#momo marry me

[dovveri]

Wait I don't think I've seen Momo's fit from her return from Japan 😭 but otherwise we've been well fed 🤭🤭🤭

this is she 😋

[introspectivememories]

it's always distinguished lesbian momo with disaster gay todoroki. we need to flip the script. disaster lesbian momo with distinguished gay todoroki. tddk are practically living together in shouto's japanese style dorm meanwhile momo flies in every morning, hair a mess, slamming that shoji door open, talkin bout "todoroki-kun! kyouka touched my knee this morning! do you think she likes me????"

[mosaickiwi]

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language) Hello, I hope you are doing well! Can I ask you for a drabble about the wedding day of an emotional MC who burst into tears because she thought that this day would never come and REDACTED, but without the “lavish ceremony” (lots of guests, wedding suits, huge celebration, etc.) (please forgive me, I hope I was able to express myself clearly, thank you very much and have a nice day!) ฅ'ω'ฅ

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By law I must post wedding fic on Valentine's Day!!!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Wedding Day~

You nervously toyed with the ring in your palm, heart racing so hard it hurt. It was still difficult to believe what was happening. This was happening.

It was the same golden ring your partner had worn since you first met him. There wasn't a moment you ever saw them without it as he changed from a shy, stuttering mess in a cardigan to the clingy, dark-haired brat of a man you fell in love with more and more each day. Although the amount of rings they wore had grown.

That fateful day on the playground was something you couldn't even remember, and from what your companion told, you didn't want to. The second try was a far better memory for the both of you anyway. You were the one who proposed that time, catching them by complete surprise with the confidence you never usually had to ask anything of him. But you managed to do it.

And now you were the one who would put a ring on their finger.

“We haven't even started the vows,” [REDACTED] quietly said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Y'can’t be cryin’ just yet, Angel.”

“Am I crying?” The words came out hoarse from your already tightening throat. You hadn't realized. Sure enough, hot tears were streaming down your face as he gently wiped at them with his thumb. 

You tried to calm down, gazing up at him to distract yourself. Their voice had the same familiarly teasing tone it always did, but you could tell from the soft quiver to his lower lip that he was holding back his own tears.

“Yeah, it’s—” He let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then hurriedly pushed his dark hair out of his reddening eyes. You wanted to tease him back about it, but you knew if you tried to speak again the tears would come flooding even worse. Another few moments passed as you both tried to collect yourselves.

Surprisingly, it took him a little longer. The tears on your cheeks had long fell and dried while he stood in front of you, eyes shrouded behind their bangs.

But after one more unsteady breath, he seemed to find his way again and look at you. “Are you ready?” they asked, a shakiness to their hands as he reached for the dangling chain around your neck—the necklace he’d given to you months ago once he’d found the courage to say yes to your proposal.

With your anxious nod of approval, he continued. Cool fingertips brushed at your collarbone, finding the silver clasp at the back of your neck and releasing it with a faint clicking of metal. The necklace fell loosely in his hands as he pulled it away. The golden ring easily slid from the chain and he rolled it in his fingers for a long moment, staring at it silently.

They were noticeably calmer this time, with a trembling smile that reached their eyes as he took your left hand and repeated himself. 

“Ready?”

[catgirlkatsuki]

Not pictured: Mineta, trapped between Present Mic and Aizawa, Shinsou awkwardly sitting at the front, Sero and Sato in front of kirimina. Mineta is having the WORST time because Mic keeps flirting with Aizawa over his head.

For my Deku transfers to shiketsu au. On their way to the Licencing Exam!

bonus below the cut

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

Tada!!!! I made three more stain glass-ish style drawings! (Here's the Kido-Seto-Kano ones I made)

[heavnlydino]

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON EARTH😍😍

[rwac96]

Prompt

Original Stud

With those like Ruby, Cass, and 21 going after Izuku, this finally gets to Ochako, Momo and Tsuyu as they do the meme. But in this case he will be marrying all three of them, or at least one of them while the other two will still be a part of the relationship. They are determined!

Marry Me, Damnit!

Ochako: "Marry us!! Not those hussies!"

Momo: "We've been there for you through thick and thin!"

Tsuyu: "Each of us has nice, round asses! Ribbit!"

Izuku: *blushing, letting out incomprehensible gibberish*

[blitz0hno]

Plz behold the jacket I painted 4 years ago I need to clean and repaint it

More pics below!

I might be a little insane about them

I would do paintings like this for commissions if I wouldn't have to charge so much between time and shipping 😭

[mintypsii]

how did zoro suddenly become bustier when usopp leaned on his shoulder . what the hell

[hauntingblue]

Inept 8 year old boy dragon tries to save floating island is such a concept

[mihai-florescu]

Momoyuki...

[ageofzero]

I've decided that Giant Robo OVA has three sets of onscreen marrieds. Two husband pairs and a token straight couple.

[kakusu-shipping]

I’m making this post for me for my brain for my sorting little thinker

The Ideal Polycule is of course made up of three different Self Ships, of which have their own separate S/Is with different dynamics and personalities. I, the real human person who smooches the full polycule, am sort of the combination of the three of them.

This is just a quick summery post of them as separate S/Is and their story as it currently is in their own Universe. I don’t know how to summarize things so forgive me I’m long winded.

Does any of that make sense? No? Cool keep scrolling. If you somehow understood that and want to know more, keep reading. Uh also Spoilers for Assassination Classroom and Danganronpa

Doctor Emile Hides - Assassination Classroom

Age: 20-21

Gender: Agender - He/Him

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual

Self Shipped with: Koro-Sensei

Other Affiliations: Karasuma + Irina (Friends), All of class 3-E (Students)

Most Prominent Traits:

Klutzy

Comically Bad at Cooking

Still learning Japanese

Arrives Late to most everything

Classic “boy genius” trope levels of Smart

Emile came to be the stand in Nurse for class 3-E soon after their return from Okinawa, where his medical knowledge would have surely been useful during the poisoning incident. It was a decision made by Karasuma, and urged by Koro-Sensei. The kids do some dangerous stuff, they could use an on sight professional.

He is not an assassin, nor does he plan to try his hand at killing Koro-Sensei, he’s just a collage student studying abroad who was picked up by Asano as a “good enough” for E Class.

Immediately he was fascinated by Koro-Sensei, or “Koro-San” as he calls him, and began doing his best to study the unkillable teacher in between bandaging students. Emile’s focus was Biology, and he eventually filled an entire notebook with questions and drawings about Koro-Sensei and, without much thought, presented it too the teacher, asking if he’d be willing to answer them.

Koro-Sensei agreed, filling out most of the questions in the notebook.. in Kanji. Which Emile couldn’t read. He also swore the Doctor not to show the book to anyone else, which Emile had agreed too. This was Koro-Sensei’s way of helping Emile learn Japanese.

The two spent a lot of time together after that, Koro-Sensei offering to tutor Emile in Japanese after class, which eventually lead to Koro-Sensei flying Emile home most nights, as they’d study so long in the faculty room Emile would miss the last train home.

Emile eventually confesses his romantic feelings for Koro-Sensei after soon after Reaper Time, and while Koro-Sensei is hesitant for multiple reasons, the two end up an official couple, which Koro-Sensei then cannot keep to himself and blabs about to the entire class.

During Winter Break Emile stays with Koro-Sensei in the empty Class E building, and studying possible ways to keep him from self destructing. This becomes his obsession until mid February on his birthday when Koro-Sensei finally convinces him to put it down and spend what time they have left together.

Emile wasn’t on the mountain during Koro-Sensei’s final moments, he’s not an assassin, he couldn’t evade the military like the students. Instead he called Nakamura to his apartment the night the students where infiltrating the mountain and asked her to deliver to Koro-Sensei his Birthday Cake, the first successful thing Emile had ever cooked.

Post timeskip Emile has settled into being a Manga artist, rather than going fully into the Medical Field like he had been expected to with how smart he was. He joins class 3-E in cleaning up the mountain every year on Koro-Sensei’s birthday, and brings homemade sweets for them every year.

The Ultimate Collector V2 - Danganronpa 3 (Despair Arc)

Age: 16-18 (unclear)

Gender: Trans Man - He/Him

Sexuality: Frayromantic, Panromantic, Asexual

Self Shipped with: Teruteru Hanamura

Other Affiliations: The Ultimate Collector V1 (twin brother), Hifumi + Celeste Chihiro + Kazuichi + Sonia + Gundham + Chiaki (Friends)

Most Prominent Traits:

Socially Anxious to the point of occasional Mutism

Picky Eater

Comically bad sense of direction

Has everything one could ever need in his bag at all times

Very OCD and protective of his things

Emile is a very quiet, shy, introverted person who, upon being separated from his twin brother, tended to keep to himself as much as possible and blend into the background. Being an Ultimate at Hope’s Peak didn’t really matter to him, he’d preferred to stay in his room with all his things nearby.

Moving to the dorms on campus was extra hard for Emile. Despite his title as the Ultimate collector the school didn’t allow him to bring his entire collection with him. Being so far away from all his favorite things was just too much stress for Emile, causing him to shut down even more than he would have already.

Teruteru Hanamura was the only one in the class to notice Emile didn’t eat lunch and took the responsibility to keep his classmate fed into his own hands. Despite Emile’s blatant refusal to speak, he didn’t mind being spoken to, leading to Teruteru to slowly, through questions and trials and errors, to learn what things Emile could and couldn’t eat as he shared his lunch with his fellow student every day.

Teruteru got use to one sided conversations. He took pleasure in cracking a smile on Emile’s face with his jokes, or when he’d say something so awful the quiet student couldn’t stop himself from unfurling to give him a slap on the shoulder. The first time Emile had the courage to speak to Teruteru sent him over the moon.

Emile only got better through Teruteru’s friendship. Despite being easily everyone’s least favorite classmate, Teruteru was still able to worm himself and Emile into group activities, forcing the collector into social situations that slowly opened him up to the rest of the class.

The next year, when Emile’s brother joined the 78th class as The Ultimate Collector Again, Emile found himself opening up even more, mingling between both classes along with Teruteru. Even joining an anime club his brother, Hifumi, and Celeste had started. 

When the biggest most awful most tragic event in human history struck, Emile fell into Despair along side the rest of his class, but instead of becoming an ultimate despair like them, folded in on himself again, shutting down into himself, becoming an immobile shell of a person.

Teruteru ended up taking Emile with him as he caused destruction and despair throughout the world, taking care of the other like a doll. At some point, due to his new cannibalistic habits, Teruteru safely removed and ate one of Emile’s legs.

Because of this, during the hope Program, Emile was considered more of a victim than an Ultimate Despair, and was not put into the simulation with the other students, but acted as more of a beta test to see if the system could work to recover the rest of his class from despair. During the events of the game Emile watches along side Future Foundation, waiting for his friends to come back to him.

Home-Run Hero; Gumball - My Hero Academia

Age: 29

Gender: Agender - He/Him

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual, Polyamourus

Self Shipped with: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Other Affiliations: Tamaki Amajiki + Eijiro Kirishima + Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu + Momo Yoayorozu + Nirengeki Shoda (Adopted kids), Kendo Rappa (Taishi’s Stalker/Eventual addition to the polycule)

Quirk: Bubblegum - Gumball’s saliva has all the properties of Bubblegum. Upon being blown into a bubble, the gum will harden into a hard plastic ball, typically  around the size of a baseball.

Most Prominent Traits:

Affectionately a Bully

Extremely Agile

Will eat almost anything without question

Avid PDA offender on both Taishiro and their kids

Weak to Heat

Emile and Taishiro were classmates at Shiketsu High, their relationship started on one of annoyance, as Emile was far too touchy and nosy for Taishiro at the time. Emile sat in front of Taishiro, and took every spare moment to spin around and pester him with questions about himself, class, his quirk, the other students, and so on.

During their first sparring session, Taishiro was rather excited to have teacher’s permission to beat on the annoying kid who sat in front of him. However, due to his poor quirk management back in the day, Taishiro didn’t have near as much fat built up as he does now, and ended up on his ass at Emile’s hand multiple times.

After that, Emile was constantly offering Taishiro things to eat. Every time he turned around to talk to him in class, he’d come with something tasty and some tips on preserving fat cells. It took a while, but Taishiro eventually realized this was Emile’s attempts at being nice, in his own, slightly annoying ways, and slowly the two became real friends. Though Emile thought they were already besties.

Shiketsu is a very strict school, the students are to focus on their Hero Studies; No dating, no extra curriculars, strict curfews, ridged dorm expectations. Breaking the rules could risk immediate expulsion. But despite it all Emile ran free, broke curfew and snuck in and out whenever he pleased, typically dragging Taishiro along with him. He joined a local Baseball team without the school’s permission, and invited Taishiro to all his games. He had sleep over’s in his classmate’s rooms, and slept in the common area, and his contraband all throughout the dorms. The only rule he hadn’t actively broken was no dating.

Taishiro, slowly, found himself being thankful for that, because if that rule wasn’t in place, he’d asked Emile out right then and there. And if he’d found out his friend was dating someone, or asked someone out, Taishiro wasn’t sure his heart would ever recover.

Upon becoming Pro Heroes, Emile and Taishiro went their separate ways for a while. Emile falling more into the “Idol Hero” roll, as he joined a professional Quick Baseball League, where as Taishiro kept their high school streak of rule breaking alive and became an Undercover Hero breaking up fight clubs and chasing drug dealers under the radar. This is where most of their 20′s were spent.

They kept well in touch, back and forth whenever their schedules lined up, which was rare and always brief. Taishiro got better at saving up fat for his quirk, Emile became more and more of a heavy hitter, they grew older and wiser from their high school days of breaking out of the dorms at night, and eventually Emile confessed to Taishiro.

Soon after he joined the Fatgum agency, still playing Clean Up hitter for his own Baseball League, but mostly slowing down steadily into Hero Work, and apparently parenting as the Fatgum agency gains more and more interns every year.

[nyacinthie]

hi hey hey hi hey happy august 15th

i need u kagepro fans to tell me about merch artists... or tell me about ur merch offerings!!! etsy only shows me other series with project!!!

[wolfieamelia]

you've seen me rbing shamimomo, you've seen me talking about shamiko... this is going to be another mahiro effect to me isn't it

[findafight]

Nzkdirbwoksbfidkd THABK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS I SWEAR

Tried my hand at writing a quick Steve/Barb thing sparked by this post by @findafight because it has completely bewitched me I can't stop thinking about them

Despite everything, despite the monster with no face taking her from outside Steve’s house, it’s where Barb feels safest. Although, she concedes, it’s mostly because it’s Steve’s.  If he lived in Forest Hills, or on Cherry Lane— she’d feel safest there. 

He keeps the place warm, because he knows she can’t stand the cold anymore. Shuts the windows, so she can’t feel the breeze. He keeps her favourite tea in the cupboard even though he doesn’t drink it himself. It’s the little things, all adding up, slowly building the warmth she feels. There isn’t the stifling weight of her parents, slowly smothering her. There’s just Steve, who loves her. 

She’s staying the night at Steve’s, to which her mother pursed her lips, but reluctantly let her go. Barb was different now, would never be the same again, and her mother had to let it be or risk losing her forever. She was choosing Steve, the boy who fought a monster for her, whether her parents liked it or not. She would continue to choose Steve. He was her boyfriend, had met her parents — in an official boyfriend capacity even — and had managed to charm them into letting her stay sometimes. Other times, she lied and said she was staying with Nancy. 

There were nights where she needed Steve. To feel his enveloping warmth as he held her in his arms. To feel his heartbeat. He’s warm, and alive, and he helped stave off the nightmares.

Other nights — like tonight — she just wanted him. Wanted his company. 

She didn’t tell him she was coming round — but she knew he’d be home — and his face lit up at the sight of her. Greeted her with a kiss, eyes shining. It still felt novel, being wanted, being desired, having a boy who was insufferably happy to see her. Barb kissed him back, feeling the soft material of his sweater under her hands, soft lips pressing against hers. 

Steve ushered her inside, grinning all the while.

People at school talked about the Harrington House as if it was a holy place. Untouchable and desirable at the same time. The home of the infamous Steve Harrington parties. Many a tale had been told of the things that happened in its hallowed halls. Most of them lies. 

To Barb, it was just Steve’s place. She’s comfortable here, safe here. Knew where the Harrington’s kept their spare linen, how to work their expensive stereo, where everything was in the kitchen cupboards.

Steve had moved his boombox into the kitchen, music playing softly as he cooked dinner. Barb joined him, chopping what needed to be chopped, stirring the sauce, letting Steve drape himself over her back. Grab her hand and spin her around the kitchen, laughing and dancing to the music as they waited for the oven. 

They ate dinner on the couch, watching a movie, as the sky slowly darkened outside. She helped him with the dishes — washing while he dried. 

It was nice. Domestic. 

Later, they went up to Steve’s room, and got ready for bed. It was a comfortable routine now. Barb wasn’t nervous to take her top off in front of Steve anymore, wasn’t as self conscious when she felt his roving eyes. She could get changed into her pyjamas feeling him looking at her, knowing she was free to look at him in return. That he welcomed her looking when he slept without a shirt on (because of course he slept without a shirt on), and that he welcomed her touch. 

She had a side of the bed now, a bedside table, and a drawer he had cleared out of his dresser for her. Over the months she’s slowly filled it with her things — spare underwear and an old bra. Shirts and jeans. A sweater and a nice dress (just in case). Pyjamas she only sometimes uses because she keeps stealing one of Steve’s shirts. 

She has a toothbrush in his ensuite bathroom. It's nice. Steve carving her out a space in his house. 

It may seem rushed, that they’re moving fast, but it doesn’t seem that way when Barb thinks about the Upside Down. About monsters, and the fact that they’re real. She can stay the night with her boyfriend. Can move some of her things into his room. 

She’d clear a drawer out for him if she knew her parents wouldn’t throw a fit if she did. 

So she moves her things into Steve’s room, touches of her personality scattered about. Steve says it makes the place feel more like home, less like one of his mother’s catalogues. He liked it. 

Carol had often joked that Steve’s plaid wallpaper gave her a headache, but Barb found it comforting. It made her think of Steve. Being safe in a place where it was just them. Where they didn’t have to worry about the gaze of the high school gossips, who loved to gawk at Poor Barbara Holland. That girl who got poisoned in the woods and somehow ended up with the most popular boy at school. 

She could just be Barb. And he could just be Steve. No performing the acts that high school demanded of them, no playing the part. The two of them could just be together. 

 He kissed her cheek as he slid into bed next to her, stubble gently scratching her skin. She smiled, turning to capture his lips with hers. Grinning against her lips, he kisses her again, and again, gently drawing his hand up to cup her cheek. 

Turning towards him, she lets herself be kissed, the two of them slowly sinking into the sheets together. He sighs happily, breathing into her mouth. Eyes drifting shut, kisses getting slow and lazy. She lets her kisses lessen into short pecks, slow and gentle. Tries to ignore her glasses starting to press into her face.

Steve pulls away, but only just so, eyes flickering open. “As much as I would love to keep doing this,” he starts, voice heavy and thick. “I think I’m going to fall asleep on you.”

Barb laughs, light and airy, hands resting on Steve’s sides. He’s forgone a shirt, skin tanned and warm. He always did run hot. She gently runs a thumb in circles on his skin, and he melts into the touch. 

“Okay,” She says, voice low, looking fondly at him. Over time, she had learnt — Steve was a terrible morning person. He’d wake up early for a full breakfast and a morning jog. A workout before school or early swim training. And then it stuck and he couldn’t wake up any other way. On the other side of this, of course, was the fact that he went to bed early. He had to, if he wanted to wake up early as he did well rested. He would stay up for parties, and for hang outs with friends; but when it was just them, or a school night, he’d be in bed and yawning at a decent time. “Mind if I read?” 

‘Nah,” Steve replied. “Go ahead.” 

“Goodnight,” She says, almost a whisper.

Steve quickly kisses her again, whispering a ‘goodnight Barbie’ into her lips. He shuffles down further into bed, resting his head on his pillow, burrowing down into the blankets. He huffs out a breath, and Barb can feel the warmth of it on her hip. 

In reverse of Steve she props herself up, leaning on the headboard. The main light is out, but the lamp precariously perched on the bedside table gives off a soft, warm light. Enough to read by. It’s cosy. With the warmth of the lamp, and the reflections of the pool light shining from behind the curtain, it’s almost atmospheric. 

She picks up her book, gently running her hand through Steve’s hair as she does so. He hums happily, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her side. She almost giggles, he’s like a sleepy kitten. 

They stay like that — her and Steve — with one hand gently running through his hair until she needs to turn a page. That still feels like a novelty — touching The Hair’s hair. As much as that is a silly high school nickname, she knows now that he genuinely cares about his hair. About how he looks. And how special she is, being able to touch and mess up his hair so readily. 

She reads, not keeping an eye on the time, very determinedly ignoring the alarm clock on Steve’s side of the bed. As a kid her parents used to joke about her One Chapter Books, because she’d tell them she’d turn off her light and go to bed after just this one chapter — and then she’d continue to read for an hour or so until they caught her still awake. Steve had called her cute when she told him, and she tried not to blush in return.

Steve is fast asleep now, arm still slung over her waist. His face is completely pressed into her hip, mouth open, and she’s not quite sure if it looks all that comfortable — but it must be considering he hasn’t moved.  He's making soft snuffling noises that aren’t quite snores, shifting in place and then settling into her side again with contented sighs. 

It's adorable. She could get used to this.

Going to sleep with Steve at her side in a bed that they share, knowing that when she wakes up he’ll still be there. That he’ll offer to make her breakfast while she makes coffee, and they’ll curl up on the couch together to eat it. That he’ll continue to carve out a space in his home for her, but he’ll back off as soon as she gives the word.

She doesn’t want to give the word. She wants to continue heading down the path they’re walking, the two of them shaping their lives around one another, simply because they want to. Because they love each other. 

It feels early, a little too soon, but she thinks that Steve might be it for her.