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Session 53: Sat 28 Sep 2024

Skabb has a disgusting new ability? We’ll find out about that when it crops up, I think. Also Grabby gets something new. Hartvig gets a Hero Point for turning up on time for once. Well, almost on time. Sprocket and Luna are at a wedding and may be late.

The DM makes a coffee, while Jorg’ath burns his mouth on hot fish and chips, and off we go…

(Short pause while the DM sends us the picture my husband sent him because he loves Madonna. Skabb immediately deletes it from her Whatsapp. I will not post it here; you're welcome.)

We are not able to sleep down here. We might ask in the tavern? Jorg’ath thinks we should drink our hit points back, but that is nixed. We might not wake up with all our stuff, also the metal band on stage might make sleeping difficult. Sprocket opened a teleportation circle, if we climb up the chains we can zip back to the first level and sleep with the mitflits? Skabb hates that idea. We do it anyway.

We rinse all our spell slots and healing-wand-uses, and rest. Hartvig and Nadia reduce their Stupefied level by one, Nadia makes some bombs and Skabb uses her new cauldron to cook up… something.

Hartvig makes a Fortitude check. For…? We don’t know. 29! He is Fortiginous. The DM is disappointed. Jorg’ath also rolls. Green 34. How does that feel, DM? You happy? He says he is, but we don’t believe him. Neither have symptoms of anything untoward.

Jorg’ath wants to do an Insight check to see what he might be dying of. Well, Insight is D&D, so no. Hartvig can make a Religion check, and Jorg’ath a Medicine check if they like, 17 and 12 respectively. Well, they both feel fine, and neither can think of a reason why they wouldn’t. Jorg’ath: “I’ll never question it again.”

Jorg’ath moves north and finds more doors. He makes a Perception check: dirty 20. In the ceiling he sees a shaft that leads up. Looking at the broken bits of metal, it seems like this might be where Luna almost fell down from the floor above.

He wants to open the door on the left, Nadia covers him.

“[DM], you know how we’re not allowed to draw dicks?” Skabb wants to draw one on Jorg’ath. She is reminded of the three-dick limit. She refrains.

Jorg'ath opens the door slowly, gets a Hero Point for personal growth, and then makes a Nature or Survival check. Skabb accidentally closes his character sheet. Short pause… Survival green 29!

He recognises the moss - it’s not only edible, but also tasty. Does it have hallucinogenic properties, Skabb wants to know. No, he can tell her, it’s just nutritious and delicious. She starts hunting for invertebrates, and finds plenty. She fills her mouth, her hands, and her pockets.

Nadia collects some of the moss. Jorg’ath can tell us that if you dry it, it will last almost indefinitely, and can be rehydrated when needed. Each of us can carry enough for 2-3 days of rations.

This tunnel leads downward. Should we check out the rest of this floor first - oh, this doesn’t go all the way down. Skabb sends Grabby for a recce. High as she can, but without touching the ceiling. There’s something big around the corner…

The ceiling is 30 feet high, and there is a window and a cabin? Cavern? I mishear. It seems magical. Grabby continues round, sneaky-flying. There is some form of binding magic present, and it weak or old - it could be undone easily. There is a huge worm, Skabb tells us, and she wants to "eat the shit out of it".

Well we can’t not, can we? It’d be rude.

Skabb recalls knowledge to see if she knows about this “big mouthed yum-sack”. She makes an Occultism check - dirty 30. That is a seagathi? This is what we’re down here to kill one of! Chuffcum asked us to bump one off. Knowing what it is, can she tell its weak points?

Well, Jafaki is one of these things, apparently. What?

Immune to poison and mental effects, they have tremor sense, innate magic, and if you get close they exude an aura that can cause Confusion. Skabb shares this with us. Grabby spots someone behind it as well. Occultism check - 17 but she can add 5 so 22. It’s a type of flesh warp, a Grothlut.

We’ve encountered them before. Did these things have any weaknesses? Immune to acid and mental effects. There are two of these, as far as Grabby can see. They’re on a spiral staircase, there is a door, also some water. She flies a bit closer, just to make sure there’s nothing else. She sees some magical see-through stone, and a walkway on the other side. The big worm guy is on the other side of the see-through stone, but she thinks if we backtrack and try another door we might reach it.

We make a quick plan, and Skabb tells us roughly how far away the things are past the door, and Jorgy boots it open. Initiative! Skoden! Stoodis!

Skabb goes first. She thinks they look like aberrations, so she zooms forward and has a munch. 16HP24 - 8 piercing, and she was right - it is an aberration. Extra damage with her Grill of Aberration Bane! Another bite, as she’s here and he’s delicious, but it misses. She licks her lips.

The worm moves toward the door, slithering past Skabb. It attacks Jorg’ath for 31 damage. Ouch.

Jorg’ath’s turn, and he starts his turn within the Mindfog Aura. Will save 26 - he is not confused! He hits it with a 23 - the DM panics us by saying that it misses, but the Seugathi is flanked so it does. Green 25 to hit this time! 33 total damage and a Hero Point for Jorg’ath.

Hartvig next. He fails his Will save against the mindfog. Before he can attack anything, it tells him to attack Nadia. “Hey!” He does a Needle Dart on her, for ten damage. She gives him a hurt look. He wanders off to look at the moss.

Nadia makes her Will save. She does a new feat, Pistol Twirl, but the worm thing saves. She shoots it with Bluebird, hits for 8 damage, drops Bluebird and draws Alkonost.

The Grothgut claws at Skabb and does a thing at Jorg’ath - the DM does the wrong thing, then the right thing, but both miss anyway. It does it at Skabb and misses her as well.

Skabb starts her turn with a Will save, but fails and is Confused. Hero Point? Yes, she may - worse. Second Will save - 16. Ooof. She is Sickened 1 (is that even possible?). In her confused state, she rolls to see who she hits - one of the baddies! She hits it with a Slashing Gust, but misses. Sling attack for her last action - it hits, but the bloody thing is resistant to bludgeoning. No wait it isn’t! It takes all three damage. “I feel like I’ve won the battle.” She gets poked in the pudding with a Seugathi longsword, a hit, and a fortitude save. The hit was a critical, she is not in good shape. 35 damage. “Yum!” She is also Stupefied 1. “I’m having a whale of a time in here.”

The Seugathi attacks Jorg’ath, but misses. It bites at him - another miss. It’s his turn! Will save - he fails. It commands him to attack Hartvig, who is picking moss in the next room. 29 definitely hits, for 22 slashing plus four poison. 25 is another hit, for 18 and 22 poison. Hartvig is still alive!

It’s Hartvig’s turn. He has taken damage twice, so he can make two flat checks to see if his own Confusion ends. (DC11.) 12, yay! Skabb: “Give ’im a dry slap, go on.” He does - and hits, for 3 damage! Jorg’ath rolls to see if he loses the Confusion, but he doesn’t. “Hit me again!” He does, for 3 more damage, and snaps Jorg’ath out of it. Jorgy lets him pass, and apologises as he goes back into the room.

Nadia crits her Will save - green 30. She is immune for 1 minute. She shoots with Alkonost - Howdy doodis! “It comes apart into nice bite-sized chunks, just for Skabb.” She drops Alkonost, recalls both guns with Alkonost reloaded, and shoots again. She misses even with a Hero Point, but wins it back for Howdy Doodis’ing the big bad.

The Grothguts spew on Skabb and take her out. Death save for her on her turn - Natty 20! “I’M ALIVE!!” New House Rule - on a Natty 20, she loses the Wounded condition as she comes back. Will Save to remove her Confusion - 11, just squeaks by. She is now only Stupefied and Sickened. Wait - the Stupefied was only for 1 round, so that goes away.

Jorg’ath next. He is embarrassed at having attacked his friend, so “straight back into the fray - this guy is going to GET it.” 21 hits for 22. “How does he feel about poison? He’s an anti-acid, pro-poison kind of guy?” He is so he takes the 4 poison damage as well. 28 to hit. “How’s he feeling now?” He’s, quote, “leaking”. Jorg’ath points out the goo. “That’s for you,” he tells Skabb.

Hartvig next. Is Skabb still poorly? She is unconscious on the floor. He does a big Heal, 3d8 (11) plus 24, 35 HP back for her. Then a 1-actioner on himself. Wait, you can cast the same spell twice, right? Yes. 1-actioner on himself.

Nadia Pistol Twirls at a Grothgut, and lowers his AC just enough to get a crit! She blows it a kiss, and hears the Final Fantasy fanfare in her head for no reason. It spews at her and misses, then moves to claw at Jorg’ath but misses that as well.

Skabbins! Jorg’ath: “Murders-murders-murders-murders!” 28 hits. “BIG murders!” 28 is a crit so it gets extra chew-damage - another 6. It explodes, spraying acid and poison all over all of us. The only one not displeased is Skabb. “It’s tingly.” She fails her save. “MY FOOD HURT ME!” Jorgy and Nadia are fine, Skabb and Hartvig take 10 acid/poison damage each. Skabb stands somewhere else, and considers her options. She can’t see it to Magic Missi- I mean Force Barrage it, so she heals herself instead.

Jorg’ath. Nadia: “FINISH HIM!” Can Jorg’ath negate the cone effect of his dragon breath attack by vomiting it directly into the Grothgut’s mouth? No, but he can move so he won’t get his friends. Or try using the handy dandy template the DM gave him. He angles it so he won’t hit Nadia and Hartvig. DC20 Reflex save for the Grothgut - 13 is a fail so 6d6. 19 vomit damage! And then a greatsword attack to finish off. It explodes! All of us but Skabb make Fortitude saves - Nadia and Grabby fail, taking 12 damage each.

Nadia, Jorg’ath and Hartvig, as they wipe entrails and vomit from their faces, see something interesting where the worm was standing. Perception checks. Between us we find a longsword, and a wand. Skabb checks it out. Arcana is not her forte but she has a go. 18. Just a stick, as far as she knows. Can Grabby have a go? 16. Jorg’ath has a go, with his 0 modifier - and natty 20’s it. It’s a Wand of See Invisibility. Skabb: “Gizzit! Gizzit!” She sticks it in her bandolier.

The sword is too small for Jorg’ath.

Nadia makes her way into the next room to see a spiral staircase with a door to the east. There is a sulphurous stench coming from below. She peers over the edge. She has 60 feet of Darkvision; she sees the floor below and a reddish glow. A circular room, with doors leading off it. Emblazoned on the doors are pentagrams. She tells the others what she’s seen.

Hartvig does a big group heal: 13 for all of us and a bit more (21) for the tank. Skabb slaps a bit more mud on herself. Hartvig himself still needs a bit of attention, so Jorg’ath sorts him out. Medicine 12 and he’s Trained, so that’s a fail. Skabb whips out the wand and does him for 13, and he does himself a little one-er as well for 12 more.

Nadia looks through the window. 25 Perception. Huge, mossy cavern. She sees markings, faint and hard to make out, on the walls. Also, she might be tripping, but she thought she saw ripples on the surface of the water… Jorg’ath immediately wants to go in it with his scales and his water-breathing. Skabb roasts some bugs for popcorn. On a scale of four party members to six, how deadly would going paddling in it be…? The DM thinks we should splash away, so Jorg'ath goes ahead -

“Stop right there, Jorg’ath!”

The markings Nadia saw before start to shimmer, and a sort of but not quite light starts to shine and shimmer, like the Predator (if she had ever seen that movie).

Something comes out of the stone. “He can pet those dawgs!” Skabb shouts. “Erm… I’m in trouble,” Jorg’ath says, and then Gollum arrives as well. Skabb sends Grabby back down the corridor and round with a potion in each hand. Nadia races back around after Grabby, and the Initiative box appears. Skabb sits down and starts popping bugs in her mouth. Hartvig is torn; the enemies look big, but Jorg’ath does like petting those dawgs. He stays where he is for now.

Jorg’ath goes first, and runs to under the window so he can get everything. “Everyone’s getting gozzed on.” DC22 saving throw for all of them. None of them take any of the poison damage, regardless of if they make the save or not. Skabb puts her hand on the window. Jorg’ath makes a sad vomiting noise.

The dogs run at him and start biting, and try to trip him. They do, and then bite him a bunch more. Hartvig starts running, in hopes that there will be enough of Jorg’ath and Nadia left to reanimate. Skabb: “Nah! Settle down, take the weight off!”

Nadia shoots, crits, pulls out the crossbow and hits again (no crit), but wins a Hero Point for being heroic.

The big fucker runs at Jorgy but misses.

Skab has taken one sock off and is having, quote, “a good old rummage around”. She has a look at the magic window - 22 Arcana. It is nigh on indestructible, even with magical means. She shrugs and takes her other sock off. She gets up and smushes her face against the glass and pulls faces at Jorg’ath, and has Grabby fly over him and drop a potion of Healing in his big old flappy gob. Luckily he is prone and on his back anyway. 16 hp back for the lizard, then 16 more for the other potion, and Grabby gets out of Dodge “cause she ain’t silly.”

Jorg’ath’s turn - he stands up for his first action, while the DM checks to see if the enemies have attacks of opportunity. Jorg’ath: “This fucking guy.” Let the petting commence! "We gonna start petting some dogs real good!" He targets the one Nadia hit, red16HP21 for 14 damage and a howdydoodis! Surrounding them from within, he hits the next one. It doesn’t take his poison damage. He steels himself.

The next one bites, misses, bites, crits for 31 damage, and goes to knock him over again. 24 is a fail and he’s on his ass. It bites him, green 21 for 24 more damage. This is a ferocious counter-petting. Hartvig: “ Assert your dominance!” The next one bites him, I can’t keep up, he gets bitten a bunch. He’s not looking good.

Hartvig, grumbling: “I’m not a fuckin’ cleric, you know.” He has to be within 30 feet to heal, but can’t get close enough. He does a Needle Dart instead. He can resurrect Jorgy in a minute, if that will help…? He Hero Points the 19 - wait, no 19 hits!

Nadia runs forward and throws Jorg’ath a potion - 16 Dec check and he is able to catch it with his tongue. Which is a waste of time as the big bastard kills him. Then it goes for Nadia but misses.

Skabbins next. For Grabby’s independent action she moves toward Jorg’ath with her last potion, but can’t quite make it. She flies out of the way instead. Skabb picks her nose and wipes it on the glass.

Jorg’ath drinks the potion Nadia threw him (He got up I think? I was getting cookies) He stands himself back up and gets right back into it with a crit! “Fuck this guy in particular.” He notices ghostly shackles around their feet, this close. That’s what the weak binding magic was!

They bite him and he gets on the floor again. One of the dogs runs up to Nadia, but can’t do anything.

Hartvig can only get within 30 feet of Jorgy if he stands next to Nadia and her new dog; he sighs and trudges over. (Skabb: “Burials or cremations?” Nadia: “Cremations please.” Jorg'ath wants just a regular old burial.) Hartvig heals Jorg’ath for 40 points. That’ll give him at least another round. He’s Wounded 2 and feeling fresh!

Nadia recalls Alkonost and does some stabbing, and awaits her death. It arrives swiftly: the landslide thing punches her in the face and one-shots her. “Goodnight!” It then punches Hartvig, and again; the second one misses as he was doubled over in pain from the first hit.

If it was just Jorgy, Skabb would still be picking her toes; but Nadia is out and Hartvig isn’t far behind, so she starts making her way around on her newly-remembered goblin dog. She swings her sling around her head and takes aim at the dog - 4 damage. “Ooooh, it’s going to rue the day I got involved.”

Jorg’ath stands up, and starts petting the dawg next to him. 23 pets it real good, then 18 is a miss - Hero Point for another 18. “Oh, fuck you.”

It bites him again and tries to knock him down. “Oh, I’d like to stop falling over.” He fails the save and goes on his ass again. The next bite is a miss. The other one moves to flank Hartvig and bites him for 11 damage. Can he do a reflex save? “Let me just take my hit points off and I’ll be with you.” He fails it and goes prone, and the last attack misses.

Jorg’ath understands if Hartvig wants to run away. How far can he crawl? Five feet. He can heal Nadia or Jorg’ath. If Jorg’ath goes down again, he will be Dying rather than Wounded. Hartvig does his last Big Old Heal, a 2-Actioner, on Jorg’ath. 26 HP back for the lizard, that ought to last him a round or so. Hartvig crawls behind Nadia’s corpse for cover.

Nadia spends her Hero Points to be stable rather than making death saves, and will come back no longer Wounded.

The Landslide targets Hartvig, who is Prone and has -2 to his AC, then again. He is out.

It’s down to Skabb to save the day…

If Skabb hits an Unconscious person with an AoE, will it hurt them? Well… yes. It’ll kill them. She bemoans us meeting our fates so close to the enemies. She makes a Perception check to see which is the most injured out of the baddies. Could her goblin dog drag a friend to safety? It could, the DM rules. Skabb considers. We can hear her frowning. “This is troublesome.” Can she figure out what the binding magic was? Jorg’ath saw it, but she didn’t. Arcana check 16HP9. “Oh lord. Okay, I don’t know shit.” Are Hartvig and Nadia out of danger if she did (something I don’t hear)? No, she would hit them both. She does Hydraulic Push at one of the dogs - 16 is a fail, Hero Point 25! Grabby Cat, back safe behind the window, picks her belly button and farts a lot.

Jorg’ath hits something with a 23. “Is it dead?” No. “I would like to hurt it again." 21 hits for 11 more.

One of the hounds disappears into the wall. The other one does the same. Jorg’ath: “Cowards.”

Hartvig makes a death save: 2. He was Dying 2, now he’s Dying 3. At Dying 4, he is dead-dead. Has he got any Hero Points? “Yeah…” Skabb: “Fucking USE them!”

Nadia is stable, so the landslide goes for Skabb - a miss and a miss. She’s bobbin’, she’s weavin’! It’s her go.

She wants to do a Recall Knowledge on the living landslide. Arcana or Nature check: 26. It is an Earth Elemental. If it is not touching solid ground it becomes Slowed 1. It's immune to paralysis, poison and sleep, and can burrow through the earth. Is it weak to anything? Nope! Cool. She Lightning Bolts it, hitting with a 25. Reflex Save DC 22: it rolls a 14! 25 Leccy damage, nice!

Grabby makes her way around in case of a TPK, and she can stuff potions in our gobs.

Jorg’ath is standing up for once; he feels a bit light-headed. “Back in the game! Er… bish bash bosh.” 33 is a crit, and the elemental is flat-footed.

Hartvig spends all his Hero Points to stabilise. “I exchange them for not being dead.” He is not Dying, or Wounded. He is still prone, flat-footed, and stupefied.

The elemental melts into the wall and disappears. Hartvig gurgles and a bit of blood comes out of his ear. Before healing anyone, Skabb bites Jorg’ath for being a dick.

Skabb makes a Nature check - 18. She has no Hero Points left. She tries Occultism, actually no she can’t - but she rolls a Green 31. The DM rules that she can have it, after that. There is a ritual she can do that would release the earth elementals from their bonding. Can she do it with one hand while applying savlon to her injured friends?

Do any of us have gems? Hartvig has some that Luna robbed. He can make an Occultism check for the ritual, but he’s at 0hp currently. We will do the healing in a minute, the DM just wants to see what the outcome here will be. Hartvig rolls a 19; not great. Skabb does a Nature check to back it up: dirty 20. Nadia has big fat 0s in all of those, and rolls a 15; Jorg’ath rolls a 19 Nature. The ritual succeeds, using up 60gp of Hartvig’s gems! Before the elemental departs, it grants a boon. Hartvig has gained Crystal Sensibility for a week! The elementals leave.

We could have bypassed all this death if we’d just done that first. But where’s the fun in that!

We find 6 gemstones worth 15gp each, which Hartvig can take as he provided the ones for the ritual. We do some healing and call it a day.

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farthertothemoon · 4 months ago

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A few questions about Rari because I love his fat fuckin thighs him a totally normal amount:

1. What are his buildups like? Long? Short? Vocal? Silent? Big guy probably needs some sorta warning that you’re about to be in the literal line of fire. (Granted, it would also be pretty funny if they just snuck up on him. Poor dude)

2. Can he hold back effectively if he needed to? If not I volunteer as tribute to help him out. (Though I’m not sure how much help I’d be with his sensitive snoot.)

3. How does he feel about his sneezes? Based off of that VERY sexy clipped image of him teasing his party mate, I would guess he’s not too sensitive about it; but, I figured having a slightly destructive sneeze would make for some embarrassing situations.

4. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HIDE HIM FROM US FOR SO LONG!?! /j

4. Is her sensitive to perfumes or other strong smells?

Thank you for your absolutely tasty art and patience with my long ass questions! Here’s a cookie! 🍪

Howdy Anon!! (is that you Rari Anon? Or are we adding another to the Rari cult?) No need to cross it out, I love his fat fuckin thighs too ;) ~ but woah look at all these questions! And this is a good woah, thank you so much for all of these!!

1. He's got a range of buildups when it comes to those literally hot sneezes of his. When his sneezes come about from random occurrence, he's got short, but vocal buildups that are loud enough to let people in the immediate vicinity know "uh oh, time to skedaddle!" before that series of fiery sneezes is released. When it's caused by his allergies, pollen to be exact, he has long, breathy buildups that start out silent, but get more and more vocal the closer his sneezes get to coming out. He hates Spring because it always takes him near a full minute of building up to sneeze (unless of course someone were to help him speed it up :3). When it comes to his dust allergy, he has a much shorter and more silent buildup, the only sound being two or three big breaths and his left foot repeatedly stamping the ground in anticipation. And finally, his feather allergy. Hoo boy. The big man doesn't even get so much as a second of buildup if a feather comes close to his poor sensitive nose, let alone touches it (god forbid get stuck in a nostril). One second he's fine, the next, a flurry of fiery sneezes so rapid you wouldn't think there'd be any real power behind them (you'd be wrong. So wrong.) are erupting out of him like a volcano. Oh and before I move on! His sick sneezes! Similar to his feather sneezes, he doesn't get much warning at all, but thankfully he doesn't produce much, if any fire when sick, meaning the only thing you need to avoid is a face full of spray and mess (unless you're into that, then don't avoid it :3)

2. Holdbacks. It really depends on what's bothering his sensitive snoot (cute choice of words anon >:3). Pollen allergies, he can hold back if need be. Dust allergies are much more difficult for him to hold back and he'll probably need your help there ;)~. Feathers? Nope. No chance. You'd probably have a better chance stopping a semi truck hurtling towards you at 70 mph (~113 kph) with your body. If you tried, prepare to look like Ash Ketchum after his fire type Pokemon set him on fire in the original anime lmao- As for his sick sneezes, they do sneak up on him because he's so out of it, but if you're watching him, you can help him hold back. When sick, his nose will often start violently twitching and flaring a second before he sneezes. If you're quick enough, you can pinch his nose, push a finger up to that adorable septum, or just completely cover and hold his nose (though you'll have to keep a good hold on it if you do that, it gets very twitchy when you hold him back :3).

3. Before discovering the kink, he didn't much mind his sneezes except for when something catches fire and causes quite a bit of embarassment. He's so used to sneezing that it's near unconscious to try and sneeze in a direction that will cause the least damage. However, upon discovering the kink, he began to see his sneezes in a much different light. Not at all embarrassed about them of course, but enjoying how they feel, how they make others with the kink feel, that kinda stuff. He turned into a real sneeze slut huh? As for the aforementioned destructive sneezes, well, he he gets very embarrassed with those, before and after discovering the kink. Going back to the feather pillow tavern incident from the last ask, he had forgotten to ask what kind of bedding is used. Upon reaching his room, his nose was already twitching, but he played it off as simple dust tickling his nose (oh how wrong he was). Upon lying down in the bed, he only had a couple seconds before his poor sensitive snoot (I love that term for him hehe) was erupting with huge fiery sneezes, leading to his party pulling him out of the tavern, still sneezing. As said before, everybody in the tavern made it out safely, but it was safe to say that Rari was thoroughly embarassed and guilty towards having burned down the tavern-hotel. He then had to do 3 months of community service to pay for the rebuilding of the tavern.

4. I'M SORRYYYYY I SET A PRECEDENT WITH MY OTHER CHARACTERS AND I THOUGHT NOBODY WOULD LIKE HIM, I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SINS 😭

4. That's a great question actually! He is in fact sensitive to various perfumes, especially those with wood like scents. The woody scented ones are often so potent that it'll have his nose flushing purple-blue, nostrils flaring, and eyes watering really very quickly :3~ He's also slightly sensitive to various cleaning agents. Not enough to make him sneeze on its own, but if you happen to "accidentally" touch that already twitchy snoot? Well... Prepare for a brilliant light show :3

We did it!! That was honestly so fun answering those questions, thank you so much for asking the questions in the first place! (I hope there aren't any egregious typos, misspelled words, bad grammar, etc in there because I am NOT editing this /lh)

Oh and also: gasp what a coincidence! I have a cookie for you too! 🍪 Thank you very much for yours :3

Always feel free to ask as many long as questions as you want!

#moonasks #moonanswers #I'm putting the special snz tags on here because this was a mini labor of love #snzblr #snz #snz kink #sneeze kink #ok that's enough #rarriem #rari tag

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romancethedawn · 2 years ago

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Selkie!Luffy AU pt.1

Zoro reached for another chicken leg just as the rubbery fingers of his new captain snatched the tasty morsel right out from under his nose.

An annoyed growl escaped his throat and he sent a fleeting death glare at the idiot before sighing and reaching for some of the only food left on the table, a platter of fresh caught fish that had remained miraculously untouched by Luffy.

The swordsman didn’t question it though. All he knew was that he was hungry as hell after three weeks of being starved and beaten, and if the empty pit next to him didn’t slow down soon he’d go hungry again. So he quickly began devouring all the fish he could before Luffy caught on.

Sadly, it didn’t take long for the red menace to take note of Zoro’s new meal. In an instant those big doe eyes were being directed right at him, as Luffy made soft whining noises in the back of his throat like some damn dog.

The swordsman gritted his teeth and continued enjoying his food while resolutely ignoring his persistent companion.

The bastard had eaten everything else on the table, it only seemed fair that Zoro got to eat something! After all, he was the one who had been STARVED!

“Uh…uhmmm… Z- er… Mr. R-Roronoa… sir?” The little cabin boy who had been clinging to Luffy like some kind of lamprey for the past couple of hours finally spoke up. He’d talked a bit during Zoro’s rescue as well but he hadn’t been very vocal since their return to the inn run by Rika’s mom.

“What?” Zoro pushed out the word through his mouthful of fish before taking a sip of ale and shooting the kid a warning glare. It wasn’t that he hated the boy. He was just too soft, it rubbed Zoro the wrong way. Kid needed to toughen up.

“Ah! Er…. Well…” The boy startled a bit before continuing to stutter through whatever he wanted to say. Zoro sighed, perhaps he’d been laying the big scary bounty hunter act on a little thick.

“What is it, kid?” He asked again, trying to make his voice more friendly and less… gruff. He couldn’t help but snort when the kid startled again, this time at Zoro’s sudden shift toward kindness.

“W-well… D-do you think you could let Luffy have s-some of the fish?” His voice had gotten higher with every word until he was practically squeaking. It was honestly a bit difficult to decipher what he wanted. Zoro raised an eyebrow in question and the kid, Koby he thinks his name was, laughed nervously before looking away, a distinct redness tinting his cheeks. “I-I was only with him for a couple of days before we got here, but in that time I learned that Luffy loves fish more than anything!” He exclaimed in all seriousness. Causing Luffy himself to burst out laughing.

“No, No, Koby! You’ve got it wrong!” His captain crowed, the hint of laughter always in his voice shining even brighter. “I love MEAT more than anything!” he cheered excitedly, holding up the last piece of meat at the whole table, which Zoro noticed with some chagrin was also the last piece of fish he’d been staunchly guarding. Damn… The bastard was more slippery than he’d thought.

Luffy, still laughing like an idiot, then proceeded to shove the entire fish in his mouth, head and all. Zoro was about to yell at him about choking on the bones and other things he’d heard the women in his village nag their children about, when the rubber wonder pulled the fish out of his mouth again, only this time it was missing the meat and all that was left were pristine bones.

Both Zoro and Koby stared at their friend with varying looks of concern and disgust. Zoro remembered hearing that a walrus was able to suck the skin right off a seal before but he’d never, not once in his life, seen a human being do anything similar.

It was in that moment that he resolved to never get near Luffy when he was eating. Ever.

“O-oh… sorry I-” Koby bowed his head in disappointment, but perked up quickly when Luffy ruffled his hair.

“Thanks for looking out for me though, Koby!” Luffy grinned, it was one of those way too bright ones that immediately entranced anyone who happened to be looking at it. Zoro included, he was ashamed to admit.

The red tint to Koby’s cheeks only got more intense and the young boy quickly ducked his head to hide that fact.

“So tell me, Captain…” Zoro started, taking another swig of ale, forever thankful that Luffy had taken one sip and promptly spat out the drink declaring it ‘yucky’. He didn’t think the two of them could ever get along if the straw hatted idiot kept drinking Zoro’s booze the way he ate his food. “Where’s the rest of the crew?” He continued, curious to meet them and see what other odd personalities Luffy had no doubt drawn to his side.

However, instead of starting to excitedly list off names like Zoro thought he would, Luffy just stared at Zoro blankly for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing. The act was equally as bewitching as his smile and Zoro was starting to get annoyed with this kid. Seriously, did he have the sun trapped beneath his skin or something? This level of brightness was just way too much.

“Oi! I’m being serious!” He growled at his new found Captain. The sound of Luffy’s laughter died immediately and he just smiled warmly at Zoro instead.

“They’re not like Zoro,” he finally answered, “we still have to find them!” That stupid grin continued to stretch his face like nothing had changed and, Zoro supposed, nothing really had. Luffy was still Luffy and Zoro was still Zoro. They’d figure out the rest as they went.

Deciding this was a fine enough answer for now Zoro shrugged and went back to his food.

“Can’t be helped then.” He said before shoveling the very last bite of fish and rice into his mouth and taking another messy gulp of his ale. “What about your ship?” After hearing that there wasn’t a crew, his hopes weren’t high and judging by the way Luffy started badly whistling and Koby was avoiding eye contact even more than usual, he guessed it was pretty safe to say they didn’t have a ship either. He sighed heavily, was he going to be the only person with any forethought on this crew? He hoped not. It seemed like a cursed existence.

“Weeeellll…” Luffy started by drawing out the word to make it as long as possible and Zoro felt something in his forehead twitch. Probably a blood vessel straining from all this idiocy. “I do have a ship. It’s just… not super cool…” The rubber captain finished dejectedly.

Zoro opened his mouth, to comfort his childish captain or scold him, he wasn’t sure. But Luffy bounced back quickly, he was made of rubber after all, and his eyes were practically sparkling when he turned to his new first mate again. “But don’t worry, Zoro! We’re gonna get a better one really soon and it’ll be awesome! We’ll sail the Grand Line and find the One Piece! Just you wait!”

Staring into that way too bright smile with those big sparkly eyes blinking up at him, Zoro couldn’t bring himself to knock the kid down, so he simply smiled indulgently at him. “I’m sure we will, Captain.” He agreed easily enough and his positive reaction seemed to make Luffy even happier because he kicked his smile up a few notches, practically blinding his poor swordsman.

“That being said…” Zoro started as he stood from the table and kicked his chair in. “We probably need to get out of here before those Marine’s come knocking. We may have freed them, but Marines are Marines. They’ll want our heads soon enough.”

Koby looked like he wanted to disagree but Luffy had already gotten to his feet and settled his straw hat back on his head before the boy could even get the words out.

“You’re right. Let’s go!” Luffy threw his fist up in the air excitedly. Zoro simply nodded his approval and slipped his swords into his haramaki. Koby spluttering and protesting all the while.

Zoro had to admit. Parting with the kid was rough. Not because Zoro had any particular attachment to him. Koby just cried. A lot. Then the little squirt finally got the guts to toughen up and actually hit Luffy! Granted, he was only capable of doing so after Luffy backed him into a proverbial corner… but Zoro wasn’t one to dwell on such things.

Although, that look of horrified realization on his face right after he’d done it did make Zoro chuckle under his breath and hide his grin in his shoulder. So it was more of a win for Koby than the poor kid would ever realize.

After all was said and done they ended up at the docks loading the supplies Rika’s mom had so generously given them into Luffy’s absurdly small and ragged “boat.” Although, after watching the spectacle that was Luffy eating, Zoro wasn’t so sure these supplies would last them much more than a day.

When the last sack of apples was loaded into the little dinghy Luffy threw his arms behind his head while blowing a rather loud and long raspberry and flopped into the boat back first.

His drop caused the boat to rock violently back and forth for a moment. Zoro quietly cursed his captain’s impulsiveness before stepping into the vessel himself.

“So…” he started as he took his seat in the little dinghy, “where to, Captain?”

The boy in question giggled brightly before sitting up fast enough to make the boat rock again as he pointed to the distant horizon.

“To adventure!” He cried happily.

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aprillikesthings · 9 months ago

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OKAY I meant to start earlier in the day but I know once I start it will be difficult to stop lol

but I have some tasty pasta to eat let's go

(how much do you want to bet EVERY EPISODE after this is a two-parter due to the sheer amount of plot bumping into tumblr's images-per-post limit)

s4 ep11 beast island

They're talking about their plan to go to Beast Island and get Entrapta--and side note, the ship goes about as fast as an airplane, judging by the clouds/ocean's movement

will she tho

(I actually don't know! This is one of those plot points I forgot in part because I marathoned the last season and change of the show almost four years ago lol; like seriously from this point on I can remember random specific scenes but not which order or why they happened; it definitely doesn't help that a couple months ago I watched a bunch of She-Ra humor videos that are all, like, just clips from s5 in no particular order)

(seriously if you're a She-Ra fan they're great, they're especially funny if you're high as balls, which Daci and I were when I was like "hey you have to watch these with me they're hilarious")

the globe map is throwing some kind of angry alarm and Swift Wind's senses are tingling

They hit....something!

points to whomever designed that, it looks really cool, and yes, vaguely menacing

okay but you were ALSO told that Princesses were all evil soooo

They find Entrapta's mask and a Horde-made skiff and Swift Wind can hear some kinda weird noise

the ship did call it a Hazardous Materials Disposal Site...

anyway a bug-robot-thing starts to attack them--and Adora can't transform to She-Ra here!

OH HEY so the droning sound Swift Wind keeps hearing that's super fucking creepy is a Shepard Tone! (more info via wikipedia of course)

("April how do you know so much random shit?" I have ADHD and an internet connection. Also in this case specifically, Alex Hirsch once did an AMA in character as Bill Cipher, and he linked to a Shepard Tone and said it was his favorite song.)

Anyway they're attempting to fight the bug and losing

:D I KNOW WHO THIS IS :D

He scares the bug off with magic!! (Shadow Weaver did say he was a powerful sorcerer...)

dun dun DUNNNN

okay so I was confused as to how Glimmer was gonna get in there and duh SHE CAN FUCKING TELEPORT ffs

anyway Light Hope is a computer program and you're not the correct input??? you can't just order it to work pfft

YOU'RE NOT SHE-RA lol

Anyway King Micah hasn't been around other people in a loooong time and is bad with things like "personal space" lol

they're asking about Entrapta and I love that everyone in this show just Knows that Entrapta is like. Into robots. Sexually.

(I'm not looking right now but SOMEone has to have written a fic of Entrapta just making, like, really wild sex toys or fuckable robots, right? Right???)

LOL THAT'S HER ALL RIGHT

Entrapta apparently went to the center of the island but Micah is discouraging them from going. The sound Swift Wind keeps hearing is a signal of some kind from the center--

Apparently the signal is enough to draw people in and drive them mad.

poor dude

Also he thinks Glimmer is still a child and asks about Angella, and Bow and Adora just do a 😬

But they promise to take Micah with them once they find Entrapta and leave

I dunno I think it's kinda cute

Anyway as they keep walking both of them start having moments of borderline-crippling self doubt

Glimmer's killed the spiders that the Crystal Castle sets on intruders and is still trying to harass Light Hope into talking to her:

Apparently yelling that she wants to use the Heart of Etheria was the right thing to say

Back on Beast Island, the signal is getting stronger, Micah is trying to get more information about Glimmer from Bow and Adora, and also they're being hunted by critters:

There's some kind of distorted speech in the signal (which still mostly sounds like a Shepard Tone), and Swift Wind is frozen in place by it and this is happening--

CREEPY AS FUCK

Adora, trying to convince Micah not to give in, blurts out that Glimmer is Queen, oops

oh god there's a flash of light and Adora relives Angella kissing her forehead and telling her "take care of each other," then a bunch of moments of her and Glimmer, then:

"I won't give up, not on my friends, not on Etheria,"

--and she transforms into She-Ra :D

NICE!

The blast frees everyone of the vines and they're back to being themselves

"It wasn't the signal stopping me from being She-Ra, it was me. I was afraid Glimmer was right,"

"But I promise I'd take care of her--take care of everyone, and I will"

(actually you promised you'd all take care of each other, but whatever; like, this is part of her whole character arc)

Side note, She-Ra is taller than Micah by like, half a head minimum

The scary critters all run off because some huge monster shows up, the monster opens its metal jaws, and

and I've run out of images with three minutes to go pfft okay hold on

#april rewatches spop #beast island

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twilightmalachite · 1 year ago

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ABYSS - The Ocean of ■ That Drips Downwards 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Kanata, Madara

Translator: Mika Enstars

"If Kanata can become “that” too, then we’ll aaaaalways be… together. ♪"

Season: Winter

Location: The Abode of God

Kanata: *chomp chomp*, *chomp chomp chomp* …♪

Madara: There, there, is it tasty? It’s a newly released candyyy!

Kanata: It’s tasty. I like the things Mikejima always brings me, they’re always delicious.

Madara: Candy, huh?

God won’t be allowed to eat anything mundane, because you’ll be expected to practice shoujinkessai…

Ah, I know what shoujinkessai means now because I properly looked it up, you seee! It’s where you have to abstain from certain foods to stay pure.

Kanata: Mhm. Because Kanata is becoming a god. Shoujinkessai is neccessary.

Madara: But if you become a god, then you won’t be able to eat this candy, won’t you?

Actually, if I hadn’t sneaked some out to you, I don’t think God would have ever had a chance to know candy or recreation his entire life, you knooow?

Kanata: Hm… But, there’s nothing that can be done. Because that’s what being a god is.

Madara: You’ve been totally brainwashed.

Kanata: …Ah, Kanata’s finished eating it all.

All the tasty stuff is now gone. Too bad.

Mikejima. Even if Kanata becomes a god, will you secretly bring Kanata sweets like this again?

Madara: Hmm~, well I can’t make any promises, can I? Once that happens, surveillance and security will be even stricter than it is now, so getting close to God will be pretty difficult, won’t iiit?

Kanata: It’ll be okay. Because Mikejima can do anything.

Madara: I can’t do anything. ‘Cause, I’m not a god, you know.

Kanata: Even if he can’t do anything, Mikejima can do a lot of things that Kanata likes.

Mikejima~, do that one again. The one that’s Mikejima’s favorite.

The one called “ally of justice”. The fun one with singing and dancing.

Madara: Now that you’re satisfied with candy, you want a spectacle? You really are a big shot, huuuh! Well, you’re not wrong there, God!

I mean, God likes to see me pretend to be an ally of justice, right?

Kanata: Mhm. Because it’s lots of fun.

Madara: But, God, you don’t know very much about allies of justice, do you?

Allies of justice and idols are different, they’re not supposed to sing and dance, you seee.

Kanata: But, they say interesting things, and make interesting movements.

Madara: Well, it’s true that allies of justice in tokusatsu shows have the nature of a spectacle…

It’s a business to make people want to buy related goods by making them look appealing.

But essentially, the ally of justice that I admire isn’t that kind of performer. They’re the ally of justice that fight against evil, that help the weak and fight the strong.

Madara: (…Unlike my father, who colludes with evil while wearing a facade of justice.)

Kanata: Then, you’re the same as Kanata.

Kanata is also in charge of defeating the bad things.

Kanata is also what you call an ally of justice.

Madara: Hah, you, an ally of justice? You, the one who's always falling down and crying?

You, who can’t walk properly unless I lead you by your hand? You, who needs me to protect you, else you’ll be dead in no time?

Kanata: It’s no good? Mikejima will become an ally of justice one day too, won’t he?

If Kanata can become “that” too, then we’ll aaaaalways be… together. ♪

Madara: … …

…You’ll become a god, won’t you? That means it’ll be impossible to become an ally of justice, wouldn’t it?

Kanata: Ah, right. How troublesome. Is it impossible to be both a god and an ally of justice? It’d be nice if Kanata could split in half.

Madara: Maybe we should chop off an arm or a leg, or something. A body might sprout from it! ♪

Kanata: D-Don’t say such scary things. Mikejima can be mean sometimes.

Madara: You say that as if I’m usually kind.

Kanata: You are kind. Mikejima is the best thing in Kanata’s world.

Madara: If I’m the best thing, then the world God lives in must have a teensy tiny population!

Kanata: Mhm. There are not many people in Kanata’s world. He rarely gets to see family, and his believers are always far away.

So, Kanata is always lonely.

Hey, Mikejima, don’t leave.

Always stay by Kanata’s side.

Madara: Yeah yeah, more than happy to abide by God’s decree! ♪

Kanata: Mmu… Kanata’s being serious, though.

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#abyss #scout #translation #madara mikejima #kanata shinkai

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kiruuuuu · 2 years ago

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Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 15✨

Day 7, 11 and 13 were all about the Great Rainbow Bake Off, and this part continues the series! Today features Bandit's, uh, preparations. (Rating G, fluff?, ~1k words)

During the span of no more than five minutes, Blitz witnesses the following sights:

Kapkan walking by while drawing invisible lines in the air, visibly distressed and with his tongue between his teeth in concentration.

Dokkaebi, looking ready to strangle Lesion, yelling at him loud enough it reverberates off the walls: “Sugar is sugar! There is no wrong kind!”

Sledge sitting in a corner with his head in his hands, muttering feverishly: “What do people like? What do they like??”

“I wonder if Manu regrets suggesting the contest already”, Blitz turns to his best friend who doesn’t seem at all concerned with the competition, instead opting to doze in the lounge as usual.

“Don’t think so”, Bandit replies with a yawn, keeping his eyes closed. “Have you noticed how many more people are able to try her cookies these days? It’s raining compliments for her, instead of these gluttons devouring everything she produces in seconds.”

Blitz frowns. “You realise you’re usually one of those gluttons?”

“Eh. I’m on my redemption arc right now.”

Cryptic answer, but alright. Something else occurs to him: “Aren’t you supposed to be preparing as well? I mean, I’m glad you’re not possessed like the others, but -”

In the distance, Dokkaebi screams: “It’s the same fucking thing!”

Yeah. Blitz doesn’t even want to imagine his teammate going to similar lengths to win – Bandit’s competitive streak is a mean thing once it gets out, surfacing not just in an obsessive way but also bringing out the absolute worst in him regarding cheating. He knows he doesn’t need it and even then he tries to find loopholes everywhere, unfairly disadvantages his rivals, attempts to mess with them where he can. Blitz much prefers him napping on the sofa to burning bridges.

“There’s still time”, is Bandit’s laconic reply.

“Isn’t it in two days?” Silence. Blitz’ frown deepens. “Have you ever baked anything in your life?”

“Of course. I’ve been baked many times.”

Blitz resists rolling his eyes, but only barely. “Dom.”

“I mean, I’ve baked pizzas, croissants, pies…”

“Dom. Anything not frozen.”

“I once put a tangerine in the oven because my girlfriend at the time said it’d make my flat smell less of man-who-lives-alone. Well, I forgot about it and let me tell you, burnt citrus is a lingering odour not easily removed.”

Yikes. He crinkles his nose in sympathetic disgust. “So… I’ll take that as a no. Are you going to wing it? Half-ass it? Manu doesn’t deserve a lukewarm attempt and you know that. Part of this exercise is about you lot understanding and appreciating how difficult it is to produce tasty biscuits all the time.”

“Oh, I understand. That’s why I’m not dumb enough to try.”

“You’re dumb enough to try anything”, someone else butts in out of the blue, flashing Blitz his wide, trademark grin. Ace has materialised out of nowhere, seemingly shrouded in Christmas cheer and glitter with how festive his clothes are, his sweater a hideous mix of tartan, polka dots and paisley. No, wait, this is actual glitter raining off him. Blitz vaguely recalls a brief panic spreading through Rainbow when Kali was overheard mentioning a bomb, but this explains it perfectly.

“Not dumb enough to try you”, Bandit shoots back and Blitz feels nausea rise in him at the way his best friend looks at Nighthaven’s golden boy. To everyone else, it might come across as contempt, but after about a decade, Blitz knows what utter devotion looks like on Bandit’s face. And, unfortunately, this is it. “What happened, did you put a unicorn through the shredder for one of your videos?”

“No, I decided to cosplay Tinkerbell today, seeing as some of you could do with a little more magic and joy in your life.”

“And just like Tinkerbell, you also wither and die whenever nobody pays attention to you.”

“I thought about cosplaying you, but I couldn’t fit seven dicks in my mouth.”

Bandit actually laughs at that. He must’ve lost his mind, Blitz really has no idea what he sees in the Norwegian influencer though it’s so painfully obvious he’s smitten with him. Odd that he wouldn’t do his best to impress him and prepare properly for the Bake Off.

“Your lunch is in the fridge”, Bandit informs the other man who visibly lights up at his words.

“You’re a godsend. By the way, I’m going to give you shit for years if you don’t show some effort for the Bake Off, remember that.”

And as Ace glitters away, Blitz can’t help but shout after him: “You realise he actually likes you, right?”

The only answer he gets is a disbelieving scoff and a dismissive as if. Curses. Blitz’ hope was that they finally start dating just so he doesn’t have to bear witness to their increasingly awkward courtship. Which seems to involve a whole lot of insults.

He turns to Bandit. “You buy him lunch now?”

“We buy each other lunch. My turn today.”

“I don’t know why he thinks even for a second that you don’t have the worst crush on him I’ve ever seen.”

Bandit shows his own grin now, decidedly more toothy and scarier than Ace’s. “And I don’t know why you think even for a second that I don’t have the perfect plan.”

Well. Blitz hopes that plan involves getting glitter out of all the clothes he owns.

It turns out Bandit’s plan involves turning up at his door that evening, carrying a bunch of ingredients, a variety of baking utensils, a laptop and a small dictionary for translating between Norwegian and English.

“Hi”, he greets Blitz with a smile. “My oven broke. Can I use your kitchen while I zoom Ace’s mum?”

And though Blitz didn’t know what he expected, it certainly wasn’t this.

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #grbo #great rainbow bake off #kac #bandit #blitz #ace #bandit/ace #some at least #why expend a lot of effort when few effort do trick #I feel for you blitz I really do #but you chose to be friends with this man

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ace-and-ranty · 3 months ago

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@stormbluestories

#like dear god that was in the books that was practically text #but hearing that the author herself spelled it out is… #that poor guy

Oh, yes, Naomi touched upon it in the post-series Reddit AMA:

Q: why was El the one exception in Orion's complete lack of interest in people and things?

A: So there is the initial answer, which is that El is so powerful by junior year that she can register even on the attention of a maw-mouth. It's not that she looks like a mal so much as she looks tasty to the maw-mouth part of him, which ordinarily doesn't even really register individual wizard kids and which makes it exceptionally hard for him to do so as well -- like a very extreme form of face blindness, where for the most part for him people just flow around him like a faceless mass and he finds it really difficult to pick them out, which as you can imagine is a huge barrier to forming human connection. But after that, the much more powerful answer is that once Orion does register El, he fairly quickly realizes that she is the kind of person he wants to be. Everyone around Orion constantly is telling him he's a hero, and meanwhile he's mostly just doing what comes incredibly naturally to him and thinking "this is great, I get to hunt all the time, and I'm a hero! :D" and meeting El and being forced to look at the system that has made him a hero and its unfairnesses makes him start to realize that he wants to truly be a hero, that this is something that he wants to choose, the hard and moral path, and it is much easier to walk that path with company, and he recognizes (I think even before El herself has fully acknowledged it to herself) that El is firmly planted on that path.

So yeah, Prosopagnosia Orion is canon. Which we already had hinted at during the series when... either Liu or Aadhya... mentions that Orion never recognizes them when they're not with El.

Boy's probably got a whole set of little social tricks to keep people straight, and I bet he was very thankful kids in the Scholomance reuse the same clothing constantly.

I nag at Orion a lot, but I think him latching on so fast to El really does say something about him.

Namely, the poor boy, essentially, has a devouring monster of hunger in his guts. Naomi's Word of God'ed that the mawmouth pull is so hard, Orion has a lot of trouble focusing on people. The mawmouth is essentially blindfolding him, turning his head, making him so obsessed with feeding that he doesn't have brain space for anyone else.

But, because El is so powerful, it lets Orion pay attention to her. El is essentially the first person Orion was really allowed to look at, and he latched onto her immediately. As soon as the monster in his guts allowed him to look at another person, Orion connected to them.

I really expect being no-longer-a-mawmouth is gonna deeply affect Orion from now on. I mean. The ending of Book 3 didn't super hint at that, but Naomi is Naomi, so I know I can take Orion and run whenever the fuck I want with him post-series.

#The Scholomance #I bet he recognizes the NY kids by voice at this point.

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spitfire-of-the-sea · 3 years ago

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One Piece BINGO: Found Family

Brainless fluff, featuring Ace, Thatch, Kotatsu, Saber and Saki - so a mix of (yet to be) WB Pirates.

SFW; hopefully a bit of humor; my next entry for the @onepiece-bingo

Food Coma

“Shit,” Thatch said. And then, once more with feeling: “Shit!”

His eyes were on the dark crown of hair in front of him, belonging to none other than one Portgas D. Ace who had fought Pops once again less than an hour ago; the boy whose face was currently buried in a plate of chili con carne; not in the oh-this-is-tasty-let-me-dig-in kind of way, but rather in the dropped-dead-mid-bite kind of way.

Thatch stared for another moment, trying to wrap his head around it. Somewhere to his left, he heard his sous-chef thud to the ground in a dead faint. Behind him, the kitchen aid was shrieking and something clattered to the ground loudly. Brain aneurysm? Internal bleeding?

“Get Marco,” he said, and when nobody reacted, jabbed his finger at the kitchen aid. “You! Stop screaming. Go get Marco. Now!”

Then, tentatively, he reached out a hand, grabbed a handful of jet-black locks, and lifted the head to take a look. Eyes closed. Complexion full of chili con carne, difficult to judge, really. A little bubble of sauce was rhythmically growing and shrinking. So he was still breathing.

“Huh,” Thatch made and blinked. His eyes wandered to the big lynx lying on the floor, completely unperturbed by the happenings and happily licking the last morsels of meat from a bone with a quiet purr.

“He’s dead!” somebody wailed. And then another one: “Not again! Shit! Shitshitshit!”

Faintly, he heard Black Jack somewhere in the back: “There’s a barrel right his size down in storage. We can make him disappear, nobody needs to know.”

Thatch gave Ace an experimental shake but except for a minuscule increase in the size of the sauce bubble below his nose nothing happened. “Ace, my boy… I don’t know what you’re pulling, but… stop it?” Thatch lifted his head when two figures sauntered into the kitchen and looked back over his shoulder.

“We didn’t kill him!” somebody shrieked in alarm. “I was never here,” Black Jack added and slipped out of the door.

Saki and Saber came to stand on either side of their captain and didn’t look the least bit concerned. Thatch’s eyebrows shot up as Saber reached out to grab another handful of Ace’s hair and politely asked: “May I?”

Saki pulled the bowl of food away from under him and rummaged around her pockets and when her hands came back empty, she gestured towards the kitchen towel. “Can you hand me that, please?” Thatch’s eyebrows wandered higher and he let go to grab the towel and give it to her.

Both Spade Pirates thanked him and Saber lifted his captain’s head higher for Saki to wipe away at least the biggest portion of the food on his face before folding the towel up and placing it below his head. When she was done, Saber unceremoniously let go of the hair and Ace’s head thudded back onto the table, the impact barely cushioned by the towel. A soft snore escaped from his mouth and then he was quiet again.

Thatch looked expectantly at the Spade Pirates, who stood with their arms crossed in front of their chest, watching their captain. When they remained silent, he cleared his throat. “Alright, I have to ask. What the ever-loving fuck?”

Distracted momentarily, they both turned to look at him. “Oh,” Saber said as if this was just one of their usual Tuesday routines. “He does that sometimes.”

Saki shrugged. “It’s when he sleeps too little and gets too exhausted. Add good food to the mix and all the blood goes to the stomach, I think.” She reached out a hand and gently prodded his cheek. There was no reaction.

“Out like a light from one moment to the next,” Saber added with a grin. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine in a few minutes. It never lasts long.”

Saki looked up again and smiled at Thatch. “Only happens with good food, though. So it’s a compliment, hm?” He would have preferred compliments that didn’t make his sous-chef faint but he’d take what he could get.

It was at that moment that Marco came skidding into the kitchen, blue flames bursting from his frame in waves. The moment his gaze met Thatch’s, he relaxed immediately, his shoulders dropping as he sighed. “I was told somebody died-yoi.”

Saber grabbed Ace’s hair again, lifted his head, and let it drop down one more time. “No, he’s fine.” He shifted away uneasily when Saki threw him a glare as she snapped at him. “Stop doing that, you’ll bruise him!”

“He’s always bruised anyway. He won’t even notice,” Saber retorted, frowning. “Look at him! Band-aid! Band-aid! Scratch! Bruise!” He pointed at every single one for emphasis. Saki didn’t seem impressed and took a step closer to Ace, holding out a protective hand over his head.

Marco looked at them for a long moment, then at Ace and finally at Thatch. “Do I wanna know?”

Thatch pursed his lips and shrugged somewhat helplessly. “I don’t even know, man.” Then he looked down and toed his sous-chef carefully. “Since you’re here, though… do you mind taking a look at Dario? I need him for dinner.”

Warily Marco made his way over, shaking his head and wondering how the Spade Pirates had ever managed to make it through the New World with a captain that looked like he’d almost drowned in his food, a giant cougar lynx as one of their main combatants and a crew that squabbled like a bunch of unruly siblings with only a constantly exhausted involuntary doctor keeping them in check. He snorted a laugh. Perhaps that was their secret, after all.

His train of thought derailed when Ace suddenly lurched upright and blinked around drowsily before reaching out a hand, grabbing Saki’s top and pulling it – and her enclosed in it – towards him to wipe his face clean on her shirt with a groan.

“Ace!” she snapped, stumbling in her attempt to retain both her balance and her modesty, and quickly yanked the cloth out of his grasp – not quick enough to avoid getting a face-sized chili con carne print smack in the middle of her top. “Not again! Ace! That was one of my good shirts! I swear to god…!”

Saber scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Amateur. You stood too close.”

“Huh?” Ace asked, blinking drowsily up at her, no sign of comprehension on his face.

“It’s your fault anyway!” Saki snapped, grabbing the kitchen towel formerly used as Ace’s pillow and throwing it at the musician, who caught it out of the air.

“How is it my fault?! You were too close, you should have known better!” Saber defended himself and dropped the towel on top of Ace’s head. “Ace, wipe your chin. You’ve got some left there.” Their captain complied immediately.

“I stood far enough away until you kept dropping his face onto the table – that makes it your fault!” She huffed and grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it a bit away from her body with a grimace to take a closer look. The chances of getting those stains out again were slim at best. Then, as if the thought occurred to her at that moment, she swiveled around to glare at both commanders. “Both of yours, too! You distracted me!”

Thatch blinked at her in surprise, lifting his hands in immediate surrender, while Marco quirked a brow at her, a grin tugging on his lips.

“It’s his face, not ours! Complain to him!” Saber cut in before either of them could answer and gestured toward Ace who had managed to pull the towel off his head and was looking slightly more conscious by the moment.

“Guys, you’re really loud, you should probably keep it down a bit,” he murmured, still blissfully ignorant of the ire he had drawn upon himself with that single sentence. He yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Marco met Thatch’s eyes and they both shared a little chuckle. It became more evident by the day that they’d have their hands full with the little pirate crew they had taken on board.

#one piece fluff #ace one piece #portgas d. ace #gol d. ace #portas d. ace #one piece #spade pirates #spade pirates saki #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates #marco one piece #marco the pineapple #marco the phoenix #thatch #thatch one piece #one piece bingo

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vicious-vixxxen · 4 years ago

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Kirishima x Male!Reader: First ‘I Love You’

I’m back on my Kirishima shit, so just bare with me- he really is one of my fav bois, and he’s just so sweet, can you even blame me? Though I’m almost finished with season 4 finally, and Tamaki is quickly closing in as the bestest sweet boi ;) But yes, enjoy this little blurb, as I continue working on actual prompt fills- I just keep getting distracted, don’t @ Me Enjoy <3 Kirishima x Male!Reader

Saturday nights in the dorms usually went one of two ways. Most of, if not all of class 1A were walking corpses, after accepting an extra day of training, not often offered by Aizawa in the first place: which is why they all usually accepted. Though that usually meant back at the dorms by two, and once everyone was showered, given a chance to finally catch their breath, and come together to make dinner, it was pushing six, and by then everyone was taking a note out of Bakugou’s book and crashing early. Some not even making it back to their rooms- sprawling out across the common area, and groggily rising too early the next morning, stiff necked and a little grumpy. /But/, if classes let out normally on Friday, and everyone was in bed at a reasonable enough time, Saturday’s were the absolute SHIT. A group breakfast to start, always. Bakugou aggressively whipping together a horde of spicy cinnamon french toast, and bacon, everyone stuffing their faces, discussing the previous week’s accomplishments. Areas in need of improvement, etcetera. Though without the added pressure of being in the midst of classes, and homework. They could reflect calmly, gather and offer tips, all smiles and jokes and general good naturedness. After breakfast, everyone split off to get ready for the day. Keeping the dorm stocked was a responsibility up to you all, which meant splitting the allotted weekly allowance the class was given, and separating into groups to get all the shopping for the coming week done. Groceries, cleaning supplies, toiletries, /unmentionables/. You all worked as a group, and allowing for a few stray hours of wandering, and personal shopping, visiting with family, you’d all be back around five. With the groceries put away, all errands run, the dorm dissolved into pure chaos. Different types of music blaring from individual rooms- dance dance revolution set up in the common room, the loudest of them all- all the dorm room doors open, save for Tokoyami’s, of course- and passing by any would give you a curious glimpse into the comfortable life the occupants had taken up there. “Wanna help me...ya know?” Kiri whispered into your ear, standing behind the sofa, bent down to nuzzle your temple, and speak. Blushing lightly, and giving you a sharp, lopsided grin as you broke your gaze from Denki’s...bold choice in dance movements against Mina. Noting Kirishima’s gaze moving up and down, before he jerked his head back in the direction of his room. Oh. Guess it was time for a touch up, huh?

Grin to match, you nodded, taking Kiri’s hand when he offered it, and allowing him to tug you up and over the sofa, nearly tripping over each other in your haste to get back to his room. Thirty minutes later, with a look of concentration on your face, you gently applied hair dye to the other boy’s roots. Hips swaying left and right, as Kirishima tapped his feet, and played air drums dramatically- making it difficult, but not impossible for you to get at all his roots. This was routine at this point. Ever since the two of you had started dating the year before, Kirishima was quick to let you in on his hair care secrets. It was only a matter of time before you caught him with a little bit of black peeking through, so rip the bandaid off all at once, Kirishima thought. It really was adorable how concerned he’d been over it. Muttering like Midoriya, before standing tall and announcing you’d have to love him for his box dye, or not at all! And here you were. Touching up his roots for maybe the hundredth time? If he needed any more clarification. The moron. But he was your moron. Getting more aggressive in his drumming, no doubt trying to mimic Bakugou in his mind, the hopeless goof. You smiled, despite yourself, as the song switched over, and you tilted Kirishima’s head back to get at the front you’d sectioned off. Mouthing the remix down at your boyfriend, and closing your eyes briefly as the beat pumped, and your body felt relaxed enough to collapse. But in a totally cool way, not like, a narcoleptic way. You hoped. ‘I will always love you,” you breathed in time, voice barely audible over the array of noises in, and outside of the dorm, but Kirishima watched, enraptured, mouth slightly agape as he read your lips. ’-I’ll love you forever’ you continued. Opening your eyes again, and staring down at Kiri’s. Breath hitching as you took in his pure, unadulterated admiration. And…. “Mmph!” Kirishima hummed suddenly, against your lips, as you’d leaned down to kiss him- both of you giggling against each other’s lips afterwards, as you moved around him. Careful of your gloved hands, and the brush of dye in hand, as you straddled the boys lap, and scooted forward till you were comfortable. Kirishima’s hands instinctively coming to rest on your waist. Palms sliding up and around to rub your back, as you continued applying dye top his hair. The two of you were quiet after, taking in the sounds of the dorms, and feeling the music blaring through Kirishima’s radio. Until you’d finished applying the dye, finally, and set your tools aside. Peeling off your gloves, and wiggling your sweaty fingers in Kiri’s face. Laughing suddenly as he nipped at them with sharp teeth. “That felt like a threat,” You teased, wrinkling your nose cutely at your boyfriend- Kirishima, ever the fan of the expression, beaming up at you, and kissing at your collarbone, where your shirt had ridden down. “That’s me, the boyfriend eater. Hide your boyfriends or i’ll gobble em up, all manly like”, Kiri boasted, and you couldn’t help but snort- having to restrain yourself from running your hands through his hair. For now. “We both know you’re tasty enough,” Kirishima added, winking at you, and you rolled your eyes, smacking the boys chest gently, before wrapping your arms carefully around his neck, and shifting back and forth in his lap to the new rhythm from the radio. At some point though, as you stared down at Kirishima- matching grins on your faces, as Kiri raised a hand to boop at your nose, and your lips, something hot, and happy ran through you. A sudden realization, as you stared into those gorgeous red pools he called eyes. It seared through you, racing down your spine, and jolting you up in your boyfriend's lap so suddenly, he paused- always on red alert, brows raised in question. It had never been something either of you had worried about saying- had never even truly discussed it. You cared about each other deeply, your connection since beginning your journeys at UA unprecedented. You’d watched each other grow, been there for the ride. Helped each other. Loved each other. Because you did love Kirishima. And he knew that...but not until just then, the scent of dye clinging to the air, did you realize you were, in fact, in love with him. You were in love with Kirishima. Wow. Your face was unreadable for a few long moments, before you huffed- almost in disbelief- and kissed at Kiri’s questioning thumb, now brushing along your jaw, and lips. “What? Kirishima asked finally, unable to take the silence. “Just realizing how absolutely, unequivocally in love I am with you. Kinda jarring,” You admitted, candid as ever, noting the way Kirishima froze beneath you. Mouth agape, and eyes wide. “Was that lame?” You asked as an afterthought, lips slowly pulling into a grin as Kirishima opened and closed his mouth several times, before his hands found their way up and around your jaw. Hesitating again, just a moment, as through the process what he;d just heard once more- before smashing your lips together. Heat, and passion, and love, all pouring into that one intimate gesture, and fuck it. Your hands carded through the sticky red dye clinging to the boy's roots, as you kissed back. Kissing until you absolutely couldn’t breathe anymore, and breaking away to pant, though only centimeters away from each other’s mouths. Foreheads pressed together, red dye smearing between the two of them, completely forgotten. “I love you too,” Kirishima sighed, hugging you close, and peppering your face with kisses. “So, so much. Love you so much, holy- I love you? Haha! I love you! I love you!” He shouted, bringing a deep blush to your cheeks, almost as red as your forehead now was as you wondered idly if anyone could hear him. Until you realized, you didn’t give one shit if they did. “I love you too! Again!” You shouted back, bursting into a fit of laughter with Kirishima, as you kissed again. And again, and again, and again.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima #eijiro kirishima imagine #eijiro kirishima x male reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima imagine #viciousvixxxen

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lqtraintracks · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by the incomparable @the-starryknight for her Tuesday TLC Zone! Thank you, Starry! Or maybe I should be cursing you because it's a really difficult question: What is one piece of yours that you would use to introduce someone to your work? This is a particularly vexing problem for those of us who have been here for years. I've written right around 240 stories for HP fandom. I suppose the easy way out would be to just pick Right Hand Red and be done with it. That's not a bad choice. I've been told it's lured its fair share of folks into Drarry, which is just lovely to hear. But while I love and have a soft spot in my heart for that fic, if I were going to pick a longer Drarry to use, I'd probably point people to Blood and Fire. I think it encapsulates a lot of what I love to write: yearning, regret, UST, pining, repairing your life after you've fucked it up, found family, good friends. It's also got a couple of my own favorite sex scenes in it, so that doesn't hurt. There's also a hug, or rather an embrace, that made me sit here and sob writing it. But if I wanted to point someone to something shorter, I'd probably go with A Pain of Our Choosing. I love a couple of fucked up boys post-war, back at school not knowing how to navigate any of it and falling into a sexual relationship out of a desire for intimacy, for safety in numbers, as a way to try to feel good things and forget bad ones. I love bringing them together messily and letting them respond to finding something more than what they were looking for and to grow with each other from that. And then I'm like, but I sometimes write threesomes. And if that's what somebody likes, I'd throw them My Name in Your Mouth. It's got some of my favorite things tossed all in one fic: rentboy, praise, Teddy POV, double pen... Ahem. And imo, it's just so so sweet. There's such pining and love with the lust. I love how the three of them fit together and make a family but circuitously, in this sort of lovably fucked up way. And then of course I feel bad for leaving off the femslash, but I truly don't know which one I would pick; that's too hard. I hope this is a good and tasty sampling! I'm sorry I couldn't narrow it to one. Considering the amount I've written, I feel really good about three! :D Thanks so so much for the tag, Starry! I'll now add some wonderful people to give this a try: @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @ruinsplume, @maesterchill, @shealwaysreads, @glittering-git, @skeptiquewrites, @sweet-s0rr0w

#tuesday tlc zone #the starryknight

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7fckingidiots · 4 years ago

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Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

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(Mostly) Destiel Fic Recs #5

This is a LONG recs post because it’s been a while since I did an update and I fell hard into reading one author’s work (DeanRH). In fact I could easily do a rec post just of their fics alone, but for this round I’m just going to pick out a handful of my absolute favorites so far, the ones I’d recommend to start out with, along with more other authors’ works I’ve especially enjoyed lately.

Absolution at the Five-and-Dime by DeanRH (125k) - this is perhaps THEE DeanRH fic to start with if you want a good, long read with a little bit of everything (Roadtrips! Intriguing casefic! Americana! Tasty Dean/Cas pining! Wing!kink and unique angel lore! Kinky soul fisting and tentacles!) It’s kind of two of parallel stories in one: the first, a flashback to Dean and Sam's first year hunting on their own (as well as trying to avoid hunting, and John in general); the second on how Dean and Cas finally get together during an unusual case and when Dean is able to really let go of his past trauma and accept himself/accept love from Cas.

What I love about DeanRH’s work is that they write from the unique point of view of a drifter, so they understand living on the road, traveling place to place, and the highs and lows of that life like no others I’ve encountered in SPN before. (The author’s notes are often as much fun to read as the stories themselves). They also write a kickass angel!Cas and never lose sight of his non-human traits and background. Their writing style is unique - almost poetic in nature, and I know some readers have found it difficult to get into. But it works really well for me in their SPN fic...gives it the flavor of oral story telling as might actually happen at a drifter’s camp (with one story written exactly as such). Be warned this particular fic does play up the idea of John Winchester being mentally abusive and Dean having to turn tricks when he was younger in order to support him and Sam, so there is some dark stuff. But as someone who grew up with mentally abusive parent, reading this was extremely cathartic to me and believably written (unlike some stories that go too over the top with abusive John, or just don't understand how that kind of abuse leaves lifetime psychological scars.)

The rest of this round’s recs below the cut.

Carnevale by DeanRH (18k) - Actually the first fic by this author I read, because I just couldn’t resist a story set in my favorite place in the world, Venice, Italy. Castiel is the Angel of Venice, banished there for so long he does not even know or remember the reasons why. But Carnevale season is the one time a year he can let his wings out - figuratively and literally. And during this particular Carnevale season, he meets an intriguing masked young American tourist there with his brother and their one night stand turns into something far more powerful than either expected. This one’s hot, romantic, and achingly sad at the end as it all ties together unexpectedly with canon-verse...though with a hint for the future so it’s definitely not totally sad. I loved how DeanRH clearly understands Venice as a fellow lover of the city, the side of it most tourists never see unless they spend a long time there. This story made me cry just from wanting to be back in Venice again.

Ice cream was sweeter, food more satisfying, everything was an epicurean delight. There was just something magical about Venice, and he had lived here in the city for hundreds of years, so the shine should have worn off by now.

But it didn't, and there was always something more, something wonderful to discover around the next corner. The painted eaves of a church. The beauty of two women dancing with flowers in their teeth across the Piazza San Marco one day, overcome by the sheer joy of just being there. The way the university students still created Venetian masks, like Castiel's extravagant volto mask and Dean's humble servetta muta, with crafts that had been handed down across the generations. The morning silence that lay against the stones.

Hard Landing by DeanRH (26.9k) - A bit similar in theme to Carnevale. A pre-series Dean and Sam are sight-seeing in Spain when an angel, struck by a babel-spell, crash lands right in front of Dean. A strange yet seriously hot encounter with the angel turns into something much more complicated when the brothers return home and realize something more serious is afoot and they are both trapped in the middle of it. This is another story where things are very much not as they seem at first (as fun as that is!) It features master strategist Cas at his best, with a side helping of delightful trickery care of Gabriel and Balthazar as they deal with Lucifer, Michael...and a few others along the way.

The Sacred Band of Thebes by DeanRH (14.5k) - The last DeanRH fic I’m gonna allow myself to include in this round up, because it’s just very soft and sweet and beautiful - for a story about Dean & Cas being magically transported back in time to ancient Sparta! This is another story infused with a great knowledge of place and history, with some wonderfully delightful original characters added in that make it all the more enjoyable to read.

And now on to some other authors, I promise!

IPAMIS OL OLPRIT by emmbrancsxx0 (56k). A really wonderful fic that take a different look at what might have happened with a temporarily resurrected John Winchester during Season 14. Dean & Cas are in an established relationship here, and John here isn’t too happy about it — though mostly because he sees Cas (and Jack) as monsters, the kind of monsters he spent his lifetime hunting. This is a great fic for the emotional complexity of how John, Dean and Cas are all handled. John isn’t a cardboard evil dad, Dean is struggling between his loyalty to his father and to Cas, and Cas is increasingly bitchy/frustrated at Dean still being so desperate for his father’s approval (and all the more complex for not just being a quietly suffering perfect supporting boyfriend.) There’s some great action sequences in this too along with the emotional angst and a delicious dose of hurt!Cas if that’s your thing (as it is for me :D)

Abrenuntio by Neonbat (51k). A very dark but compelling AU take on the/a apocalypse universe. Dean, Sam and John are all alive in this post-angel war-apocalyptic world. They are part of a group of human survivors fighting against the angel army when they manage to capture “Blue” — a particularly feared angel of death. Dean is tasked with bringing Blue in for interrogation and he becomes a prisoner in their camp after John is killed. As mentioned, this is a pretty dark/sad fic (with some rather gruesome torture scenes) but I still found it quite compelling as a look at how things could have gone in some other parallel universe. And somehow the author manages to make the Dean/Cas relationship come together despite them starting out as complete enemies. This is one of those AUs that works for me because the core of the characters really shine through despite the differences in the setting.

if it all fell to pieces tomorrow by spocklee (37k) - a gorgeous post-Empty rescue fic that takes an approach I haven’t really seen explored in detail before (despite being something I’ve actually thought about as something that could’ve happened.) What if Cas has spent so long denying himself happiness, and then trapped in regrets and false-rescue scenarios created by the Empty, that he can’t trust that his rescue is real? And so he runs off to be on his own - literally stealing the Impala because he can’t handle being in Dean’s presence one moment longer - and only slowly comes to terms with the idea that it’s over now and he can be happy with/around his friends and family. This one’s both deliciously angsty and at times funny/sweet, looking at Cas’s relationships not just with Dean but with Sam, Jack, Claire, even Eileen. It does some fun stuff with other returned angels and demons who now find themselves back on Earth (and human), and...I just really enjoyed this one a lot.

Both Saved and Lost by angelfishofthelord (13.7k) Gen Cas character study, absolutely gorgeous and sad and one of those fic I couldn’t stop thinking about the day after reading it. AU where Apocaverse!Cas isn’t immediately killed by our Cas during 13x22 but instead hitches a ride back to the main ‘verse. Dean and Sam want to keep him alive for information on Michael; Cas is torn and trying to figure out just how similar—or different—they really are. Some great angel stuff here (I also highly recommend this author’s Jack & Cas “dadstiel” fics, they’re equally lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.)

flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k) - THEE “What exactly did Dean eat in Purgatory, anyway?” fic you’ve probably already heard about. *cough* I’ve been trying to work up the courage to read this one for a while and finally gave in and OH MY CHUCK I’m so glad I did. It’s perversely disturbing and beautiful at the same time, Cas is wonderfully DERANGED and ALIEN in that way that I love it when fics managed to convey just how much angels are NOT human. Do heed the tags.

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (11k) - Another one for the weird-as-fuck-angel!Cas lovers’ list. Heaven/canon-compliant fic where Dean knows he should feel happy and at peace but he just...isn’t, even with Cas and all of his friends and family there. He finally goes looking for Cas when he’s been absent for a time and, for the first time, gets to not just see but experience his true form. Another one that hits some kinks I knew I had and others I didn’t...until now. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

don't ask me where i've been by saltwound / @1x06 (8k) - I can never resist a good 09x06 fiction gap fic! What makes this one really stand out is how well it captures Cas’s internal voice - his struggles adapting to human senses, limitations and emotions versus what/how he experienced things as an angel. The longing and feelings between Dean & Cas here are so achingly beautiful and I just wanted to cry when Cas says he misses hearing Dean’s prayers, so Dean, he...oh, I’m not going to spoil it. *happy sigh* Just read it.

this room is wrong by DarkHeartInTheSky (12k) - Sometimes I like torturing myself with some good 15x03 divorce arc angst and this fic hit that button just so. It’s an alternative take on where Cas might have ended up after leaving the bunker and features some great Cas & Sam friendship feels, when Sam sets out to try to bring Cas home. It’s all the stuff you’d wish the writers would’ve let them talk out in canon.

Well that’s more than enough for this round! Go forth, read and give some great writers some kudos & comment love!

#fic recs #my fic recs #destiel recs #destiel #deancas recs #my destiel recs

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Baby, You’re Perfect

Pairing: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Weight insecurity, negative body image/icky thoughts, body shaming from relatives, talks about skipping a meal once, general stuff like that. Kirishima’s reader is actively trying to lose weight. Cursing/language throughout (but mostly in Bakugou’s)

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Author’s Note:

And here we have yet another request that is super old. I’m talking this has been chillin in my inbox for three good months. My sincere apologies, anon. And again, I’m sorry that that had to happen to you. Your grandma has no right to speak to you in that way. You’re making great progress and that’s amazing! Keep going strong, I believe in you. Anyhow, I had a lot of fun doing this request! We all need more chubby y/n on this website.

Yes, it says Hawks but I contacted the anon and we switched it to Denki bc I don’t write for Keigo (and we had a lovely conversation. they’re very nice :D).

Also the first two insults are things that have actually been said/done to me irl (hehe tasty self projection) and the last one in Denki’s is from an episode from Tuca and Birdie (it’s a good show).

Anyway, be nice to people. Respect others and speak to them as equals. We’re all human beings here, trying to get by. We’re also like a month away from 2021, I shouldn’t have to say that >:(

Happy Thanksgiving!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired of their faces, tired of their words. You were headed home early, and you would not be sorry.

You didn’t hate your family. They could just be a little . . . difficult sometimes.

At first, it had gone well. You’d arrived at your aunt’s house yesterday for a family gathering and met up with everyone. They’d hugged you and asked you how you were doing. They’d even asked after your pro hero boyfriend, who you had chosen not to bring along for the purpose of spending some quality alone time with your family.

But then it happened; the thing you’d been dreading, the type of comment you’d hoped against all things you wouldn’t hear this time. But there it was.

You were nearly done preparing for lunch, helping to place dishes of food out in the backyard for your family meal. Your aunt was starting to serve people food, and you happened to glance up to see one of your cousins making herself a plate.

“Do you want any more?” your aunt asked your cousin, ready with her ladle.

“No, thank you, I’ve got enough.” Your cousin flipped her long perfect hair over a perfectly narrow shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to get fat like—” her gaze wandered over to you, meeting your eyes pointedly, “—some people.”

You faltered. Had she really just said that? About you? Well, it wasn’t impossible that it would come from her, but seriously? Today?

You swallowed a lump that had started forming in your throat, setting down the new stack of paper plates. Your aunt shot you a pitying glance. Was she even going to say something? Would she call your cousin out on her words?

No. She just moved on. Moved on like you should have. But something about it stuck with you. Your cousin’s words and implications rang through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach. You shouldn’t let it bother you this much. You were doing better, both with your habits and your confidence. So why did it hurt so bad?

The darker thoughts you’d kept at bay began to come back; you were worthless, you were ugly, you were undeserving. Why wouldn’t they stop? Why was your stomach churning and your hand shaking? Before you knew it, hints of tears began to prick at your eyes.

No.

You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you this way. But you were no longer interested in staying, any sense of hunger leaving you for sick dread.

Next thing you knew, you had said an early goodbye and put your things in the car, headed back home. Maybe driving wasn’t the best idea, since now you were alone with your thoughts. But crying wasn’t worth it. It was a bad idea, especially since now was the time to focus on the road ahead.

You couldn’t have gotten home sooner, a sense of relief washing over you once you pulled into the driveway. You unlocked your front door, pulling your bags in behind you. You heard movement coming from the kitchen as you set everything down; the sound of the faucet turning off signaling to you that Katsuki had heard you come in.

Heaving a sigh, you tried to chase the negative thoughts from your head. They shouldn’t be there, and it wasn’t something to dwell on. You were home again, and you wouldn’t have to deal with your family for another few months at least.

Bakugou’s head peeked out from around the doorframe, double checking that it was you who had walked in. “What are you doing here?” he called, ducking back to whatever he’d been doing in the kitchen.

“Hello to you too.” You tried to keep the tartness out of your voice, but some of it must have crept back in. The sounds from the other room stopped again, and the house went eerily quiet. Huffing, you dragged your luggage into your shared bedroom.

You felt drained, that was the only way to describe it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to hang your clothes in the closet. Giving up, you laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but hear your cousin’s words ringing over and over in your head, reminding you of the countless years of both internal and external torment you’d gone through regarding your weight.

The sound of footsteps in the doorway made you glance down, registering a spiky blond head of hair approaching you on the bed. You said nothing as the mattress dipped next to you, indicating that Bakugou had come up on your side.

The two of you were silent together for a long moment, and a stolen glance told you that Katsuki was mirroring you with his head resting on his arms as he stared at the blank ceiling.

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you in this mood?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “My cousin can just be a pain sometimes.”

“She the one you were telling me about or is it someone else?”

“Same girl.”

“Hmm.” Bakugou continued to keep his eyes trained solely up above. “What did she do this time?”

“Called me fat.” You tried to keep your voice even. You were simply stating a fact. It shouldn’t bother you like this, right? Even so, the tears you’d been forcing back once again rushed to your eyes, causing your tone to pitch. You swallowed them down again, blinking rapidly. This wasn’t something to spend time crying over.

“Don’t let it get to you,” Katsuki said, a little unhelpfully. “I don’t want to see you hating yourself.”

You frowned at this. “I don’t hate myself,” you said, thinking about your words for a moment before you spoke them. “I don’t hate my body. It’s just that . . . sometimes I wish it looked a little better, a little different. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m enough as I am.”

“Don’t tell me you think you’d be happier looking like everyone else.” Bakugou’s gaze had shifted from a blank one to a glare.

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “It’s just . . . hard sometimes. Being like this.”

Finally Bakugou rolled to face you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know you . . . struggle with your self-image or whatever, but you can’t let it take over your life, got it? You can’t just waste it worrying about what everyone thinks of you. You’re never going to be able to please everyone, but if they’ve got a problem with you, then they can go fuck themselves. You want to know the one person’s opinion who matters most? Yours. You have to be the one who’s taking care of yourself.” Katsuki paused for a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he considered his words.

“You want to know who’s opinion is the second most important?” he continued, his voice starting to get a little more mumbly. “Mine. I picked you because I love you. I love everything about you, from your shitty, annoying personality to your gorgeous body. You are so much more than just ‘enough’ for me, so don’t go worrying about that. You’re everything to me, and you know that, right? I love you no matter what, so don’t let this ruin your whole day.” He kissed your knuckles, signaling that he had said his peace.

You smiled at him, a tear or two finally sneaking past your defenses. “How—how do you do that?”

“What?”

“Sometimes you say something horribly stupid and I swear I hate you, and then next thing I know, you’re telling me everything I need to hear.”

“Tch, I can be eloquent whenever I want. It’s a choice.”

“Alright.” You rolled over so you could properly face him. “Can I have a hug?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but nevertheless held open his arms. You happily snuggled into the hard, built muscle enveloping you, offering a beautiful contrast to your own soft body.

“Do you need me to talk to your cousin?” Bakugou asked. “I’ll do it.”

“Nah, let her go.” You nuzzled your nose into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Kirishima:

You honestly expected your family to last longer when it came to keeping from upsetting you. Nevertheless, maybe you were being a little too optimistic. But come on, did they have to ruin everything the literal second you walked through the door?

Even after the scathing comment, followed by a half-hearted, hasty brushing off, you forced yourself to spend time with them. It wasn’t often that you got to see this half of your family, so you decided to ignore it with the rest of them.

But as you sat on the couch sipping tea, you were unable to focus on the light conversation buzzing around you. The event that happened mere minutes before played over again in your mind, causing you to wince.

You’d walked into the house, prepared to greet everyone and have a nice time, when your aunt looked up from her position on her arm chair. “Hello, (Y/N),” she’d begun. “Ah, look, you’re still fat.”

Your heart had almost literally stopped beating in your chest as you froze in the threshold. Had she just said what you thought you heard? You must have been mistaken, right?

Any positive anticipation you’d had of seeing your relatives had plummeted to your feet, and you strongly considered turning around in place and leaving without another word.

But you couldn’t do that, of course not. Then your aunt had begun to babble something about how it made you look cute like a baby, but her words had already done their damage.

You tolerated the rest of your afternoon with them, but it was a great relief to you when you were finally able to leave and go home. As soon as you pulled into your driveway, you exhaled a sigh of relief. It was over with, and it hadn’t been that bad.

Eijirou wasn’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t be long after you. You went about making dinner, knowing he’d appreciate it once he got home. He was always so tired these days.

Even so, as you stirred broth in a pot, your aunt’s words rang in your head. You vaguely remembered telling her about your weight loss a month ago. You figured you’d been making considerable progress, and you knew that no one was more proud of you than Eijirou himself. But had it really made a difference?

After a moment of fretting, you turned off the stove. You walked into your shared bedroom, flicking on the light. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, going up to it. Turning your body this way and that, you tried to see if you recognized a change in your appearance. You lifted your shirt, only to wince at yourself and tug it back down. You pinched at your arms, your thighs, and your cheeks, growing almost angry at the way your fingers sunk into the flesh.

Maybe you hadn’t been making as much progress as you’d thought. Or the progress you had made wasn’t enough. Without you even realizing it, your mind began to toy with ways to speed things up. Guiltily, you found yourself wondering if Eijirou would notice if you just skipped dinner that night.

You shook your head to clear away the intrusive idea. No, that wouldn’t solve anything. Eijirou had told you that he’d help you lose weight the right way, so you’d stay healthy and be able to keep it off. It would be best to listen to him.

Still, you found your eyes glued to your reflection. You wouldn’t consider yourself vain, but there was something in the way that your eyes traced over your curves, wondering just how they might look on you if only you were a little smaller . . . .

Movement behind you in the mirror caught your eye, and you were quick to recognize a head of spiky red hair. You must not have heard Kirishima come in through the front door.

“Hello,” you said with less cheer than usual.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted you, coming up from behind to give you a hug.

You leaned back into his chest as you both stared at each other’s reflections.

“Checking out my perfect girlfriend?” he teased, referring to how your eyes continued to trace down your body. “That’s my job, you know.”

You snorted, gently rubbing at his forearm.

“So how was your family?”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

“I saw you left something on the stove. Are you doing okay?”

Oh, Kirishima. How did he do it?

You shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really have a good time there. Got a little upset is all.”

Eijirou frowned. “What happened?”

You took one of his hands in yours and began to play with his fingers, now determined to keep your eyes from catching another glimpse of yourself. “My aunt told me I was fat.”

You missed the flash of genuine anger that shot through Kirishima’s eyes. He knew this was something you’d struggled with for a long time. Your aunt had no business making comments like that about your body, especially now.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, deciding to keep himself calm for your sake.

You continued to fiddle with his large hands. “I just worry sometimes that I’m not doing enough,” you mumbled. “What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m just meant to look like this?” You sniffled, hating the sudden tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.

“Honey . . .” Eijirou spun you around and held you to his chest, running a hand down the back of your head as you finally let the tears slide down your face. You nuzzled into his shirt, appreciating the warm, familiar feeling of it. “Even if you weren’t able to lose more weight, you know I’d still love you, right?” he said in a tender voice. “I’d think you’re beautiful either way.”

He tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes, giving you one of the most loving gazes you’d ever seen. “And besides, we’re not together because of how you look. I love you for you. I love your personality, and how you always say and do the cutest things.” He bent down for a quick kiss, caressing your cheek as he pulled away. “I love your laugh, and I love looking into your beautiful eyes . . . .” He kissed you again, beginning to gently guide your bodies to the bed at the other wall.

Eijirou laid you down in the center of the mattress, hovering over you as he went in for another kiss. “I love your body too. This body, just the way it is. I love how it feels to hold you at night—” he kissed your neck. “—I love your chest, your butt, your arms, your thighs—” he nuzzled his nose against your face and neck. “—your cute tummy.” He pushed himself up and gazed down at it with such a genuine expression of love, you almost started tearing up again. “The cutest tummy in the world. And I love it because it’s yours.”

With that, he bent down again and lifted up your shirt just enough to give it a little kiss. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips, which only made his ruby red eyes dart up to meet yours mischievously.

“You like that? What if I did it . . . again!” He placed a second kiss in a different spot, going for another and then another. You broke out into laughter, the sensation of his lips and nose brushing over your sensitive skin making you squirm in his hold.

Soon, he was laughing himself. He nuzzled into your skin one last time and blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Eiji—!” you began to protest through a laugh.

“What?” He smirked at you, moving up and settling his chin in the valley of your chest.

You smiled right back at him, bringing up your hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. “I love you.”

Kirishima took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of your knuckles as he looked into your eyes. “I love you too, baby.” He held your hand in his, getting lost for a moment simply looking at your face.

Eventually he sat up, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “I’m proud of you too,” he told you, tucking your head under his chin. “I know you’re actively making a change for the better, and you’re doing really well. Results won’t happen immediately, you just have to stick with it sometimes.”

You sighed through your nose, taking his hand in yours again. “I know. I just get discouraged sometimes is all.”

“And I’ll just be here to put you back on track. You’ve got this, you know.” He hugged you tight against him, rubbing your back. “Are you hungry?” he finally asked. “I’ll help you make dinner.”

“Sure,” you said, chuckling lightly.

“What? We both have to eat, and you know me. I’m a hungry shark.”

You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Well, there’s always more where that came from.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m here for you, okay?”

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Kaminari:

If there was one thing Denki hated more than anything, it was seeing you upset.

He could tell something was off the moment you came through the front door. You were too quiet, and that bothered him. When you finally made it up to your shared room, Kaminari was already watching the doorway for you.

He noticed immediately that your eyes were puffy and a little red. Even your posture looked defeated and slumped over.

“Hey, Denks,” you said once you noticed him stretched out on the bed. His heart broke even further when he saw you try for a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Kaminari got up, clearing the space between you so he could put his hands on your shoulders.

“I—I just,” you began to stammer out, feeling the flimsy dam you’d placed behind your eyes begin to falter. “I . . . don’t know if I want to talk about it right now.” You covered your burning face with your palms. “It’s stupid anyway. I shouldn’t let things like that get to me.”

Kaminari frowned, trying to figure out what might have made you so upset. But he wasn’t one to pry when it came to situations like these, and he knew you’d tell him on your own time.

Even so, he led you to where he’d once taken position on the bed, pulling you up with him. He knew that sometimes you simply wanted to be distracted from things, so he decided to do just that. Allowing you to settle in next to him, he picked his controller up from the covers again where he’d set it down.

You noticed he’d been playing Minecraft. You let yourself take a mild interest in his mining session that you caught him in the middle of. You watched him wander through a cave system; placing torches, killing the occasional zombie, and mining out various ores he happened upon.

What you didn’t see was how often he shot you glances, studying your face for any signs of you getting upset again. He saw when you finally took your eyes off his screen, frowning distantly as you twisted the material of the blanket underneath you.

Before he could ask you again what was going on, you opened your mouth to speak. “Do you think this outfit is too much?”

Denki faltered, confused. “No? What do you mean by that? I think you look really pretty.”

You pursed your lips. Clearly that wasn’t the answer you’d wanted. “I just—I don’t know.” You frowned and went back to avoiding his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?” Denki asked. A sudden idea struck him. Before you could answer him again, he stood up on the bed and walked over to a shelf you kept just above it. He pulled down a large stuffed Pikachu he’d gotten you a few years ago, and went back to sitting next to you. “Would it be easier to tell him?”

Denki positioned the toy in his lap, grabbing hold of its little arms and letting it go through various motions, starting with a little wave at you.

You couldn’t help but snort at Kaminari’s antics, looking from the plushie to the curious but concerned expression on your boyfriend’s face.

“Your Pikachus are worried about you.” Denki lifted it up higher on his chest, continuing to fidget and wave the arms back and forth in a little dance. “You saw your family today, right? How did that go?”

Your face fell again and you shrugged. “It went well I guess. My grandma just said something dumb and it made me upset.”

Denki frowned, lifting the arms of the Pikachu so its hands were on its pink cheeks. “What did she say?”

You shrugged again. “I was messing around with my cousins and I said I looked like a snacc. And then she said that snacks were probably what made me so fat in the first place.”

Denki’s frown deepened. “That’s not very nice.”

“I don’t think she knew what I was talking about, to be fair. And maybe it’s a little funny. I mean, she’s not wrong.” You rested your chin in your hands, sighing. “It just caught me off guard. It’s a dumb thing to be upset over, like I said—”

“Hey.” Denki met your eyes. “It’s not dumb. You have every right to be upset.” He held his arms open to you. “Come here.”

You sat up, letting him embrace you.

“Do you need me to remind you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?” he asked from next to your ear. “Because I’ll do it.”

He took your shy smile as a yes, letting you settle back as he proceeded to lift up the stuffed yellow toy.

“Are you hearing this, bro?” he addressed it, throwing a serious look on his face. “The most gorgeous person on the planet is sad. We have to do something about it.”

Denki put the Pikachu’s paw on its chin, tapping it for a second before removing it again. “What’s that?” he asked it. “You have an idea?”

He lifted the toy to his ear, pretending to listen to it for a moment as he nodded along. Once he was satisfied, Denki scooched himself even closer to you. He brought Pikachu’s nose up to your cheek and made a kiss sound with his lips. Setting the toy down beside you on the bed, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap.

You obeyed, settling yourself in between his thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“There you go,” he muttered, slotting his nose beside yours as he touched foreheads with you. “I love you and you’re the most important person in my life. You know that, right?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “And I know that you can feel a little insecure sometimes with how you look. You’ve got bad days, and you have good days. It’s my job to be there for you on these bad days, and you can be there for me when I have mine. I want you to know that you’re so beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

He connected your lips to his for a long moment, trying to convey all his feelings for you into it. “And don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re less-than. They’re not the kind of person you should be listening to. Trust me when I say that you’re perfect just being you.” Denki wiped a tear trail off your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss the skin there.

“Thanks, Denki,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

He gave you a soft, caring smile; his fingers still lingering on your cheek. “Is there anything you want to do together to make you feel better? We could watch a movie, we could snuggle, whatever you want.”

You leaned in and hugged him tight. “I love you.”

He hugged you back. “I love you too. You’re my sunshine nugget, and it would take a heck of a lot to ever change that.”

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