see the faintest hint of something in his expression, though it wasn’t something he would ever acknowledge verbally.

for some reason, the scene of his daughter faced with a curse, at least in this age, doesn’t particularly please him.

her eyes are soft. her entire being is. there is no way that she would survive, and knowing his little daughter, she will burst into tears the moment the curse appears. that conclusion makes him think.

he stays silent, before he finally mutters, "never mind. she's fine the way she is.”

you beam at his words and pull his face down to place a kiss on his cheek, “aww, you are going soft, yay!”

“I will kill you,” he sneers, but then he feels his daughter raise her arms. he looks down at her with a scowl, “what do you want, you brat?”

the tone makes her flinch back, but then she tightens her fist and stutters, “u-up!”

“you and your mother are insolent,” he side-eyes you, and you raise your hands in surrender. his eyes flick back to her, “you ordering me around?”

her eyes start to water, but she tries to persevere, “up…?”

your husband groans and bends down to pick her up. the way he gives into her demands is sweet in its own way.

it would make you laugh, if he didn’t pick you up in process which instead makes you gasp. now, both you and your daughter are carried—effortlessly—in his arms.

you smile widely at your husband, while he avoids looking at you. sukuna instead looks at you daughter. he then asks, “are you happy now?”

your daughter stares silently at him, and he stares at her back. in the midst all this staring, your daughter realizes something: her dad has a second face.

her lips start quivering, and she raises her hands to cover her face as she starts bawling and wailing

“ugh, why is she crying now?” your husband groans, irked by the sudden loud noise.

“your face probably scares her.”

“I hate kids.”

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[dracanianwyvern]

orange - why u so chill??? tf? do you ever experience anger?

I do get angry, but the only time I will vocalise it is if I can use it to make Barricade's life WORSE

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