#platonic yandere 97

[honey-minded-hivemind]

THREE DESIGN COMBO

Sorry if these designs aren't really as distorted as they could've possibly been, this is honestly my first time drawing all three,

also some poor guy seeing this tall ass beast with sharp teeth(sabertooth) kill a full grown moose

Oh. My. Mother of Pearl...

They're absolutely PERFECT!!!!

I love their fluffiness, they're all just big fluffy guys checking on their poor kit who's starting to realize there's more going on-

Wolverine looks so small and deadly (and like he just saw Becky!)! His eyes are bright white, his stance tense and ready to attack, and can become even sharper and deadlier and pokier if he feels threatened (or is protecting someone). The colors are spot on! At first his head could be mistaken for an owl by some late night hiker or burglar... only to discover it is attached to this creature, who immediately jumpscares them.

Sabretooth is so tall and thin and looks like a sleep paralysis demon (yeah, he more or less forced himself through, he missed his kit). His teeth are extra sharp and pointy, his eyes promise danger, his arms are sharp and large and could crush a man, and he can bring fown a f*cking moose ad well as a bear (poor hiker has an accident after seeing him, and Sabretooth happily brings the fresh meat back to his kit's home, they need to eat more-!). Yep. The fluff, the claws, the feral energy- you nailed it down completely!

And Beast... he's so fluffy!!! His fur is pointer, his teeth are showing and almost tusk like, his hands and feet are even bigger now, and even though he looks like he could kill you, wants nothing more than to hug Reader to death. His poor seet kit! How could they be tossed away so carelessly, given pills that poisoned them amd took away their gifts, and left eith no memory of themself or them? He's trying not to cry as he pets them and hums some Mozart, flipping through a book quietly and shusbing anyone else who came through (the baby needs sleep, and they need lots of it, with the way their body is going back to normal amd fighting itself to be rid of the poison). He's so big and fluffy!!!!

( @thewickedweiner Cube Anon. You did, so awesome. Look at your works, and pat yourself on the back. For never drawing them before, you did Fantastic! Which character so far is your favorite, and which one is your favorite to draw?)

[thewickedweiner]

*intense tapping noise*

a little silly animation of Radar(aka My Version of Bat hybrid!Reader from @honey-minded-hivemind blog!)

original screenshot

(please note I am not skilled at animating lol-)

[ainsellshadewalker]

oopsie, sorry totally didn’t see that message till today. This is about the platonic yandere x-men post i requested. For clarification i wanted yandere x-men 97( if you can do that), and just X-men( no brotherhood pleas), and in terms of characters i was looking forward seeing in particular, i think mostly Scott, hank, remy, hell maybe storm too i think there so underrated

Kay, Kay!

Let's start with some background and basics.

Like many mutant youths, you ran away from home once you realized your parents would never accept you. You've tried to suppress your mutation to appease your parents but it has grown to be too painful for it to be a permanent solution. You could store energy and release it in an assortment of ways. You could decide if it would be a permanent or temporary fixture and what forms it could take. You created butterflies of light, self-sustaining stars, little rabbits that left embers in their wake. You truly could make whatever you wished. But even though it was such a wonderful gift your parents refused to see you as nothing more than a freak that should not be accepted, so you ran.

You should've taken the time to give your plan more thought. So focused on escape you forgot how cold the nights would get and were left shivering in a corner of a dark and dingey alley.

That is how Scott found you and so soon after losing Nathan. Could you blame him for getting attached? For seeing you as a second chance at fatherhood? He couldn't even bear to give you the chance to say no to accepting help. So he took you away to the mansion and decided that it would be his responsibility to guide you. He often can come off as patronizing but well-meaning. He doesn't mean to treat you like a little kid, but you remind him so much of what he could've had. So you let him read your bedtime stories, leave kisses on your forehead, and wear the pajamas he was so kind to gift you even though they are childish in nature. And if he seems to coax you into calling him dad surely you're just looking too far into things.

You were such an inquisitive soul always looking to learn more. How could Hank not love you? You latched onto science so quickly and looked up at him as if he made the stars when he explained things to you. And how quickly you understood what he taught! Normally he wouldn't allow anyone into his lab unless they had a reason to be there. You were the sole exception. It was to the point that whenever you were in the lab with him the others weren't allowed to take you away unless they wanted to deal with an angry Beast. Nobody ever wants to deal with that.

Remy adored how clever and mischievous you were. Ma Lapin is what he likes to call you. Buckets of water and glitter glue mixture from doorways was your first prank. It took everyone at least three weeks to figure out it was you. Remy after that started to show you tricks of his trade. His obsession grew from there. Whenever you left the mansion he was never too far behind. Not that you knew that. He has taken out quite a few creeps who eyeballed you a little too much, or at least what he considered a creep. The human eye is so easily drawn by pretty lights after all.

Ororo's obsession started by finding you frightened in the dark. It was storming so hard that the windows shook. Why wouldn't you be frightened? And how could she not see you as smaller than you are? You were under a table shaking while little stars floated around you. She had to say farewell to so many people already and she does love being the protector. So, whenever a storm approaches you find shelter with her. If she creates a few of them, well, that isn't anything you need to know about. Just stay safe tucked into her arms while she runs her fingers through your hair and coos at you.

**This was fun! I hope you enjoy it!**

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hi!

Would Platonic Yandere! Scott Summers ever manipulate reader? Or just fully or subtly infantilize them to keep them safe? Or maybe even gaslight them?

To him it would just be like oh I’m doing it to keep you safe of course even if I am making you rely on me but I don’t want you to realize this :)

(Sorry if this is a crappy ask I haven’t gotten a chance to really get into X - Men and the idea was really only half formed when i submitted it)

(Ps why does Scott kind of lowkey give off Platonic Yandere! Dick Grayson vibes? No just me? Ok 🥹😂)

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💙💙💙💙

⭐️anon

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…

!!! GN reader, manipulation (shocker), strict Scott, control issues, Dck Gryson cameo, accidental infantilism, accidental gaslighting.

X-Men content is like a drug. I was dragged in by ‘97, then started watching the OG cartoon, then started picking up the comics, and now look at me. My life is ruined. Run while you still can.

Scott’s manipulation completely comes in the form of abusing his leadership position. He’s not afraid to threaten you with disciplinary action as the field commander of the X-Men, even if it’s over something as little as you not wanting to abide by his made up curfew. If you wanna be an X-Men, then you have to listen to him both on and off the field. How can he depend on you if you don’t, huh?

Scott has to be in control. Bad things always happen when he’s not, so the thought of not having you — someone he views as a sibling, or even his own child — under wraps is absolutely terrifying. Yes, it might seem like he’s being a total prick to you, but this is just what all of the trauma over the years has done to him. He can’t really help it!! Please respect his authority!!

He just wants to keep you safe… please let him keep you safe…

Now, I usually imagine the reader to also be an X-Man when it comes to platonic Scott. But if that’s not your cup of tea, then the whole leader thing kind of falls flat. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hold the same commanding presence, however. “Because I said so” is his main go-to for manipulation (if you even wanna call it that), and he’ll say it in the same tone he uses against Wolverine or Gambit whenever one of those bozos are acting up. He’s older and wiser than you, and that obviously means he knows best. Why are you questioning him?

As for the Dick Grayson comparison… not gonna lie, I’ve thought about a Nightwing/X-Men collab idea before, but that’s beside the point. Dick has a full arsenal of manipulation tactics at the ready, one of them being the more stricter, no-nonsense angle that may be reminiscent of Scott’s. But whereas Dick likes to metronome between any and every possible manipulative strategy out there, Scott pretty much only has one. And it’s barely a conscious decision, either. Should he ever have to actually think about manipulating you, he’s actually feel pretty guilty about it before convincing himself it’s for your own good.

Infantilism is less of a manipulation tactic and more of a way he shows his love. He is 100% convinced you’re just a little baby and doesn’t find it weird at all to treat you as such. His delusional ass will absolutely carry you around in his hip and think you’re the crazy one for not liking it. There might be a little gaslighting in that regard, but definitely not heavy-handed or on purpose. You’re an adorable little thing… don’t all adorable little things like to be carried? Huh… weird. Maybe you’re just not used to it.

All and all, while he’s sharp enough to see through most forms of manipulation, actually executing it is another story. This man is way too blunt to be charming and too emotionally constipated to lean harder into his softer side. Heads up: there’s a chance you may walk in on him reading books on parenting.

[l0viez]

Back again with another dumbass "imagine sagau fics"

Im going crazy either way its fine. Anyways imagine having MEGAN in a Sagau fanfic lmao, (if you havent watched the movie yet , i 97% recommend!)

SAGAU ;

Imagine having MEGAN as a gift or just a comfort "toy" to have gifted by someone and ever since that day you guys became like twins , technically glued to eachother☠️

Being in a SAGAU with MEGAN is like having a bulletproof bodyguard

Devoted Followers, Vessels, Personal Bodygaurd, Worshipper Who??? I only know MEGAN

Whenever theres someone trying to attack you aka their "grace" , MEGAN will slice their throat in half in like 0.1 faster than xiao teleporting to traveller whenever they call his name/hj

Your "followers" in teyvat WILL glare at MEGAN and if you tell them to leave MEGAN alone MEGAN will smirk at them like "I win btch" but if you just brush it off or like laugh it off MEGAN will death glare at them back

MEGAN has the "grace's right hand" privileges, Shes like your co-worker or vice-president or sum LMAO

The non humans (yk like Archons,, Venti, Zhongli, Ei, Xiao, Ganyu, and etc) would be like salty or envy over the fact you hang out with MEGAN and has more trust on MEGAN than them, like they has been worshipping you for what?? 99999+ years, centuries?? what did that "doll" do to gain your attention like that??😦

I feel like the ones that would accept MEGAN whole heartedly and would love her /p is the childrens or the teens,, if that makes sense😭 ! (Klee, Diona, Qiqi, Sayu, YaoYao, Dori, Xiangling, Noelle, Collei, Fischl, Bennet and more)

Since MEGAN has that fighting skills noelle would probably ask MEGAN for some advice so she can be apart of the KOF (as usual) ! and MEGAN would use her "robotic skills" and just give out noelle the whole description on how to fight and stuff it probs took like 3-6hours for MEGAN to finish bc noelle wants to know alot😭

It would be more cooler if like MEGAN plays genshin or like knows all the lore and characters (the power she holds☠️)

Whenever you sneak out, go on a meeting, went out to buy some stuff , went to travel you bet your ass MEGAN will be beside u 24/7 even if the mobs dont attack you MEGAN would still be on gaurd to make sure nothing harms you

MEGAN would play some songs back in your world if you feel stressed out by the work and responsibilities

MEGAN would make a deal with the fatui or the abyss to secretly spy on you where ever or whenever you go (its not like you will leave without her🫣!!!)

MEGAN gives me that platonic yandere vibes so if you ever have "secret admirers" , MEGAN would scan that letter properly and find your admirers house and "talk" to them nicely to stop bothering you

MEGAN would have that resting bitch face on 24/7 but whenever you talk to her she would look so bubbly and nice, but whenever your not around shes so close on choking the people that has been "eyeing" you whenever you breathe, theyre lucky that you told MEGAN to not harm anyone

MEGAN wouldnt give a damn fck about visions, like she would think its useless but the fatui would give her a delusion either way😭👆🏻 (you requested it)

MEGAN would find a way to either destory teyvat or make a portal to make you both go back home cause she doesnt plan on sharing you with anyone any time soon shes only having thin patience around these mfs , but she has to play nice for now😄‼️

IMPOSTER AU! SAGAU ;

you both somehow got teleported in genshin, idk how maybe MEGAN like heard you say you wanted to go to teyvat and MEGAN is like "im a robot i can do technology i can do portal shit lets go"

so now here you both are, eating soup in a small little camp and some fruit giving by some monsters you two met along the way! isnt that nice:')))

You had abit of wound, you were thinking you would have more wound than the wounds you got but suprise suprise MEGAN protected your sorry ass

looks like MEGAN has to train harder but good thing she still have some tricks on her sleeves

MEGAN doesnt mind threatening off a few "side characters" so you two would survive

MEGAN would send death threats to the "creator//the real imposter" and she would have it in like some of the archon's handwriting without signing (bc in the movie she managed to make a masterpiece of a drawing like zamn😭)

MEGAN would give out fake informations and will say its from the "creator//the real imposter" so they would believe it but it will take like a 1-2 year from them to realized that someone has been spreading fake informations

MEGAN would sneak in the academy and do some chaos in any technology plans they have just to make distractions and give you time to get like items you both might need

If the fatuis know your the real creator and take you both in, MEGAN would only help out the fatuis by giving out personal informations of other characters that they call themselves "devoted worshippers"

MEGAN would probably be great friends with Sandrone & scaramouche

MEGAN would be "friendly friendly" with dottore just to get more technology uses😭

MEGAN has thoughts on just beating the shit out of childe (and probably dottore) but she choose not because she doesnt have time to play around with "childe-rens" and has to be by your side 24/7

but If the abyss finds you both first

ofc they would take you both in and MEGAN would also share some tips or advice to defeat those vision users

The abyss sibling would ask your permission to take MEGAN with them from time to time to set out their plan on destorying teyvet and the people who wronged you

MEGAN was abit hesitant at first cause like,, leaving you alone with the abyss? Naur..

But then you insisted that MEGAN should go with aether (also so you can go explore the abyss abit without MEGAN breathing behind your neck😭)

MEGAN would be a trump card for the abyss like if the traveller sees their abyss sibiling with MEGAN, MEGAN would glare at them, if glaring can kill people traveller would have been dead already

and if traveler shares what he saw when he saw his sibiling to like,, someone they would probably go like "yo wait isnt that the kid with the imposter?!"

If people in teyvat finally get to their senses that the "creator" in the throne is the real imposter

they would hunt you and MEGAN down (again) but with "good intentions"

you and MEGAN would troll these bitches

MEGAN would sing creepy songs while theyre haunting at the dark

you and MEGAN will only go out at night but if theres a squad looking for you both

MEGAN would be hella overprotective and going infront of you with her weapon out while glaring at them

"Your grace!"

"Tsk. little bugs like you shouldn't show yourself infront of your "grace""

MEGAN wouldn't HESITATE too ROAST them.

and you would be laughing inside bc of it too

if ever you get recrowned as the "creator" and the real imposter gets jailed up

MEGAN will TOTURE that bitch whenever your sleeping

those "devoted followers" of yours would look at MEGAN and be like

"damn i wish i was her"

MEGAN will be your loyal bodyguard and right hand

why would you need those people when you have MEGAN who sticked with you even when you were still so young?

like you would have the largest trust issues with stuff like imagine

"(maid/bulter's name), please call zhongli."

"yes your grace!"

"yes your grace, you called?"

"please call MEGAN."

"a-"

like 😭😭😭YOU DONT WANT ANYTHING FROM THE PPL IN TEYVAT

and even if the real imposter comes back and claims their the real creator , MEGAN would know their bullshitting bc she has that scanner stuff😭‼️

MEGAN will always protect you from any harm and if something even touch you without your permission, their hand is getting cutted off

"MEGAN.. Was that really necessary..?"

"Of course, Its also my duty to make you comfortable at any time _____"

"Right,, but you didn—"

"Shush now, silly _____! I was only protecting you after all we're best friends aren't we?"

Que that person whos trynna touch you screaming in pain in the background🤭‼️

Have this shitty azz drawing❤️Goodbye xoxo

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Bakugou Katsuki (Platonic Scenario - "In My Defence")

Warnings: Strong Violence, Use of Firearms, Swearing Throughout, Morally Ambiguous Reader, Toxic Mindsets.

Word Count: 4192.

Artwork: Akiyama Yoco's for Episode 97 of the series' anime.

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"Does he even want us on this mission?"

From out the darkness overhanging an awning slunk a blending of scales and skin. A man below the neck; a viper above; a triangular skull bisected by diamond-shaped eyes; a forked tongue undulating and licking; a rounded crest mottled and flared — nature's grotesque experiments had found a new beast to assemble.

He wound a coil of tongue around lead, colouring it morbid yellow, before stuffing it into the top of a magazine and locking it in place. A ring of light spiralled off the barrel as he took aim, the oblong proportions of his head forcing his neck to twist hard.

A lone bullet whistled low before the crack alerted Katsuki; and you collapsed at almost the same instant to one knee, and thence to the road.

Kirishima dove to catch your head before it split on the asphalt, and the skin on his arms metamorphosed into flesh-coloured rock. He hunkered down close against you, his back to the noise, his body crumbling to grit, then growing back stonier by the second.

A fever of resentment cooked inside Katsuki as though he'd been fed hot charcoal fresh out of a furnace. "What the hell did you do?" his voice rose ten decibels with each syllable, and the skin on his cheeks turned purple as he bellowed out a heap of breath on the last word.

Many a young heart cried out in fear at the depth of his rage, which flowed without ceasing, as foam at the mouth of a rabid dog.

Katsuki charged the villain faster than he could blink, arms outstretched to the point of aching, palms up to reveal the curvature of his hands. There ignited the essence of a bomb, the biological incarnation of a lit match, of flint against steel, glistening and accumulating sweat in obeisance to him.

A thunderous roar and hiss on par with artillery fire wrested peace from every eardrum in the district. The maw of this inferno drank up the earth's light, engulfing it in a near infinite storm of colour. The sun returned swiftly, but the spectre of the bomb danced still in the eyes of each observer, clawing out bursts of black and white that fuzzed round the edges like sparking wires.

You shooed away the hand of another and hovered your own above the gaping wound. There arose the song of metal bending, and the bullet levitated from where it had lodged in your femur. The sudden collision with bone shattered the bullet into tiny, gore-drenched chunks.

Kaminari went rigid as a drop of blood snaked along the bullet, bloated at one end and splattered down. He reeled towards Kirishima, his hands spread wide, grasping at the air. "Can't you do it? Your Quirk makes you way better at this kind of thing than me!"

A few metres away, an explosion devastated the road, and a golden glow of embers flashed across Kirishima's serrated teeth. "Listen to me, you gotta man up!" his expression hardened by the sobering reality of the battlefield, but his voice remained clear and true: the sound of encouragement passed from friend to friend. "I've only got two hands, so I need you to pick up the slack!"

Gulping his last protest, Kaminari crossed his hands over the wound and steeled himself against the slippery flow of blood. "Bakugou's gonna kill me." His chest heaved with a breath so deep he seemed keen to disappear underwater, and he dove into the mess of blood gushing from your thigh.

Kirishima listened to the string of obscenities running amok, some he'd heard before, others mixed in with profanities he'd never imagined in his darkest days. "I think he's a little distracted."

Blood spurted from the wound, bubbling over his fingers, lapping at them with a warm tongue, and Kaminari struggled to keep down the lump in his throat. "Gross," he whined, scrunching his face to the brim with wrinkles. "I so wish I had gloves right now." Kaminari glanced wistfully at Katsuki, whose hands lay shielded in puffs of cloth.

The laughter of the nearly departed wheezed out from under your haggard breathing. "I'll remember that when you take a bullet."

As the pallid white waves swept across his cheeks, Kaminari pronked with a start, his mind's eye now teeming with grisly visions. He let out a weak laugh, almost choked with comic horror, and hoped the levity would ease your pain a little. Every hinge of his smile begged to collapse, but Kaminari forced his muscles to hold it together until you once again propped your neck against Kirishima's arm.

With a flick of your hand, the bullet reversed its course and sliced clean through the wasted left ear of he who had fired it.

A drizzle of red encircled the road beneath his feet as the villain wrenched wide his mouth, hissing, teetering towards escape.

Before Katsuki could bound forth and give chase, Kaminari leapt in front of him and pressed both hands to his chest. His whole body spasmed at that moment, and Katsuki jumped back, his fists twitching. He swallowed down the urge to knock Kaminari out of his way, wrenching a shred of control from what burned through his entrails.

"Dude, we got him! He's totally on the run!" Kaminari laughed goodhumouredly. A glob of blood hopped from his palm, smearing his fingerprints on Katsuki's costume, but as Katsuki fidgeted, the shape mangled into confusing streaks.

Shame churned in his stomach as Katsuki watched the blood fall and answered for himself who had spilt it.

A whisper laden with groans drew his attention over his shoulder, where you had wormed your way into the fetal position. Kirishima knelt at your side and took your hands in his own, sweat trickling down his face. "Squeeze as hard as you can, buddy, you know I can take it!"

"I'm not done yet," muttered Katsuki, dazed by the state of the mission and your deteriorating health, his eyes fixed on the retreating figure's battered form. He seized Kaminari by the back of his jacket and flung him to the pavement. "Until I blow his fucking head off!"

Kaminari braced, rolling until his elbows pressed against his chest and his screams of terror faded into the air. He winced at the scrapes on his hands as he slammed his palms down and lurched to a stop on his belly, the shock propelling a jolt across his spine as he reached out for Katsuki.

The path forward, now unobstructed, promised the sweetest opportunity to crush and dominate his enemy, and it thrilled Katsuki; the ambition to inflict upon this villain a pain like none had suffered before, or indeed ever would again, rampaged ahead of all other desires.

His pulse throbbed in every limb, threatening to burst from his neck, and the details of the world round him warped in and out of focus. Hearing nothing but his own breath and heart, he threw his arms back, splayed his fingers, and bent his knees.

Blast after blast sent Katsuki sprawling into the street, each one picking up speed and hurtling him closer to the villain. Smoke and flames streaked across the Musutafu skyline, obscuring that entire part of the world, the black of the smoke and the red of the flames as intense as a sunrise after a moonless night.

The villain had fled into an office building, the door riven and clashed shut, pinned with a chair. He walked backwards into a cubicle, counting the seconds, pistol trained on anything that broke through the barricade. Yet putting his other hand on the grip to steady the first hand seemed too great an effort;—sweat beaded on his palms, turning his limbs to mush.

Katsuki wove in the air with the tenacity of a guided missile, landing with such force that steam billowed everywhere. He pulled himself up to his full height, rolled his shoulders, and cracked his neck back and forth over one shoulder. But first, he thrust a laugh between his teeth, then heaved in another breath and took aim.

Bricks and mortar flew into every corner of the office on wings of smoke, one smashing into the villain's face. The trauma ripped the pistol from his hand the instant after his index finger clenched the trigger on impulse. With a scuff of his shoes on the concrete, he tumbled backwards, his skull caroming off the floor.

The muzzle blast revealed the dark spread rushing down his chin, the numbness of his dislocated jaw, and the silhouette rising from the edge of the rubble in the distance. In the darkness of the ruins, everything touched by sunlight appeared fulgent and blurred.

The demoniacal passion that beat in the throat of anyone bold enough to summon it drove Katsuki's voice to the brink of distortion. "Come out and fight me!" every remaining window in the building cracked at the sound of his challenge.

Katsuki stuck his boot atop the heap of rubble nearest to the entrance and listened, controlling every breath and holding every upset. Amidst the rustling of dust, the injured man's grunting stirred the blood in his veins, and Katsuki let out a yell and leapt towards the source, releasing every bestial urge he possessed.

Two explosions, one from each hand, propelled him higher, reaching their apogee above the murmurs of pain. There, Katsuki swung his arms overhead, blasting the ceiling with precision, setting it ablaze, and plunged downwards with his legs outstretched, poised to stomp the life from the voice. Instead of the crunch of bones under overwhelming pressure, he heard the sound of splinters.

The concrete fissured beneath his feet and a shockwave went up in a puff of smoke, followed by a faint scream from ten paces away. Katsuki lifted his head to see the outline of the villain, who shuddered before him and scrambled in the opposite direction. Periodic whimpers and curses escaped from the gap between his fingers, and each time Katsuki seemed to take pride in this weakness.

Every few seconds, his hand snapped with a crackle of sparks. A mist of light draped in ribbons across his face, the glint of burning orange shining more clearly than ever against the sea of black. At that moment, his canines shone prominently, baring and grinding his teeth until his mouth vibrated with menace.

The villain looked into the abyss of smoke, and in the eyes that looked back, there was no reflection of the hero, only the light of a mind that shrieked with primal hatred and fed on vile fantasies. The same red colour that poured from his nostrils floated in the darkness, shadowing him.

Katsuki swung his arm, puncturing the column of smoke and drawing it back as a curtain. The longer he beheld the villain, the more veins bumped along his temples and muscles bulged like sinewy ropes in his neck. There came the sound of an old record scratching and a firecracker popping, flanked by a flash of light on either side of Katsuki.

As soon as the villain staggered away, a gloved hand struck him in the chest; that horrible moment of death pierced him and the inescapable realisation that he was seeing his own through the eyes of another.

The force of the blast doubled in intensity, pain and heat flooding through his body like a grenade, splintering his sternum and filling his ribcage with shrapnel. A crater opened up in the wall behind him as concrete slammed against his spine, and his feet lifted high enough to never again touch the ground.

Through the din, the hero roared in a trance of vengeance, his voice growing more and more animalistic. Katsuki reached for the villain's heart, his arms tremulous, barely able to catch his breath. He struck with all the strength of his body, his eyes bloodshot from the smoke that sucked the air from his lungs.

From the inside of his gauntlet protruded a metal pin;—as he bent his finger to hook it, an instantaneous surge of rage shot through him. When he loosed the pin, a single word, "Die," burst forth, a word that packed a lifetime of contempt and rancour.

A swirl of the most vivid reds and oranges, hot and unquenchable as the core of a forest fire, tasted the air through the tubes of his gauntlets and soared infernal. An explosion more powerful than the loudest clap of thunder rang out, and everything opposite Katsuki burst into embers and spatter.

A whirlwind of flame and smoke pushed the unburnt pieces of concrete into darkness. Thick soot and ash blackened each window, and with a loud crash, shards of glass rained down into the street. The hiss and echo of shrapnel cascaded through the air, flying on the wind, before the explosion waned to a booming rumble.

Sizzling steam wafted through the air, exhaling the sticky fumes of sweat and blood. The hard soles of his combat boots thudded against fissures in the pavement. Smoke arose from his slick forehead, stinking at the hero as he stalked through the clouds of dust, and the threads of his costume stretched as his chest grew heavier.

These huffs and puffs fell short of his eyes, which glowered at all before them. The wildness that had possessed him withered to its usual ache once the sun gilded his face. With each step more driven than the last, the gloom of the wreckage and those whom it buried slipped further and further from his mind.

Katsuki hovered as close as he could without stepping on you. Dollops of blood dripped from the spikes of his hair and stood vibrant against the black of his costume.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima scanned the street in the vain hope that he would find the villain handcuffed, not reduced to the meat paste one wiped from their shoe. "Where's the villain?"

The muscles in Katsuki's face contracted, as did the muscles in his fingers, which curled inwards to throttle even the memory of the villain. For a moment, a sour calm passed over him, and the twitching in his cheeks subsided. "I blew his ass to pieces."

"Serves him right." You spat out a glob of blood and phlegm onto the asphalt.

A swell of pride drew from Katsuki a chuckle both brief and spirited, for his eyes lit up as the glow of his brightest explosion. The primordial anger that boiled within him gave way to the triumph and bloodlust espoused only by those who relished the battlefield.

Kirishima, whence he sat with hands clasped about your own, slackened them and recoiled a tad, his face blanching and on the verge of contortion. "What? But we can't just..." he bit his tongue as Katsuki swooped down on him.

"We made a judgement call, shitty hair!" He swung his arm wide. "So back the hell off!"

Another wheezing gasp escaped you, but it shrank to a torn, guttural pant as the moribund life inside failed to regain its strength.

As the short distance from the pavement drew his eye back and forth, back and forth, Kaminari eased his hands about your underarms and hauled you up to his chest. The first step to the pavement shot through your body a convulsion of spitting, flailing, and snorting. Froth and drool gelled in your mouth, and blood emptied from your nose into your throat.

The instant Kaminari dropped you and flinched back, wincing at his own carelessness, the skin on his arm erupted with invisible flame and rocketed closer. The centre of his face seemed to cave in on impact, spewing viscous strings of snot in blood and saliva in tears.

Katsuki struck him hard on the wrist, and Kaminari fell over backwards, cracking his nose with his own hand.

"Dumbass!" thundering footfalls commanded his attention, snarling out a venom that would give even the fiercest of beasts pause. "What the hell are you doing?" Kaminari shivered at his reflection, for in the same eyes that brooded over him, there lay a familiar glaze of fear.

With one hand clamped over his nose to stymie the flow of blood, Kaminari squinted through tears. He pulled his knees close and curled into a ball, his side to Katsuki. Despite the congestion in his throat, which Kaminari fought down to the best of his ability, he looked Katsuki squarely in the face.

"We have to move them! We can't just leave them in the street!"

A howl of an outburst so rancid it transcended words, a drive to demolish anything that moved, poured out of Katsuki between teeth squeezed so tight his jaw cried for relief. Nightmarish tension warped the muscles of his face, and he pivoted away from Kaminari, intent on checking your condition.

"Shut up and let me think for a minute!"

You had fallen into silence, the fatigue taking over, the road seeming fused to your skin, the agony so sharp your heart thrashed and stole the light from your vision.

"Go for Recovery Girl! Tell her we need a medevac!"

Kaminari slapped a hand on his earpiece, flooding every hero channel he could locate with a distress signal.

Katsuki spied it moments before Kirishima drawled his name: the swirl of fog over your eyes as Death trotted near.

He snapped his head up and fixed his most intense stare, a mixture of madness and wrath, on Kaminari's back. "Now!" Katsuki lunged for Kaminari, who cowered back, gnashing his teeth and pushing out searing breath. "I don't care who she's with! Bring her here now!"

A miniature explosion shimmered and evaporated from his palm, which Katsuki shoved into Kaminari's face. A line of froth trailed after each word and splashed Kaminari, who wrenched one eye shut and turned to block the droplets with his hand.

Upon seeing Katsuki towering over him, blotting out the sun, Kaminari hunched forward to make himself smaller.

In that instant, as another frantic shout dangled from the tip of Katsuki's tongue, a wretched terror stole the sound from his world. The shrillest ringing, like bullets raining down on him from all sides, shook his sanity, and a cold sweat plunged down his spine. Warmth drained from the most blistering explosions, and chilling tendrils writhed in his stomach.

The phantom pressure of breathlessness, of a sharp heel against his chest, dug at his heart.

Where reinforcements should have charged in unison, the vacant, lifeless road stretched on, beguiling his wide eyes into staring, twitching with the sickness of a revelation most dire. As Katsuki watched the bend in its infinite, absolute distance, one thought of dreadful proportion stuck in his mind: "No one's coming."

The cacophonous voice scratched at his ears again, but the sharpness of his adrenaline-fuelled senses directed him towards the smell of blood.

Kirishima opened his arms as a final, desperate obstacle, lips drawn narrow, flesh bared and hardened. "Bakugou, you saw what happened with Kaminari! If you move 'em now, they might die!"

Katsuki stopped short, reaching one upturned hand. "Take a look at 'em, shitty hair! They're dying anyway!"

First casting his eyes behind, Kirishima meditated on the truth in those words.

The metal shells of his knee guards skidded across the asphalt as Katsuki shouldered Kirishima aside and hurled himself on the ground before you. Freed of all hesitation, he cradled you for a moment, secured you on his back, and made sure to keep his eyes forward.

Black blood, curdled and rancid like old soup, matted his gloves. The tremor in his legs and the stone in his throat came not from his nauseous spring up, nor from the sweltering rush on which he arced through the sky.

* * *

Katsuki paced a uniform sea of white sandstone, staring into the distance at an unreachable target, a target that chased him from sterile wall to sterile wall. He cursed under his breath, as if chanting a spell, at himself for not acting sooner, and at all the scum that abandoned you on the field. His gauntlets rattled with every swing of his arm, skin smeared with soot and blood.

Every three or four laps, a new wave of doubt seized him, and Katsuki paused to watch your breathing, assuring himself that it hadn't ceased or grown errant. Each time, he searched for the barest hint of consciousness, and each time, the pressure of frustration clenched his chest a little tighter.

His shadow loomed over your bedside, slathered with debris and reeking of scorched death, silent as though he could menace the wound out of you.

At the faint creak of a handle turning and a door sliding open on its hinges, Katsuki wheeled round on the entrance and flung out his arm. A light that rivalled the sun bathed his palm with sweat, but Aizawa's dark eyes peered out still from beneath a veil of shaggy hair.

"Where the hell were you?" Katsuki thrust his hand forth, each word aloft from the bombilation of sparks.

Shota Aizawa, a man whom the undead would welcome into their ranks, faced this threat with reddened eyes half overcome by slumping lids: "Your actions today broke more laws than I can count."

Katsuki swiped a ribbon of smoke through the air and neared the foot of the bed, a strip of muscle in his cheek bulging and pulsing. "I ain't apologising for shit! That bastard got every bit of what he deserved!"

A glimmer of scarlet flared to life from deep behind Aizawa's eyes, and the tips of his frayed hair began to levitate. "If you value your career, I suggest you stand down immediately."

Recovery Girl trudged over, her eyes closed in exhaustion, her legs still moving with an impeccable sense of direction. She trailed the hem of her coat on all the dust of the hospital floor. "I told him to take a break I don't know how many times, but he won't leave his friend's side."

The pulp of Katsuki's stomach knotted, and the hairs on his neck bristled. "We're not friends!" He dragged on the last word, voice heavy and exasperated, as though it were an accusation he fought off daily.

Recovery Girl scolded him, pursing her lips and shaking her head, then took up with Aizawa, who lingered on him for a minute.

"They're just some idiot on my team." Katsuki turned to you again, eyes frozen and puffy, haunted by the thought that your hollowed skin looked fit for a casket.

All signs of the convulsion had been wiped from your mouth and dumped inside a steel bin. A blanket, bleached and prone to tangles, pooled thinly over you, and Katsuki drew it forth into a more complete covering. "Hey," he called, as though pulling you out of training, "I know you're hurt, but don't die."

There was a gentleness of mien then, followed at once by a droop in his posture. "Okay?"

The chatter of flapping gums and popping saliva was a needle down his ear, and Katsuki stiffened, his face gnarled once more, before rounding on the noise. "Old lady, get your ass over here and fix this!"

* * *

The head of the academy, his white fur neatly tucked behind his suit vest and chequered trousers, crept up the slope of the chair. A diagonal scar ran from the centre of his forehead down his right cheek, exposing a stripe of pink skin, dulled with time and deprived of fur. A cup of steaming tea in hand, he sat no taller than a small child.

The autumnal air flowed in, cool and refreshing, through the ajar window that Aizawa had hastened to shut.

Principal Nezu replaced the sound with a most pleasant and disarming one, his voice lowering everyone's blood pressure until it cheered death and destruction. "Bakugou's conduct was no doubt reckless, and we shall assign him extra duties for the remainder of the month."

"That's it?"

A forepaw shot out, silencing him.

"We all agree it was excessive force, but Young Bakugou acted in defence of a fallen comrade." Principal Nezu set his teacup down carefully upon his saucer, head bowed and eyes closed. "The fact of the matter is, villains outnumber heroes ten to one, and they will only grow larger unless we as a school do our part."

His beady eyes turned black as stone in the reddish haze of dusk. "It falls on our shoulders to train the next generation. Like never before, we need students who can meet this threat. Students who push the limits of what heroism means."

Nezu slid forward with his elbows, linked his forepaws, uplifted his mouth with permanence, threaded each finger through the others, and rubbed his hands. "We must never encourage lethal force, but if our students are to succeed, they need also recognise when it may be necessary."

Aizawa took one last look at the after-action report before pulling himself to his feet, leaving open the folder to its description of the villain:

"Identification could not be verified. Body recovered in pieces, result of ten-kilogram detonation at close range; all other remains vapourised in blast."

[anxiousnerdwritings]

thoughts on possible yandere X-Men'97, there's so much good material there for platonic or romantic yanderes and its overall a good show! :D

I also have a link to a website to watch it if you cant get it for any reason.

Yesss!! I love the X-men and am so down to write for the show! I haven’t watched it yet but already have it lined up to watch when I get the chance.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Could you do the death row inmates hcs? Thanku

Of course I can! Except Spec because he’s 97. That’s a god damn grandpa. And I also already did Sikorsky.

Dorian is also a grandpa but he’s around sugar daddy age. But I see him more like a platonic father figure

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Death row Inmate edition

Hector Doyle and Kaiou Dorian

SPOILERS

Hector Doyle

I’m gonna be real honest with you, you caught his eye by being with Katsumi (after the two of them became friends of sorts after all the beat downs)

Doyle lived a solitary life behind an assassin so he’s not used to seeing such warmth and love between two people. He’s fascinated by the way you two interact. So much so that he begins to stalk the two of you as his fascination twisted into a sickening obsession

Doyle can’t get over how sweet you are and how you’re always caring for Katsumi’s well being. He’s flabbergasted when you hand him a home cooked meal one day while he’s over. He’s never tasted something so delicious before… he will start bringing you small trinkets he steals (such as cosmetics or perfumes he think will suit you)

Grows to care for you as you care for him. Little things mean a lot to him and he craves this small amount of normalcy and warmth in his life. Yet he’s a very self aware yandere. He knows he can’t truly have you

He doesn’t talk much so he just listens to you talk with Katsumi and him. He enjoys your laugh the most. Doyle almost feels normal when he’s with you two. It won’t take long for him to covet Katsumi’s position in your life but he won’t kill Katsumi for it. He’ll try to manipulate Katsumi into sharing you (it won’t work)

He begins working his way into your life and gaining your trust. He’s such an amazing friend and he’s such a good listener. Doyle will even let you put makeup on him. He’s very comfortable with you

Will be over the moon if you make a friendship bracelet for him. I feel like he’d treasure it forever

Will lay under your bed and listen to you and Katsumi go at it. He’ll place his hands on the mattress to try to imagine what it would be like being the one on top of you instead

Knows he can never have you but would be the only one okay with watching you from afar. His life is too dangerous for you and he doesn’t ever want anything bad happening to you. You’ll always be his in his dreams

You’re still on his mind when he’s locked up in prison again. It’s a shame he’ll no longer be able to see your beautiful face once he’s out

Kaiou Dorian (this one is just sad)

I see him being interested in someone who is super pastel and cute. He has a lot of unresolved childhood trauma due to growing up during WWII. He’s interested in you in a platonic way though. You’re like a child to him. You remind him a lot of a doll and he was quite fond of those when he was young

He’s a very smooth talker because he’s had a lot of experience in his youth. He knows all the right things to say to get you to agree to being his ‘sugar baby’ and he comes to find out you’re very sweet. You feel pity for this lonely old man

Your relationship with him is definitely a sugar relationship without the sugar. He just enjoys spending time with you. He is especially fond of amusement parks so the two of you frequent them a lot

He becomes extremely possessive of you over time and doesn’t want you spending time with anyone else. He’ll increase your pay too if you ditch your friends for him (with money he stole of course but you don’t need to know that)

He’s very much a father figure to you more than a romantic partner and it’s the same for him. He sees you as the child he never had. You two converse well and always have a good laugh

Treats you extremely well up until the very end. It was so hard seeing his mind shatter, but he still remembers you. He now clings to you even more like a lost child. You visit him in the mental hospital a lot and bring him candies. He has no one else and you can’t bear to see him rot. It breaks your heart even after learning of all the horrible things he did. Because you grew to care for him as a friend. You’ll visit him till the day he dies

[missglaskin]

Will you write for platonic x men 97 too?

yup and guess who has a yandere platonic xmen all together hcs, not me for sure 😜

[vanilla-ending]

Ultimate F/O Masterlist

Format: Name (Media) - Relationship - Tag

** **- Uncomfortable sharing

~~ ~~- Kin

!! !! - 18+ source material, minors don't interact

Divider credit

I'm putting in pretty much every character I've posted on this blog but may come back and delete the ones that were very shortly lived, for now here is my (mostly) cohesive list-

Main/Current Fixation F/Os:

~~**Peter Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy) - Familial (Father) - Legendary Star-Lord**~~

Guardians of the Galaxy (GotG) - Familial - Bunch of Losers

~~Wade Wilson (Deadpool) - Romantic - Merc with a Mouth~~

X-Men (X-Men: the animated series/X-Men ‘97) - Platonic/Familial - To Me My X-Men

Not fixated but still loved:

Remy “Gambit” LeBeau (X-Men/X-Men ‘97) - Romantic - House Always Wins

Engineer Mark (In Space with Markiplier) - Romantic - Don't Split Up

Mackenzie Paxon (ISWM) - Romantic? Platonic? - A Mack Guarantee!

~~Actor Mark (Who Killed Markiplier?)/Date Mark (A Date with Markiplier) - Romantic - Something Beautiful~~

Heist Mark (A Heist with Markiplier) - Romantic - Don't Split Up

Celine Doom/Whitacre (WKM?) - Romantic - With All My Heart

Celcionna F. Kelvina (ISWM) - Romantic - Think of the Colonists!

~~Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) - Familial (Mother/Older Sister) - Kindness~~

Mane 6 (MLP:FiM) - Familial/Platonic - Elements of Harmony

Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan (GotG) - Familial - Unspoken Thing

Rocket Raccoon (GotG) - Familial - Ain't No Thing Like Me

Puppet!Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's the Musical) - Familial (Children) - Time to Play

Mark Schmidt (FNaF the Musical) - Romantic - Surviving Five Nights

Matthew Afton/MadPat (FNaF the Musical) - Romantic - And You're the Victim

Nathan Fitzgerald (FNaF the Musical) - Platonic - Enjoy the Show

AJ (FNaF the Musical) - Platonic - Hey J!

Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom) - Romantic - Love.EXE

Winnie the Pooh (The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh) - Familial/Platonic - Chubby Little Cubby

Raggedy Ann (the doll/Raggedy Ann and Andy’s Musical Adventure) - Familial/Platonic - Just A Rag Dolly

Retired (little to no interest):

The Author/Host (Danger in Fiction) - Romantic - Stranger in Fiction

Jackieboy Man (The Somewhat-Incredible Jackieboy Man) - Romantic - Back in Action!

!! Lawrence Oleander (Boyfriend to Death 2) - Romantic - I Love the Curve of Your Spine !!

Chase Brody (Bro Average) - Romantic - Bro Average

Captain Magnum (AHWM) - Familial/Platonic - The Greatest Treasure

Silver Shepherd (Super Infidelity) - Romantic - Super Zero

Mori Annus (Unus Annus) - Romantic - Deity in White

Clint Barton (Avengers) - Romantic - Gosh I Love Arrows

Mundy/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) - Romantic - Be Polite Be Efficient

Wanda Maximoff AND Vision (Avengers: Age of Ultron) - Romantic - I Just Feel You

Mobius M. Mobius (Loki) - Romantic - For All Time Always

Loki Laufeyson (Thor) - Romantic - Glorious Purpose

Kraglin Obfonteri (GotG) - Romantic - Ravager Red

Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa) - Romantic - The Ultimate Hope

Monokuma (Danganronpa) - Platonic? - It's Punishment Time!

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa) - Romantic - The Ultimate Nurse

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa) - Romantic? Platonic? - The Ultimate Moral Compass

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa 2) - Romantic - The Ultimate Lucky Student

Ayano/Yandereiplier (Yandere Sim) - Romantic - I Love Senpai

Freddy FazBear (Five Nights at Freddy's) - ROMANTIC?? - Bear Hugs

Illinois James (AHWM) - Romantic - An Adventure Sounds Lovely

Google Red (Google Gets an Upgrade) - Romantic - Secondary Objective

Yoshi (Mario) - Platonic - Soft Yarn Dino

Henrik Von Schneeplestein (The Jacksepticeye Power Hour) - Romantic - Ze Good Doctor

!! Jacob Alden (Lurking for Love) - Romantic - Your Secret Admirer !!

!! Mason Heiral (The Price of Flesh) - Romantic - You Visited the Cabin !!

!! Celia Lede (TPoF) - Romantic - You Were Cleaned Up !!

!! Strade (Boyfriend to Death) - Romantic - Strade Loved You Too Much !!

!! Ren Hana (BtD) - Romantic - Ren Ate Your Heart !!

[autisticempathydaemon]

For the Redacted Audio match-ups

I feel like I've just shown my entire soul here. Wow.

I get fixated on a different song like every-other-day so I'm not sure... Maybe the line "Please give me the strength to be able to believe until the end, even if it is a lie" from "Itoshi kimi yo" (To the one I love) by Moriyama Naotaro. This song NEVER FAILS to make me cry.

97% Enneagram Type 6 (maybe 6w5)

I used to love watching like hour-long YT documentaries but my attention-span has severely gone downhill since the panorama... but I enjoy Bernadette Banner's analyses of historical clothing, Implictly Pretentious' deepdives into the psyches of comicbook movie characters, and NativLang's video essays on various languages and their histories and characteristics.

I never had an imaginary friend as a child (excluding the man-thing that runs alongside the car). Although for a time (in my teens) I had a vampire that would sit by my bedside and protect me as I slept (NO, I was NOT a twilight fan! I was a Vampire Knight fan)

My go-to way to fall asleep is listening to redacted audio. Basically any playlist, any audio (excluding inversion, yandere!ivan)

I don't/hate my name. I just don't associate with it beyond it being what people call me irl. I would change it to either Teigan or Ruri (the former was a cute name I found (and have claimed it in my family should I ever adopt a child) and the latter being the Japanese for the stone lapis lazuli, which I like very much)

...If I was forced to pick only one redacted audio... it'd have to be... Comforted and Cared for By Your Incubus Boyfriend it hits ALL the feels and literally sounds like one big hug that goes straight to my heart.

(Honourable mentions have to go to basically the entire playlists of Vincent, Gavin and Avior; they are my comfort bois despite the various angst in their stories)

I understand but don't personally get the appeal for Lasko. Like we'd get on as friends, but /I need to be the submissive, nerdy, soft one, y'know.

Aside from a number of redacted audios, I tend to not read/watch things multiple times apart from maybe Avengers or Iron Man 1. Those were my comfort movies for a while.

Platonically, I'm attracted to Damien. I am also a perfectionist with a strong sense of justice so I feel we'd get pretty well. Also he's a sarcastic mf-er too and no one can tell me otherwise.

Hmm my go-to ramble topic when tired... I ramble about various things. I wish I was someone who had a singular topic. I'll talk your ear off about Language, Japan, various anime/manga, The Mortal Instruments, Animal Crossing, Pokémon, F1, nail art. I'm that scene from The Avengers [Maria Hill : When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics? Tony Stark : Last night.] I'm a walking encyclopedia of useless (to other people) information and I enjoy info-dumping on people, but I try to not do that so much, so when I do I tend to go overboard...

Go-to gas station snack and drink combo: I don't frequent pretrol stations, they're expensive... I'd probably choose crunchy m&ms and a non-carbonated drink that isn't too sweet. (Unrelated but related, my st*rb*cks drink of choice is a match frappuccino, extra matcha, no syrup)

Favourite Redacted playlist: Vincent (I can talk along with about half of his audios at this point)

Favourite music playlist: I don't really make playlists, I either just listen to everything on one big shuffle or I listen to an album in order on-repeat.

My media choices change depending on my mood, my most "guilty" pleasure media at the moment would have to be NA fiction. If there's no spice or morally grey MMC, I don' want it.

Whatever else you think tells me about who you are.

MBTI type: INFP-T.

I'm a chronic procrastinator.

I have RBF but crack into a smile at the tiniest joke, I have no poker face (but won the only game of poker I ever played).

I'm the older sibling, the 2nd oldest grandchild and often am the "Parent-friend", but I actually act like the youngest and teamed with my (lack of) height, people often mistake me for much younger than I am.

Thanks for reading my ramblings... 😶

Oh, this was easy-peasy. You know what a Type Six parent friend could really use? A stable, secure, Alpha- the wolf equivalent of a dad friend.

I don’t know who started it, but there’s this delightful headcanon of a bookish, reader Angel that I can imagine for you. It’d be so cute, him stealing your book and holding it out of your reach, asking who the fuck is “Grim” and what is his deal with the chocolate. He’s the type of partner who would make fun of your possible book hoarding but still buys you everything you touch at the local Barnes & Noble with that good, good Shaw Security money.

Also, he’d- lovingly, adoringly but so meanly- give you hell about your imaginary vampire friend watching you sleep. You’ll so regret telling David that every time he asks if you can make do with a werewolf or if you’d rather him call one of the Solaires.

Song:

Hey, boy, where do you get it from?/ Hey, boy, where did you go?/ I learned my passion/ In the good old-fashioned/ School of loverboys

Everything about David is very old-fashioned, old-school romantic to me, down to his pet name, his proposal, and his music tastes. He likes the classics, music Gabe would play on their drives up to the campsite, and he’d like playing it while he cooks for you.

Runner-Ups:

I like pairing parent friends with parent friends; it just makes sense. James gives me bossy, dad friend vibes, the kind of partner who knows you procrastinates and plans accordingly. Sam, I like because he is the protective vampire boyfriend who’d watch over you while you sleep, and that’s adorable.

Notes: I hope that reference isn’t too niche you’ll have to forgive me I’ve watched no joke ten hours of video essay about Lightlark by Alex Aster in the past three days

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Xavier: when I was your age we didn't have stuff like that

Alien!Reader: yes, but you had stuff that we don't have-

Cable: yeah, like dinosaurs

Cable when Xavier, Erik, and Logan exist

Hahaha! It's especially funny, because Cable has been throughout time, so he may not know when dinosaurs were actually alive.

Cable brings the snark, Reader brings the questions, and Xavier, Erik, and Logan have a lot of answering and defelcting to do (no one wants to talk about Sauron or when they actually did go to Antarctica where dinosaurs were hidden with other people) (it was not a fun experience)

[ainsellshadewalker]

Ainsell! I MUST know! Who are your favorite X-Men platonic yanderes? And from which X-Men medias? Please have a good day and get plenty of sleep and arts and crafts time (it's fun!)

The movies, logan; victor; kurt; charles; erik;

97, morph; erik; storm; scott; jean

Evo, victor; storm; erik; logan; laura

[honey-minded-hivemind]

here's a design for Bigger Sentinel!Reader

i can imagine they're probably not like- actual Sentinel size, but still a lot bigger than normal Sentinel!Reader, like big enough to comfortably carry others around

Maybe if in a version of the actual au Reader was rebuilt by someone? Like maybe an alt version of the au where someone else found Reader's body before the X-Men?

Lmfao in the afterlife Gambit's just chilling with reader until

Sentinel reader poofing out of the Afterlife: a-

Gambit: OH WHAT THE-

Gambit: THAT DOES IT! YOU!

Gambit: summons the X-Men

Gambit: Who took Gambit's bby?!

The X-Men: ... Um... it wasn't us- Wait... who took Reader?!

Gambit: Exactly!

All of them: Don't worry Reader, we're coming!

Meanwhile-

Reader: wakes up in a new body

Reader: ... hello...?

I love them! Look at their hands! Their lines and bright pink eyes! Their feetsies! Their little expressions! Look Look LOOK at them!!! They're so cute!!!!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I love the idea of rewind reader having their boyfriend/significant other over and they have an argument in front of the tv and as the argument heats up the tv starts to get more and more distorted until something or someone comes out and snatches up the SO and it scares the living crap out of the reader! ( I’m really loving this AU rn)

Hahaha! (I don't write romance between Reader and anyone..m but I can write a bad relative or a toxic friend... Is that okay?)

If that were to happen and it got violent or the person threatened Reader, the TV crackles once, twice...

Then the video is distorting, the volume grows loud enough to hurt ears, and there's SOmEthInG pushing through the screen, the static bursting like shards of light-

And then there's a person, or creature, some being that glares at the offending person... and then attacks them, powers flaring and voice crackling in loud, sharp anger.

Reader is terrified, and if they aren't hiding, they likely fainted...

But that's fine, as long as they're safe.

The platonic yan is either dragging them through with them, or setting Reader on their couch, covered in blankets, and any wounds wrapped and their plush tucked into their arms...

Then they're gone, pushing into the static and glass screen...

And the show flickers back on, with the character back to normal, save for a few specks of red, and a glint in their eyes...

"No one hurts you... Not them, not Sinister, and not even yourself..."

(Which Anon asked this? Great ask! I liked it!!)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The creature(since morph has been out the most he's probably been spotted a couple times and got the reputation of a cryptid)

Oh. My Heavens.

They're creepily perfect.

Their eyes are sharp, staring, not missing a single moment. Their fingers are longer, practically claws. Their teeth are bright white, gleaming and wicked in the minimal light. Tbeir clothes are the same, just fitting over their slightly taller frame.

They're the one who's able to appear more human. The one who can watch Reader where no one else can go. And that means fitting themself to a slightly smaller, less intimidating form.

Seeing themself in the mirror startles them for a moment.

They appeared... rather horrifying.

But that feeling is gone, soon replaced with a determination, a need.

They have to find Reader, follow them, watch over them. Their kit-cat needs them to help them remember who they are, who Reader was, their team, their family, their world-

But, they'll have to be patient.

They can't rush things too fast, or whoever put Reader here will catch on.

But... if they do show up...

Heh.

Morph doesn't mind ripping them apart for all the H*ll they've causes them, for taking Reader away and locking locking away in this H*llish world, for almost destroying everythinG-!

Ah...

They're getting carried away again.

Time to find their kit-cat and keep them company~! It's what any good friend would do after all~♡

(I love them. @thewickedweiner Look, look at them. They're perfect. They're scary. They'd make you cookies. They'd paint your nails and wear matching earrings with you and fight anyone for you. Just don't talk about leaving, or seem too sad, or they'll have to step in...)