#or appreciated enough that we are able to have this

[jesswritesthat]

Bakugō Katsuki: Class

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.4k, fluff

• Teaching your class at U.A. was an amazing experience but that’s because they don’t know who you’re dating. Until they find out that is.

Warnings: Post time skip spoilers, cursing

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You stared at them with a deadpan expression, one that the ever devoted Class 2-A had grown accustomed to over the past year that they'd experienced with you as their Homeroom teacher.

"I told you. I'm retired."

"We know (L/n)-Sensei, but you're like only in your twenties." One of them argued, brow raised in confusion.

"So is Midoriya-Sensei." Now part of you wanted to mutter an additional 'but not for long', however that wasn't your surprise to deliver.

"Different circumstances. You could still do the whole hero gig, especially since you're well trained enough to kick all of our butts without breaking a sweat." Another stood from their desk to contribute rather eagerly.

"Trust me, I have enough of the hero business to deal with once I get home."

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Of course, they'd never be able to comprehend such a topic when they had no idea you were in a relationship with the number fifteen hero himself, Bakugō Katsuki. You'd hear the villainous tales, the torturous reporters, and dabbled in a few first aid sessions.

This lingering aftertaste of hero work was enough to satisfy you after your retirement, and Katsuki respected your career choice providing you were happy with it. If he had the time he'd even offer to help out with any work you'd bring home since he could still ace any exam put in front of him even now.

However, with your respective busy schedules meaning any time you got to spend together was appreciated. Even if it was a day like today when you'd been gifted the opportunity to do some shopping in the district - Katsuki wearing a hoodie and mask to prevent the whole idea of socialising with anyone but you.

Yet, timing was not on your side. Katsuki had pulled his mask down to meet your lips in a chasté kiss, brief glimpse of a sentimental smile gracing his expression whilst remaining in proximity.

“Oh. My. Wash.” Odd reference to hero no.8 but still, Katsuki and yourself snapped to the nearby interruption finding familiar sets of shocked eyes staring on.

"The hell is wrong with you?" The blonde aggressively barked, flicking to the teens with festering irritation. "Never seen a damn kiss before? Grow up!"

Immediately you grabbed his hood, pulling him back to you close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Katsuki... they're um... from my class."

He froze up then once you released him and looked back to the group with an expression of pure resentment. 

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck." You confirmed under your breath, sighing hopelessly when meeting the sparkling gazes of admiration from your students.

"You're dating a pro hero?!" One of them exclaimed, another following in just as enthusiastically.

"No no, you're dating THE pro hero!"

"He's not top ten so technically—" Meanwhile you deftly attempted to subdue their excitement as it began to garner the attention of passersby.

"He's famous! All that stuff during the war, plus he's like a living legend. That man is a freaking powerhouse, I wanna be as cool as him when I make it to the pro leagues." Another proudly claimed, pointing finger guns at Bakugō who only tsked in response wearing his classic glare. Noting the accumulating attention he fixed his mask, reaching for your wrist and angling himself in front of you.

"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight and (L/n)-Sensei. Who'd have thought it?"

It started to grow out of control, the lingering onlookers surrounding you both and your students in a crowd, then erupting in applause and flashes.

"Did they say Dynamight?! Take a picture!”

"PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT IS HERE!!"

Before you knew it, fresh air brushed your skin and Katsukis' hand lingered on your lower back.

"You good?"

"Dating a pro hero is definitely not boring." You breathed relief, the pair of you looking back in the direction of the shopping districts and both silently agreeing to walk the other way.

"Is when ya can't even browse in peace."

"It's okay, we can grab ramen and head home?"

"Work gonna be okay for you?"

"I'm sure I'll get questioned about it, but the kids will be fine.” You shrugged it off, figuring they’d probably find out eventually anyway.

"Get Deku to talk to the shitheads."

"Izuku is... well being strict isn't his strong suit... so..."

"That wimp can't even manage a bunch of brats?! Course he can't, damn idiot." The blonde moodily attested, flicking his crimson gaze back to you with a cunning smirk far too menacing for his proposition. "If you want, call me and I'll assist in a training session from hell."

"Katsuki, you cannot blow up heroes-in-training regardless of your ‘Explosion Murder God’ title.”

“It builds character. Gotta toughen up if they want to be pros don’t they?” He held the door to a small restaurant open for you, smirking proudly with his justification. You could only shake your head with a laugh.

“I guess you’re right.”

———

As predicted, the next time you saw your students at U.A, the questioning immediately ensued.

"Today for our English lesson—"

"How'd you meet?" One of your students abashedly cut you off, the moment you’d stepped into class no less.

"By accident. Anyway I have some worksheets—" Again you attempted to continue as if nothing had transpired, as if no revolutionary news had been discovered, as if the entire class hadn’t already heard about it.

"How long have you been together?"

"Long enough. These sheets will—" In vain, you tried, a girl putting up her hand and not even waiting to be selected before speaking anyway.

"Do you wanna get married?"

"I want to get this lesson done. I'm not answering anything about my personal life." Hands on your hips, you faced them with a scolding expression - intimidating enough for them to get the message.

"Dynamight is coming for the sport festival this year right? We could ask him him then."

"You... you do realise the man you're talking about? Mildly snappy, questionable people tolerance, a little explosive..." Saracasm flowed through you, for his attitude toward the public was the sole reason he wasn’t ranked higher. Based on hero ability alone, he would be undoubtedly top three.

"And your boyfriend."

"And my boyfriend." Was your deadpan reiteration, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose before sighing. "I am highly against this, if you do get to speak to him, it'd be wise to gain valuable advice on hero-related subjects. But for now, this is worksheet explains..."

———

Thankfully, your class had stuck to their word, the event no longer became a tangent for questioning. Aside from for hero advice or genuine check ups on Dynamights’ well-being after a particular gnarly attack portrayed on the news the previous night.

Indeed, they also remained true to their word by tracking the infamous hero down during the sport festival. Cornering him in one of the halls of the stadium before the next upcoming event - no doubt on his way to find you or Midoriya-Sensei.

"Dynamight! Dynamight wait up!"

The hero met the approaching group with a scrutinising side eye, scanning each student and narrowing upon recognition.

"You brats again."

"Yes, but there's a few things we wanna ask you!" One of them desperately explained, trying keep his attention and presence in tact. Meanwhile Dynamight growled lowly, folding his arms with an accusatory glare potent enough to send them running for their lives in moments.

"I swear this better be good else I'm outta—"

"It's about (L/n)-Sensei."

"..." A second of silence. His features softening minutely with his tone morphing to one less antagonistic. "Go on then."

———

Izuku sat opposite you in the faculty room, fingers occupied by the warm cup of tea he was currently nursing after delivering the information to you.

"He... he actually told them?"

"Yeah." Izuku nodded in confirmation, his carefree grin far too chipper for the matter at hand.

"Without yelling?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why...?" It was retirical, almost mystified, but Midoriya only laughed and answered you anyway.

"Kacchan has no problem talking about things he likes or is interested in, it's been that way since we were kids. It just so happens one of his favourite subjects is you (Y/n)." Again he spoke brightly, you think even he is besotted with the situation.

"Izuku, don't say cheesy stuff like that!"

"Sorry, if it's any consolation I think if they asked any 'dumb questions' he'd have shooed them off."

Following your conversation with Izuku, returning to your class came with a sense of both unease and comfort. Apprehensive about how they would react toward you from now on, especially since you weren’t clued up on the details of the conversation they’d had with your boyfriend.

"Hey 2A, I heard your interrogation went well."

"Oh yeah? Did you get told that at home?" One of them replied happily, the exchange between you that of a playful one which left you rolling your eyes with a smile.

"No, Midoriya Sensei filled me in. I haven't seen Dynamight, he’s busy with hero stuff y'know."

"We found out everything we wanted to know so we won't pester you anymore. Also asked about hero stuff like you said." He continued, watching as you focused on writing the lesson objectives on the blackboard rather than the conversation.

"There was one thing that piqued our interest though." One of the girls giddily added on as if it were a trade secret they were all in on. Unawares to you, the entire class held a unanimous feeling of bubbling expectance, like a time bomb waiting to go off.

"Uh huh." You continued writing, lacking investment in the whole ordeal.

"He said wants to marry you too."

The snapping of your chalk echoed a little too heavily in the anticipating silence of the classroom.

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[ Masterlist ]

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Goodbye, Peter

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count:��~1.7k

Warnings: major fluff

Summary: Football season is upon your college, and everyone gets into the spirit. The football players like to go from dorm room to dorm room getting people excited for the games. Everything changes when Peter knocks on your door.

Square Filled: natasha romanoff for @spider-man-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Your older sister pulls the car next to your dorm building with a sigh. It’s the first day of your sophomore year of college. Since you got to keep the same dorm as last year, all of your things are still inside your room. This time, you only have a few boxes that Natasha helps you with. You walk with her to her car and grab the last few pillows. She looks like she is going to cry, and you have to hold back your eye roll.

At the same time last year, Natasha behaved the exact same way.

“Would you stop? I’ll be fine.”

“College is a big deal. I wish I went.”

“You still can, you know. Age is just a number when it comes to college.”

“It’s too late for me,” she chuckles. “Listen, I’m a phone call away, okay? I’ll steal one of Tony’s suits if I have to. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“I know,” you smile. “Now go save the world and let me try and save my education.”

“Okay.” She pulls you in for a hug. “Be good and don’t do drugs.”

“I won’t,” you laugh. Natasha gets back into the car and drives off soon after. You walk back into your dorm to see your new roommate already on her bed. She wasn’t there when you moved your stuff in. “Oh, hi. My name is Y/N.”

“Sarah. Let me see your school schedule.” You pass it to her. “Ooh! We have two classes together! Awesome!” Her face falls “Oh, you have Mr. Rogers for English 101. Good luck with him. I had him last year so I’ll give you a few tips on how to pass his class.”

“Thanks,” you smile.

In spite of her persistence, you two hit it off. Classes are easy enough (thanks to Sarah’s tips for Mr. Rogers), and the students put the spirit in school spirit. A few weeks after the first day, football season takes off. This school is known for going all out for their teams, and football is no exception. Besides the classrooms, every room has at least some form of football merch to support the team for their away games.

Cheerleaders scour the campus in droves to cheer for their team and spread awareness for the games coming up. They’ve posted the schedules in every dorm and on every student’s dorm door. One of the things that the football players love to do to get people excited for the games is to go around to every dorm, girls and boys combined, knock on their doors, throw a football right when the person opens the door, catch it before the ball can hit them, say something cheesy about the games, and moves onto the next.

They did it last year but you were back home with Natasha so you weren't able to participate in it.

Peter wasn’t sure about the whole college thing since he had to take his GED in order to get in. He would have graduated had Dr. Strange not made everyone on Earth forget Peter Parker existed. He wanted to go back to his friends but they were put in danger because of him, and he couldn’t put them through that again. It was time for him to move on, and college seemed like the perfect place to do so.

He can start fresh and be anyone he wants. He can do anything he wants. Before, he wasn’t able to play sports because then people would know he was Spiderman, but now that’s not a problem. He came into college with those abilities so no one was wiser about it. He joined the football team as soon as he could and has been on the team since freshman year.

Peter and his teammates move on to the next room after pranking the last girl. He knocks on the door and uses his spidey senses to know when someone comes to the door. He nods to his friend who throws the football just as the door opens. The girl flinches back but Peter catches the ball with a huge smile on his face.

“Don’t forget to cheer for us at this week’s upcoming game! I promise, no balls will be thrown at your face.”

The girl laughs and looks at her roommate who is filming it all. Peter and his team do this for the next few doors, earning smiles and laughs. He gets to the last one at the end of the hallway and knocks on it. Peter nods to his friend to throw the ball, which he does. The door opens and Peter catches the ball before it can hit you. He has a cheesy saying on the tip of his tongue, but when he looks into your eyes, it’s like everything goes blank inside his mind.

Your eyes are so… mesmerizing. Your lips are perfectly pink. You have a sort of innocent look to you, and Peter can’t look away from you. You stand there with a slight blush and a shy smile on your face.

“Can I help you?” you finally ask.

Peter stumbles over his words as he tries to think of a response.

“Nothing. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Dude, what are you doing?” one of his teammates asks.

You quietly chuckle and close the door behind you but not before glancing at Peter once more. Peter shakes his head and leaves with his team but only gets as far as the stairs. He quickly turns, jogs back to your dorm, and knocks on the door. You open it seconds later with another shy smile on your face.

“My name is Peter.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“What’s your name?”

“Goodbye, Peter,” you grin and close the door on him.

Peter can’t get you out of his mind from then out. He even has trouble sleeping because all he can think about is the bright color of your eyes and the way your hair flows down your shoulder blades. He didn't think he’d ever feel this way about someone after MJ yet here he is, thinking of you like how he thought about her.

The next day, Peter heads to your dorm before his class. This time, he doesn’t have his friends with him. He knocks on the door before he can talk himself out of it, and you open it seconds later.

“What are you doing here? This is the girls’ dorm.”

“I know, but I can’t get you out of my head as cliche as that sounds. I have to know your name.”

You smile. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Peter breaks out in a cheesy grin and just stares at you. You blush under his gaze and start to close the door. “Goodbye, Peter.”

Like Peter is going to stay away from you. The next day rolls around, and you look at your watch for the fifth time.

“What are you waiting for? You don’t have class today,” Sarah says from her bed.

“No, I don’t.” You smile. “It’s almost three.”

“What’s at three?”

Right at three, someone knocks on the door. You smirk at Sarah and walk to the door before opening it. Standing there is Peter. 

“Hi, Peter.”

“I want, no… I need to ask you out on a date. Will you agree to going out with me? On a date.”

“No,” you chuckle.

Peter’s expression changes but it doesn’t fall in disappointment. “Why not?”

“You know, some girls might think it’s stalking with the way you keep showing up here uninvited.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay.” Peter turns to leave but doesn’t. “Ask me not to come back tomorrow, and I won’t come back and I won’t ask you on a date.”

You can’t do that. You find him charming and cute. There’s something about him that’s pulling you to him, but the last thing you’re going to do is make it easy for him.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You close the door on him and turn to Sarah who has a wide smile on her face. “What are you smiling about?”

“It’s like a Wattpad story come to life. You should have said yes.”

“He’ll be back tomorrow.”

And tomorrow he came. He came the day after that, and the day after that, and the following week after that. He comes at the same time every single day regardless of what he has going on in his life to ask you on a date which you always tell him no. It’s a game you two love playing. You’ll say eventually. You just want to see how hard he’ll work for it.

The first weekend that Peter’s team has an away game comes, and you’re upset you couldn’t go because of exams. You have two this next week so you’re taking this weekend to study for both of them. Sarah is over at her boyfriend’s dorm so you have the place to yourselves. You look at the time and groan from how late it is. 

Someone knocks on the door, and you look at it in confusion. Who could be here at eleven at night? You grab your cardigan and wrap it around yourself before going over to the door. One look through the peephole has you confused.

‘“Peter?” you say as you open the door. “What are you doing here?” Peter pants and holds onto the wall to catch his breath. “You just had a game. You’re supposed to be at ASU.”

“I had to see you,” he says. “We’ve been away all week and I hated not being able to see you.”

“Peter, it’s nearly midnight.”

He rests his arm on your doorframe and leans in. “Tell me not to come back tomorrow and ask you on a date.”

You have to hide your smile when you say this. “Don’t come back, Peter.”

This time, his face falls. “What?”

“I won’t be here.”

He tries not to look disappointed. “Oh, okay,” he nods.

“Yeah, I have this date with this guy who is charming and cute and looks like he ran hundreds of miles just to ask me on a date.”

Suddenly, Peter’s frown turns upside down. “Wait, you’re talking about me?”

“You’re so cute. Yes, I’m talking about you.”

“You’ll go on a date with me?”

“Yes,” you giggle.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He leans in closer to you. “Tell me not to kiss you right now.”

“Goodbye, Peter,” you grin.

You’re about to close the door on his face when he pushes it back open. He grabs you, pulls you into him, and kisses you.

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[heartfullofleeches]

What are Remmy/Sammy/Liu/Carnis/Clem/Aspen/Blacksmith doing for thanksgiving?

Also happy thanksgiving! I hope you’re feeling better and in less pain!

Remmy:

Prior to the date, he's insisting to his folks they don't need to drop by for a visit. They're both so busy with their own lives, and there's a certain someone he'd like to spend at least one Thanksgiving alone with to enjoy that quiet, domestic bliss before his family bombards them with a million questions about their future together.

"My parents couldn't come out this year... You wanna maybe stop by? I'll prepare something just for the two of us and if things feels a little lonely we can set the table with family.. Other family, I mean. The dolls... Does that sound too silly?"

Sammy:

Would sooner hole himself up for another sleepless night in the funeral home than spend the holiday with his family, but they always managed to wear him down- Possibly due to the venue being closed, but who's to say. He might be able to skip this years festivities if he has already made plans with someone else. His father would still be the grumpy hard ass he is, but any signs of wedding bells in the future and his mother will send him in your direction with a pie in hand.

Liu:

On holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving, Liu celebrates by donating their time to local food kitchens. They have nobody else to spend the day with before meeting their darling, and if they're completely alone on those days it puts them in a bad headspace. Giving back and helping out their community is another thing that grounds Liu with their humanity as their species typically cares only for themselves/the family it creates.

If their darling is in the picture, Liu halfs their day so they can spend the rest of the night with them warming up the feast they prepared in preparation.

Carnis:

"I'm t-thankful for sweets, and a warm place to sleep, and...and hot baths, and... you... Y-you're at the top of the list,but I t-thought that'd be pretty obvious... by now.."

Carnis has never heard of Thanksgiving- They don't know much about any celebrations beyond their birthday, but that technically can't be called a holiday - not until they meet you anyway. What better way to show their gratitude than to offer their meat- No? Then at least them set the table. They aren't the greatest chef right off the bat, but there must be something they can help you with. They'll get pouty if you attempt to do household chores in their stead.

They get like that any other day too, but how are they supposed to show their appreciation if you take over from them?

Clementine:

"Dinner will be ready in approximately one hundred and twenty... Correction, make that one hundred and fourty five seconds... You would like me to sit you?.. Strange."

Keeps to herself and for a period, actively seems to avoid you. She has lot to do in the kitchen afterall- Certainly isn't grappling with an bothersome emotions over not being your true family whether platonically or romantically. That would be ridiculous.

Aspen:

It's not a holiday he would celebrate on his own, but he with take whatever excuse he can muster to prepare a big meal for his spouse. Prods his darling for cherished memories of events past. While his own remains a secret, Aspen lives for the remnants of darling's life before they became one.

There are some traditional Thanksgiving foods that he does not fancy, but he will make for darling if he is a fan. Scolds them if they dare bring anything store bought into his kitchen, but if darling is sneaky enough later that evening they'll find him scarfing down a can of cranberry sauce.

Blacksmith:

"You required one of these feathery creatures, did you not? I can remove its head if the stare of its soulless eyes offends you."

Gods in their time held their own traditions, but even then Blacksmith rarely had the grace to be apart of the festivities. It's a great honor for you to share this holiday with them, and he will do everything in his power to be the model guest. It will try to be on their best behavior for you, but there are no guarantees.

[toadsong]

BEASTIE ADOPTS - PT 2

Finally manage to scrounge up enough energy to make a few more beasties- with a few more on the way! I've been working hard on these for a few months. Pricing + availability below the cut!

What is an adoptable?

An adopt is a pre-designed character that I create, and you can buy to be able be able to use and claim as your own character. You can use it for pretty much whatever you want, as long as you follow the rules below!

INFO + RULES:

Once you buy the adopts, they’re yours. You’re welcome to redesign, alter, give away and/or trade as you see fit. The only thing I ask that you don't do is reselling for a higher price (same or below is fine).

You’re welcome to use them for any setting that you please! Headworlds, writing, video games, go nuts. Credit would be appreciated, though, if asked!

The placeholder names, personality, and info are just.. placeholder/concepts! You can name them whatever you want, give them any pronouns, personality, lore, whatever! I won’t feel bad lol

Once I receive payment, I’ll send you a full size, transparent, unwatermarked image of your adopt!

I can hold them for up to a week!

If one is on hold, you can still message and ask to be next in line if whatever they’re being held for doesn’t work out.

AVAILABILITY + PRICING:

Base price for each adopt is currently $60 USD, however, you can check out some discounts at the bottom! They’re numbered left to right.

“SILLAY” - ON HOLD

“CRESCENT” - OPEN

“ROSEMARY” - OPEN

“SAURN” - OPEN

“SUNKEN” - ON HOLD

DISCOUNTS + DEALS

Yeah, we know this is what you’re here for!  I’m going to offer several discounts and deals, which are subject to change, and may or may not pop in and out.

COMMISSION BUNDLE If you buy a character from me, you can also get a get a commission of that character for 25% off to come with it! This only applies once, and has to be worked out around the time of purchasing the character. You choose the type of commission you’d like! Commission info is here.

PASSION DISCOUNT If you do a piece of fanwork for one of these characters- come up with extensive lore, a piece of art, a piece of writing, etc- and I can tell you actually put some effort and passion into it, then you can get them for 30% off… making them $42! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy and I’m not going to judge you by how ‘good’ your work is- again, it’s only judged by passion for the character. If I can tell you genuinely enjoyed it and had fun and will love the character you get (instead of having them simply sit on a dusty shelf or resold, etc), you get the discount! If you’re worried about the work taking a while but you want to wait until it’s done to buy them, no worries! I can hold a character for up to a week for you.

BONUS LORE If you wanna shell out an extra $5, I can help come up with something much more fleshed out as far as lore/backstory goes! Names, backstory, personality, all the bells and whistles. I can also work with you to fit it into any preexisting lore or characters you might want them to be worked with! Once again, you’re welcome to change any of this- but I’ll work with ya on it to make sure it’s something you like!

TRADES I’m a bit iffy on art trades or character trades, but I’m not going to say they’re out of the question. You’re welcome to ask, but be aware that there's a high probability of me saying no.

If you’re interested, you can message me here on tumblr. We can discuss here, or move to discord if you’d prefer!

[smilesatdawnmain]

Eternal LMK AU (Part 11) interactive story

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Ship: shadowpeach

Mihou felt himself step back, eyes wide and heart pounding. For a moment he felt- he couldn’t describe it. A chill, a subtle warning that the look in Wukong’s eyes was not something to seek or indulge. Wukong could not hurt him, not anymore, he knew. He knew and he forgave.

He wanted to forgive, and he would stick with that decision. But- perhaps relying solely on this King was something he should do no longer.

All he knew was that the idea of going with Wukong right, only Wukong, felt like a very bad idea. There was still so much between them. Clearly neither were knowledgeable when it came to matters of the soul, or what to do to a lingering one.

As much as he debated letting go, letting Wukong consume his world and being the only thing Macaque needed- he knew that wasn’t enough. Wukong was mighty, but not all knowing, not all powerful. They needed serious help to understand this.

“Wait,” he murmured. Wukong jostled, eyes widened when his Moon stepped away from him. His eyes glazed, lost and confused. Macaque was quick to add, “We can’t figure this out, Wukong. Not alone.” He swallowed hard, steeling his voice. “I don’t know the first thing about the soul- and neither do you.” He adds in when Wukong opens his mouth to disagree.

The King flinched, lowering his gaze. He supposed that was true. Had had a lot of time to learn when with the Monk, but not enough to understand in the deeper level that was required for this sort of thing. His brow furrowed, jaw tense. He reached his hand out, brushing near Macaque’s hand. It linger just above it, hovering.

Macaque’s gaze softened, lifting his hand up to hold it between them, their hands just centimeters from touching. He too wished- even for just a moment…

“We… don’t need anyone else.” Wukong murmured, his voice a deep husk, tinged with a quiet intensity that had Macaque shuddering. He glanced down, fighting the urge to agree with him.

Once, he would bend over backwards for Wukong to say that to him. For Wukong to mean it.

Time has a funny way of changing that, he supposed. Death had a funny way of changing that. What one would send him to the moon now gave a colder sensation. Still, he appreciated Wukong’s attempts to keep him close… it felt nice to see Wukong value him. For a while he had worried Wukong had lost that affection for him.

“Wukong,” he says, a tilt to his head. “We can’t do this alone.” he rubbed his arm, “I… I am still struggling to fully trust you. Alone.” He ducked his head a little, ears flickering. Just a bit ago he was cursing him out… his foolish Sun. If he was going to get through this without falling back into old habits- without being completely overwhelmed by his Mate’s light, he needed support. He needed to be able to turn to others too. Just as Wukong had. Just as Wukong had grown from others to be better, he needed to do the same.

He also needed to ensure whatever progress Wukong had gained that he didn’t lose. Macaque knew better then anyone what loss and fear did to one’s mind. Made you different. Made you the worst version of himself

He had been the worst version for a while.

…no wonder Wukong did away with him.

“I… I’m scared to be alone with you.” Macaque choked.

The King slouched, eyes wide and vulnerable. A look Macaque was always so weak to, biting his tongue to not take back his words. Slowly Wukong lowered his hands, balling them into fists. Hunched back, his expression was rigid, he exhaled shakily. It felt so- unreal Mihou was here. Willing to talk to him. Willing to try.

He too should be willing to do anything his Moon wanted in thanks.

As redemption.

To ensure his Moon never felt afraid to be with him.

. “I…” and sighed, nodding, “Okay,” he resigned. “Who exactly do you suggest?” He didn’t exactly have a lot of friends knowledgeable about this sort of stuff.

….He didn’t have a lot of friends anymore period.

Macaque considered that. Many flashed in his mind, but not all immediately struck him as people who could help.

Perhaps his sworn sister, Princess Iron Fan? She had many connections- one might be useful.

Yellow Tusk the wise, as the name implies, had a bounty of wisdom at his disposal. Of course he hadn’t seen him since just a little into the start of Wukong’s pilgrimage.

Perhaps Chang’e? An old friend that had seen many strange phenomena in her lifetime? The only issue was getting to her.

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[ranticore]

About the kid raised by harpies, we have a rough story to explain how they ended up there (it got a lot longer than I thought it would omg): A pen has her eggs stolen, she is able to see the man who steals them but he ends up escaping. This event causes her partner to completely lose faith in their king, believing she could do a better job, and she eventually turns into a king herself, defeating him and taking the pen as a tiercel. As the pen has always been very active, and could barely keep herself still in the tiercel nest at all, they make a deal: she will be allowed to patrol the areas around the eyrie, as long as she's never far enough to disappear from view, never hunts and immediately comes back at any signs of danger. One day, as she's observing a human caravan passing by, she sees a very familiar face… With him, a woman, and in her arms a baby, who they lovingly look at. She follows the caravan further and further, waiting, watching… when an opportunity arises, she snatches the child and flies away with it, back to the eyrie. Her king is incredibly worried when she's back, looking for any sign of injury. What happened? What were you thinking? What would I do if you- wait what is that She explains what happened, and argues that it's only fair that she keeps the human's child after he took hers. She wouldn't be doing anything vital anyways, as it would only take away her time and resources from the flock, but it would be a great distraction from her boredom, keeping her closer to the eyrie. Besides, what other flock has a human in its midst? What a novelty for him to show off! His flock is so prosperous that they can not only keep tiercels but also raise a being from a completely different species just for the fun of it! In the end, he gives in, letting his beloved keep her "hobby project". btw we've thought of calling the kid "Five Talons", since, well, five fingers and all (also it sounds cooler than Five Digits). The first name we came up with was "Stolen Goods" though, I really liked it but friend noticed that it sounded a bit mean dskmfd What do you think? :] I would appreciate some help with naming the pen and the king as well... I'm almost done drawing the first one, may I send you the drawing through a message?

Ahh so sorry it took me a while to get to this!! Yes of course you can dm me any time and I can help with the naming if you like

This story is so funny honestly I'm completely on board... I especially like the angle of "well look, isn't it kind of a flex to raise a human child as well as we're doing?" because that's really. That's just how they think all the time, you always have to be showing off it's just like the law.

Also I'm thinking of this sort of almost parent trap (?) type situation going on here where both stolen babies are sort of being raised in parallel in a sense, by parents who have had their true child stolen from them, so I wonder what types of experiences they may have in common (and whether they might ever be able to meet and bond over it? Like here's a sibling you never knew you had... or instead would they hold the other responsible for their own situation, the hurt of their parents, etc. Much to consider!!!).

Bearing in mind that a stolen harpy is likely not going to a very prestigious town flock, otherwise there'd be no need to resort to theft, it would likely be in more of a similar situation to the human kid than you'd think - raised entirely by a different species, lacking a 'role model' of a sort, potentially not even knowing that other harpies/humans exist, and thinking of themselves as perhaps uniquely weird (in either a positive OR negative sense, i could see both). The difference being that the baby harpy would be raised into servitude, and the baby human is being raised to show off. Both ways are dehumanising (or deharpyising?) in different directions, obviously one has it worse but being placed on a pedestal of your adoptive parent's rage and pain can't be fun either.

[short-honey-badger]

Doll 4

Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader

Summary: You and Shanks drink, and Benn assures you that they're fine with you joining the crew

Warnings: Some darker thoughts from Reader. Abuse and slavery

Doll Masterlist

The port that you met Shanks in isn’t very big, but there are enough shops around to keep the two of you entertained until the ship is ready for departure. After breakfast, you had waved goodbye to the waitress, and then the two of you were back out in the streets. Shanks kept you close, his hand tangled with your own as he pointed out what shops were for what. You knew most of what he was talking about. You weren't so sheltered that you couldn't recognize what's what, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You quietly admitted that whatever money you'd been able to take from Sabaody had run out earlier in the week before Shanks had arrived. The redhead had waved your concerns away and assured you that now that you were part of the crew that you'd have an “allowance” for lack of a better word. Not to mention whatever cut you were given when they found any kind of treasure. They were pirates after all.

Shanks led you back to the bar where Benn and Yasopp were found at the bar, a drink in hand already, and it wasn't even noon yet. You eye them and then your captain when he orders a tankard of rum, brow cocked when he lifted it to his lips and drained a portion of it. You couldn't help but watch the way his throat worked and blushed when he caught you staring.

The redhead winked, and you huffed, “Do you always drink this early?”

Shanks shrugged a shoulder, lips turned up in a what can you do smile, “What else is there to do but drink and have a good time while we wait?”

You considered his words. The pirate wasn't wrong. It wasn't like you'd been doing much while you waited around on the island. You'd been convinced that you would have just wasted away in that corner, or eventually caught by the World Government and dragged back to Marie Geois. You sighed and then shrugged.

“Get me an ale?”

Shanks grinned and pulled out a chair for you, gesturing for you to sit with Benn and Yasopp, “Anything for you, doll.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics and watch him lope over to the bar. While he is gone, Benn eyes the newest member of their crew, looking her over as he sips from his bottle. He doesn't mind that Shanks had brought you on, but he can only hope that you know what you're doing.

The Red-Haired Pirates weren't for the faint of heart. Benn has seen and done things that would make any normal man sick. You needed to understand that while they were carefree and accepting of her new position, they were also one of the strongest crews on the Grand Line. They are a ruthless group of pirates that took what they wanted when they wanted. Other crews had tried to take their spot and were left smoking ruins to sink into the sea. Would you be able to handle that?

“You don't mind that I'm coming with you, right?”

Her voice pushed Benn from his thoughts, and he and Yasopp focused on you. You look a bit nervous now that you've spoken up, but he can see the determined set of your shoulders.

“Even if we had protested, telling Shanks no is like telling the wind to stop blowing,” Benn grumbles and reaches for the pack of cigarettes that sits in his front pocket. He strikes a match and inhales deeply, “But no. We don't have a problem with it.”

His assurance seems to make you relax. He watches you slump back in your chair, a relieved look on your face at their easy acceptance of your presence. It makes Benn wonder what the Celestial Dragons had put you through and finds that whatever answer you would eventually give them would make him hate the bastards even more.

All your life, you've striven to have even a crumb of what these men give out for free. This easy comradery that you can see in each member of the crew. It infuriates you to an extent that you've never been able to have this, but knowing you have it now, that you can grow and thrive under these men, makes that rage cool into a warm simmer.

“Not giving _ too hard of a time, right?” Shanks interrupts as he plonks your drink in front of you and sits to your right. He eyes his first and second mate suspiciously. He'd explained your request to them last night after you'd gone to bed, and they had their concerns, but they were overall fine with you coming on board. It mostly stimmed from the fact that you came from Marie Geois, and the less the Red-Haired Pirates had to do with them, the better.

“We know better than that, Shanks. That's your department,” Yasopp snarked, and the three of you snickered at the captain's expense.

Shanks pouted, lips pursed, but you could tell that he didn’t really mind the teasing. He cut his eyes at you, giving you a pitiful look, “See what I have to deal with, Doll?”

You snicker and take a sip of your ale. The feeling of being able to fully relax is still foreign to you. Back in Marie Geois, getting caught even speaking to another slave could end in punishment. The household that had owned you were very strict in their rules and strived for perfection, and that included the people that they owned. You found it hard to be around the pirates and free people sometimes, fearful that his was all a dream and you would wake up, stuck inside your tiny closet room until your masters called for you.

A warm hand on your thigh makes you jump. You flick your eyes down to see that your captain’s hand spred wide, his thumb dragging soothing circles against your covered flesh even as he banters back and forth with his crew mates. It makes your heart beat a little faster, knowing that Shanks had noticed the drop in your mood so easily.

Should it make you uncomfortable how quickly the redhead seemed to read you? Maybe, but you couldn’t find the strength to care very much about it. The feeling of having someone like Shanks looking out for you was heady and one that you wouldn’t give up without a fight. Knowing how strong the redhead is was one of the biggest reasons that you had asked him for help in the first place. The slave rumor mill was a wide and varied one. You’ve always been a better listener than a rambler in the first place.

Still staring at his hand, it makes you think about his words back in the bakery. Shanks had told the waitress that he was taken and hadn’t told you otherwise afterward, only that he’d wanted the other woman to leave the two of you alone. Would someone like your captain even want someone as messed up as you? As scared and branded? The thought makes you frown, so you try your best to shove it down and focus on the conversation flowing around you.

Shanks eyes the woman beside him. He had practically felt your dark thoughts permeating the air around you, but it seemed like his touch had swiftly brought you out of them. He wished he could tell what you were thinking. If you liked him touching you, because Shanks doesn’t want to stop. He wants to touch you all the time, even if it’s something as small as holding your hand. Shanks wanted to push your limits to see how far you would let him go.

But he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable, to make it seem like now that just because you were a part of his crew that he had some kind of ownership over you. The thought made his stomach churn in disgust. Shanks didn't want you to think he was anything like the people you escaped from. He wanted to be your savior, the man that you could depend on for anything. He couldn't do that if you didn't trust him.

So Shanks would be patient. He would get to know you for you, let whatever mutual attraction the two of you had for one another bloom naturally. Allow you to set whatever pace you deemed fit, and be happy that you wanted his attention in the first place.

[celestialmantdonna]

Thor appreciated Wanda's kind words, but he knew that the guilt would persist. Wanda understood guilt as well, and as much as he wanted to dwell on the negativity like he had been doing for the last five years, he had found a distraction in the chaotic lifestyle of the Guardians. That and the fact that Wanda was a fellow Avenger.

Mantis smiled when Wanda said she could create her own clothing, and she nodded.

"The Benatar is big. There is enough space for you to stay," she said. Gentle hands held Wanda by the shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. "You will not cause problems. You are struggling, like the rest of us, and you need support. Let us provide that for you. I cannot promise that we will solve all your troubles, but I can promise that you will not have to face them alone."

Thor nodded when Wanda looked at him. "You are more than welcome to stay. In truth, only Nebula seems reluctant to let you do so. But the Star-Lord is right, she ought not judge you. Stay with us, Wanda. 'Tis the only way you can begin to heal." He didn't mean that staying with the Guardians specifically was the only way, but being surrounded by people was. It was important that Wanda gained a sense of connection and community so she would feel seen and heard. It would help her realize that she mattered.

Mantis gave back to Wanda her picture with Vision and the boys, then guided her to one of the bathrooms, explaining where each thing was so the woman would be able to shower, as she was unfamiliar with the Benatar. Mantis offered Wanda her shampoo, honey scented with traces of flowers. She had created it by mixing up a few different types of shampoo, so it would adapt to all types of hair texture and produce a calming effect.

She left Wanda alone and returned with the rest of the Guardians. Their verbal sparring had subdued, and when Wanda returned, she would find that the Guardians had unfolded the sofas into beds, and Thor was making tea for everyone.

"Asgardian herbal tea," he explained to Wanda, and handed her a mug.

"Zune," Quill said, mimicking Thor's voice, and gave Wanda the device. "Play any song you want. It'll make you feel better."

Drax was eating the rest of the soup Mantis made, since Wanda said she didn't want any more.

"You added yaro root," he remarked.

"I did," Mantis chirped.

"Yaro root?" Nebula repeated, and quickly walked over to the Kylosian warrior. "Give me."

Drax handed her the spoon as Thor kept giving everyone the mugs.

"We'll all sleep here," Mantis explained, smiling at Wanda. "That way you will not be alone with the book. Not even for a second. We are here for you, Wanda."

What Have I Become? || closed reply

@thiscrimsonsoul continued from here

Mantis knew things would never be the same, not after everything Thanos had done to the galaxy. To the family Mantis had found when she wasn't even looking for one. She had always known the galaxy was cruel, so much so that Mantis only sought to make it softer with her gentle disposition. But, as she witnessed the aftermath of Thanos' plan, Mantis realized she would hardly be able to make a difference. She pushed the thought aside; after all, a small difference was still a difference.

Even though the galaxy had been permanently changed, Mantis enjoyed little moments like these, letting her mind wander while she would tend to her plants. She hummed a melody, her hands arranging the leaves calmly. Focused as she was, she didn't notice there was someone new aboard the Benatar. She was startled by a loud knock on her bedroom door, and she frowned slightly before reaching out to open it.

"Wanda?" Mantis asked. What was Wanda Maximoff doing in space? And how did she get into their ship?

Mantis wasn't too familiar with Wanda, but as the young woman threw her arms around her, begging for help, Mantis hugged her back almost instinctively. A victim of the Snap holding another in a moment of need, now that they were something other than mere dust.

"Wanda," she repeated, keeping her voice soft. "What...?"

Wanda's energy revealed she was unwell, so Mantis knew her healthy, youthful appearance was an illusion. Wanda was in so much pain... She was grieving, and she felt tremendous loss, guilt and overwhelming loneliness. Mantis rubbed Wanda's back in an attempt to soothe her, though she refused to use her powers for now. Sometimes people just needed a hug and a sympathetic ear.

"It's okay, you are safe. Thor is here, if you are looking for him, and... I am here, too. You are not alone," she said, hoping Wanda would understand that whatever had happened, she didn't have to go through it alone.

[lizajane2]

I'm sorry but this is gonna be a long post so buckle in if you read this. I just wanna apperciate animation as a whole.

I have watched anime since I was a child from Inuyasha to Bleach, then to One Piece and Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen and Demon Slayer. To experience the way animation has evolved is absolutely mindblowing especially with this fight.

My jaw was open the entire time in awe of how pretty it is. Like yes the fighting is amazing, but the animation itself is breathtaking. I mean you even have Luffy vs Kaido where he grabs clouds that are made of just water and you see it stretch as he takes hold, turns lightning into a solid form (rubber is an amorphous solid) and I point out these things because of the way they animated it.

When the texture of the lightning changes and how it bends reminds me of one of those plasma balls I had when I was kid. You would touch the glass and it would change its form. Kind of like how you see here as well when he goes to throw it:

It looks like he's holding fire, which is plasma like lightning, because it responds to electric fields. I go back to these fights a lot and see different things I didn't see before. It makes me love anime in general even more.

Another animated scene of Luffy in Gear 5 is this:

The immediate change in texture shows the viewer the power he has gained. You see, rubber doesn't have an internal structure, and they show that here by the way his body slightly bounces, in the way he breathes and in his stance. This is the scene that actually made me adore Luffy as Nika.

Now, I wanna move on to Demon Slayer. Tengen vs Gyutaro lives in my head rent free just as much as Zoro vs King does.

If you told me at nine years old that this fight would exist, I wouldn’t believe you. I would tell you that you are lying because of the fluidity, the lighting and directing. How it never misses a step. There is not a single flaw in this whole scene.

But what I really want to talk about in this anime is the explosion… I have never experienced a scene so realistic.

You mean to tell me that this isn't an explosion in real time? Bullshit. And when they zoom in on the snowflake as its being melted from the heat... I know it's simple, a tiny little detail, but those things make it for me.

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[parmahamlarrie]

We are back! I was sick this month (boo) but it meant tons of time for reading and I've hopefully fallen back in love with it again! So many good fics this month, hope you enjoy!

Have Faith In Me || @stylinsoncity || 183.4k Age Difference, Fashion Assistant Louis, Baker Harry, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining, Light Angst This has easily become one of my favourite fics ever. The dynamic between the boys is precious, the angst didn't wreck me (you all know I don't do well with angst) and it was just thoroughly enjoyable! Do note the age difference, if that's not your thing.

Flash Back to Me || @mason-conaway || 73k Amnesia AU, Therapy, Established Relationship, Falling in Love (again), College AU, Slow Burn, Fluff and Light Angst I have been such a sucker for Amnesia AU's lately and this one was just so lovely! A different take on the trope and so fun while keeping the seriousness such a situation requires!

now I think that I could love you back || @maroonmoonlouis || 42.2k A/B/O, Princes AU, Royalty AU, Regency AU, Courting, Mating Rituals This one has stuck with me perhaps more than any other recently! The world this author created has sucked me in and stayed with me since I've read it. I would easily read every detail of these two's life together!

put a little love on me || @larrydoinglaundry || 29.4k A/B/O, Paramedic Louis, Single Parent Harry, Neighbour AU This one is a lovely cosy neighbours story with the softest, touch starved Alpha I've ever seen! A pleasure from start to finish!

Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) || @greenblueish || 28k Hospital AU, Doctor Harry, Nurse Louis, Exes to Lovers I restarted Grey's Anatomy and had to read this one! It is, in my opinion, better than Grey's (less angst, more Harry and Louis) and wholeheartedly a wonderful read!

On Thin Ice || @neondiamond || 16.4k Hockey AU, Olympics AU, Established Relationship, Winter, Secret Relationship Why I decided to read this in the middle of May? No clue! How I somehow missed Jess' fic when I'm president of her fan club? Also, no clue! But, I loved this and you will too, even in May/June!

just one look (and I fell so hard) || @disgruntledkittenface || 15.2k NYC, Broadway, Theater Lover AU, Meet-Cute I think this officially becomes the fic I want most to happen IRL. However, not sure I will ever go to theater alone. That might throw a wrench in my plans to find the love of my life.

reckless behaviour || @nouies || 13.5k Strangers to Lovers, KidFic, Injury Recovery, Footie Harry, Single Dad Louis

[chayannesegg]

im so glad empanada, even after a tough day, got to have that talk and hug with richas and then bagi where em got some lovely advice about dealing with grief from richas & talked about what went wrong during the day

but i can't help but contrast this with sunny. sunny who empanada still hasn't seen. sunny whose been alone for days. sunny whose talked with almost no one. sunny who doesn't know bad is dead. sunny whose pretending tubbo isn't dead. sunny who got no goodbye. sunny who got no long talks about grief. sunny who got no explanations. sunny who no one visited today. sunny whose birthday is tomorrow. sunny who no one will wake up for first tomorrow

[moiraimyths]

Before we call anon rude because let’s see it from their perspective, imagine getting an entire feast to eat. That can be pretty hard to start with so much that’s going on, but if they start with one thing they know they’ll like (aka one character they like) that can be the start for them leaping to other characters to finish the story and the bigger story. I struggle the same way to start book series if I don’t have at least one character that drives me to read it, it’s all about what can be the hook to push them through. Sounds like the anon is neurodivergent (just a guess) so they might genuinely not see it as rude and see it as a solution to even play the game to start with.

Btw absolutely adore the game, the complex and rich characters making them all so unique is amazing. The art is so pleasing to the eyes I love it!! I’m waiting for it all to get out at once so I don’t get too impatient. Shae however interests me the most, which routes will have the most lore for them? Will there be routes that give more lore in general based on decisions you make or do they all share the same amount? (I mean general lore not just Shae lore)

Apologies; we are not trying to accuse any asker of being rude! We are simply explaining our perspective as the developers / are trying to broadly encourage folks to dip their toes into other areas of the story outside of the main route(s) they're interested in, especially considering some routes will be made available sooner than others, and these other routes will likely contain additional scenes/lore of everyone's fave(s) regardless! We want to give each main cast member an equal amount of love (and lore) regardless of their overall popularity, so our goal is not to tut-tut anyone for having strong preferences for one character over the others, but rather to explain that you may be surprised by how much *more* you learn about your preferred characters in the other routes. That's all!

For Shae... Well, they were a foot soldier for one of the worst periods of the War. Lore wise, any other story that touches on the War will likely have content relevant to them and their experiences. ^^

[gumy-shark]

girl who loves analyzing fighting styles and characters power levels vs mob psycho 100, an anime which doesn’t focus on the mechanics of its power system at all

[lulabo]

it's been literally 20 years (apparently dear LORD) and I still regularly get salty that the Sherman-Palladinos made die-hard audiophile music nerd and also vicarious-drama-lover Lane Kim say she was embarrassed to have a thing for Fleetwood Mac

[satans-knitwear]

chewing on u all 🥺🎉