#predator and prey au

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Soulmates: Izuku Hawks Natsuo. Even I don’t know if I’m looking for platonic or a crack ship.

Natsuo grew up in a world where he wasn’t enough. Just a face in the crowd for his father to occasionally drag out and parade around. He was never allowed his own life. Never allowed to enjoy things and to have fun without worrying about how it affected the family. Even his choice of career had been highly scrutinized by everyone. 

 “Why mental health? Cause of his mother?” Was whispered.

 “A surgeon is a better look.” PR whined at him. Natsuo ignored it all. He doubled down and worked hard. 

 But it was hard. Really hard. More so when… Shouto was aorund. Natsuo tried not to hate his little brother. It wasn’t his fault he was born with the Quirk their father desperately wanted. It wasn’t his fault that Touya had his mental break down, repeating a trauma dump on Natsuo each night that made the younger boy want to go crazy. It wasn’t Shouto’s fault.

 But oh the burn inside of him made it hard not to. He tried to ignore it, tried to temper it. 

 But it felt like a fuse. More so when Shouto came home speaking of Midoriya Izuku. 

 A name Natsuo knew given it was etched onto his skin along with the name Takami Keigo. 

 Now, soulmates weren’t always romantic. Natuso’s mother was soulmates with an aromantic asexual nurse at the hospital she was in. (And there was a reason that Rei hadn’t left yet and oh it burned him as much as Shouto did at times to know that.) But… well there was only a five year gap. Natsuo could wait and see.

 But then Shouto began talking with Fuyumi about how nice and sweet and kind Izuku was. How intelligent. How skilled. It made Natsuo want to rip something apart. His little brother shouldn’t be talking about HIS soulmate like that. All sweet and gentle and soft. Fuyumi seemed to know why Natsuo seemed angry and cautiously pried into Shouto about Izuku’s marks. Given Shouto had his own, some girl he was only friends with apparently, it was easy.

 “They were burned off by a former classmate. It came out on the first day and he got expelled.” The words made Natsuo RAGE. You don’t DO that. It was disgusting. It was horrific.

 His soulmate didn’t know who Natsuo was to him. He was too young and his mother never wrote the names down. Why would she? Burning off a mark… you didn’t do that. 

 Natsuo got the name of the boy and stewed. And stewed. He went to a stupid gala his father said the family had to and boiled in his rage. 

 Then a winged hero appeared by his side, a wrist bared.

 “Hello, I’m Hawks. Or Takami Keigo.”

-0-

 Keigo didn’t talk about the possessive side of himself. The side that gripped and snarled and imagined killing anyone who touched what was his. People were disarmed by his cheerful smiles and ‘lazy’ appearance. They didn’t look further to see more about him. 

 They’d have remembered the raptors also are fellow birds. That they were predators, more dangerous then others.

 Keigo always knew he was a predator. He could dress it up as just being a pretty bird but the truth was much darker then most knew. He was dangerous, and he would kill if anyone touched what was his.

 He lost six handlers before the Commission wised up and stopped trying to force him to give up what was HIS. They worked with him to make sure he got what was his and that he could be a hero for them. They weren’t stupid enough to try and restrict him after he’d ripped out a few throats.

 In another life, perhaps this would haven’t had happened. In another life maybe he’d be more submissive. In this one, Keigo never pushed aside his instincts and wanted. 

 But what he wanted most was his soulmates. They were HIS. His mates, the ones he would never let go. His, his, his! He wouldn’t be like his father, keeping them locked away like the man did to his son and wife. No he’s let them free. But always they would come back.

 He’d make sure of it.

 The Commission told him to wait before claiming them. That it was better to do that rather then try and take what was rightfully his. He was FURIOUS at the idea but grudgingly accepted it after a long conversation with a shrink about ‘bonding young being detrimental’. 

 But as soon as he saw one of HIS soulmates at a gala… all bets were off. He approached right away, and showed the proof. Todoroki Natsuo looked back with a familiar look in his eyes.

 “You know our third?” The white haired man asked in a whisper as a reporter began taking pictures, having seen the reveal. 

 “The kid in UA? I got banned from offering an internship. Said it wouldn’t look good and he is to young for me.” Keigo sneered. Perhaps it was true. Okay yeah it was. The kid was sixteen, he could wait a few more years… that sounded incredibly creepy. He would remove that thought. He wouldn’t interact with the young hero until it was time for them to meet as adults. 

 “His marks were burned off,” Natsuo breathed. “He doesn’t know. I did get the name of the brat who did it. Who still got into UA and then attacked our soulmate before being expelled.”

 A fury burned in Keigo as he smiled at the camera. He accidentally revealed his other wrist as he put a hand on Natuso’s shoulder.

 “What’s the name?”

-0-

 The next morning Izuku was staring at the paper that showed Hawks, the Hawks, alongside Todoroki Natsuo after being revealed as soulmates. Another name was noted though, one that everyone could see.

 Midoriya Izuku. 

 Izuku had already demanded to know why Todoroki didn’t tell him and he wasn’t to sure if he believed the claim that the red and white boy had never seen his brother’s marks. He’d seen the look the boy gave him from time to time after all.

 Though perhaps it was unfair. Izuku didn’t know. All he knew was that the burns on his wrists ached from where there had once been names. 

 He studied the photo again before sighing. He’d meet them as an adult probably. Or in passing. Their age gap wasn’t enough of one to be branded platonic off the bat but spending time now wouldn’t be the greatest idea. 

 He pulled out his phone to look at the article sent by his mother. Bakugou, his old bully and the guy who’d burned off his names as kids because ‘Quirkless Dekus don’t deserve soulmates’ had been murdered. Apparently after being expelled from UA, he’d gone vigilante and bit off more then he could chew, his throat ripped out by some villain.

 Izuku didn’t know what to think of that either honestly but put it aside. His soulmates were more important.

[dorkycreature-89]

Leaving the three with her closest friend (predator and prey au)

[eggseabutters]

Shadow is confusing Sonic with food again.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

TW: Kidnapping and involuntary servitude. Dehumanization, both of Killer and Murder (who is dehumanized by both Nightmare and Killer, despite how Killer isn’t aware of/doesn’t much care how he comes off, even if that’s not the intention.)

Hunting, predator/unwilling prey dynamics that is encouraged. Pet/master as well.

Also past hints to previous hunts, starvation as punishment, abuse.

Was thinking about how canon Murder was said to never want to willingly join Nightmare and wouldn’t have any interest in other AUs or ATs outside of his own, and I was thinking about how there’s a canonical Something New timeline where Nightmare just straight up yoinked up Killer and took him into involuntary servitude.

And then I was thinking about these two facts with a Bad Sans Gang AU, and my first thought was “flight risk Murder” and predator/prey dynamics with Murder and Killer (they’re both prey and predator bc Murder is very good at setting traps) and owner/pet dynamics with Nightmare and Killer.

Like, NM is old and ancient and spent some time away from most mortals for quite awhile and Killer didn’t really fight back or attempt to escape him as he yoinked him up, so he assumes it’ll just be the same with Murder.

Only, nope. First mission out and the guy’s making an immediate run for it. Killer has to track him down and drag him back, which presented a surprisingly good challenge because this guy is fast and light on his feet and good at thinking quickly (like Killer). He set up so many various traps or made impromptu ones, he kept Killer on his toes.

This becomes a bit of a routine (no one uses that word around Stage 2 Killer, because then it becomes something to avoid).

Nightmare sends them out, Murder tries to run if he has the energy and Determination, Killer hunts him down with something bordering on amusement and glee.

He’s never hunted another version of himself down quite like this before, and unsurprisingly this leads to moments of squabbling and vicious fighting between Murder and Killer who gets closer and closer to Stage 3 with every hunt. He’s having fun, falling into habit, the thrill of the chase.

They always both come back bloody, beaten, injured, and exhausted, Killer either carrying Murder bridal style or by the scruff of his hoodie, but Killer is uncharacteristically pleased and almost happy to be hunting someone down. (“You fell back into form easy enough, huh. Just like old times, right, partner?”)

Murder is always beyond exhausted and pissed, something bordering on realizing how powerless he actually is when compared to Nightmare (worried he might not ever be able to stop his human because he’ll never get free), and Nightmare is just…endlessly amused.

It’s like watching the cat drag in a mouse to its owner, so he will of course give Killer his well deserved praise and treats. This new behavior is something he hadn’t observed in his weapon yet, and he is admittedly curious.

You’re allowed to rest more today, eat more today. Just make sure to take care of Murder, have him up and ready for the next time. (This is what you’re supposed to do with mortals you don’t want dying on you just yet, right? It seems so tedious..maybe just this one time, just to see what happens.)

Feeling Murder’s anger at Killer, his disgust and discomfort around him (Murder’s embarrassment and humiliation at being wrangled and treated like a pet, even though Killer always takes care of his injuries well just like he does for the cats he adores so much), is like a nice side dish for Nightmare. He can feel Murder’s slowly, ever slowly, dwindling hope; and he assumes it’ll eventually be just like Killer.

That Murder will accept his place, and then will make the best of it, and they’ll all move on from this. Or maybe they’ll keep going but now both his pets will enjoy playing out in the woods or something.

But, no. Murder’s escape attempts begin losing its previous zeal. He’s just doing it because it’s habit now, and not because he thinks he’ll actually get free this time. He causally wanders off, and he spots Killer leaning against a tree like, “so..you come here often?”

He immediately turns around and goes back.

Killer is getting bored and apathetic again, Nightmare can tell. The tingle of “something new” has worn off, Murder is no longer novel. He���s boring and lame now.

But Killer knows he isn’t broken yet. Murder isn’t like him, he can see the spark of defiance and life in those dim eyes. It’s so different from what Killer sees when he dares to catch a glimpse of the reflection in the blade of his knife.

If Murder isn’t broken yet, then he’s just biding time. And Killer can’t wait to see what he does next.

(Who knows. Maybe Killer even does things to attempt to keep Murder’s hope up. Because he wouldn’t be fun if he were just like Killer.) (He doesn’t want anyone becoming like him)

(..of course things would get difficult if Killer starts thinking that Murder could genuinely start escaping him. Hunting someone down brings back memories, feelings, consequences of failure..

Stage 3 will not let this prey get away because no prey means no food means more pain means upset-angry-stomach-body. Pain to stomach and pain to head and pain to bones and soul and disappointment means becoming prey.)

(..eventually, though, it all comes to a head. Maybe Killer finally triggered into Stage 3 and kills Murder in the fight, before it can bring in the prey for observation, proof of having done well.

And maybe this is how Nightmare becomes aware of Stage 3, and is..deeply intrigued about this new side of his weapon. Perhaps this explains why Killer had been behaving oddly, outside of the thrill of something new. Perhaps this wasn’t as new for his killer as Nightmare had thought it was.

The next one they get will be more willing, somehow, someway. “I will get you another friend to play with,” he reassures his killer.)

[s0fter-sin]

fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten

that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time

what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy

not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary

roba just had to make him faint first

after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing

but he will never let his body betray him again

[threepandas]

Bad End: Into The Light

It was impossible to ignore the steps behind me.

I was told, again and again, they were of no consequence. No SIGNIFICANCE. That my "shadows" were little more then passive servants. Glorified furniture that followed me room to room. But... but how could I possibly believe that? Worse, if I DID believe that? What would that MAKE me?

I was followed, as I am always followed these days, by... by DECORATION.

That's what they were BRED for. MADE to be. Aesthetically pleasing decoration. Perfectly matching, pleasantly smiling, mindless drones.

It sickened me.

When I "woke up"? Laughable as that phrasing is? Because I was not... not SLEEPING. I was... WAS... I had not BEEN-!

When I... "woke up" as it were, from that... long sleep. The one I had no choice in. That terrifies me even now. Haunts my dreams and wounds my soul. I found myself in a shining temple. A holy place, I was told. A beautiful place, it seemed.

And like so many stories? Like every tale of Utopia supposedly found? It was only after the first rush of wonder, did the cracks in the foundation begin to appear. And oh... OH, did they run DEEP.

I? Was "born" from a shining pool. Beneath sunlight and surrounded by soft breezes. Beauty and nature. But the "shadows"? They take the waters and manipulate them. Archaic machines I have never seen, someplace deep and dark.

I only see the successes of this process.

My mind screams that something terrible must happen, to those deemed "failures".

How? How in any God's name could I EVER be expected to accept this? This slavery and butchery? Worse still, be expect to TAKE PART in it? Have "shadows" of my own? As though it were not ownership of another living soul?!

In disgust, I raged.

I tried to fight. Was still too young, unfamiliar with the terrain. But my soul cried out in horror and how could I refuse? It... got me isolated. I am STILL isolated. Deep in the temple. Back in the "reflection gardens" where I may "think". It goes against our religion, after all, to harm me.

I am a PERSON. One of the Light's children. I need "gentle guidance" and "patience" so that I might "understand".

I understand perfectly.

They are simply monster's in my eyes.

It is cruel, really, that so much GOOD could be poisoned by such thoughtless evil. Because some of the teaching they foist on me? Are GOOD. Genuinely, truely, GOOD. They are teachings I am trying my best to follow. Even as something about them... niggled at the back of my brain. Like somehow they SHOULD be familiar, yet aren't quite.

Truely? I wish I could escape these walls. I KNOW there are other sects. The Shining Light was a result of a schism several centuries back. I know it had to do with the pools. But, of course, they have kept me from anything that might reinforce my "mistaken beliefs".

The eyes burning into my back trace lazily along my skin.

We never talk. I REFUSE to take part in this charade, but it does not stop them from following me. If anything, they seem amused. Something almost like fond on occasion. It is hard to tell, through their ever unchanging smiles. Perfectly bland and decorative.

There is a strange... anticipation in the air today.

I do not know what to make of it. When I ask the Light all I receive is nondescript humming. I do not know enough to know what that MEANS. Have no one to ask. So... I go through the motions.

And the anticipation builds.

And builds.

And BUILDS.

There are certain points in the, for lack of a better term (though honestly it's hardly), "little" building I've been cosigned too where I can see the main temple. The second floor terrace lifts me JUST high enough to see the eastern sprawl.

And the if I precariously balance? Up on a stool and then my toes. Leaning juuust so against one of the pillars that line the path? Then the hallway to the reflection pool garden, where I am too meditate each day, shows me the west.

As cut off as I am, except for the glorified propaganda shoved at me again and again by teachers who never linger, as though I am DISEASED? Well, all I can really do is watch. Try to pick out what is happening from afar. Try... try not to go mad from isolation.

Because the only people HERE with me are my shadows.

And I KNOW they would never talk to me. Not really. They will respond if I talk AT them but... oh Light that guides us... I am the keeper of their chains. I have NO RIGHT to play "happy little family~" as though they are even remotely close to me of their own free will.

I will not see them. I will not ask of them. In the Light, I will cast no shadow.

My mantra. Again and again. And please, oh Light that guides us, let someday it be true.

Still... my daily "lessons" have not come. And that? That has never happened. I do not WORRY for them, but as the only contact I have with the outside? Sudden change in behavior is... bad. Especially with this strange tension in the air. This anticipation of... SOMETHING. Like the Light is waiting for something to begin.

It is coming.

The east shows me nothing. So I try the west. Balanced precariously, ankles and toes straining from the uncomfortable position. The vast gardens between where I am and the main buildings? Are... empty.

They are NEVER empty.

Always. ALWAYS! Someone strolling, initiates debating, students reflecting, Master's meditating on the Light. Guests oohing and aaahing over the heavenly splendor of a garden unrivaled, by any I'd EVER seen before this place. All while followed by peacock tails of shadows. Matching and subservient. Hundreds of them.

The gardens were empty. Silent. An eery sense of... wrong, began to seep up my spine. Something that SCREAMED I had all the clues. Already KNEW what this was. But was being painful dense. Fatally blind. But I... I couldn't...

Sharp movement. A Temple Master. One who's name I could not recall. Only that he was forever poised and disdainful. He did not look so poised NOW. He raced, hair falling from it's styling, face wet with sweat and tears, robes a mess, across the main walk. Through the empty garden.

He... he never made it...

Too wherever he hoped to go.

In perfect synch, like WOLVES, shadows shot from the building behind him in pursuit. They had swords. He did not. Their long legs ate the distance between them and their prey almost effortlessly. In desperation, he called upon the Light, divine magic to defend himself.

They... they COUNTERED.

He died. Horrified and screaming, as I stood frozen. Pieces clicking together in my head. That... that was an advanced skill. But, ultimately, perfectly learnable if you were focused on nothing else. If... if you were able to FOLLOW those who sat in such lessons. Were... born of the same pools.

Of course they were children of the Light. I had always known. But somehow... my brain had not CONNECTED what that meant. Fully. What SKILLS that would afford them.

Slowly, numbly, I slid back down to merely stand upon the stool upon which I stood. I shakily stepped down. Acutely aware of the half ring of shadows smiling, oh so pleasantly, less then lunging distance away. Their eyes were intent.

Had...had they been waiting for me to see? Figure it out on my own? How long were they willing to let the charade continue? Just to drive home that their days of servitude were, at last, violently over? I did not look at them. I was afraid. My eyes staring, unseeing, off to the garden walls.

I was... was trapped in here... wasn't I?

Deserved this. For what I had allowed done.

And yet... and YET... I... I wanted to live. I was a prisoner too. Born into a cage that would see me die in it. Tears blurred my vision. It felt hard to breathe. Slowly, painfully fighting my tensed muscles, like a doll creaking from age, I turned to look at them.

Their smiles were sharper. They had teeth now.

Heads cocked, some terrible and delighted thing dancing in their eyes, their masks had cracked apart. No longer needed. I took a shaking step back. Then another. All the while they watch, eyes tracing my every action, unmoving. Expectant. They knew I would run. Clearly HOPED I would. I wish I could say I disappointed them.

That I was brave and stood my ground. Facing my end with dignity.

I didn't.

I bolted.

Behind me, a chorus of delighted laughs rip through the terrible silence like the baying of hunting hounds. The howl of wolves. Their masculine voices echoing all around me as, for the first time in this LIFE? I run with all I have. There... there is no where to GO. Not really. I have been kept ignorant of most of the temple's layout. Everything beyond it.

I have to try.

Mocking. They give me a heads start. But I hear them now. They have always been near silent when they walk. Can be COMPLETELY silent if they choose. It was a courtesy. Now? It is a taunt. So I know they are coming. Know how close I am to-...!

Desperately, I shed outer layers. The ornate, heavy robes they made me wear? Were lovely. But difficult to move it. Perhaps that was the point. Now? I can not afford it. They clatter and flomp to the ground behind me as I run. Skid around corners. Take two stairs at a time.

Banter behind me. This is taking everything I've got. Ha ha... oh Light! It's barely a work out for them, isn't it? A glorified jog at best. My exits are cut off, again and again. Forcing me to backtrack. My heart pounding, lungs screaming. Nails scrambling at the polished floors as my feet slide out from under me at the sudden shift in direction.

Bruises are building up. Exhaustion setting in. There is... there is no where in this building I can hide, that they do not KNOW.

I've lost track of at least half of them. They could be anywhere. I... I know, KNOW, I am being herded like an animal. Spooked and grabbed at, so I run the way they want me too. I just don't know WHY. I can't think. I have to run. All... all I can do is RU-!

As I pass an archway leading to a garden viewing room, I find out where the others went. Weight SLAMS into me from the side. Strong arms seizing my waist and cradling my neck, to prevent injury as we fall. I am thrown from feet by the tackle, through the archway.

Into a...nest of bedding?

I land hard, cushioning aside, and wheeze out a whine. The wall of iron muscle on top of me, pressing me down, half crushing me. My legs are on fire, my lungs the same. Everything hurts and I am terrified. There is a man's hand on the back of my neck, up high and near cradling my head, and it would take NOTHING for him to snap it. I... I can't... I...

I sob.

Frozen. Exhausted, in pain, and all struggled out. All I can do is cry. It's going it hurt. I.. I don't WANT to get hurt! P-please don't hurt m-me! I clutch at the bedding I'm pinned down too. My face all but crushed up against a familiar not familiar shoulder. I can hear the others strolling closer.

The shift of clothes as they kneel to crawl onto the strange nest they had made.

"Shhhhhh, shh shh shh. It's okay, sweetheart. It's over now. We CAUGHT you~ Our little champion. You're okay. It's okay. We're all here. You're safe now." Whispers the shadow pinning me. All but crooning it in my ear. "We've got you~, we've got you~. They can't hurt you anymore. Gonna show you the WORLD. No more cages. Can finally give you the love you DESERVE."

There are noises of agreement around me. Hands gently stroking my wrist and lower arm. Massaging my aching lower legs almost absent-mindedly. As though any part of me not covered by the man pinning me was fair game. Someplace to gently adore. I don't understand. Can not.

I squirm. Getting huffed laughs and chuckles.

"None of that, dearest. We were patient long enough. Frankly, we wanted to stage the revolt months ago. But, well, that pesky high priest. Never around when you need him to die, mmm?" Barks of laughter as the others crowded closer, got comfortable. My hand was tugged loose from the bedding. Fingers intertwined with my own.

"She's so cute." "Let us love you." "I can't wait to taste you." "Ours now, sweetheart~" "let us take care of you, okay?" "Light that guides, you're so fucking PERFECT..." "We're gonna take care of you, promise."

Muttered voices. Possessive, gentle hands. The shadow on top of me shifts down. And suddenly I could SEE. They stared like I was something to be devoured. The center of the universe. The Light felt triumphant. Held no answers. I didn't know where to look. Too many eyes. Too much touch.

Too much EVERYTHING after so long alone.

A kiss that feels overwhelming. Grins that promised things I didn't know if I can handle. Eyes that promise FOREVER whether I like it or not. Dangerous, dangerous hands that are so very gentle. I shake. I can not stop shaking. Hands from two different men, cup my cheeks, stroke my skin. My hands are held. Their palms are warm.

"Shhhh, your OURS now, little light. We broke our chains and killed our keepers, but YOU? Oh you, little prisoner, tried your best. You couldn't do it, and that's okay, but we SAW. We REMEMBERED. And the shadows?" They whisper, almost reverent. Both precious memory and quiet confession carried in their voice. Then, a terrible, possessive smile. A thing of entirely too many teeth.

"Oh little light, the shadows love you~♡"

[billfinarts]

Predator: Tales of the Hunt

Pg.6

More blood has been spilled, the Wendigo has claimed her prize alongside the black beast...

Find out more next Wednesday!

Colors done by @kenosisofabrami

Lineart and storyboard by me

[hey-heigo]

furrifies them

i haven't drawn anthro in a while so this was fun af. i also keep reassigning them different beasts. a symptom of my whimsical heart

blood below

[peachdues]

I’m horny so I’m making it everyone’s problem BUT

sincerely thinking about Werewolf!Sanemi’s first time experiencing Netherwood!Reader’s ovulation week and losing his damn mind

[howlonomy]

Idea for dt clover monster

1- 6 shooter, where the board gets split into 6 sections and you have to remember how the rounds were loaded into it

2- buckshot, where clover will shoot the board with a shotgun but the rounds fan out like the astral dreamer attack

3- lasso and lazer where the board is lined up with a double barrel shotgun and the soul is tied to the center having to avoid each shot from each barrel

4- clover will slowly move their talons in and you have to fire at them to keep them away

Beyond that I’m not sure, maybe they use their wings to block attacks?

yall are way more creative than me with this kinda stuff AHDJSJCN but ill add my own thoughts!!

YELLOW ATTACKS; If you get hit with one of DT!Clover’s yellow attacks, your HP gets sucked out and used to heal DT!Clover instead (similar to Ceroba’s red attacks).

1) Six Shooter —> Russian Roulette: In a very similar vein, you watch a (yellow colored) round be loaded into a revolver; you have like half a second to react to a reticle being put on your soul before it’s fired and it’s either a live round (normal bullet attack) or a yellow round.

2) Buckshot: Huge shotgun attacks that explodes into stars. The stars explode into SMALLER stars. Very bullet hell.

3) Prey: Similar to Ed’s attack, you have to avoid Clover’s talons grabbing you; if caught, you are stuck in one place and aimed at by either feathers, stars, or revolver shots. Very difficult to move and avoid attacks if caught.

4) Blackhole: Extending their wings, their inner wings turn into the void of space, sucking you to the top of the battle box. You must avoid swipes from their claws or shooting stars coming out of their wings.

5) One Last Hurrah: Similar to Zenith Martlet’s attack where the screen goes huge and she flies towards you (idk the name lmao); Clover’s tail splits into four; they slam it into the battle box, yellow shards spraying. The main attack is DT!Clover’s SOUL charge up an attack and shoot towards you. They swat your bullets away with their tail, you can’t hurt them during this attack.

EXTRA CHALLENGES: As the fight goes on, lighting surrounds attacks that have things to do with DT!Clover’s physical body; such as their talons or wings. Extra damage, and occasionally yellow! A lot of simpler attacks also overlap, like how Zenith Martlet has like 3 different attacks going on every round. Things like TNT explosions, gunpowder lines you have to avoid (or else it will explode), and gunshots that shatter the battle box into segments (so you’re stuck in one section unless you take damage to move through the cracks).

You would have to aim for DT!Clover’s soul with bullets to hurt them! No other spot would damage them; just their soul. idk how all this would work in an actually game but this was fun to theorize and think up >:]

[constantchaosalways]

Sketch

Fun fact. Dahlia is a roe dear!

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

A New AU List of Fics I ACTUALLY Want to Write/Am Writing (Mostly BNHA)

Fics Being Written

Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: A reading the future fic with a single teen mom Fem!Izuku. Long term project.

Pairings: EraserMic right now. I do have other pairings in mind, but as of now am not quite announcing.

TUMBLR TAG/AO3

Mission: Woo Izuku Series: Thanks to a quirk, Izuku's future potential partners are revealed to the world. Mostly pure shenanigans and a lot of ocs. Semi Crossover for Shits and giggles with Dragon Age

Pairings: Izuku/Everyone Basically. EraserMic, Warden/Zevran, Kamui Woods/OC (has not been shown yet but is planned), Hawke/Merrill

On AO3 (I kept switching the stupid tag on tumblr and gave up trying to figure it out)

Diverging Paths: A series where Fem!Izuku is put into an arranged marriage with various people. Long Term Project, multiple 'routes'.

Pairings: IiDeku, TodoDeku, TokoDeku, MonoDeku, HawksDeku (sort of? not really?) Others depending on the fic.

On AO3/On Tumblr

Izuku's Many Siblings: A ridiculous AU where Izuku has multiple siblings. Mostly shits and giggles.

Pairings: Midoriya Inko/Pixie Bob, OC/Dabi

On AO3

Not A fic... Yet, but either being plotted or is being written

Aphrodite Rising: A Fem!Izuku AU where her Quirk is Attract Info, gaining her the ability to gain information on people who find her attractive. She gains OFA as well.

Pairings: OT4 (Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto), All Might/Midnight, Aizawa/Fatgum, Mic/Thirteen, Midoriya Inko/Tsukauchi Naomasa, others... (it's a rarepair hell)

TUMBLR TAG/AO3 (not on yet)

Purge!AU (The Purge of Heroes? Title unknown): HPSC decides to go through the hero ranks and remove a good portion of heroes who are: incompetent, glory hounds, cruel heroes, caused to much collateral, didn't meet a quota or even just they weren't useful in some cases. This happens before Izuku goes to UA, and a lot of things changed.

Pairings: So far leaning towards OT3 (Tenya Iida/Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako)

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Unnamed MASH AiDeku Soulmate AU (Titled as 'Tumblr Made me Do it' as of now, open to change): Age swaped Shinsou, Jirou, Kaminari, Tokoyami, Aizawa, Mic, Midnight and Kurogiri, Magical MASH soulmate stuff is a thing. Disabled Fem!Izuku, Uraraka and Iida. Jirou is Izumi's cousin... kind of crazy.

Pairings: Age changed AiDeku, ShinJiro, MicNight (more later)

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Predator and Prey AU: Soulmate HawksDekuNatsu with Yandere!Hawks and Natsuo. Murder, drama, a lot of creepy shit.

Pairings: HawksDekuNatsu, one sided TodoDeku, other couples.

Original Tumblr Post/Tumblr Tag

The Fathers of Izuku: Inko went to a sperm bank to have Izuku. However, they found out way later the bank used sperm 'stolen' from HPSC facilities. Said sperm was that of heroes. Izuku is now possibly the child of multiple heroes. Would be various stories with different fathers. (Due to an incident where a few heroes got hit by a villain who could make them sterile, teen heroes also had their sperm taken to. Mostly done for shits and giggles.)

Pairings: Multiple.

No Tumblr Tag yet...

Fics I Have written on AO3 that... I really wanna keep going at, but may take a while. Might do rewrites?

Midoriya Izuku: The Game: Gamer Quirk AU! That's... all I can say. Might rewrite? I like it but lost a lot of interest for some reason...

On AO3

Omega Quirk: Izuku has a Quirk that makes him like an Omega from fanfiction.

On AO3

Decagon: The Supportive Hero: Izuku has a Quirk that lets him boost other Quirks.

On AO3

Devotion to the Aesthetic: Fem!Izuku is a youtuber and loves American/Canadian 1950s stuff.

On AO3

[dorkycreature-89]

Her only beckon of light (predator and prey au)

[ssminosblogs]

Aquí la continuación!

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

Perhaps... some more Dragon! Coal and Unicorn! Wisp if that's okay?

gangly fawn and squishy wyrm, aged one month

[pitypossession]

What's your favorite Billdip dynamic?

this is suuuch a hard question BUT generally I love predator/prey Billdip! I’m typically not a redemption guy i like manipulation and I love bill “i can make him worse mentally and morally” cipher