#small but fucking durable and angry

[sbplus-sketchbook]

A bear and a tiger just taking a breather. Larian listen closely we need to nap on his tits his TITS Larian WE NEED THIS PLEASE

[urmomspersonalwhore]

Puppy Training

MINORS DNI

-Arlecchino/Hybrid!Reader, NSFW, Stap on, slapping, degrading kink, Sub!Afab!Reader, Dom!Arlecchino, BratTaming, possible breeding kink, Hair pulling, etc…

“Shut up and look pretty.”

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Arlecchino would love the idea of having someone who's a ‘pet’ to her. She craves that power and dominance.

Especially if you're disobedient, she wouldn't mind taking such a brat like you. She'll make sure to put you in your place.

You were told to sit pretty and not talk to anyone, but how could you do that when there are so many new and exciting people? It was just too hard to resist, conversing with fellow ladies and gentlemen. But, arlecchino noticed rather quickly how loud you were talking to the people. Of course, she was angry, but you decided to interact with others who weren't her AND disobey her? Who do you think you are? You were just a mere pet, so as a responsible owner. She dragged you to her chambers, which luckily wasn't far from the ‘party’. She throws you against the wall with her arms at each side, blocking you from escaping

“Who are you?” she sneered

You tilt your head, while your ears bounce down.

“Y/N” is an obvious response, but so stupid.

The knave rolled her eyes, one of her charcoal hands moving to squeeze at your throat. Though, light enough for you to speak.

“..Y..yours!” You had choked up

Her hand relaxed but remained on your neck still, the opposing fingers trailing down to discard your dress, swiftly. Which was a red gown, her signature color. Marking you as hers. She left another type of Mark though, leaving bloody bite marks and hickies. You instinctively grabbed onto her silver locks with soft whimpers. Arlecchino grabbed your hands with one of hers, stepping back to push into her bed. As soon as she unclasped your bra, she latched her mouth into one of your nipples, her blackened fingers rubbing and twisting the other one. Switching between the two breasts from time to time. A few minutes go by and she lifts her knee to press into your core. You drew out a moan, pushing your hips against her. But she pulled back and enjoyed your whine.

“Shut up, mutt. I decide whether you get to enjoy pleasure or not.” The Cold woman hissed.

She unbuckled her belt, metal clanking together. After, the belt was tied to your hands, now restricting them from moving. You struggled against them to test their durability and failed to remove them. A small and dark chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at your struggle. Pulling down her pants, to reveal a bulge in the middle of her underwear. She smiled at your shocked face and removed your own. Grabbing onto your legs to drag them further down at the edge of the bed. Once she took off her panties, showing off the massive ‘cock’. You shook your head with whimpers such as “It's too big!” or “Won't fit!” The knave smiled, the tip brushing against your clit.

“I'll make it fit.” slowly forcing the strap to go in you as small cries and whines emitted from your vocals. “Shh, I'll go gentle” she whispered, going at a slow pace to make sure you were adjusting to it. However, only a few seconds passed by as she pulled a “Just kidding.” and pounded into you, mercilessly. A gasp was drawn out followed by loud moans. The room was filled with hoarse mewls and skin slapping. One last thrust until she removed herself from you, throwing you onto your stomach. Then, she inserts herself into you once again. Continuing her abuse of your cunt. Rough grunts and huffs were being heard by your ear each time she fucked into you. Her hand moved to grab your hair and pulled it back, now your spine up against her chest. Small drools were spilling out of the corner of your mouth, like a dog. Her other arm traveled to your ass, slapping it hard enough to leave a bruise. She let go of your hair and threw you down, laying on top of you as she went so deep, it felt as if she was trying to breed you. With each pelvis hitting your ass, your ears bounced. Tongue sticking out alongside pants.

“Such a Slut for me, right?” Arlecchino panted.

You could only nod as your voice was dried out from all the sobbing and screaming. You were left in tears from the rough pace. But it felt so good, maybe you should do this more often? You know, getting fucked stupid.

The knave groaned at how tight you were becoming, instantly knowing you were near.

“Awe, does my puppy wanna cum?”

Another nod came from your head, whimpering as you pushed your hips against her rhythmical thrusts. Her sharp and painful nails digging into your hips, leaving crescent marks. She loved how pretty you looked crying and desperate for her. How could she resist? So as any good owner, she picked up her pace and plunged so deep, you were seeing stars. A long moan fell from your lips as your whole body fell limp. Tail wagging as you laid your head into the pillows.

“A whore, just for me” the woman laughed, slowly slipping out her strap that now was filled with your cum.

“This better have taught you a lesson.” Was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

@gayblade thanks for the inspo!

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[zones-spinterest-corner]

Fuck it, why not end out the year with some TPC headcanons :] (but only the characters I have headcanons for)

Cube:

Half-monster, freakishly tall and strong (even by cube standards) because of it

Has a rather soft voice, you know when he’s angry because that softness goes outta the window

He’s muscular, but not in the dehydrated “sexy” sense, but in the actual strongman sense

WILL crush your back in a hug

Iris:

Posh twat /aff

Morally questionable at the beginning, gets sense knocked into him and is now trying to unlearn some harmful rhetoric he learned growing up

Paradise’s most hated man /hj

Malewife

Seems like he’d be a tea drinker only, actually prefers coffee

Wasn’t revived by Calcifer/The Reaper, was instead revived by Prism/the Trees due to being needed as a caretaker (Calcifer refused to revive him)

Pentellow:

Southern. She’s southern you can’t convince me otherwise

The only competent caretaker

Lowkey shit at cooking, can make a mean apple pie though

Reckless due to the natural polygon durability boost, worries the shit out of the others on a daily basis

Likes dirt

Girlboss (if Iris is the malewife she’s the girlboss I’m sorry)

Pyrare:

Kind of a cryptid, will appear behind you ominously and scare you when he asks if you want casserole for dinner

Aromantic, but not asexual (I mean. Britt never said anything about his sexual orientation, just his romantic one, so I can hc him as aroallo if I want) (besides, he’s got a canon son lmao)

Likely autistic, but has lived for longer than the concept of autism in society so therefore he can’t possibly have it (he very much can)

Very flat voice, rarely has tonal changes unless he’s like. Really feeling an emotion

Ajacent:

Gossip machine, will find out the latest tea and spill it to her friends

Doesn’t live in the mountains anymore and doesn’t communicate with her sisters often either (hmm I wonder why)

Not a fan of the heroes, she finds them a little too child-like (she’s not a fan of children in general)

Circubit:

Fat and proud of it <3

Really good at playing the piano thanks to his mother, though he prefers an electric keyboard

One of Ajacent’s gossip buddies

Does not like Lythorus due to Lycanthropy being the most unlikeable fucker in existence (Lyth is better in that regard but Circubit still hates him lmao)

Learning robotics purely to maintain Cyanogen (Cyanide)’s body, gets frustrated with it easily

Gold:

Snake boy (hc adopted from MugzyMiik/October)

Has a small hiss to his speech

Takes after Pyrare in being the cryptid of the heroes

Likes fluffy things :3

Tsavorite:

Literal embodiment of :3

Impossible to hate, he’s too nice to everyone

First hero to truly bond with Cyanogen

Learning some recipes left over by Pentellow’s mom (she can’t cook but he can)

LOVES pie, no matter if sweet or savoury (though he’s particularly fond of cheese and onion pies)

Orange:

Nicknamed “grapefruit” by Iris, only lets him, Pente and Tsav call him that

The most laid back of the heroes

Has very fluffy hair under his hat

A little protective of Tsav (they’re brothers don’t take this the wrong way)

Has a sweet tooth

Cyan:

Filled with RAGE

Cube has to stop him from fistfighting Dub on a near daily basis

Annoying lil shit

Still wary of Cyanogen, hasn’t taken the time to bond with her

Lowkey racist towards pink shapes even though they’re harmless and natural now

Desperately needs a reality check

Cyanogen:

Wants to bond with Cyan, but is scared of him

Has at least 4GB of memes downloaded onto her, will rickroll you at any given opportunity

Cheeky, likes to pull pranks

Changed her name from Cyanide because she didn’t want to be named after a literal poison anymore </3

Caretaker is Circubit :3

[i-am-church-the-cat]

prompt: carva! 🐛🚗

Logan’s second time in the incubator had been harder than the first. That first season, Alex had calmly walked him through it, making jokes to lighten the mood. The hot, damp space was surprisingly comfortable - it reminded him of childhood camping trips where he and Kyle would sweat through their shared sleeping bag. He shuddered at the thought of doing this with Kyle. They’ve swapped sweat, swapped spit, but this was something else. Something cloying and metallic that was defined by tan skin and skilled fingers.

The second time Logan steps into the cocoon, he’s far past nervous. He’s desperate in a way he hasn’t been since he was trapped in F3 and running out of money, watching his too-young cars falter and die on him. Logan knows that if this years car isn’t a fit, if he can’t push it into the points, than he’ll never be back in this slick, dimly lit chamber again.

Alex, sensing his anxiety, doesn’t joke. Their actions are stilted and robotic, no chemistry at all. Logan has to bite his tongue to keep from begging Alex to fuck him, to take his pleasure from Logan’s body and wring every drop of talent into the car, into the team.

Alex avoids him the entire winter break after they leave the factory. The car spent that time gestating, waiting for its unholy creators to come crawling back.

When Logan steps into the artificial nursery, the problem is apparent.

“They’re small,” Alex says, cutting a glance to James. Their team principal’s face was predictably placid but Logan didn’t have to look at him to know what he was feeling.

It was the end of January. The cars should be on the precipice of breaking out of its cellulose layer. Instead, behind the translucent, veiny film, the three larva was still only the size of a typical V8.

“What do we do if they don’t hatch before Bahrain?” Logan asks, unable to tear his eyes away from the cocoon. He knows that this is his fault.

James explains that the longest they can leave two of the cars in there was the second week of February. They would have to be cut out by then, given their nutrients externally. There were some things the team could do to help them grow before the season started, but there was a possibility they would end up with underdeveloped cars. They’d start the season on the back foot.

Alex had asked more questions but Logan wasn’t listening. He watched the steady throbbing of the casing and worried it matched his heartbeat too well.

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Two of the cars hatched the first week of February. They were still smaller than normal, and slower than the team would have liked, but they were out and moving.

The third hadn’t hatched. Since it wasn’t necessary for the season, they’d leave it to grow a little longer. They would just have to be careful with the other two.

That’s what Logan tried to be. Careful. Gentle. Not only because his job was riding on his consistency, but because his car was still so small. Barely two weeks old, still trembling and hesitant to push itself to its limits.

Alex’s car, on the other hand, was hard and unruly. The tighter Alex tried to hold on, the more it bucked from him. When it worked, Alex could get his car close to the points. When it didn’t- you had Australia.

Alex’s car hadn’t woken up after the crash in practice. The team asked for Logan’s car- Logan’s young, quivering car. It clung to him even as Logan agreed to sit out the rest of the weekend.

Logan didn’t ask Alex to be gentle with it. When his car came back a little stronger, a little more confident, Logan wonders if he’s been too gentle with it.

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The third car doesn’t hatch until April. It’s more middle of the road than Alex’s or Logan’s. More controllable, but more durable. It wasn’t ambitious but it wasn’t hesitant either.

Logan wondered if they were going to sub that car for one of theirs. He wondered which one would have to sit out- the desperate, angry car, or the weak, anxious one.

Logan is going okay in Miami. Being back home is building his confidence and it’s reflected on his car as well. Tenth in the sprint was a highlight, even if there were no points associated with it.

Maybe he got too confident. Maybe he got too desperate, had too much tunnel vision. Because suddenly his adolescent car is flying backwards into the barriers, making a screeching, unholy sound. Logan’s heart is racing and his head is spinning and every part of him is throbbing.

“Did I do something wrong?” Is the first thing out of his mouth. He’s not sure if it’s from him or the car. He can’t tell the difference anymore.

But no, he didn’t do anything wrong. That doesn’t keep his car from curling up to lick its wounds over the break, newfound confidence leaving quicker than it came. Logan, as likeminded with the beast as ever, stays in Miami and soaks up the sun, hoping he’ll go back to the too-cold English summer a little stronger than he left it.

—

They’re desperate and hungry. The team is scared they’ll break too easily.

Logan sits in his car, whining even without the engine, and thinks they already have.

[sequs-art-box]

give me ALL your Anger headcanons,,

You sure you want that? Okay.....

• Has a high pain tolerance. The most you'd get with a punch to his stomach is a small grunt. Nothing more.

• Continuing the tolerance thing, he has extremely high spice tolerance as well. Maybe to the point of not having capsaicin sensors at all. That'd be so funny honestly..

• Cold Take: Anger is Gay and Ace.

• SLIGHTLY WARM Take: He's Biromantic and Ace.

• Physically strong. Even more than Embarrassment. He could have broken through his grip no problem. Do you SEE my vision.

• Completely immune to lava (this is kinda canon already but I don't care >:>)

• Emits heat, even when he's not super angry. The other emotions use him as their personal heater- similar to Baymax in that one scene- during the winter.

• Has woken up the other emotions due to a bad dream many times. Surprisingly enough, his fire extinguisher hasn't been used yet.

• Anger is Joy's second in command.

• One kind of pain he can't tolerate are migraines (totally not projecting)

• I've mentioned this before but I like to think Anger is really good at making the others feel better, whether if it's about themselves or about how they work (gestures to the scene where he comforts Joy)

• Used to sleep with a tank top on but took it off after finding out going shirtless was way more comfortable

• Likes generally hardcore sounding music, but he doesn't mind some relaxing genres too. He ain't afraid to admit that either. He can listen to whatever the fuck he wants.

• Didn't like tea until Fear made him try it (Fear didn't like coffee until Anger made him try it)

• Doesn't have good handwriting. It's not too bad but Joy, Fear, and Anxiety wished he slowed down and wrote a little better.

• Anger is actually a very organized emotion, at least with the stuff he cares about.

• Cheeks turn cherry red when he's flustered (think of it like an opposite reaction to his orange cheeks when he's angry)

• After the events of the first movie, Anger had to *really* learn to control himself. That work definitely paid off by the second movie.

• He's actually not that bad of a dancer, yall just don't give him enough time to practice.

• Tends to babysit Envy a LOT. Says he doesn't like it but he's 100% a father figure to her now. Sorry, no takebacksies.

• PEOPLE THINK THIS MF CANT RUN OR SOME SHIT but he keeps up with the others just fine in the second movie. Dude literally works out every day how can he NOT.

• MY Anger is a good singer, but OG Anger isn't. Sorry bud. I can't see (hear) it.

• He is textbook "act now think later"

• Unintentionally an early bird. Often the first to wake up cause he needs to get shit done.

• The console was made with very durable material, specifically to withstand Ange's outbursts.

• He may be the "youngest" of the original five, but he acts like the oldest.

• Anger's love languages are quality time and acts of service.

• He was the first one to be brought down to the Belief System.

• Despite having a high spice tolerance, he's more of a savory/sweet guy.

• I love to think that Anger is unintentionally charming.... Giving him a high rizz score here. Sorry not sorry.

• Extremely protective of the other emotions. Doesn't show this side often, but when it matters, he'd fight till he fades from existence for them.

• Tried to learn origami with Joy but he kept burning the paper.

• Likes Western dragons more than Eastern dragons, he finds all kinda super interesting though.

• Owns multiple ties with the same design (this can be said about the other emotions too)

• If I were to give him an instrument, he's totally rock an electric bass, or any low sounding instrument.

• Anger is a dog person.

• Looks SUPER good with blue and black clothing. He should wear it more often.

• When he can't show affection to someone, he just punches them (toph from atla core LOL)

• Some positive aspects of his character: Loyal, compassionate, ambitious, and confident.

● Stopped reading the Mind Reader newspapers because they lost their journalistic integrity.

• I will edit this with more headcanons in the future. Enjoy this for now :))

[notdiabolika]

What do you think would happen if yui suddenly shrank ? Like if she got cursed by the potion that shrinks her what do you think would happen?

What if Yui became VERY small? 🌸

[Português]

A man's voice resounds through the empty church: "Confess your sins." Bare feet walk on the icy ground, It’s covered in shattered stained glass windows A strange painless path, To the silver bottle on the altar. "Drink me," the note reads.

The flavor is strange, But as soon as the last drop touches her lips The maiden opens her eyelids And finds darkness again ——

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"This... Is a dream, isn't it?"

So confused, she slides her hands through the covered fort, discovering that she almost drowned in it as she emerges. It's tiny. Getting out of bed would be an arduous task of ziplining through the sheets, so she sat on her pillow until someone came to see her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened... I just had a weird nightmare and... I woke up like this."

She tells the Sakamakis everything she has seen in an exasperated tone. It's only a matter of time before everyone else finds out what happened.

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"What? Don't tell me you became small because of a dream..."

He lets out (at least) a nasal laugh when he hears this story while finding it scary. Whoever is behind this is quite powerful, and childish too.

"I think that is what you get for hanging out with vampires like us... You know, it is more comfortable to hear your voice like that, quieter."

Despite his comments, he strives to keep her safe. After all, if something happened, "the responsibility would fall on my shoulders.”

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“... Do you seriously drink from an unlabeled bottle and expect to have no side effects? What nonsense."

He is disappointed and even angry with the situation, believing it would be easy to avoid. 

"Luckily for you, potions rarely have lifetime durability, so I believe the effects are not permanent. Anyway, I'll seek an antidote."

Having access to several books and archives, he does intense research work to make her body return to its original size as soon as possible.

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"Pancake, you're the size of a cockroach..."

Will he bully her? Of course, because "it's your fault for being so careless". But the truth behind his dry banter is that he's stressed, thinking about how he will keep something so small safe.

"How do you expect Yours Truly to drink your blood like this? What a pain... You better get back to normal soon!"

Ayato will fight for mini Yui's attention anyway, he doesn't want her fleeing to any other guy at a time like this.

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"How DARE you do this to us?! What will happen if Teddy needs sewing? Uu... you're so selfish..."

First, he cries, because the sweets she bakes, the tea parties, and all the other plans she made for the two are ruined.

"You know... I might as well crush you with the sole of my shoe. But I will have mercy... if you fit my dolls' dresses, of course."

He starts treating her and playing as if Yui were a real doll, and if she cooperates, he may become more lenient. Or not.

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"Aww... little bitch looks so adorable... It seems like you will need our help for a long, long time."

He finds the situation funny instead of complaining and teases her a lot for having fallen into such a trap.

"What's it like to watch me be so much bigger than you? Does this size difference make you excited? Fufu... It's a shame there's nothing we can do like this."

A fraction of him is satisfied by caring for Yui, stroking her head, and helping her get around, even if it's problematic. Maybe he would even feel a little vulnerable and sensitive for that reason.

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“... What the fuck? How did this happen?"

No one is more confused than him. Now Subaru has to ensure his brothers don't hurt such a delicate version of Yui.

"Give her some space! She can't breathe with all of you taking her oxygen and talking like a bunch of parrots. It's even hurting my ears."

Definitely takes the prize for being the most stressed out in this situation, can't wait for Reiji to find an antidote because he can't take this anymore and it’s only been five minutes.

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Choosing Sakamakis to answer that request was definitely a big mistake XD

The monologue at the beginning had a slight reference to the plot of Lunatic Parade, so consider this mess a whole work by Count Walter. How small Yui actually got is debateable, and I wouldn't take the boy's words at face value.

I would like to thank the anonymous person who sent me such an exotic idea, it was fun to explore and think about how they would react.

Have a nice day ✨

[runningfromaghost]

Run and Hide

Chapter 1

Summary: You were meant to be taken and tortured for information from the enemy. What Bucky does instead is something completely different. Instead of the questioning, instead of the torture, he’s quick to change his mind as soon as his eyes set upon you. You’re his now, neither of you know it yet though.

You’ve been locked up and have been used for personal entertainment for as long as you can remember. You don’t remember much from before you were locked up in the basement, not even your parents and definitely not your own name. The people who took you all those years ago never called you by name and since you had been so young you hadn’t known you should remember such small details.

In all the years you’ve been with these people, they’ve never let you out of the basement willingly. Of course, you had tried multiple times to get away, especially when the two men would hurt you when you first got to the basement. You stopped running though, you knew it was useless now, there was nowhere you could run where they couldn’t find you and hurt you worse. The men while never using your name, also never used one another’s name either. You had come up with your own names for them instead to single them out.

The older one is tall with white and grey hair with brown eyes. His whole being is pretty much undescriptive until he takes off his shirt where he has multiple scars. You named him Pepper. The other one, while much younger than his companion- you believe him to be a relative- a son perhaps. This one has blonde hair with brown eyes and just as tall as Pepper but is nicer some days and crueler others. He’s got even more of a battered body than his much older look-a-like, but he looks more durable. He’s got a scar that goes from his left pectoral down across to his right rib, it looks brutal and jagged and for that reason alone, you’ve name him Scar.

Loud crashing and yelling can be heard from where you are in the basement, something has been wrong for a couple of weeks now as your torment has been worse, you’ve never heard anything like this before. The door flies open, and Scar comes barreling down with crazy looking eyes. You shoot up from your dingy little cot instantly.

“Put these on,” Scar demands as he scans his handprint to unlock the glass enclosure. “Hurry up, we have to get moving before they get here.”

He tosses you a pair of skimpy looking shorts and a sweatshirt. You don’t hesitate with his demand; however, you do question who he seems to be afraid of.

“Who? Where are we going?” you ask while pulling your long dark hair through the shirt as Scar roughly begins to drag you out.

“Shut up and don’t worry about it,” he hisses. “Stay close to me no matter what, understand? These people want to hurt us, and they won’t hesitate in hurting you.”

Your eyebrows pull together as you keep your comment to yourself. You hurt me too, there’s nothing anybody else can do that you haven’t, surely. Scar continues to pull you with him up the stairs into the main house where you see people walking about shouting orders and looking angry. A couple of men look at you as if you’re something to eat, you try to hide behind Scar but he has none of it, he doesn’t care you’re uncomfortable.

“Is the car ready?” Scar questions one particular man that has made it down to the basement on a handful of occasions… you instantly start backing away. “What the fuck did I say, girl?” Scar hiss’s, raising his hand to back hand you.

You only release a small gasp; you’ve had worse lashings anyhow. Suddenly you’re being drug away into a different direction in the house towards a door. Oh, you’re going outside. Freedom? Is Scar letting you go? No, no, he said he’s taking you somewhere else… There is a black SUV that you’re shoved into the back of. Someone is in the front ready to drive while there is another in the passenger seat and the two of you in the back just before Pepper opens the door to your left causing you to jump.

“We need to get going, NOW!” Pepper shouts.

The pounding in your chest of your heart is the only thing you can hear until suddenly there is a loud crashing sound and glass is shattering all around. There is a ringing in your ears that disorients you even more as you try to move, you can smell something funky and just as the ringing begins to die down in your ears, your adrenaline kicks in. Pepper and the two men up front are semi-conscious trying to move, while Scar is completely knocked out and since you hadn’t had safety measures taken, you’re now right next to the door.

Gunfire ensues. The men in the SUV fire back which gives you enough time to get away- painfully, but this is your only chance to do it. Swinging open the back door you literally fall out onto your ass but unfortunately your bare feet meet some broken glass as you twist to get up.

“Someone grab her!” Pepper shouts making you try to get away faster.

You can tell the crash did more damage than you had thought before as your body protests your movements. Arms encircle your waist; hot breath shoot down your neck and you scream in frustration.

“Where do you think you’re going, young one?” the man growls panting.

Just a second later, the man grunts and the weight of his body knocks the both of you to the ground- hard. You realize whoever has been shooting at you guys, had shot him and killed him. Now it is back on you to wiggle yourself out from under his body to run. The way that the shooters are coming at you from all sides, you only have one area you can run to so as soon as your feet hit the concrete, you take off running in that direction.

“God damn it! We need back up! She’s gotten away!” Scar screams from somewhere behind you.

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 Bucky Barnes had instructed his crew to create a specific area in which the girl he had seen trying to run away, could right into his trap where they would then take her back and proceed to drill her. She would be the perfect in to get under the enemy’s skin. His plan works like a dream, the girl runs in his direction and by the looks of it she’s seriously injured which causes him to frown. He doesn’t like the idea of her being hurt suddenly. Actually, it enrages him to the point of seeing red. As you run toward him, he braces himself to collide with his body with your own, stopping you in your tracks and causing a scream to instantly leave your lungs.

“Shh, shh, shh,” the unknown voice coos over the repeated gunfire as his warm muscular arms wrap securely around your upper arms, pinning them down to your sides. “Calm down, doll,” the smooth deep voice says into your ear. “’m not gonna hurt ya.”

Tears pour out of your eyes as your body begins to relax at the sound of his voice because while you know this man is dangerous, you’d rather be with him than with Pepper or Scar. You let the muscular man shield you until the two of you are a good distance away from the gunfire where he pushes you gently down to sits down in an ally and pulls out a flashlight.

“Let me see your feet, baby doll,” the man demands as he kneels in front of you shinning the light towards your feet.

“I- I’m fine,” you lie, trying to recoil from his touch as he grabs ahold of your right ankle in his insanely large hand.

“You’re not going to lie to me,” he replies, his voice cold and angry, making you shiver with freight. “Let me see your feet. Now.”

A small whimper escapes your throat as you hesitantly allow your foot to be lifted in his grasp. The man mutters under his breath before carefully placing your foot down, stretching your leg out so you don’t put pressure on it and taking your left foot in his hand to inspect it as well.

“Okay,” he says, “I’m going to carry you the rest of the way. You’re going to keep quiet and cooperate, understand?”

You simply nod but that doesn’t seem to satisfy the man in front of you as he arches an eyebrow towards you.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me you understand,” he demands.

You frown slightly, didn’t he just instruct you to keep quiet? “I understand…”

He smirks. “Good girl. I’m going to pick you up now, if you’re in pain or it’s uncomfortable you can tell me by tapping three times on my arm, understand?”

You damn near swoon at being called a good girl dear lord… “I understand.”

The man picks you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing carefully situating you as best as he can to cause the least amount of pain. As his arm hits a certain spot on your spine however, you can’t help the yelp of pain and the new burst of tears that escape you. Bucky is quick to move his arm away from that spot, changing his mind in how he decides to carry you and instead has you flush against his front with one arm under your butt while the other is crossing over your back with his hand on the back of your neck. You sniffle as you lay your head down in the crook of the stranger’s neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent that seems to have you relaxing in no time.

“Good girl,” he praises.

There’s that good girl again… it sends cold chills up your spine and goosebumps everywhere. It’s embarrassing. You must’ve passed out as the man walked you to wherever because you wake up in a car again but you’re straddling his lap as he’s talking to someone else in the car or maybe on the phone.

“She’s not going to be able to tell us anything,” a different voice from behind you in the front of the car.

“No shit,” grunts the man under you.

“Did she even tell you her name?” the other man asks, seeming agitated.

“Steve, get us the fuck home and shut the fuck up.”

Bucky was in no mood for his best friends questioning and disappointment, no he was angry that his plan has backfired instead. He had wanted you for information but instead of information, he’s got questions and emotions involved and Steve knows it. Ten minutes later finds the three of you pulling into Bucky’s fortress of a mansion.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, doll,” Muscle Man murmurs lowly in your ear as he opens the door and carries you out.

You keep yourself situated where you are, head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed and your hands in front of you in your lap. Muscle Man opens the door easily, walking inside not even bothering to flip switches as he goes until I hear a door open and close after walking up a flight of stairs. Letting your eyes flicker open, you see you’re in a bedroom, it smells exactly like Muscle Man and as he pulls out clothes from a dresser you know you’re correct. Next he walks into the bathroom where he flips on the light and gently places you on the countertop where you sit up on your own.

His face shows a look of shock before it’s quickly wiped away. “How long have you been awake?”

You shrug your shoulders slightly; you’ve never really had a sense of time. “I- I don’t know my name,” you decide to reply.

“That long?” he scoffs softly with an amused look before walking over to a small closet and pulling a plastic box out. “I need to get that glass out; it’s going to hurt before it feels better but I promise once the glass is out it’ll feel better.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod not trusting your voice to say anything in response. Scar had lied when he said these people wanted to hurt you, from what you can tell all this man has done thus far is take care of you. Naturally, that could be subject to change at any given moment however, it hasn’t happened yet and you had admitted to being awake for what you now assume to be a chunk of time.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” Muscle Man tells you. “You can call me Bucky.”

Bucky. You smile internally. “Bucky,” you test it out on your tongue.

Bucky smirks. “And your name, doll?”

Oh… he didn’t believe me… You frown a bit as he pulls a small stool over and begins to pluck out the glass shards from your left foot carefully.

“I don’t know my name,” you repeat softly, looking down at your hands.

Bucky pauses his motions and looks intently at you momentarily before nodding slightly. “Well… we’re just going to have to fix that, now, won’t we?”

You say nothing. Bucky finishes rather quickly and switches to your right foot where you jerk back at one particular shard making Bucky grip you tighter and glare at you.

“Doll, I know it hurts, but you need to let me get it out,” Bucky tells you in a stern voice.

It takes a few moments, but you’re able to relax your leg back down so that Bucky can once again begin working at the glass. You gasp loudly as it is finally pulled free.

“Where else are you hurt?” Bucky asks. “Your back, right?”

You nod. “That wasn’t from tonight,” you whisper, shifting slightly uncomfortably. “I think I was just knocked around in the car and my feet hurt is all.”

Bucky hadn’t been paying close attention to other parts of your body aside from what he knew needed immediate attention. The sweater you have on is large and baggy, covering you up nicely until its shifted and you’re trying to hide. He tilts his head with his eyebrows pulling together.

“Didn’t I tell you not to lie to me, doll?” Bucky asks with anger lighting up his piercing ocean eyes.

Bucky has stood up from the stool and is now forcing the sweater up over your head as you cry out in protest. You’re completely bare except for the short skimpy shorts that leave nothing for imagination. Bucky sees everything, every little imperfection on your body. All the current bruising is caused by the Monster… the burn spots on you as well, specifically the one on your spine… all from Monster.

“Who did this to you?” Bucky asks, his tone grave.

Bucky scans over your body and see’s the telltale hand markings on your inner thighs making him want to go hunt down every one of the mother fuckers who dared touch what was his and beat them to a pulp. Silently, he makes you a promise to find out who all did this to you and kill them slowly. He’ll even offer you the chance to get a few hits of your own in.

“Baby doll,” Bucky’s voice is rough, making you look up. “That’s not going to happen here, you hear me?”

You’re not sure what to say so you don’t say anything. Bucky slowly raises a hand to your face, wiping your tears and carefully pull you into his arms once more so he can see your back. You hide your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, breathing in his scent to help calm yourself, something you are quickly becoming addicted to.

“I’m going to start you a bath- “

Your body is instantly flailing, you don’t realize you’re screaming bloody murder until Bucky is trying to wrap you up in his arms and shove your face in his neck while shoving two of his fingers in your mouth. While you end up gagging on his large fingers, you do come back into yourself enough to stop screaming.

“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good! I don’t want iced, I’ll be good,” you whimper against Bucky.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighs sadly. “You’re going to have to trust me. I haven’t given you reason not to, have I?”

“No,” you whisper.

“Then continue to trust me, baby doll. You can’t be on your feet for long and you need to bathe. Once your feet have healed you don’t have to take anymore baths, okay?”

Bucky runs the water, making sure the water is nice and warm for you as you had mentioned not being iced. It hurt to see you so terrified by something so mundane as a bath. When the water reaches a certain level, he strips you out of the shorts and carefully lowers you into the tub. Your whole body is trembling still so Bucky pulls out his cell phone and calls someone.

“Bring me Midazolam,” he says into the phone before tossing the phone to the side and prying one of his hands away from your iron grip. “Doll, try to relax until I can give you something to calm you down.”

You watch his hand begin slowly scoop up water into his hand and dispense it over your skin making you cry and clutch at him even harder. By the time Steve knocks on the bathroom door of Bucky’s room, Bucky has claw marks going down his wrist. Bucky situates the shower curtain to make sure you’re out of his best friends view before calling him in. Steve can hear you crying and splashing around, making him narrow his eyes at Bucky who rolls his eyes.

“Now would be fucking great, asshole,” Bucky snaps.

Steve hands over the sedative with a shake of his head and waits for you to inject it.

“Just a small prick, doll,” Bucky tells you softly just a second before you feel the needle in your arm and the slight coolness when he injects it. “You’ll feel better in a few seconds.” Bucky looks back over to Steve when he hands over the needle once the drug has taken effect and you’ve gone slack in his arms making him let out a sigh of relief. “Do you know what being iced means?”

Steve frowns at Bucky. “Typically, a person is forced to stay in ice cold water. Depending on who does it will depend on the severity of it.”

Bucky nods. “Find out how they do it over there,” he instructs, leaving no room for argument.

“Will do boss,” Steve bows out of the room and heads back towards his own.

Bucky makes quick work of bathing you, enjoying the silence and the feel of you under his calloused hand as he washes you carefully. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you in your relaxed state. When it’s time to rinse you, he unplugs the drain and starts up the water once more- making sure it’s warm for you again. “We’re almost done, doll. You’re being a good girl for me, so good.”

Tears still prick at your eyes due to the bath however due to the medication you feel physically calm just not mentally calm. Rinsing your body and hair thoroughly, Bucky shuts the water off and wraps you up tightly in a towel.

“Doing so good babydoll,” Bucky will murmur every so often as he carefully dries you off and wraps you in a big fluffy robe.

You’re not sure if the craziness of the day is catching up to you or if it’s the medication, but your eyelids begin to droop and you’re struggling to stay awake now that you’re wrapped up and warm.

“I’m taking you to bed so you can sleep. I’ll be just down the hall on your left…”

Whatever else Bucky says falls on deaf ears as you succumb to exhaustion and have fallen asleep by the time the covers go over you. For a short time, Bucky stands there just watching you sleep in his bed with a small pout on your lips. Who are you and how in the hell did this mission go from gather and torture you for information to… whatever this is?

************************************************************************

“Hey boss,” knocks Steve, looking every bit as tired and worn down that Bucky feels and looks right now.

“Find anything?” Bucky perks up a bit, taking a swig from his glass of scotch.

“Yes and no. So, this girls’ parents were apparently brilliant people who owed millions of dollars to the head of the Hydra.” Steve passes over his tablet to Bucky to read. “One thing led to another, and Hydra offed said parents before finding their little girl hiding while trashing the house.”

Known for making a super serum… “Did you cont- “

“Yeah boss. It appears the girl was an experiment right from birth.”

“Thanks Steve. Turn in for the night, we’ll regroup in the morning,” Bucky instructs, handing back the tablet and shutting down his computer.

Steve bids Bucky a good night before retreating down to the kitchen and leaving Bucky to do his own thing. Walking quietly into his bedroom, he checks on your sleeping form in his bed to ensure you’re… well he’s not sure why he checks on you but he does. Still sleeping soundlessly, he’s quick to grab a change of clothes and take the quickest shower ever.

By the time Bucky is out of the shower and dressed for bed he can hear your soft cries which makes his heart clench. Walking back into the bedroom he sees your sleeping form tangled in the sheets with the blankets on the floor.

“Shh babydoll,” Bucky soothes quietly as he gets himself comfortable in bed next to you after picking up the blankets. “You’re safe,” he continues, “you’re okay babydoll, I’m right here.”

[intersexalastor]

It was an accident. The first time, at least. He hadn't meant to. He'd been holding onto one of Toga's knives, like she'd asked, but he can't recall the reason. He'd been waiting for her. That night, his other was difficult, clawing for control, gasping for breath as if either might suffocate.

It's rare, but sometimes the mask just isn't enough. Some nights are bad. Real bad. Jin had grappled the opening, pulled the fabric taut around his head and face, as if that might smother the urge, the feeling that he might split, dividing like a cancer cell until he's nothing but a malignant mass.

He'd forgotten about the knife, the blade clutched tightly in his hand like an idiot, until he slammed his fist into his thigh out of desperation and frustration and the sharp point punctured his flesh. The pain, like fire, bright and clear, banished the cloud of pain that had just been torturing him. The urge wasn't gone, never gone, but quiet. His chest heaved, but quickly returned to normal. The throbbing in his head became a small pulse at his temple.

His hands had been shaking. He wiped the blood from the knife onto his suit like a swell gentleman, just in time for Toga to come running in, all smiles and bubbly as ever. Despite her penchant for blood, she didn't seem to notice his thigh was running red with it due to the dim light. Much to her disappointment, he used his exhaustion to his benefit to excuse himself to bed.

It became a bad habit. To put it mildly.

Sometimes he used the measuring tape, but pulling it from the reel is too obvious. Besides, Giran hadn't thought anything of it when he swung by and Jin had asked for a switchblade. Having an extra weapon on hand is smart.

But it's not meant for anyone but himself. Whenever he feels like he's losing control, it's too easy for him to whip out that tiny sharp edge and dig it into his skin until the pain obliterates everything else. And the relief from said pain when his grip eases only brings a sense of peace. It's addicting. It's crazy.

It's too easy. Too hard. And now it's gotten him in trouble.

He pulls at the mask at the bridge of his nose, pinching the skin to rid himself of an annoying itch as he strains to hear the rest of the league. He didn't mean to go that far. You definitely did.

All his new little injuries had suddenly clicked, made perfect sense in his teammates when the heroes thought they'd gotten the upper hand by ripping his mask clean off his face, despite its durability. They hadn't expected him to plunge a blade into his own torso, continuing his assault with nothing more than a half moment of hesitation.

It feels better. He feels better. Speak for yourself, we can't move.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut UP-

"Strip."

He blinks. Dabi's hovering over him from where he lies on a worn out old mattress. "Huh?"

"Strip," Dabi repeats, face unchanging.

"Hurts to move. I feel like a million bucks."

"It's gonna fucking hurt-" Dabi spits, but stops himself. Mutters something then sighs. "How long've you been pulling that kinda stunt?"

"What stunt? He's bullshitting."

"Twice."

"'S not a big deal."

"Yeah, who stabbed you today?"

"I didn't mean to do that."

"So if I cut that suit off you, I'm not gonna find a bunch of other bullshit you've done to yourself?"

"I didn't mean to go that far. Yes he did. He liked it." Twice tries sitting up, but Dabi's boot pushes his chest back down. "I like this, personally. Stomp me harder."

Dabi makes a face, an impossible mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Well, unlucky for you and me, Boss has me on dumbass watch. His orders. Thanks for that."

"You're making me stop?"

Any amusement left quickly disappears from Dabi's features. "We can't have you putting holes in yourself, idiot. For obvious reasons."

"What happened to doing whatever we want?" Jin asks, maybe a little frantic. And angry. "You hurt yerself all the time! You're always burning yourself."

"Comes with the quirk," Dabi says flatly, but with an edge that's supposed to warn Jin to quit while he's ahead. Dabi turns to leave, saying over his shoulder, "Once we get you out of that, I am looking you over. And I'd better not hear any bitching"

Jin lies in silence, listening to Dabi's boots clunk against the floor further and further away. He pinches his nose again for that pesky itch. He wonders if Dabi will mock him for the cigarette burns on his hips, or if he'll be insulted by their mediocrity.

He moves, touching the wound at his side and wincing. He can't imagine trying to roll out of this fabric. He's got bad news for Dabi about the bitching.

[logar3]

I was really hankering for some DnD-Esq, fantasy-world characters to obsess about, and remembered that I can just design, create, and draw my own… So, after taking 4-5 days to get them done, here they are!!!

(PS - They’re all in one big polyamorous relationship, because I said so!)

Elliot - Human Paladin

Very Paragon-type person.

He hopes he can find the Tomb of the Pure, pull the Sword of Light from its stone, and prove he’s the Destined Hero. But even if he can’t, he doesn’t truly mind. He still plans on fighting his hardest to protect people nonetheless.

He is from a small city that dealt with a lot of Undead from a nearby dungeon that the kingdom mismanaged and allowed to grow stronger than most, so he’s good at Smiting creatures with his Light Magic.

On the flip side, because of this, he kinda struggles weaving other elements into his magic, because of how used to using Light magic he is. He’s working on it though!

Sometimes crashes the fuck out whenever one of the girls gets hurt. Scary Paladin on a Warpath of ‘you’re gonna die for that’ type shit. Does his best to control himself, though, because using his magic when he’s angry is a tradeoff, power for efficiency.

He can quickly burn his Mana reserves up if he goes all out, but sometimes it's worth it for that handy boost to his strength, speed, and durability.

Briar - Fairy Barbarian

She is usually super happy-go-lucky, but has slight anger management issues when it comes to how small she is, and will often go ballistic on people who push her too far teasing her about it.

She is super tiny, but she wields a giant (comparatively) battle axe.

She also has size-changing magic that is too time-consuming to cast for combat unless prepared but perfect for… other, less life-or-death activities…

She has the strength of 10 strong Human men compressed in a body the height of a dagger. Very good at hitting critical spots against enemies due to her size and maneuverability and the force she can put behind her strikes.

Kyga - Demihuman (Dragon) Druid

Mostly Human-looking, with a slight snout to her face, and purple scales on her lizard-parts.

She has retractable claws, and is much stronger than she looks

She REALLY dislikes Wildshaping, but does very much enjoys manipulating and enhancing plant growth to entrap and devour her prey.

Has a garden inside a small Demiplane artifact where she experiments on dangerous new mutated plant minions.

She has a staff topped with a Dire Rat's head on it. When people ask her why it's a Dire Rat instead of any of the other dangerous monsters she's fought alongside the party, she usually says it's because Rats bring disease and famine and are one of the most destructive animals around.

Ana - Half-Elven Cleric

She is a super Faithful cleric to the Goddes of Light, and is well renowned for her honour and generosity.

Her healing spells are off the charts, power-wise.

She declined the offer from the Church of Light to become a Deaconess because they don’t travel much from church headquarters, and she prefers to spread the word (and healing magic) of the Goddess far and wide alongside her beloved party members.

She is the self-appointed Quartermaster of the group, because last time they let Kyga organise the rations they ate salted rat jerky for a month. Also, Briar once seemed to forget that they aren’t all super tiny and bought 5 sleeping bags that looked like they were for a dollhouse.

She dresses more like a rogue with a magical staff than a proper Cleric because she got tired of getting targeted and hit because of how clear it was that she was the healer, and likes being more stealthy nowadays.

Claire - Demihuman (Fox) Knight

Super tall, the tallest of them all. (6ft 5)

Buff as fuck under her armour.

Used to be a noble, but signed up to fight monsters cause her parents are really quite terrible.

She technically hasn’t been disinherited yet, due to her being the eldest child of the family, but she also doesn’t care either way, content and happy where she is.

She fights with a longsword in one hand and a parrying dagger in the other. Good at predicting an opponents moves and deflecting them.

She has a standard Knight's helmet with space for her big fox ears, but only wears it on combat. She also has armour for the base of her tail to protect it.

She gets super embarrassed when receiving honest praise, having lacked it early in life due to her aforementioned terrible parents.

She wags her tail when she’s happy and buries her face in the nearest surface (usually Elliot’s chest) when stunned.

And there you have it! I wanna draw these guys doing stuff and being fluffy and romantic amongst each other and stuff, so keep an eye out for that if you enjoy them!

See you all next time!

[thatweirdanchpvy]

INFODUMP MY GUY

ok

Scalinois (lizard beast from pikmin x weirdcore au) infodump

intro: *you notice an odd pure black lizard like tail in a giant tree. It's wrapped around a branch, and you can't see what it's attached to, because of the leaves.*

adult female: *A creature with a long neck similar to a giraffe's, a mushroom-like top head, two eyes that hang like a snail, it's long lizardy legs have this odd pitch black cutoff at it's 'knees', and it only has its two front legs for some odd reason. Its tail is lizard-like, also long, with a single eye on its tail, nothing else other than its odd pitch black cutoff. On the black cutoff parts, there's eyes everywhere. Its tongue sticks out, fully white with red spots on it. Its face has the black cutoff underneath the mushroom. Their teeth are jagged and sharp, stained from blood. About two times the size of a giant bear, Giant razor sharp claws, fully black, sharp enough to probably slash through the toughest of metals... It slightly reminds you of a pool noodle.*

elder intro: *You hear the noise of something's footsteps... It sounds like whatever it is... Is huge...* *You see as the creature appears... It's the alpha, or elder...*

elder: *a creature with a long neck similar to a giraffe's, a mushroom-like top head, two eyes that hang like a snail, it's long lizardy legs have this odd pitch black cutoff at it's 'knees', and it has four front legs for some horrid reason, making it easier for the creature to grab, crawl, and run with. Its tail is lizard-like, also long, with a single eye on its tail, nothing else other than its odd pitch black cutoff. On the black cutoff parts, there's eyes everywhere. Its tongue sticks out, fully white with red spots on it. Its face has the black cutoff underneath the mushroom. Their teeth are straight and sharp, stained from blood. About TEN times the size of a giant bear, Giant razor sharp claws, fully black, sharp enough to probably slash through the toughest of metals... It slightly reminds you of a pool noodle. Its body has very strong scales, seemingly bulletproof, and very durable, along with its fur being... Much more fluffier, and longer than the smaller ones.*

baby intro: *you hear the small and quiet plaping of some silly feetsies coming towards you...*

baby: *a creature with a shortish neck similar to a giraffe's, two small halfy closed eyes , it's stubby lizardy legs, and it only has its two front legs for some odd reason, with no backlegs

. Its tail is wrapped up into what seems to resemble a snails shell onto its back. Its tongue sticks out, fully white with red spots on it. Their teeth are sharp, small, perfectly clean and new, small stubby claws, fully black, but very dull. It slightly reminds you of a pool noodle. It's about the size of a newborn puppy, and its incredibly fluffy.*

info/data: Scalinois's endure feelings, usually hunger, but will feel other emotions, like sadness, anger, and happiness. They also know when they do something wrong, and usually punish themselves by trapping themselves in a cave without food, until the act is forgiven, which usually never happens, and the Scalinois starves to death. Mostly, this never happens. They are also very curious creatures, trying to get into most spaces. Got a secure place? They want in! Some Scalinois crave for blood, while others actually have a favorite food that they would rather eat other than meat. Taming one isn't impossible, but it sure is hard. When their angry, they usually get very loud, most times they forget that their a big fucking lizard, and would hiss and yell instead of attacking. They have a odd weakness, they're eyes are sensitive, and would rather be in the dark then the sun. A good flashlight would get them to run away, along with fire, but dont overuse it, they learn quickly and adapt. On rare occasions, you'll get an alpha Scalinois, capable of enduring fire. Funnily enough, even with all those eyes, they still cannot see the color purple. their spit for some reason is acidic, and on touch, causes mushrooms to grow. if this spit were to touch any sort of living organism, it would grow and infect the organism, causing them to turn into some sort of feral infectious zombie like being. when they are near death they will shoot spores out of their mushroom, making death certain. when these spores hit the ground, offspring will grow from them, but if the spores are inhaled, the victim that does will struggle to breathe and suffocate, leaving their body to let the offspring grow inside them.

[whirlwindsprint]

aaand cynic's biography.

NAME: Cynic the Deft-Hand RACE: hedgehog, biracial / wood elf & nord inspired CLASS: dual class - rogue / thief ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral PLACE OF ORIGIN: small fishing village that has now been turned into a bandit hideout, just on the outskirts of riften's hold RELIGION: apathetic towards most most religions as a result of feeling out of place with his own heritage OCCUPATION: a rogue dragonborn SKILLS & PERKS: ★★★☆☆ one handed (dual wielding focused) ★★★★☆ sneak ★★★★★ speech (persuasion, intimidation, & seduction) ★★★☆☆ light armor ★★★☆☆ archery ★★★☆☆ lockpicking ★★★★★ pickpocket SPELLS (if any): one (1) destruction spell…frost SHOUTS (if any): MID VUR SHAAN - battle fury ZUN HAAL VIIK - disarm FAAS RU MAAR - dismay SU GRAH DUN - elemental fury ZUL MEY GUT - throw voice WULD NAH KEST - whirlwind sprint WEAPONS: two ebony swords elven dagger long bow (weak paralysis enchantment) ARMOR & APPAREL: chitin armor + minor health enchantment chitin boots + minor stamina enchantment chitin arm guards + minor lockpick enchantment thieves guild hood amulet of kynareth ring of khajiit (artifact of mephala) wearer is faster and harder to detect while sneaking. also grants temporary invisibility. POTIONS: fuck ton of health & stamina potions bc this idiot never learned restoration or alteration cure disease potions fortify carry weight potions INVENTORY: lots of stolen items that he's quick to pawn off, typically jewelry & gemstones stolen food & mead torch, journal, ink pen, lock picks, trip wires, bed roll BACKSTORY: - grew up in small fishing village on the outskirts of riften hold. mother was very neglectful & not good to him. cynic had to learn from an early age to survive on his own, which lead to him being a good sneak & pickpocket. - home was ransacked by bandits & he was captured as a boy. they kept him alive because he proved to be a slippery little fox that could be useful for future heists - bandit leader threw him into a pit full of saber cats to test his strength durability, this is how cynic got his scars. he prevailed but just barely. as a reward the leader tossed cynic his mother's kynareth amulet - ran with the bandits for a few years, they taught him everything he knows. they would often throw him into suicide missions and other challenging situations because they didnt want to do it themselves, cynic had no choice but to swallow his fear if he wished to survive. - at one point he gets captured by the whiterun guards and thrown into dragonskeep. it is there where he comes across the ring of khajiit and hears the voice of mephala, daedric prince of manipulation & sower of discord begin to speak to him. she reveals that the bandit leader betrayed him and is responsible for his capture, and that said bandits had no intention to come looking for him. rightfully angry, cynic donned the ring of khajiit and used his wits to break out of prison & made his way back to the bandit camp. begrudgingly welcomed back with open arms, cynic waited until night fall before slaying every single bandit in their sleep & proceeding to go his own way as a rogue thief. - eventually discovers that he is dragonborn, winds up using these gifts for his own gain. mephala also still occasionally speaks to him because she's 👀 @ the fact that he's dragonborn & wants him to become her new champion. cynic keeps leaving her on read.

[eddathegreat]

Before I get any judgement from people, let me just say that the superheroes I kill are all pieces of shit. They do violence for a living, and even the nicest of the bunch will get it wrong some time and rough up someone who was just minding their business.

(I'm not any different, but hey, I'm not on my high horse here)

The good thing for me is that not every superhero has enhanced durability. Or at least, not enough that a bullet won't fuck them up.

Any jackass who flies is an open target, so that's nice.

Any kind of energy projection? Well, fuck you, I have a gun.

The more esoteric or stealthy powers can trip me up, for sure. Killing the Invisible Kid was a chore. I'm just glad that he turned visible once I shot him, I had no idea how I was going to confirm the kill otherwise. I still have scars from when the Dancer made me put a knife in my own leg.

But the ones that are a real pain in the ass, which I try to avoid taking on, are the ones who are damned quick or tough enough that bullets don't hurt them.

So I'm really not a fan of the idea of trying to fight Ego Trip. The man has taken bullets for years and only seemed tickled, and has bursts of superspeed.

I say 'fight' and not 'kill' because my only goal at the moment is to get the fuck out of here, and killing him seems like wishful thinking. And I say 'fight' and not 'escape' because I already tried that.

I winced as he hit me again.

Small mercies, the man didn't have much added strength. Still knew how to punch, though.

I let myself rest against the side of the car I had stumbled into, attempting to catch my breath.

My shoulder wasn't dislocated yet.

I wasn't a gifted speaker, but running and fighting seemed like they weren't working.

"Listen, the kid had it coming, alright?"

I barely dodged a superspeed run towards me, rolling out of the way. Ah, there, now my shoulder was dislocated.

"He killed people, Ego. I know you give a shit about that."

I didn't know shit about Ego's personality, maybe he skinned people alive in his spare time.

Ego looked at me. His costume was all gold, except for two black goggles that looked like beady eyes. Superheroes didn't seem to know when their costumes got creepy.

"He was reforming. He had time to grow up into someone better."

"Well, that's not really a comfort to the dead kids of my clients."

That at least made him pause. "Who hired you?"

"That's a secret," I said. I started backing away, making a little more space for myself.

I'd said it was one of the parents, but it was really Breakdown's ex girlfriend. She was afraid of him, after seeing how angry he could get.

Grenades wouldn't work, Ego had stood in the middle of gas fires.

"This isn't the way to achieve justice," he said.

"I'm cheaper than a lawyer. Probably nicer too."

"He was trying to be better, not ruled by that anger. He was going to atone, save lives."

"He was out here with you, ready to crack skulls again."

That caught him off guard.

"I was supervising-"

I tased him. Fancy thing, supercharged for dealing with tougher superheroes, with added range and accuracy.

His costume smoked for half a second before he tore the wires off of him and stepped fifty feet to punch me in the face. I went down, with cartoon birds circling around my head.

So electricity was out.

Fire and explosives wouldn't do shit, and any kind of blunt force was crap.

"I bet you want to kill me," I said, trying to get up. "Is that why you took him on? Saw a kindred spirit, someone who had the itch to kill?"

He clenched his fists. Struck a nerve.

"Believe me," I continued, on my feet but not upright. I turned my face to the ground. "I know the feeling. You know, it's a rush, the feel of a fight to the death."

I tried not to wheeze, and adjusted my mask. This was going to suck.

"And there's just so many reasons to kill someone. So hey, I figured, why not make a career out of it?"

"Because of what it does to you, for one thing. Killing someone, it leaves a mark."

That was a very stupid argument in my opinion, but sure.

"Well, the mark's already been left," I said, sounding as sad as I possibly could. "Nothing's going to wash it off now."

"No," Ego Trip said, walking towards me, arms outstretched like he wanted a hug. "But we can try. We don't have to wallow in it, in all the violence."

Rich words from a man who'd been kicking my ass.

I threw the cannister of nerve gas, turned around, and booked it as the cloud saturated the air around us.

It wasn't bad as far as nerve gas went, minimal collateral damage and I could feel safe with my mask's functions. I didn't want to stick around to test the limits of my gear, or Ego Trip's resistance to nerve gas.

Anyway, those are the big, surefire ways to kill superheroes, 99% of the time. Attack the fragile moral posturing, and hit them with nerve gas.

You are an assassin that hunts superheroes. You haven no powers yourself.

[anaer]

batflash for the ship meme please!

slightly angstier ship meme: batflash edition

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks

Hmmm this is hard one. My initial thought is Wally, ofc, because he's definitely ADHD enough to not pay attention to what he's doing, but then Wally is superhuman and has better reaction times and I feel like Bruce is probably perpetually sleep deprived. I'm still gonna give it to Wally, he just heals so fast that no one notices.

who worries more about the other

Bruce, definitely. Bruce is a control freak, for one, but I feel like Wally looks up to and respects Bruce's capabilities just from like...you know, Bruce being Batman when Wally was growing up. That being said, Wally worries WILDLY more if something actually happens, like if Bruce gets hurt or something. Wally can bounce back from just about anything and Bruce might brood a bit, but Wally will be fine. Bruce getting hurt reminds Wally that Bruce is not at all superhuman and much less durable and much more breakable, and he does not handle that super well.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them

Bruce. Bruce generally worries more about things than Wally, who tends to ignore and completely suppress his anxieties in favor of trying to live in the moment, but like. All Bruce does is worry. Not to mention, Wally can be pretty flightly and impulsive and he's easily bored, so it's not outside the realm of possibility for Bruce that Wally would get bored with him and move on. Especially considering that Bruce is a good deal older than Wally and generally more content with settling down than Wally ever will be.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason)

Wally. I mean, running is his go to move, lolol, but also Bruce is very much the type of dude to overstep and Wally is the type of dude to not put up with Bruce's bullshit and ditch. Especially in, like, early days Wally for sure 100% is much more likely to ditch if anything were to go wrong.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess

Bruce, only because Wally can't get drunk.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason)

Wally is more likely to actively push Bruce away as like...an actual decision from his general anxiety or stress or temper, while Bruce is more likely to passively push Wally away just by nature of being...himself and overbearing and the Most and controlling.

who picks fights more often

Wally, for sure. Wally's a total hothead, and he will pick fights just cuz he's in a bad mood sometimes. Bruce doesn't usually actively pick a fight, even though he will definitely CAUSE fights.

who usually apologizes first

Wally, again. It ties back into Wally picking fights much more often, but generally as a character, Wally is a dude who is very aware of his shortcomings. He knows when he's fucked up - he knows when he's actively fucking up, tbh - and doesn't have an issue taking responsibility for that and apologising if he's in the wrong. Bruce...is not the most apologetic person in the world.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other

Bruce, definitely. Bruce, thy name is repression. Bruce doesn't want to admit to himself that he might have FEELINGS for WALLY of all people. Completely false, completely unrealistic.

But also, in another context, Bruce still emotionally shuts down when he's upset and Wally is much more emotionally needy, so that just makes him more angry, and it's just a bad time all around for both of them when they're fighting like that.

who is more likely to lash out at the other

Wally is always going to be more prone to lashing out than Bruce by a lot. Bruce is much more controlled on the emotional outbursts, and again. Wally is easily set off, but he also burns out a lot faster. Wally also acts before he thinks a lot, especially when he's upset, whereas Bruce is definitely a much, much, much slower burn. If Bruce is lashing out someone has fucked up.

who gets more jealous

Both of them, equally, in different ways. I think Bruce gets jealous because Wally is actively flirty with EVERYONE and can't really hold that back, but also Bruce gets women throwing themselves at him in a whole different way that he doesn't even necessarily think about in terms of Wally's feelings because they're such a non-issue to him. Wally is half jealous cuz Bruce, but the other half is jealous that really rich models aren't throwing themselves at HIM instead. He's got lots of jealousy to go around!! And he should always be the center of attention, lbr.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”:

Yeah, Bruce, just because Wally's more likely to actually find and settle down into a happy relationship with someone else. That's not so much Bruce's thing. But also I think this is compounded by the fact that Wally is like half his age, so I think any relationship between them will always have Bruce with the underlying thought that Wally would probably be better off/happier with someone closer in age to him or someone more chill like him, and if that happened, Bruce would have an easier time convincing himself he's let go. He wouldn't really, but.

Wally wouldn't have this issue because Bruce/happiness is Bruce's notp, lolol.

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part One

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker (platonic), background MCU characters

Warnings: [chapter] language; [series] language, smut, violence

Summary: The only people who knew she was actually a Stark were her dad, her step-mom Pepper, and her “uncles” Happy and Rhodey. A promotion within Stark Industries takes her from an already-sought after position in the Weapons Anaylsis Unit straight to the Avengers as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist... which means her dad is her new boss. There’s only one rule at work: no fraternizing with coworkers. There’s one more rule at home: no dating any Avengers. So what is she supposed to do when a grumpy super soldier becomes not-so-grumpy around her? At 25, do her dad’s rules still apply? Or is her entire livelihood at risk?

Author’s Note: I’ve written a decent portion of this but know I won’t keep writing it or post it unless I hold myself accountable and get it out there in the first place 🙈 I haven’t written much for Marvel yet but I’ve read plenty and have written for other fandoms in the past (not to mention the writing degree on my wall lol). I’ll try to post every 2-3 days to keep this moving! And if you like it and want to, buy me a coffee!

No one knew Tony Stark had a daughter. No one but Tony Stark and his daughter. Well, and her step-mom Pepper. And her godfather Rhodey. And her uncle-not-uncle Happy. But no one in their everyday lives knew. She was given her mother’s maiden name and kept a secret, even when she turned 17 and moved to a small apartment near NYU’s campus (with Happy stationed right next door, of course) to start life as a truly normal adult, or as close to normal as an undercover Stark could be. When she graduated with her PhDs in robotics and electrical engineering at 25 — proving brains really do run in the family — she moved into her own apartment in Manhattan, funded by her father under the pseudonym “Michael Myers.” Subtlety was never his strong suit.

Fortunately for you, growing up without the Stark name let you live a relatively normal life. It also allowed you to apply for a position within Stark Industries without being ushered past any red tape because of who your father is. Outside of the financial advantage you had, you worked for your spot in a STEM career. You suffered through every man in your field belittling your work despite knowing less than you. You dealt with the constant interruptions and “well, actually” because of your gender. You powered through late nights and early mornings when your mind was flowing too smoothly to quit.

The last thing you wanted to do was have all that work disregarded because you shared a name with genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. So you filled out the application, sent in your resume and cover letter, and attached three letters of recommendation from your professors. You went through hours of interviews, background checks (conveniently redacting your father’s name), and polygraph tests until that offer letter showed up in your email. You even had to sign the Non-Disclosure Agreements that would bar you from discussing *anything* work-related with anyone outside of your department.

You spent your first year in the weapons analysis department, evaluating alien weaponry and determining how it worked and how to disable it. You had your fair share of mishaps, of course. Holes blasted into walls, fried robot dummies, even burnt animal carcasses. By the end of your first year, your supervisor sent a commendation and proposal for you for an undisclosed promotion. After Pepper Potts “thoroughly examined your resume, cover letter, and accomplishments during your tenure with Stark Industries,” as the letter read, you were awarded a position working on the Avengers’ weapons as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist. You’d never see a fight in-person, but you were assigned to work on advancements and post-battle repairs for everyone, from the Winter Soldier’s arm to the Falcon’s wings to Vision’s... everything. The only heroes you wouldn’t work on were Iron Man and War Machine (those were your dad’s territory) and Spider-Man.

On your first day in your new position, the one and only Pepper Potts showed you to your new lab on the 47th floor. It took all your willpower to look your step-mother in the eye and say, “Wow, Miss Potts. This is amazing. It’s such an honor to meet you,” with a straight face to convince any passerby that you had no outside affiliation with her. Even if her eyes stayed steady on you, you could see her mentally rolling them.

Once you were alone behind the doors of the elevator, conversation changed course.

“You’re going to be sharing a lab with someone else,” Pepper said.

“Sweet. As long as they’re competent, that’s fine by me,” you shrugged. Part of earning your degrees was learning to share a workspace with others, even those who bumbled and fumbled with no idea what they were doing. You’d had more hair singed by nearby explosions than you’d like to admit.

“He’s still in college so he’s not here as often as the others. Most of his work will be on Spider-Man’s gadgets and suit, but you can use him for any help you need.”

Walking past the familiar faces of Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho in their respective labs, Pepper ushered you into your lab, where you were met by your father and put on the same excited facade you did with Pepper.

“Oh my god, you’re Tony Stark! This is incredible! It’s such an honor to meet you, sir!”

He shook his head at you and reluctantly accepted your outstretched hand. Oh, the jokes you’d be making at family dinners.

“Yeah, anyway, this is your new lab, Miss [Y/L/N]. Make yourself at home. This lab rat over here is mister Parker. If you have any questions, he can at least bullshit an answer for you.”

The young man on the other side of the lab perked up at the sound of his name. He tugged the goggles off his face and set down his soldering rod to rush over to you.

“Hi. Hi, I’m Peter,” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“I’m [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you, lab partner.”

He looked to be a bit younger than you and at least relatively smart, if the MIT sweatshirt peeking out from under his lab coat said anything. If your dad gave him an internship like this, you knew you shouldn’t question it. He had to be a genius.

The kid just smiled at you, continuing to shake your hand past what most would deem socially acceptable.

“Okay, enough of that,” Tony said, pushing on your joined hands to separate you two. “Mister Parker might be in and out of the lab from time to time. He joins the Avengers on the occasional recon mission for immediate repairs but since he’s on break from classes, you’ll see him more often than not. Play nice.”

When he noticed you surreptitiously looking Peter up and down, he added, “Remember, no fraternizing with coworkers.” He pointed a finger directly at you before he spun and pointed to your fellow lab mate, realizing he should warn Peter too to save face.

“All the blueprints you need for the Tin Man’s arm are in the system. We’ll have you start on that and see what you can do about minimizing the sound that thing makes. Any other questions, give Pep a call.”

“Thank you, mister Stark. I really do appreciate everything,” you said genuinely.

“Yeah, well… don’t let me down,” he replied, patting you on the shoulder on his way out. Pepper followed close behind, leaving you alone with Peter Parker.

“So Peter,” you started, sliding onto the lab chair next to where he remained standing, “tell me about yourself.”

“Uh… what do you want to know?” he asked as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

“How old are you?” you asked immediately.

“I’m 21.”

Only four years younger than you. So you’d probably get along just fine.

“I assume you’re at MIT?” He nodded. “What are you studying?”

“Biomolecular and mechanical engineering.” He said it so casually, you’d think he was talking about the last song he heard on the radio.

“Damn,” you responded, eyes wide. “I thought robotics and electrical engineering was wild but fuck, that sounds like hell.”

He laughed and nodded, letting a bit of the tension in his shoulders fall. “Yeah, it’s not easy. But it’s worth it.”

He shot you a small smile before gesturing back at his project. “I should probably get back to work and let you get started.”

For the rest of the day, you familiarized yourself with the Winter Soldier’s arm to figure out how to… turn the volume down? You assumed it was the gears inside causing the noise, but part of you wanted to outfit an audio jack and speaker just to fuck with your dad.

You and Peter worked in relative silence, aside from the playlist he had quietly playing through the lab sound system. When lunch rolled around, however, you finally spoke up.

“Hey Peter,” you called, his eyes flicking from the chemical beakers in front of him up to you. “First of all, what are you doing?”

“Um, it’s Spider-Man’s web fluid. Just trying to find more durable combinations.”

“Interesting.” As much as you wanted to touch the stringy substance, you knew better than to fiddle with someone else’s lab work. “Okay so second thing, in my last position, I’d just order food and have it brought to my floor but now that I’m on an exclusive floor, what do you do for lunch?”

“Oh, there are a couple security guys who have clearance to come into this floor. They just can’t get into any rooms so you’d have to meet them at the elevator. But I usually find something in the kitchen down the hall.”

“Oh, sweet. Thanks!” you said as you made your way out the door. Before you could fully exit, you turned back to see if Peter wanted you to grab anything. Once he promised he’d take his own break ‘once I get this one thing figured out,’ you continued to make your way to the kitchen.

As you drew closer to the doorway, you could hear three voices speaking over each other. They didn’t sound angry, but they were definitely arguing. You opened the door anyway and almost immediately froze in your tracks. The Falcon stood with one hand on his own head and one on the Winter Soldier’s head while Captain America rolled his eyes before those same eyes landed on you, along with the rest of the room.

“Perfect,” Sam started. “Hey new girl, between the three of us,” he said, pointing to himself, the Soldier, and the Captain, “who has the best hair?”

“First of all, my name is [Y/N]. Second,” you continued, making your way past them to the fridge you hoped your dad kept stocked with goodies, “that’s an unfair question.”

You grabbed a soda and popped it open before turning back to the three men. “Your hair suits each of you. Cap wouldn’t look good with Winter Soldier hair and Falcon wouldn’t look good with Cap’s hair.” You took a few steps closer, leaning against the island counter between you and eyeing each of them. Your eyes settled on the Winter Soldier, unashamedly flitting across his face and admiring the sharpness of his features. “You,” pointing at him, “could probably pull off either of their looks, though.”

Bucky smirked at you, but his rosy cheeks gave away a hint of embarrassment at your compliment. Steve and Sam, on the other hand, weren’t taking it quite as gracefully.

“What?!” Sam shouted. “Okay, now I know you’re lying. I could pull off Cap’s hair for sure.”

“You know, I think shaggy hair would really suit me,” Cap said, only half sarcastically.

You giggled to yourself as the three of them started talking over each other again, all dead set on their own hair being the best of them and positive they could pull off the others’ looks. While they bickered, you searched the pantry until you found a snack to at least get you through the remainder of the day.

“Alright boys, it’s been fun but I have work to do,” you said as you walked past them again. “Actually, wait. Bucky — can I call you Bucky?” He nodded even though you continued anyway. “If you could stop by lab six today, I’d love to check out your arm in person. The digital renderings aren’t quite the same.”

“Uh, okay. Sure. I’ll find you,” he said quietly.

“Sweet, thanks!” And with that, you skedaddled back to your lab.

[forbidding-souda]

eyo could I request the THH blackeneds with a reader who manages to stop them from killing?? thank u love u

THH blackeneds with a S/O who manages to stop them from killing

tagging this is gonna be a whole thing

this is ,, excluding junko

also this requires me knowing specific things about said cases and I'm not too determined to regoogle how everything went down so this is off of my memory

also i'm so uncreative i'm so sorry but i'm asking kinnies for advice on writing this so shoutout to lollipopcircularsaw my beloved

currently listening: winner takes it all by abba

-Mod Souda

Leon Kuwata

☁ He's going to go back. How can he not? She's locked herself in the bathroom. She's going to tell everyone - everyone is going to know that he's a killer.

☁ All he has to do is get his toolbox. Hopefully you're still asleep. He knows he left it with you before he left for the night.

☁ He opens the door, slow, as slow as he can. Do the floors creek here? He doesn't want to test it.

☁ His heart beats out of his chest. God, (Y/N), please be sleeping. You can't see me like this.

☁ He doesn't even bother closing the door as he begins tip-toeing closer. Where did he put it? In a drawer? Under the bed? In the bathroom? He can hardly see in this dark.

☁ He's wasting time. At this time, Maizono might come out and start hollering for help.

☁ "Leon?" Your sleepy voice sings throughout the lone room. He jumps, every hair on his skin standing up on it's edges before he cranes his neck to look at you.

☁ "Go back to sleep, babe." He says in a voice octaves higher than his own.

☁ What are the pros and cons of finding that toolbox? He'll lose everything. He'll lose you, his dream, his career.

☁ Is it really worth it?

☁ With your silence, it feels like his heart has dropped. "Why are you dressed?" You ask.

☁ "I was just- I was-"

☁ You prop yourself up on your elbows before using a more stern voice. "Close the door and get back into bed."

☁ His body starts to operate on quick breaths and fear. He just needs to find that damn toolbox. Where the fuck did he put it?"

☁ "Leon."

☁ "Of course." He laughs. Strings of small bounds of laughter leaves his lips. It's all he can do.

☁ The toolbox is on the dresser, barely illuminated by the light of the door.

☁ He says, in an empty voice, "I'll come into bed."

Mondo Oowada

☢ He told you his motive. Well, you actually found out, which isn't the same thing but it resulted in the same scenario.

☢ At first, you didn't want to share with him that you had found out.

☢ But you needed context.

☢ He didn't like the fact that you asked. You could almost notice the sweat dripping down from him. He tells you the story after a lot of pestering.

☢ "Mondo, I need to know! This is obviously important if that bear going to use it against you! What are you hiding from me?"

☢ He wanted to get angry, to shove you away and make some snide remark about how you always gotta go thinking everything is about you.

☢ But he stops and thinks. He trusts you a lot. More than he can say he's ever trusted anyone before.

☢ So his words spill out like vomit. You listen closely, not saying a word to interrupt him. He deserves like you; someone who can listen.

☢ You wait until he's done before you say anything.

☢ "Mondo, you are so much stronger than anyone I've ever met. Thank you for telling me this," you have to take in a deep breath before you continue, "I won't tell another soul."

☢ But he wouldn't hear anymore. You think he's strong? Brave; secure; resilient.

☢ In his head, he is weak. Everything he's known for was gifted to him by a sacrifice, one that was his fault, and you still think he's strong?

☢ "Why?" He asks and grabs your shoulders. "Why would you say that?"

☢ You don't even looks scared. It makes him more mad.

☢ He finds himself screaming. "Why aren't you scared of me?!"

☢ Slow, durable breathes leave your lips.

☢ "I know you're not going to hurt me."

☢ "I..." He can't seem to think of anything to say. So you respond for him, filing up the space with positive energy.

☢ "Hey, don't hurt yourself. You have to pinkie promise me you won't doom yourself, okay?" You hold out your pinkie.

☢ He knows what you're trying to say. Don't kill anyone.

☢ He sighs.

☢ And he puts his pinkie around yours.

Celestia Ludenberg

❣ Celestia has always been a lone wolf. Everything in her life, she did alone. Well, other than her cat, who she trusts more than anyways.

❣ That being said, she will never get used to knowing that someone puts their faith in her.

❣ You always encourage her, always lifting her mood and helping her when she needs it.

❣ It feels unfair. Why do you put all of your energy into her - not knowing whether she truly deserves it or not?

❣ That's why, when she constructed the plan in her head, she began to feel anxiety. Anxiety - such a worthless emotion. But it stays deep in her stomach. She started to wonder how you'd react to her being a culprit.

❣ Not well, she guesses. What would you do without her?

❣ Still, she uses her words to convince noble Yamada to kill for her. And she watches the assault firsthand.

❣ It all comes down to this. Does she kill him? Is it really worth it?

❣ It's as if your entire relationship flashes before her eyes. God, she really is in love. In this dire situation, life and death, all she can think about is you.

❣ She puts the hammer down. Yamada turns around, asking her what they will do next.

❣ Instead of responding, she just grimaces before walking out of the room.

❣ "I need to go wake up (Y/N)."

Sakura Oogami

✿ I think you existing in the first place makes her unsure about whether or not to go with her plan. She knows how much you'll miss her. It makes her heart feel sore.

✿ It's all about how everything plays out.

✿ And the rest of the living students have already denied her their ears, so she's feeling a bit more determined. She considers writing you an apology beforehand.

✿ "Sakura?" Your voice echoes through the hall. Her whole body pauses, and a strike of fear runs through her. She had not even considered that you would have gone looking for her.

✿ "I am here." She rings back. With a smile, you rush over to where you hear her voice.

✿ When your face pops up in the doorway, she finds that there is no way that she can lose to the killing game.

✿ But her sacrifice would mean that there would be no way that you would get killed.

✿ Once again, she is put in a tight situation. All she wants is for your - and her other friends - to be safe. If she doesn't do this then there might be another murder. And that will be two more friends losing to Monokuma.

✿ She puts on a smile for you.

✿ You speak, "When I woke up without you, I was so scared."

✿ "Nothing bad is going to happen to me," she assures, "I'm safe."

✿ "Oh, that's good."

✿ She doesn't respond right away. The pause in the air makes you take steps closer to her. You continue, "I wouldn't be able to go on without you, Sakura. I doubt Asahina would either. You mean everything to me."

✿ You hug her tightly.

✿ Tenderly, she puts her arm around you.

✿ There has to be another way, she decides, as her taking her own life would be a betrayal to you.

[gummy-friend]

10 with Human Techno and Tiny Tommy? It'll be great i think ฅ(๑*▽*๑)ฅ!!

It's a fun one to write, Thank you! :D

Sorry for it being short, I'm bad at writing conversations ✌

Content Warning: Tommy (Language/cursing, lol)

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"You're about as intimidating as a teddy bear, but sure— whatever you say"

Tiny Tommy and Human Techno

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"Yeah, fight me bitch!" Tommy shouted from the top of the shelf— Techno's pretty sure it's dangerous, but Tommy's resilient, so he should be okay— he's holding what Techno guess would be dubbed as a sword— but in reality, Tommy is holding a dart— Which Techno's pretty sure Wilbur lost it a week ago.

Tommy is a borrower that has been living together with him, Wilbur, and Phil for a year, apparently. Until Wilbur caught him six months ago, when Phil accidentally found Tommy's house— Which was in the middle of repairment at the time— and long story short, he's part of the family now. Techno thinks Tommy is an okay person— when he's not being annoying, at least. Like now.

"No" Techno declined, only sparing Tommy the previous glance before returning back to his book.

"Wh- hey!" Another shout from Tommy. When Techno looked, Tommy had jumped from the shelf— climbing down to go to where Techno is sitting. See? Tommy's durable. "Fight me!" Tommy declared. Already reaching the top of the table in front of Techno. To be fair, Techno wasn't paying attention.

"No." Techno repeats. Why does Phil and Wilbur has to go to the doctor today?

"Hey— Look at me— I bet I could beat you in a fight" Tommy declared, puffing his chest up, looking so incredibly proud.

"You really can't" Techno deadpanned. Getting a glare from Tommy.

"Hey! I'll let you know I am a Big Man and I am so Intimidating and Dangerous" Tommy cried out, offended by Techno's comment.

"You're really not." Techno huffed, a small glint of amusement in his tone "You're about as intimidating as a teddy bear, but sure— whatever you say"

"Fuck you— A teddy bear is fumkign intimidating, have you seen them?" Hearing Tommy's statement, Techno put down his book, because did Tommy really meant that?

"Really?" Techno smiled, a dawning realization of how Tommy's size affects how he sees things.

"Fuck you, you big bitch you must be laughing at me right now aren't you— I'll have you know I have a sword and I am not afraid to fucking use it you fuck—" Tommy said, flailing his "sword" towards Techno. "A teddy bear is fucking intimidating— They're called a bear for a fucking reason and their eyes fucking glint at night—"

"Pft—" Techno sputtered out, can't hold back after hearing Tommy's rambles

"Fuck you—"

"I think you've been saying that a whole lot, Tommy" Techno smiled at the angry borrower. Words laced with held back laughter in them.

"No I didn't— you're just a pussy for not cursing" Tommy declined "Why don't you try cursing, huh? Pig boy?"

"I can't. My monetization is at stake there"

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, nothing" Techno huffed, already sensing the headache coming— it's never a good idea to mention anything related to them at all. "Anyways, Tommy, did you live in a toy store before this?"

"Yeah, I did. But there was a fuckton of rats at the area, so I left" Tommy said, placing down his sword, calming down a little.

"Why did you chose this house, then?" Techno asked, resting his head on his hand.

"'Twas close" Tommy answered. Much too fast to be light. "Nevermind that! Do you really don't want to fight?"

"No" Techno said, already reaching for his book

"Pleaaasee?" Tommy ran up to Techno's hand, placing his hand on top of Techno's, and giving him his ultimate weapon: Puppy eyes.

Peer pressure got the best of Techno, "...fine" He huffed, placing down his book.

"Yeah, bitch!" Tommy laughed proudly

"I am reconsidering my decision"

"Wh-No, No, Technoblade- Pleasee"

Techno huffed at the sight of his little brother— Who is currently flailing his dangerous "sword"— He remembered Tommy looking absolutely exhausted six months ago, it's a good thing he's an energetic kid. Tommy is looking very different from when Phil found him.

"How do I fight you?" Techno asked, cutting Tommy's ramble about how he's going to beat Techno like the Big Man he is.

"With your bare hands! Or can you not beat the Tommy Innit?" Tommy declared, already taking a fighting stance

The fight resulted in Tommy's loss, by the way. With Tommy shouting "You're cheating!" When Techno took his sword the moment the fight started.

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