#mlbb headcanons

[akivrse]

• the female fighters had their own gc (they named it world dominion or domination or something like that)

• yes benedetta is part of their gc,, yes 'cuz she's still a fighter idc

• yes LITTLE AILEE is part of it!!

• once upon a time jawhead all hell break loose on the poor device 'cuz the robot read too much unnecessary amount of curse words for a little girl (heavy side eye to ruby & masha)

• after that silvanna & freya tried, keyword: tried, to prevent them saying anymore curse word

[goldemas1244]

Kastiya Mas Dating Headcanons!

(Note: Separate list from the initial headcanons post! He's got such a way to date I love him so much! @kikiwooo I love the attention you've given him so HAVE AT YOU!!!)

He's slightly problematic. I mean his parents and friends are all blown up so really he's got a lot of trust and attachment isues. Do take note.

Dating KM is a fun adventure no matter where he takes you! From kayaking to dinners, he has an extensive bucket list of places to go and you'll both love it!

If it's a more relaxed date he'll wear something formal. He likes dress-like outfits a lot. His favourite restaurants are shellout restaurants. The lobster is a must-have. He'll take you out to a restaurant on your first date, classic.

If it's an adventurous date he'll look like his normal nude self. He'll bring a fanny pack with him though. You can never go wrong with a few spare energy bars! He'll start out with the more chill ones of course, like walks in the park.

If he doesn't know where to go he'll ask you. Just make sure to tell him two days in advance, he has a very horrid sense of time.

If you want to Netflix and Chill well then that's all the more better! He gets an excuse to stay at home and show you the ungodly amount of media he's pirated. He's gonna put on the Pirates of the Carribean movies at least once.

He likes movies with strong orchestral soundtracks, but he's not against rom-coms. He has a collection of CDs with old-timey movies in them and he soaks them all up like a sponge. His favourite is My Fair Lady.

When he watches with you expect a lot of physical contact. He'll rest on your shoulder, hold your hand, snuggle up close to you, steal your nachos (he's allergic to popcorn), maybe even sleep on you if he's tired. He likes it when you wear cologne too.

When you take it to the bed, the first nights are always nice. Cute hugs and snuggles, spooning, AC on and blankets thick. He relishes in the warmth. He's a bit of a night owl though so you really should help him sleep earlier. He'll sleep with his back towards you before he gets more comfy and uses you as a stinky pillow instead.

Mating session! He's very inexperienced so do start out slow. He likes knowing he can trust you with the next step. Aftercare is always on his budget and he'll spare no expense to make sure you feel comfortable enough for bed.

But of course as time passes on things can get a little rougher. When he lets you take full control that's how you know you've truly sealed the deal. There is no way out except either a permanent relationship or first-degree murder. No going back now, he's letting you raw him. That's a privilege right there.

Bath time is usually solo. But the more comfortable he gets with you the more he'll let you get closer. Until eventually of course he'll stop using the shower curtains and shooing you out, altogether ending up sharing the same shower AND towel.

He likes to go out shopping too, but he usually window-shops. No, what I'm saying is, take him to a bakery. It's cheaper than a new shirt AND the bread's gone in three days or less. Make sure your wallet's loaded, he's a beast when it comes to chocolate buns.

Sick days are best spent alone. It's no good if both of you get sick. Screentime is limited. You'll have to help him manage his Twitch content. But if YOU'RE sick he'll spare no potato. He'll force feed you bread and chicken soup until you get better.

Gaming dates are always fun. You get to game together and boost both your accounts! He's not the swear-y type of person though and mostly watches his language on-cam.

He likes to give and receive trinkets. Little keychains, fancy lighters, you name it he'll buy it. He'll remember the most minute detail you've mentioned and then buy you it on your birthday.

Birthdays! Pizza party instead of cake, he hates icing. He likes being fed though so treat him like a prince.

If it's been a sad day make sure to be there for him. He doesn't want advice. He just wants to know you're there for him. And he'll treat you the same way. It'll take him a while to open up to you but once the tears start to flow it means he's begging you, praying you're not like the others. You've also got to be thick-skinned though. He's very violent when he's breaking down.

Your first kiss with him is also his first kiss. He loves it when your two lips meet. He'll want another one after the first one. And another one. And another one. And so on and so on. Until there's nothing left but kisses all over, may or may not escalate.

As a Kastiyan, his moral code is a... tad skewed. Meaning if you dare enrage him he will not hesitate to shut you down no matter how much he really truly loves you. So unless you're very good at fighting and calming him down, consider yourself dead. He'll stay indoors for a grieving period of about three months. You'll stay seven feet under for the rest of your life.

He doesn't understand social cues all that much so you should help him. He can act a bit childish at times so be patient with him. Don't tease him if he makes a mistake, he's got a sensitive heart.

He likes anybody really but he's more oriented towards men. He finds a strange sense of comfort in their tummies.

He has a tendency to bite. You. No chew toy can suffice the need to severely pin you down and rip off chunks of your flesh. It's a repressed instinct. So just... let him nom on you cutely. He won't go that rough usually. Usually.

He owns a pat cat who can run on two legs. No his house isn't haunted BUT IT SURE DOES FUCKIN FELINE IT. (Get it? Feline? Feel like? Wordplay? No okay I'll see myself out-)

If he suddenly asks you if you love him, that means he's starting to feel down. Hold him by the chin, look into his eyes, say clearly that you love him, and give him a hug. And maybe opt to book a psychiatric appointment for him.

He's terrified of losing you. So within a year or two of you two dating, he'll pull the ring on you. If you're not ready, he'll try next month. And so on and so on. He's lost so many people dear to him, so you'd better not be his latest (and probably last; who knows what he'll do to himself if he loses you...).

[namjaart]

Based on the lore of the skin squads HERO and ABYSS

Translation: Selena, who always blamed everyone for our troubles, achieved the incredible: when Bruno and Chu decided to go their own way, and I went to the hospital, she cleverly intertwined both situations and transferred the blame and pain onto these guys who had already been beaten by life. Now my goal is not just a desire, it is a duty – to join in and return clarity to Selena’s thoughts.

[fangdokja]

He’ll destroy you—because that’s how much he loves you.

❤︎ Synopsis. Trapped in a twisted game of obsession and desire, you become the prize in a love that isn’t meant to be. With every breath, you’re pulled deeper into a darkness that promises nothing but your total ruination.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Scar x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Geshu Lin x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Jiyan x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Xiangli Yao x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Unholy Possession - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 4,184

♡ A/N. No yandere WuWa and MLBB x reader content? Fine, I'll do it myself.🫰🏻 As an author, I'm saying it now, Scar is my favorite yandere to write, third is Geshu Lin. WuWa Yanderes Supremacy.

♡ Scar.

Scar was the kind of man whose touch didn’t just linger—it consumed. Searing, unrelenting, and threaded with a cruelty so precise it felt surgical, his every movement seemed designed to carve his presence into your very being. He didn’t love, not in any way that resembled humanity. His idea of affection was a twisted theatre of chaos, where he choreographed the fear and desperation of his chosen prey like an artist crafting a masterpiece. And now, you were his magnum opus.

When Scar’s eyes found you, it wasn’t with the gentle curiosity of someone discovering a potential partner. No, his gaze was an oppressive weight, a predator’s fixation dissecting every inch of you with the cold precision of a scalpel. To him, you weren’t a person—you were an anomaly, a lamb that had strayed into the wrong flock. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his mismatched eyes, a smile that promised nothing but ruin.

"Do you know what happens to lambs when they wander too far?" he had asked that first night, his tone light, almost conversational. But there was no mistaking the undercurrent of menace that crackled in the space between you.

His voice wrapped around you like smoke, suffocating yet intoxicating. And when he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you—the hunter and the hunted.

"They meet the shepherd," he whispered, and you could hear the grin in his words, sharp and cruel.

From the moment he chose you, the rules of your existence shifted. He didn’t need to announce his intentions; they bled through in every lingering touch, every knowing glance. Scar didn’t pursue—he ensnared, weaving an invisible web around you that tightened with every passing moment. Your defenses, meticulously constructed over a lifetime, crumbled beneath the weight of his attention.

His hands—gloved, yet uncomfortably warm—lingered too long against your throat one night. Not to harm, not yet. Scar was a man who enjoyed the build-up, the anticipation. He pressed just firmly enough to feel the erratic rhythm of your pulse, quickening under his touch. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, the coldness in them a stark contrast to the heat of his breath against your skin.

“You look at me like I’m the monster hiding under your bed,” he murmured, his voice silken and laced with something sinister. His grip tightened, just slightly, enough to steal the air from your lungs and leave you gasping. “But darling, monsters don’t dream of you the way I do. This isn’t monstrous… it’s devotion.”

And devotion, in Scar’s hands, was a weapon. It wasn’t the warmth of an embrace or the gentle security of love. No, his devotion was smothering, a fire that consumed everything it touched. When he finally claimed you, it wasn’t an act of love but a declaration of conquest. He stripped away your defenses with the precision of a predator toying with its prey, savoring every crack in your resolve. His touch was a dance between extremes: slow and deliberate, then sudden and overwhelming. He wanted to see how far he could push you, how deeply he could carve his presence into your mind and body.

Scar wasn’t a man in those moments; he was a force of nature. Wild, unrestrained, yet disturbingly calculated. His mismatched eyes glinted with an intellect that never stopped analyzing, even in the throes of his most primal desires. He spoke to you throughout, his words a double-edged sword that cut deep into your psyche.

“You’re perfect like this,” he’d whisper, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His breath came uneven from exertion, but his voice remained steady, unyielding. “Fragile, trembling, still trying to fight. Don’t you see how beautiful that is? It’s why I chose you.”

Scar’s passion left its mark on you—bruises blooming like macabre flowers across your skin, bite marks that ached with every movement. He traced them afterward with a reverence that bordered on obsession, his gloved fingers skimming over the evidence of his control. Yet his praise was never without a barb, his words designed to bind you tighter to him.

“You’ll never leave me,” he’d say, his grin sharp enough to cut. “Not because I won’t let you… but because you’ll realize no one else will ever know you like I do. No one else can.”

And he was right, wasn’t he? Scar didn’t just see you; he dissected you, peeling back the layers of your mind and exposing every hidden thought, every buried fear. It wasn’t just physical—though his dominance there was absolute. He infiltrated every corner of your being, reshaping you into something uniquely his.

Resistance, he said, was the spice of the game. Submission, however, was his art. He didn’t demand it outright; he coaxed it with a skill that made you question if it had been your idea all along. Scar didn’t break you; he remade you. Every fragment of your will bore his mark, every thought and breath tied irrevocably to him.

Even in the rare moments of reprieve, his presence lingered. The scent of him clung to your skin, his words echoed in your mind like a brand burned into your psyche. Solitude brought no relief—it only amplified the weight of his shadow, a constant reminder that you could never escape him.

“Run, little lamb,” he’d taunt, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down your spine. From the shadows, he’d watch, his mismatched eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “You can try to leave the flock… but you’ll always belong to your shepherd.”

In the end, it wasn’t the physical chains that held you. It was the labyrinth he built in your mind, the web of terror and desire that left you questioning where he ended and you began. Scar wasn’t just a man—he was a storm that unraveled you, a force that consumed and remade you in his image. And no matter how far you ran, no matter how fiercely you fought, you knew one thing with terrifying certainty:

Scar would always find you.

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♡ Geshu Lin.

The rain had not relented for hours. Each droplet crashed against the shattered stone walls of the forsaken outpost like a drumbeat of despair. The relentless downpour seeped into the cracks of the ruins, merging with the decay and isolation that enveloped the place. Inside, the wavering glow of makeshift lanterns painted jagged shadows across the damp, cold room. The light danced erratically, reflecting the fractured reality of your situation—and the man who loomed over you.

General Geshu Lin. His name lingered in hushed tones among his own troops, spoken with reverence and fear alike. A specter on the battlefield, wielding a greatsword wreathed in black flames that had devoured countless lives. Yet, in this moment, he seemed almost more apparition than man. The rain streaked down his angular face, his eyes—dark, calculating, and haunting—fixated on you with an intensity that bordered on inhuman. It was as though he wasn’t looking at you but through you, dissecting your very essence.

“Do you know what this rain is?” he asked, his voice low and rough, a chilling whisper that slipped under your skin like a blade. He didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s not just water. Each drop is a fragment of the past, a memory dragged from the depths of time. The Retroact Rain is merciless. It unearths what should stay buried. Cruel, isn’t it?”

Your throat tightened as you tried to form words, but nothing came. The weight of his presence pressed against you, suffocating and unyielding. He chuckled softly, a sound devoid of humor, and crouched down, his face perilously close to yours. The faint scent of smoke, rain, and something metallic clung to him, a grim reminder of the battlefield he never truly left behind.

“No need to answer,” he murmured, his gloved hand brushing your cheek with a touch that was as unsettling as it was deceptively gentle. “Your silence speaks volumes. Fear. Hatred. Maybe even a flicker of defiance. It’s all written on you, plain as day. But don’t worry. I’ll strip those away soon enough.”

His fingers trailed down your jawline, leaving a burning imprint in their wake, before tilting your chin upward, forcing your gaze to meet his. The chains wrapped around his greatsword rattled faintly, as if stirred by an unseen force. The weapon rested against the wall, its dark flames pulsating softly like a living thing. The glow of his Tacet Mark on his neck shimmered faintly, an ominous sigil of the power he wielded with unnerving ease.

“They called me a monster,” he said, his voice conversational yet laced with an edge that made your pulse race. “And maybe they were right. Monsters are necessary. Someone has to shoulder the burden of sacrifice. Someone has to do what others can’t. What others won’t.”

His lips curved into a smile, but it was cold, predatory, devoid of any real warmth. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your ear. “Someone has to take control.”

Your wrists throbbed against the restraints that bound you, the coarse material digging into your skin with every futile struggle. He noticed, of course. He always noticed. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he straightened, towering over you like a judge preparing to deliver a sentence.

“Still fighting. Good,” he remarked, his tone almost amused. “I’d hate for this to be too easy.”

The air in the room grew heavier, oppressive, as though the very atmosphere conspired against you. He reached for his greatsword, lifting it with a casual grace that belied its massive size. The black flames licked at the blade’s edges, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the walls. The chains coiled around the hilt moved slightly, their motion serpentine, as if alive.

“You remind me of the soldiers who followed me into the Battle Beneath the Crescent,” he mused, his gaze distant for a moment, lost in memory. “Brave. Loyal. Utterly doomed. I told them to stand firm, and they did. To the bitter end. Do you know why?”

You couldn’t speak. You wouldn’t. And he didn’t need your answer. His smile vanished, replaced by a chilling resolve that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Because they trusted me. Just as you will.”

The room seemed to darken, the flickering lanterns dimming until only his eyes shone in the gloom, twin beacons of dominance and inevitability. He crouched once more, his free hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from your face. The gesture was grotesquely intimate, a mockery of tenderness.

“The Retroact Rain,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost coaxing, “has been kind to you. It’s shown me glimpses of who you are—or who you were. I’ll keep those pieces, you know. The ones worth saving.”

His hand slid to your throat, resting there with a possessive weight that left no room for misinterpretation. His thumb pressed lightly against your pulse, feeling the frantic beat beneath his touch.

“This fear,” he said, his gaze piercing yours, “is exquisite. But it’s wasted if you let it control you. Surrender it to me. Surrender everything.”

The rain outside intensified, the relentless pounding against the walls echoing like a war drum. His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. His lips quirked into a smile that was equal parts wicked and triumphant.

“By the time this storm ends,” he promised, his voice a dark caress that seeped into your very soul, “you won’t remember who you were before me. You won’t want to.”

The greatsword’s flames surged, casting long, writhing shadows that seemed to consume the room. And as the rain continued to fall, a terrible realization settled over you. The Retroact Rain wasn’t just dredging up the past. It was carving a future—one shaped entirely by him.

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♡ Jiyan.

The silence of the night is a palpable thing, a viscous shadow that clings to the edges of your consciousness. It seeps into your lungs with every breath, thick and unyielding, and it presses against your chest as though some unseen force is trying to carve you out from within. Outside, the wind howls, a mournful dirge that scrapes against the walls of the crumbling refuge you call home. Its wails weave through the cracks and crevices, whispering unspoken fears into your ears. But it is not the wind that holds you captive in its thrall.

It's him.

Jiyan.

Even his name feels heavy on your mind, a weight that anchors you in the pit of your dread. He is a force of nature, an unyielding constant in a world reduced to chaos and decay. Like the stubborn weeds that grow through fractured concrete, he thrives where nothing else can, his presence unshaken amidst the ruins. His quiet authority, once a source of fragile comfort, now feels suffocating. Where you had once seen stability, now lies control—unyielding, inescapable.

The walls shudder faintly, as if they too sense the storm approaching. The sound of footsteps—measured, deliberate, each one echoing like a death knell—draws closer. When the door finally groans open, it feels as though the room itself inhales sharply, bracing for his arrival. There he stands, framed by pale moonlight. The faint silver glow spills over him, casting sharp lines across his features. His gray-turquoise hair, tied back with meticulous care, gleams like a blade’s edge in the dim light. Shadows seem drawn to him, coiling at his feet like loyal hounds, elongating his already imposing figure.

His eyes, a piercing yellow that cuts through the gloom, find yours immediately. They do not waver, do not soften. Instead, they bore into you, dissecting and cataloging every nuance of your expression. His gaze alone is enough to pin you in place, your pulse pounding in your ears as though your body is trying in vain to escape his presence.

“You’re awake,” he says, his voice a deep, resonant murmur that vibrates in the hollow spaces of the room. It’s soft, but it carries a weight that makes your skin prickle. His tone is not accusatory, not overtly threatening, yet there’s something about it that freezes the words in your throat.

You manage a stammered reply, barely audible over the suffocating quiet. “I couldn’t sleep.”

The faintest shift in his expression—a flicker of displeasure—is enough to send your heart racing anew. He steps into the room, his movements precise, economical, like a predator conserving energy before the pounce.

“Lying does not suit you,” he says, his voice as calm as ever, though the edge beneath it is unmistakable. “You forget how well I know you. The tension in your shoulders, the way you avoid my gaze…” His steps bring him closer, each one shrinking the space between you, each one pressing his presence deeper into the air around you. “Your body betrays you.”

You shrink back, instinct overriding rationality. But the room offers no refuge, its corners bending to his will. He watches you with an intensity that borders on clinical, his head tilting slightly as though he’s analyzing an intricate puzzle.

“You’re pushing yourself again,” he says, softer now, though the quiet in his voice is no less oppressive. His hand rises, and you flinch, though his touch is surprisingly gentle as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. The juxtaposition of his tenderness against the weight of his presence sends a shiver down your spine. “You think I don’t notice?”

Your lips move, forming a protest that never finds its voice. His fingers linger for a moment before retreating, but the impression of his touch feels burned into your skin.

“You’re fragile,” he continues, his words laced with a kind of reverence that feels more like a warning. “This world would devour you, piece by piece, if I weren’t here to stop it. You have no idea how close you come to the edge, every time you push yourself too far.”

“I… I’m fine,” you manage, though the tremor in your voice betrays the words.

He’s closer now, close enough that the warmth of his breath ghosts across your skin. His lips curve—not into a smile, not quite. The expression is something darker, something that feels like possession. “Fine?” he echoes, his voice low, dangerous. “Is that what you tell yourself when you wake up shaking? When you stare at the walls as though they’re closing in on you?”

Your breath hitches, the truth of his words striking too close. He notices, of course. He notices everything.

“Do you think I don’t hear you at night?” he asks, his voice dropping to a whisper that coils around you like smoke. “Do you think I don’t know every fear, every nightmare that haunts you? You’re an open book to me. I’ve studied every page.”

He reaches for your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. It’s a restraint, a reminder, an unspoken assertion of his control. “You’re precious to me,” he says, and though the words are soft, there’s a fervor in them that makes your stomach churn. “Too precious to destroy yourself with your stubbornness. Too precious to risk… anything.”

His other hand rises, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with almost unbearable tenderness. The contrast between his touch and the darkness in his gaze is dizzying.

“Do you understand?” he murmurs, his voice now so quiet it’s nearly lost beneath the sound of your own heartbeat. “I won’t let anything harm you. Not this world. Not the monsters that lurk in its shadows. Not even you.”

His words sink into your mind like jagged hooks, their implications too terrible to ignore. He’s not speaking of protection in the way you once believed. This isn’t about safety. It’s about ownership, about the lengths he’s willing to go to keep you tethered to him.

The room feels smaller, the air heavier. His presence is an all-encompassing force, leaving no room for resistance, no room for thought beyond the relentless weight of him. You can’t look away, can’t even breathe without feeling his control tighten around you like a vice.

“You don’t need to fear anything,” he says finally, his voice soothing in a way that only makes it more terrifying. “Not when I’m here. Not when I’ve already decided that nothing will ever take you from me.”

The finality in his tone is absolute, a decree etched into the fabric of your existence. And as his shadow stretches further, swallowing the fragile light of the room, you’re left with the chilling certainty that this safety he offers is a cage from which there will be no escape.

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♡ Xiangli Yao.

He didn’t mean to frighten you—not at first.

Xiangli Yao prided himself on control, a rationality that pulsed through every measured action, every carefully enunciated word. It was this precision, this disarming grace, that had first lured you into his orbit. His quiet smile when he explained the intricacies of Metalmorph, the way his prosthetic hand moved with unnervingly organic fluidity, had been hypnotic. The gleaming alloy, cool and unyielding, had brushed against your skin more than once—too close, too familiar. It had always been under the guise of work, of science, of truth. And you… you had believed him.

Until the moment you realized you couldn’t leave.

He had always been gentle. That was what you clung to as the door slid shut behind you with a hiss, the locks engaging with an audible click. The room was silent save for the soft hum of his machinery, the faint, otherworldly glow of his prosthetic casting spectral shadows on the walls. It was cold. Too cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself, but his gaze pinned you in place. Those sharp, discerning eyes, glinting like a scalpel under sterile light, carved through the facade of normalcy you’d so desperately tried to maintain.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” His voice was calm, almost conversational, but there was a weight beneath it that made your pulse quicken. “Why?”

The question hung in the air, unanswered. You opened your mouth to respond, but his head tilted, a predator’s patience glinting in his eyes. He didn’t want an excuse. He wanted the truth—or rather, what he’d already decided was the truth. Xiangli’s entire existence revolved around dissecting enigmas, peeling back layers until nothing but raw, trembling essence remained. And now, you were the puzzle laid bare before him.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked softly, his steps intentional as he closed the distance between you two. “The hesitation in your voice. The way your eyes dart to the door when you think I’m not looking. I’ve studied systems more complex than you, my dear. And none of them have ever escaped me.”

The air grew thick, suffocating. He loomed over you, his prosthetic fingers brushing your cheek with a paradoxical tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. You flinched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand curled under your chin, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. The metallic whir of his joints was almost imperceptible, but in the stillness, it sounded deafening.

“Do you understand what happens to machines when they malfunction?” he murmured. “We don’t discard them. We repair them. We make them better.”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes—something dark, unyielding. A promise. He’d make you better, too.

When he kissed you, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It was an invasion, a claiming. His lips were cold and relentless, his grip on your jaw unbreakable. You pushed against his chest, your palms meeting the unyielding surface of his prosthetic plating. But he didn’t move. He was an immovable force, and you were nothing more than a variable to be corrected.

“Shh,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot in contrast to his frigid demeanor. “You’ll understand soon enough. This… this is necessary.”

The room spun as he guided you to the edge of his desk, his movements precise and practiced. Every touch, every press of his body against yours, was calculated. He didn’t rush. He was a scientist, after all, and you were his latest experiment. The trembling of your hands, the quickening of your breath, the way your pulse thrummed beneath his fingertips—each reaction was cataloged and dissected in the labyrinth of his mind.

“Do you recall what I told you about the Court of Savantae?” he questions lightly, his warm lips brushing the shell of your ear. “About the secrets I uncovered there? The sacrifices required to unlock the universe’s truths?”

You whimpered, a sound that only seemed to spur him on. His prosthetic hand traced the curve of your neck, the metal cool and unyielding against your fevered skin. He’d designed it himself, every joint and plate a testament to his brilliance. And now, that brilliance was turned against you, a weapon wielded with terrifying precision.

“Sacrifice is inevitable,” he continued, his voice a low murmur. “But don’t be afraid. I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Guiding you. Shaping you.”

His hand slipped lower, the cold metal sending jolts of sensation through your body. You hated the way your body betrayed you, the way his touch elicited a response you couldn’t control. He noticed, of course. He noticed everything.

“Fascinating,” he muttered, his lips curving into a faint and gentle smile. “Even now, your body’s reactions align perfectly with my predictions. You truly are extraordinary.”

Tears blurred your vision, but he didn’t stop. He pressed closer, his breath hot against your skin, his words a cruel mockery of comfort.

“Don’t cry,” he chided gently, his prosthetic hand wiping away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. “This is all for the greater good. For our future. For you.”

The room seemed to close in around you, the shadows deepening as his presence consumed you. There was no escape, no reprieve. He was everywhere—in the air you breathed, in the trembling of your limbs, in the relentless cadence of your heart.

And as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours once more, you realized with chilling clarity that he wasn’t just your captor. He was your architect. Your creator. And he wouldn’t stop until every piece of you belonged to him.

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[vividvivy]

HELLO VIVY!!!! I WISH THAT YOUR WORK WILL GET THE LOVE IT DESERVES! It's nice to see you here! <3 Congratulations!

I was just gonna ask if you have any headcanons about Fredrinn from mlbb? If you don't know anything about him its no problem you dont need to answer, most of the players are not interested in him 😭

THE HEADCANON CAN BE ABOUT ANYTHING! Anything you have in your mind! (Theres no enough content about him im hungry) HAVE A NICE DAYYY (*´︶`*)ฅ♡

Notes: Aaaah my first MLBB request omggg!! But fr!! Fredrinn is such an amazing character, it's such a pity that most aren't too interested in him :( Also, the layout is so ugly oh my gosh.

Character: Fredrinn Vance

Genre/Type: Headcanons

Fredrinn Vance

Fredrinn is a man known for being an excellent appraiser. He is capable of determining the worth of something with just a quick glimpse. 

He is also known for his realistic and candid behaviour.

May appear scary to most, but in reality, he's really goofy and impulsive with people he's close to!!

Would call you up saying he has an amazing idea, but it's the stupidest, riskiest, and most unnecessary mission he planned for funsies.. There's actually something to gain in it but he's gonna GATEKEEP THE LIVING SH*T OUT OF IT AND HE'LL BE REALLY CHEAP WHEN COMPENSATING YOU

Actually pretty nice and socialises, but he scares people when he "looks for friends."

By nice, I meant he'd do you lots of favours, but he'd count every single one of them, and you'd end up owing him a lot since he also added an interest that you were also not made aware of.

^ Remember the time he helped you pick up something you dropped? Yeah, that wasn't for free. Yep, no, nuh-uh, you owe him now.

His views and morals are pretty complex.

Is against House Vance's greediness, but at the same time, he also likes having money and property. 

If you actually ask him for something, he's only down if the money's ready.

Sometimes he actually acts decent, though, and will get you something or do something for you without charging you a month's worth of rent. 

^ Kinda rare tho

I don't know about you guys, but I feel like he'd be the type to think he's smart and "act smart," when in reality he's unironically one of the dumbest dumbfucks to roam the world.

His fridge is almost empty and he has weird eating habits.

He thinks he's hot shit when, in reality, he's a goofy hypocrite at times..

Wants to be serious and promotes seriousness, but would dogshow and embarrass you in front of people for his own entertainment. 

He sometimes, unironically, does the strawberry cow skip. LMFAO I'M SORRY FOR THIS ONE

Once tripped while trying to walk cool when he was younger.

His jokes have such bad timing that it makes your head hurt sometimes. 

VERY DRAMATIC, THINKS EVERYTHING HAS A HIDDEN MEANING AND THAT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO BEEF WITH HIM. 😭

[kikiwooo]

The urge to make mlbb men try the period cramps simulator because I am pissed rn that I am suffering through it.

AUUUGGHH RIGHT ON THE SPOT MMMM

@/kikiwooo

Lieh

I headcanon him as both sadistic and masochist so expect him to scream both in pain and pleasure(oops). Sometimes the pain would be unbearable and he'd be crushing the nearest things with his force and grit his teeth. Other times when it's lower you could find him softly groaning&moaning at the feeling.(+the arousal he gets from this alone> like he'd be rock hard after it.) Such a whore>>>

Fredrinn

Thinks he can handle it and actually does, but when you take it to a higher level he suddenly collapses onto the ground- more like crumbles piece by piece. Begs you to take it off without a second thought while holding his balls(poor guy). Tries his best to play it off but well.

Zilong

He said that he's no man if he doesn't know what his beloved goes through monthly, actually hold the pain quite a good while but of course, everyone has their limits.(believe that he grew a six pack from that pain)

Thamuz

Sees it as a complete nonsense and a waste of time but applies to try it because of you.(thamuz do sth if you're forced) Starts of good and finishes of good. What did you expect lmao, of course he had some a few unpleasant feelings but he's a Lord. The Lord of Abyss, please. Then he had an 'oh' moment for a second when the pain doubled out of nowhere.

...damn you must be real strong to go through this shit every month, would you consider to join the abyss-? You'll make a great fighter that's for sure. (Dyrroth is excited)

Nolan

YES.

Personally, seeing him squirming in pain excites me. (to all nolan players, why's it is a bit impossible to get you guys down, like y'all faster than cheetahs??)

he he seeing this old man suffering

please it never killed anybody. Nolan has medium pain tolerance(it's higher emotionally) so he should be okay right no

haaa just imagine his breath getting heavier and heavier as the level raises..a nervous expression appearing on his face as a sweat rolls down from his forehead and he averted his gaze, rethinking his decision.. He lets out soft hisses and grips his thigh, also his leg bouncing...

Nolan one chance.

[kirai0daisy]

It's been a while since i saw mlbb x reader content, if you know Nolan's character well, can you pls write a nolan x reader fic (fluff)? If it's alright, can reader be a multiversal traveler as well?

Thank you!

NOLAN X MULTİVERSAL TRAVELER!FEMALE!READER HEADCANONS+ONE-SHOT(S)

! IT WİLL BE GOİNG TO 2 PART, AFTER I REALSE THİS ILL SEND THE OTHER PART !

Warnings/Not really warnings: I wanted to make reader female since it would've more fit up with the story, Im so sorry if this is what you werent expecting. Starting with a little bit of angst and ending with a fluff, You are Layla's mom (I thinked so hard to what should ı write for here so I hope you can understand), Killing, Long-waitied times, etc.

PLEASE LİKE MY POST I REALY SPENT MY 2 HOURS ON THİS

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAİT I WAS SO BUSY WİTH THE CRAM SCHOOL AND SCHOOL😭😭

By the way, not people working for MLBB maked Layla's dad finally come with milk PAHSKSJ- sorry but I think its a little bit funny other then its sad

(I dont know why but while I was writing this, I listened "Panic At The Disco - House Of Memories" I think listening a song that matches with the request, brings me more.. Maketion? (I dont like saying creation)) lets start

I dont know too much about Nolan since he is the new chracter but I'll try my best

∞

• When Layla, you and NOLAN's brightest star has born, people said bad things will happen to Land Of Dawn. To Eruditio(?). Very bad things that most of the people couldnt even survive.

• No one really tried to save the Land Of Dawn. Other then your husband, Nolan.

• Nolan said he will go to save Eruditio. You have always wondered, why all of the people he needed to go? Why did you guys have needed to be seperated..?

You of course didnt want your husband to be in danger but Nolan said "I will be okey, love. Please dont worry about me and just take care of our 'brightest start'" and hold Layla gently, kissing her forhead and looking at Layla lovingly. Tears were coming to your eyes and making your vision blury. You gulped and didnt said anything while lowering your head a little bit. Nolan noticed this and slowly putted Layla to her little bed and then turned to you.

You were watching him, knowing this is you guys last moments before he need to leave this universe, and maybe not even come back...

He made his way toward to you and gently pulled you to a hug, rubbing your back and stroked your head slowly. As you hug him tightly, scared for him to diseppeir before even telling you. He just kissed your head again and again while you were sliently crying. (NOT 'LOST ON YOU' AND 'M' STARTED TO PLAY WHEN I WAS WRİTİNG THİS, HELP IM GOİNG TO CRY RN 💀) Your head on his chest and hands wrapped around him.

"I'm really sorry my love but we both know that I need to go" you nodded your head and whiped your tears off "I know.. Its just I dont want to be seperated from you" you said looking at him. Nolan smiled sadly "I know love but I'm strong enaugh to come back"

• That night, when Layla was suprisingly sleeping deeply, you guys spend the night together. Cuddling, kissing each other, talking, eating and whatever you guys want to do before he was gone. And you guys sleept together while cuddling to each other.

As you woked up, you already knew there is was something,.. Missing-? When you remembered last night, you looked at the bed but there is was no one. You looked all around the house but only to find a very nice sleeping Layla. It would be so awesome and cute to find her sleeping like that. But you couldnt think of that.

As you understand what was happened, you crouch down and started to cry again quitly while looking at Layla. One of the things Nolan left before not even saying a 'Goodbye' to you...

• Nolan was both feeling a little bit guilty and sad. Why? He was feeling guilty because he didnt said a goodbye to you. But he was know that if he ever talk to you before going, it would be really hard for both of you to leave each other. So he couldnt say anything to you but left a letter and that thing when you open, you guys family picture would show up where no know but only you can find.

∞

• seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes, hours after hours, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months and finally, years after years, it has been 12 years.

• Layla, you guys brightest star (the one in my team, who suck plays, and the one in the enemy team, who plays LİKE A BİT-) has been 12 years old now.

• You have collapsed. Both mentaily and pyshcily(?). You haved heavy depression, barely could sleep and eat something. Sure you would seem a little bad to outside. But how could you care? You werent tryna impress anyone after all. The only love you will have is Nolan, the one and only love of your life.

• But of course you didnt raised your daugther bad, you showed her kindness, love, affection (everything my mom didnt showed to me :3), everything a child needs. You didnt raised her spoiled too, she is really cute and perfect.

• But every second you spend without Nolan was like a another dagger getting stuck on your heart. İt was painful. Very painful that you were even suprised how you can spend time without Nolan.

• That was enaugh. Just like how he did to himself, you were going to split your soul in billions or maybe even more. Just to find his true form.

• One of your soul was going to be in here, in eruditio. And the others will be going to find him. Find the love of your love. Find Nolan.

You kissed Layla's cheek while she was sleeping. This is was be the last time the original you is going to see her so you are was going to miss your daugther thats for sure, but your other soul will be took good care of her so you didnt worry too much "We will be reunion together again, my little star"

• As you continue travel multiverse, different universes, helping Nolan's other souls to clean the universes again, again and again, after 4 years of searching Nolan, you have finally find him.

'Another soul.. But at least I'm helping him' you tought to yourself as the Nolan's one of souls told you where you can find him. You thanked him and changed your coordinates. You think the original Nolan have should know what was happening but wasnt really sure.

When you have reach the coordinates, there stands Nolan. But you felt something. Something needy, desperate, (not in that way hornys 😡) and most importantly; missing..

All the souls were the same. But you can select your Nolan out of all those other souls. So when you see him, your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat more faster. And tears were coming to your eyes. You slowly and quitly maded your way towards behind him.

He of course felt a presence. Similar. Very similar to someone.. But suprisingly you werent a monster. You were a human and doesnt have bad initantions. So he just stayed still and acted like he didnt know your presence. He was an assasin, if you are tryna do something to him, he would be quick to react.

You get behind him only 3 steps and then you could have reunion again. Why did you stop? You dont know too. Tears were coming from your eyes "Nolan.." you said quitly but only for him to hear.

A voice. Very fimilar one. His eyes widened and slowly turned around. Only to see his only lover "My Love-?" he said.

∞

EYO FİNALLYYYY. I FİNALLY FİNİSHED THİS PART. ILL SEND THE OTHER ONE AS FAST AS I CAN. BUT PLEASE LOVE MY POST SO I CAN GET WHAT I DESERVE

[a-regular-ol-pill]

finally sum1 who writes for mobile legends aaaah ily ily love ur blog sm hope u write for Xavier too hoping a general dating hc n/sfw or drabbles. ur choice <33

"Where did you hide the polaroid you took of me?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Xavier, You.

SFW !! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so sorry if this is kind of stale and very much filled with errors, I had someone request the same thing and I kind of didn't realize this until I saw yours..

Want to request? Click here.

Want a more direct link? Click here.

Warning(s); Mentions of commitment issues, NSFW content, Manhandling, Mentions of very lewd tongue sucking, etc..?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc...

Prompt;

"Do you love me as much as you're passionate about everything else?"

SFW -

If you have very fluffy hair, he'll not hesitate to ask for your consent to comb it. Like— He'll groom your hair as one way of showing his affection towards you.

The effort he uses to make you hand-made, floof filled pillows, and the upset look he gives you when it rips, the moment you hug it... Poor Xavier. He worked so hard just for it to break.

You can't really blame him, he sucks at making hand-made things, and with sewing? The techniques used to sew up the end of the fabric is more complicated than him casting spells. Seriously!

You'll often find him wearing 'smart ass' glasses, with a large book on his study table. He's like a youthful old man in a way, his intelligence makes him more mature than his age. But only you and cats can bring him back to his childish needs!

Speaking of childish needs.. He'd be very touchy with you, instead of talkative. He'd chase you around when you snatch his kitten, and pull you into bone crushing hugs if you made him chase you around for more than five minutes.

When he promises something to you, you better not doubt that he'd keep it. 'Cause he will, every single time. He promise he'd buy you snacks for a date night? Kept it! He even went overboard on the... chocolates. For him, if you don't want it.

If you feel a lively aura around him when it's night, expect both of you to talk about a lot of things about how well your relationship was going on your bed. It'll be a romantic night, with lots of L-bombs being dropped to each other.

Polaroids! The moment it was invented, Xavier bought it and took every single event that happened in both of your lives. He wants to remember everything, and it's because you're adorable in every way possible.

When you're upset, and not even a kitten could fix it— He'll make use of the polaroids and show them to you. Remind you what happened in each one, and make you laugh from when he chokes on his pronunciations.

A really sad fact about him, he first had commitment issues with his very first— Yet not true love. It drastically changed because of you keeping him in the course you and him were headed..

NSFW -

Manhandling you is probably something he'd love to do, but won't act on until you tell him to be open with his sexual desires.

Speaking of being manhandled by him, if you've been letting him manhandle you a lot. He'll become increasingly more comfortable, and will hold you down more and more frequently during sex.

He's the biggest gentleman in your whole life! Asking for consent every time he's planning to do something to you— Maybe grope you, or even suck hickeys into your neck? He'll ask for consent.

In his deeper desires... he'd love to see you dressed up as a cat, and take care of you like an owner. It gives him, and probably you a sense of comfort— because he's so used to taking care of them.

Being risky with him is fine every once in awhile.. He'd love to show you off while he fucks you into euphoria, like how he loves to talks about you with his friends on how much he loves everything about you.

The way he smooth talks you into feeling safe, even when the painful stretch of his cock still lingered in your poor hole.. You'd be convinced that he didn't kill anyone, even if he killed someone directly infront of you.

It just makes sense that he'd kiss your cheek a lot— Even when he's face to face with you. He's somehow fucked out as you and can only reach the side of your face to kiss you.

When you wear his blue colored shirt in bed, with nothing underneath— Be prepared to be fucked out of your brains, because he can't stop himself from preventing his thoughts to run wild at the sight.

Imagine pulling his hair in hopes of making him slow down, but he just fucks you faster. Instead of making him stop by pulling on his hair, you just turn him on even more..

I bet he loves sucking on your tongue, just to feel you squirm and push on his chest for him to pull away and stop the; very much embarrassing action. Unfortunately, you can't talk, to save yourself from losing your breath completely...

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[imagine-mlbb]

The heroes riding rollercoasters? The extreme rollercoasters. ovo

there’s so much of them im lowkey dying

—

Gatot, Lapu, Yi and Tigreal are that four buddies that keep asking for a ‘rematch’ despite all attempts resulted with them losing their stomachs

There was supposed to be a height requirement for the rollercoaster but Ruby somehow 'convinced’ the manager to let them shorties tHE FUCK IN

The Rooney Squad went in for a ride but none of them even flinched (Angela was, in fact, enjoying it the most while the others gawk at her cuteness). Except Bruno. Poor Bruno.

He screamed so hard the whole park probably heard him

Johnson can’t fit his legs in the coaster so he didn’t really feel it

The extreme coasters are probably the only opportunity you get to see Fanny shook as hell

And she isn’t going in for another ride no matter who or what you do to convince her. Nope. Not sitting through that shit again.

Karina and Eudora are the people that will act tough and unmoved while in the line but once they’re in the coaster it’s the exact opposite and come out frightened. Oh, and probably has puked a few times on the ride

Natalia is everyone’s favorite person to pick on after they saw her sick expression when she was at the coaster’s zenith

The elves are one of the two groups that genuinely enjoyed the ride. Save for Karina, Miya gave her condolences after the night elf’s first try

Estes didn’t even flinch

Helcurt the entire time was enjoying the ride with his cats. He threatened the manager to bring them. They enjoyed it too, no worries.

Oh? Those loops? Lancelot abhors it with every fibre of his being

(he’s lowkey scared and almost puked once)

Odette tried not to scream but that attempt failed before the coaster even set off

Alucard was more jumpy than usual after his 1st attempt

Aurora nearly froze the rollercoaster

Chou rides the rollercoaster more than thrice just so he can impress a bunch, but he eventually ended up with stomach convulsion after his 6th

Lesley in a nutshell: “Come a little close- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THIS IS SO HIGH FUCK BRING ME DOWN DEATH CANT KISS ME ON THE FOREHEAD YET SHIT SHI-”

Roger knows no fear

Like Aurora, Valir had that tic to burn the rollercoaster but that got cancelled when one of Zilong’s (panicking) arms knocked him out unconscious

Freya is lowkey afraid to sit on the coaster but she tried anyway. The entire ride she was eerily quiet but witnesses report seeing her panic in the female restroom afterwards

Pharsa and Verri have a love/hate relationship with the coaster after their 1st try

Everyone discovered Moskov’s voice can be a pitch higher

[goldemas1244]

Zhask and Yve headcanoons time!

Okay so we all have seen this

ZHASK X YVE MOONTON CANON

So, with inspo from @astrowarden I'm making a headcanons and ideas list to jot some stuff down because I need to infodump. Hey, Yve mutual, (I can call you that, yes? Because you're the astrowarden?) you can reblog and add more below (or argue against mine). We can infodump a lot here. Let us build this Zhask X Yve ship together!!

Man I just need to infodump-

-- Headcanons under the :readmore: --

Equilibrium (Placeholder ship name)

Zhask and Yve got together after many forced team-ups against the ever-present problems threatening to destroy the Land of Dawn. Because if the planet gets destroyed then Zhask, now comfy with the place, will find more planets and that'd suck for Yve.

Just imagine Zhask shielding Yve from an attack... and the other way around... ehehehehe

There were lots of witty banter between them and many more insults but they gradually softened and became cool beans with each other.

"You want some pizza?" "No thanks, it's got meat on it."

*Yve eats the pepperonis for him.*

*He finally eats the pizza and asks for more.*

Zhask got really injured during a fight once AND IT WAS YVE WHO CALLED FOR HELP AND HELPED SAVE HIM

He was grabbing on to her arm for dear life at this point (which is when she realised 'Oh God he needs me').

They can both breathe, talk to each other, and hear each other in space. Which is weird because space is a vacuum.

Zhask is the idiot. Yve is the only one who can accept that.

Zhask lets Yve control Domorey (his staff) sometimes. He will NOT admit she's better than him.

Since Zhask is the only one of them with a canonical place to stay, Yve bunks with him. She has a set of pyjamas and everything.

Pillowfights (GAH)

Zhask's love language is acts of service. Yve's is listening. They're both secretly touch starved.

This planet was meant to be his Kastiya II, like an extension of the place. Yve doesn't have the heart to tell him what happened to Kastiya I.

They both love the wildlife. But Yve is usually the one to drag him out of his trance when he sees bugs. He gets an identity crisis.

Yve is Zhask's personal leash. She usually stops him from violently dropping his head into a nearby bush and eating it.

They both have eating problems. Zhask overeats. Yve doesn't eat enough. They criticise each other until their diets eventually cool up.

Imagine again, Yve comforting Zhask through his nightmares-

Zhask

Zhask likes coconut milk. He steals snow from the Northern Vale to build himself a mini fridge for his coconut shakes.

Kastiya II has a bunch of coconut trees. It's mentioned that he's building a swarm army there but it's mostly just a pet-type thing now because they KEEP. EATING. THE COCONUT TREES.

People mistake Zhask's forest of coconut trees for the actual Swarm.

He makes a living somehow by... selling the freshest coconuts known to the world???

Of course it isn't just the swarm who keep eating the trees. Zhask takes a bite out of every single type of plant he finds and if he likes them he'll suck out their juices. Like a beetle.

He sometimes does this to his own coconut trees when he's sleepwalking. He has no recollection of this and starts blaming his spawn beans again.

Yve recorded it and is now saving it as blackmail.

He's a traditional medicine kind of guy. Feed him a ginger root and he'll be all good in three hours.

The Land of Dawn uses his services to clear land and stuff. It's disturbing to see the usually composed and upright king going full-on feral when he's specifically requested for though.

A swarm can clear the intended land in minutes. But if he's hungry he'll take seconds (lol it's a pun).

We all know he can hear people's thoughts. Oho, he has the juiciest gossip if you can crack him open.

'Anything is edible if you're brave enough.'

He's not brave enough.

He's homesick.

He has a good relationship with Badang because Badang makes the best rice (he's Malay of course he does).

Yve

Unlike Zhask she is omnivorous which means she's the one who usually eats the shrimp in his mac and cheese.

She cheats at tag.

Zhask is her FIRST friend.

She likes fish. She can swim for hours. Which terrifies Zhask because he's seen one of his spawn young get eaten by a creature in the water and he's NOT taking risks.

She's actually very good at videogames.

She's not very social. But she DOES get invited by Aurora for tea every two weeks.

She still thinks Aurora should beat up Zhask and then some. As a treat and revenge.

Of course, coming from Mithlora, she is a great hunter. She and Helcurt have hunting battles occasionally when they cross paths.

One of Mithlora's veteran hunters keeps watch on Martis. So she still has family to communicate with in close quarters.

She likes sour cherry sweets.

She has a favourite of Zhask's spawn. Its name is Edem. Zhask's favourite is Meric.

She can light up like a glowstick. Just without the cracking and shaking (but you can do it to her; only once).

Her bestie is Pharsa.

[marceedoodles]

more of my headcanons on human cyclops @starnymi

[bakutae]

HELLO YUNA CONGRATS ON 100!! here's my matchup again: im fine with either gender, bnha please! if this helps im an aries, empathetic and caring for friends (give them candy and cards etc sometimes), can be determined by easily swayed by self esteem. apathetic ngl,, function pretty well by myself (eg, during hbl i was thriving). i love gaming (mlbb , final fantasy etc) and can be competitive at this! my current hobby writing for my blog lol, i love cats. lattes, cakes etc, stickers and (1/2)

hey jingg!! okay not gonna lie, the first person that came to my mind was denki, but he was i bit too... hyper for you i guess in a sense?

so i actually thought reaaallly hard and i finally found one person to match you up with!! that character is...

midoriya izuku

- i googled if the both of y'alls zodiac signs were suitable for each other but apparently it's not but!! we'll make it work besides it's just a website and not the truth

- i feel like you and midoriya's personalities are pretty similar so the two of you are pretty compatible in my eyes

- opposites attract certainly doesn't really apply to you

- the relationship will seem pretty platonic; since in public the most you would go is holding hands, or hugging from the back if applicable

- for example, during a concert and the two of you are standing? he'd wrap his arms around your waist from the back and watch it from there

- having seated seats at a concert? an arm will be around your shoulder as he huddles you closer orr you will take the initiative and lean on his shoulder

- when you do take initiative though, sit back, relax and enjoy the sight as dots of red highlight the perfections of his freckles

- however, when midoriya leaves you to do hero work for a few days, you will miss him to bits

- but you have the trust in him that he'll return to you safely :")

- your independence will get you through the times when he's away from you and your main mode of communication would be text messages and quick phone calls if he had the time

- late night texts every night he's away and the two of you end up texting late into the night~

- the phone calls will mainly be a way for him to tell you how much he missed you and loved you

- though, there was one time he called you to tell you that one of your bread sticker had somehow made its way onto his hero outfit and he was laughed at in public while wearing it out

- bring this up in a conversation with friends and he'll be a stuttering mess lol

- if he had extra/more time though, he'd be sure to play mobile legends with you though he'd probably pretend to be a noob just to fawn over how great you were and would talk your head off on how amazing you were

- he'll feel really bad for leaving you alone and not seeing you though so he'll definitely go out of his way to buy you some new flavoured and different brand milk you have yet to try just to see your reaction lol

- he bought you a cotton candy marshmallow milk once cause 'the packaging looked nice'

- needless to say it ended up being thrown into the trash cause even he said it tasted disgusting, he's satisfied with you keeping to your usual brand of milk for now

random date(?) headcanon

// late night visits from midoriya //

- you were up writing an essay since you weren't tired and your creative juices were starting to work then

- usually you'd be texting midoriya at this hour but since he was particularly busy on that day he told you that he wouldn't be able to participate in your regular chat sessions

- only the sound of your pen scratching against the surface of the paper could be heard in your brightly lit room

- you almost didnt notice the gentle tapping sound that was coming from your window

- 'izuku...? what the heck are you doing by my window? i'm not even on the first floor-'

- he looked as if he was trying to balance himself though he was in the air and he scratched his head as he refused to look you in the eye

- he also had a bag suspiciously hung over his torso and you tilted your head to the side, trying to figure out what was in it

- 'i...i wanted to see you so i asked ochako to help me get up here with her quirk.'

- you ignored his bag, and looked past it

- peering from over his shoulder, there ochako was, with a look of intense concentration on her face, looking as if it was incredibly hard for her right then

- you were about to scold him for potentially putting his life in danger and giving ochako unnecessary pressure when you thought otherwise and opened the window for him instead

- he stumbled in carelessly, barely making it through the window and you leaned over the window, to where ochako was and nodded at her appreciatively, not wanting to wake anyone from their sleep at 12 in the morning

- you watched as ochako scurried away and you then turned to face midoriya, who was curiously peeking at your essay from the table

- suddenly embarrassed, you frantically grabbed the paper and tucked it away safely in a file, shooting midoriya a slightly awkward and crooked smile

- for a while, the two of you looked at each other before averting your eyes at the same time

- midoriya suddenly vigorously unzipped his bag and his hands disappear into the cracks of the bag, and it looks as if he's in a hurry to find something

- you raised your brows in confusion as you groaned, thinking back at the ridiculous cotton candy marshmallow flavoured milk he had bought for you once

- 'izuku, i swear, if it's another one of those disgustingly sweet milks again i will-'

- to your surprise, he pulled out a cute cactus themed sticker set and he placed it in your hand carefully

- 'n-no it's not that. oh come on i thought you promised me you wouldn't mention anything about that again? but h-here, i know how much you like stickers and i thought it'd really suit you when i saw it at the store.'

- pure bliss clouding your judgement, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck and whisper a quick 'thank you' into his ear, which causes him to giggle from the ticklish sensation

- 'you're welcome, jing. i hope you can finish writing your essay now.'

[kikiwooo]

What do we have here?

SMAU

Texts w/ them pt 1

Scars { multi characters }

Yu Zhong Smut w/ Gn Hybrid reader { NSFW }

Yandere Gusion w/ Gn reader

[ HQ AU] ! Your past mains beefing about your current ones { Dyrroth/Julian } •|| extra ! | 1 |

Falling hard for you { multi characters } { SFW&NSFW }

Ling Smut w/ Fem reader { NSFW }

Julian crushing and asking out to Gn reader

Yandere Dyrroth w/ Gn reader who's too friendly with others

Aamon, Claude, Brody and Hanzo w/ Gn reader who has sharp teeth and bites them as affection and some cases it leaves mark(s)

Xavier w/ Gn Cat Hybrid Reade

Aftercare with Dyrroth, Yu Zhong and Hanzo being soft with Gn Reader

Multiple genderbent(fem characters) Yandere characters w/ Gn Reader

X.Borg w/ Gn Reader Dating Headcanons

Dyrroth w/ Male Reader SFW&NSFW

Aamon w/ Fem Reader SFW&NSFW

Claude crushing on Gn Reader

Carrying /Gn Reader SFW [MULTIPLE CHARACTERS]

Zhask and his tentacles/antennaes w/ Gn Reader SFW&NSFW

Jealous Dyrroth and Fredrinn with a Sup! Gn Reader NSFW

Christmas with Fredrinn, Natan and Aamon w/ Gn Reader SFW

Christmas with Lancelot, Faramis, Hayabusa and Clint w/ Gn Reader SFW

What are you getting for Valentine's Day? [ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS ]

MLBB Men trying out period cramp simulator [ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS ]

MLBB Men W/ Pregnant! Fem! Reader

Camboy! MLBB Boys with Gn Reader

Jungle! Gn Reader with their Male Wife Mage/Support(s)

Valir and Xavier with Gn Reader

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19+ 𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍

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Bonus Headcanoon (just for fun)!

Zhask is capable of learning any language as long as he's heard the words being spoken before. Of course, this also means that he's an audio thesaurus. Learning by sound and association.

Just don't show him the text or ask him to write something down, he can't bloody read. He doesn't even know the letters.

But of course he CAN learn. Usually by digging deep into the brains of other people. But he and Yve had had an agreement not to do that unless if the situation needs it direly (like when they're about to die with very important information). Of course that usually never happens so he's stuck with scratching his (and Jawhead's) noggin with the ABCs.

Sample dialogues:

"What do you mean it's spelled with a C and a B? The noise is K and M! Why is it spelled C R U M B but sounds like K-RUM??"

- Learning his Cs, Ks, and silent letters.

"Why are there spelling differences. You're telling me that if I spell it according to a different region's spelling it's wrong systematically??"

- Learning the spelling differences depending on where you come from.

"Are there 24 letters? 25?? 26??? How are we still so confused about this????"

- Dude I don't know either man.

"We never had this problem on Kastiya."

- Grampa.

"Back in my day if we couldn't think we had to spend an hour mental training. You mean to tell me you children get put into a corner?? No I will no- fine I'll go to the corner and think about my pitiful life choices."

- Grampa recalls the good ol' days.

"Oh you're giving your peculiar letters to my Kastiyan words now aren't you. Yve, we talked about this, Kastiyan stays Kastiyan."

- It's slightly offensive to him. He'll grow into it.

"Speaking of, HOW THE FUCK DO I EVEN SPELL YOUR NAME??? Y E E V? E V E?? E E V??? Oh wait it's Y V E okay Y V E.... Who named you???"

- What we all thought of except backwards.

"Zhask. Z H A S K. That's clear enough. Why can't you have a name like mine YVE?"

- Well-placed sass is a sign of a healthy mind.

"Spell C A T. Oh I am not going through this again. C A T. Oh that was right? OH THANK GOD-"

- Achievement!

"Shaloshta (mom/mother)... I want to go home... I'm scared... there's a Q...."

- Learning of the existence of Qs and queues.

"THERE'S DIFFERENT LETTERS???"

- Learning that no, not everybody uses the same set of letters on this planet too.

And the list goes on....

[goldemas1244]

Headcanon that, when Zhask sleeps, he likes to hold on to stuff. It sort of grounds him and gives him comfort and security. Here are some examples:

His spawns. Just straight up cuddling them like his own children. They don't mind, he doesn't snore.

His nightmaric spawns. Just fuckin' cling on to them for dear life. An illustration:

Domorey (his staff). Hey, it can't push him away, can it? Also it's warm, like a really weird bodypillow.

A tree branch. How does it not break under all that weight? We may never know.

The tree itself. Listen, when nature gives you a hugeass pillow you TAKE THAT HUGEASS PILLOW. Clinging on for hours on end.

Other people. Don't expect to be out of it until morning. He won't budge, even if you have to pee.

Food. Now this one's not as much of a doozy as it seems to be. He just likes falling asleep holding food, so a great food bowl and cupholder for movie nights.

I'd add more examples but the only thing I can think of is Zhask sleeping on a throne in the middle of a lazy day hugging his staff in the most uncomfortable sleeping position you could ever think of. And nobody really can comment on it because, hey, cats exist too.

... Zhask is a catboy no I will not elaborate.