#thank you for allowing me to be inspired by you

[annasellheim]

I had been so uncomfortable around him at first. The relationship of master and unpaid servant (ie slave) was so messed up.

But slowly, we got to know each other. He became a good friend.

I still refused to order him around tho. I ignored his daily reminders about his lifelong obligation to serve me.

I woke up one day in the ICU. I had a minor stroke apparently. My monster had found me unconscious on the floor in my apartment and rushed me to the hospital. He hadn't left my side either the entire 4 days I had been in a medical induced coma.

He had fondly told me that he initially had scared the doctors and nurses into allowing him to stay with me. He had threatened to curse them.

I laughed with him. It was a bluff, he didn't know any magic.

At one point I burst into tears and thanked him for staying, and explained how lonely it would have been to go through this alone. I told him he didn't have to do it, and asked him why he hadn't left me for dead. He'd finally be free of his self imposed servitude.

He was appalled. "You didn't order me to do this. I did this because I care about you!"

He then looked away. It was obvious that he regretted blurting that out.

I took held his claw in my hand. "I care about you too. So, so much."

He became overwhelmed. It was his turn to cry.

I looked at him. "I know you refuse to call me Anna, you insist on calling me 'Master', but we're family dammit! It's time you finally told me your name."

He was shaking at this point. He was so secretive, but he was tired and feeling vulnerable, his walls were finally crumbling.

"It's Oslo," he looked down and whispered.

I lifted his chin up, "Oslo, look at me."

He did, he looked so scared.

"My name is Anna, you are my family so you better start calling me by my name."

He let out a wet laugh. "Okay Anna."

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Thank you so much @ineffable---sounds for providing me the love and care that inspired this post

A horrible monster has been following you for a while now. It finally has you cornered. You hear it speak. "Master… I've finally found you…"

[bakukags]

hiii i luv your blog!! honestly the 'more then enough' fanfic had my crying lol :)) so i saw your requests were open and was wondering if you could do a bakugou x reader were y/n is bakugou's and deku's childhood friend and they have a lot of trauma bc of their dad who is an ex pro hero becoming a villian when shes in ua and bakugou has always had feelings for her and comforts her when class 1-a sees it on the news. make any changes youd like :))

the 3 things bakugou taught you (bakugou x reader)

summary: As a childhood friend of Bakugou and Deku, you had always dreamed of attending U.A. to train and become heroes together. However, everything turns upside down when Class 1-A discovers that your father, once a former Pro-Hero, has now become a Villain. In the chaos of it all, you find that Bakugou is full of surprises and that there may be more to him than what meets the eye.

pairing: bakugou x female! reader

genre: fluffy angst 

warnings: slight swearing 

word count: 4,176

a/n: thank you so much for all of your kindness and support <3 my request box is open!! please let me know if y'all would be interested in a part 2 or how I can improve my writing :)

Growing up with Bakugou Katsuki had taught you three things:

Bakugou Katsuki had a temper like a firework - explosive, loud, and colorful. 

His bark was somehow worse than his bite.

No matter how grumpy he was, you couldn’t stop smiling around him.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Bakugou grimaced, as you jogged to catch up, an extra bounce in your step. However, he slowed down slightly, allowing you to fall into step with him. 

“My dad’s coming home today.” Your grin widened. “I’m going to visit home later today to see him.” 

Your father was the pro-hero Aeris, who was known for his air-like attibutes and unique speed. You had also inherited his abilities, and his day-to-day heroism was what first motivated you to enroll into UA alongside Bakugou. Growing up, he had encouraged you to become a hero that not only helps the world, but changes the world for the better. 

“Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.” Whenever he came home from work, he always reminded you of his life motto with a warm smile lighting up his face. “And you my dear, have the most beautiful dream. But you must also be ready to have the strength to pay the price when it comes to fruition.” 

From then on, you had resolved that you would do anything to become a hero. You father’s words had inspired you to become someone who would willingly sacrifice yourself in order to fulfill your dreams of saving the world; just like your father. As he rarely came home, you were especially elated on the days he did, today being one of those days.

Bakugou grunted in response, eyeing your chipper expression with thinly veiled annoyance. 

“Well stop it. It makes you look stupider than normal.” He grumbled, looking away from your bright smile.

“Mhmm,” You hummed noncommittally, not really listening. The walk back from class had become your guys’ unspoken routine. Ever since the two of you had moved into the dorms, Bakugou always waited after class for you to pack your bag so that the two of you could walk back together. Of course, he’d rather die than admit to you that he was waiting, often making up excuses such as finishing up an assignment or perfectly timing the speed at which he placed his books back into his bag. 

“I’ll go with you. To see your father." His tone indicated that it was a non-negotiable statement. You tilted your head, slightly confused. He had never accompanied you before. 

“I can’t have an idiot like you wandering around at night.” He clarified, clearing his throat. “You’d be too easy of a target for Villains. It’s almost like you want to get attacked.” 

You opened your mouth to point out that you were one of the top 5 students of Class 1-A and that you could handle yourself, thank you very much. However, the words died on your tongue when you caught sight of how his fingers twitched restlessly at his side, at how he was intentionally looking everywhere but at you. Many people wouldn’t pick up on it, but you knew him better than anyone. The signs were were clear - Bakugou Katsuki, of all people, was worried. For you. Your smile widened.

“If you wanted to spend more time with me Katsu, you could’ve just asked.” You teased, laughter bubbling in your voice. 

“That’s not, I don’t- stop making things up crazy woman!” He spluttered in response, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you continued laughing, causing you to almost miss Izuku falling into step alongside you. 

“Hey guys! Good training today, huh?” Izuku exclaimed, smiling at you. You grinned back, nodding excitedly in agreement. Your spirits were still high from your previous conversation with Bakugou. However, upon spotting the freckled boy, Bakugou’s face immediately morphed into a deep scowl. His eyebrows furrowed irritably, but he remained silent.

“Izu!” You grabbed onto his arm, just like you had growing up. “Training was amazing! Did you get a chance to see my practice match? I could hardly believe it - Shoto and I tied!” You chattered incessantly, easily falling into natural conversation with him. The three of you used to always hang out together and you found yourself suddenly missing the green-haired boy’s presence. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve hung out!” You continued. “You should join us more often - it’ll be just like old times!" 

A pink flush spread across Izuku’s cheeks, trailing down his neck.

“Of-of course, I’d love to!” Izuku stuttered, eyes glancing down at your arms that were still wrapped around his. A faint crackling popping sound, along with the smell of smoked caramel filled the air, causing the both of you to glance at Bakugou. He now had his hands curled into fists, jaw tightly clenched. 

“He’s not invited.” Bakugou spat out, eyeing the two of you murderously. Growing up with Bakugou however, made you immune to his violent tendencies. You smiled sweetly in return, letting go of Izuku in favor of placatingly rubbing Bakugou’s arm. 

“You’re always invited,” You said to Izuku before raising an eyebrow at Bakugou, daring him to argue. He hissed like a cat baring his teeth, but didn’t protest.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” Izuku nodded, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou hesitantly. “You guys must be pretty close now - almost inseperable huh?”

“We’re not.” Bakugou snarled at the same time you chirped “Yup!” The two of you looked at each other for a moment before you let out a laugh, shrugging nonchalantly.

“It’s funny because you guys are total… opposites.” Izuku spoke carefully, glancing at Bakugou as if he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment. The green-haired boy’s words were true - Bakugou oozed aggression and abrasiveness, while you were all cheerfulness and tact. While Bakugou burned intensely like the sun, you were constant like the moon. Just as bright, but in a different way. After the blonde boy had been kidnapped by Villains, he had refused to talk about the situation to anyone. Everyone had pestered him with countless opinions and questions - except for you. He didn’t need to speak in order for you to know how he felt or understand what he needed. You had spent your whole life learning him, and now, all you had to do was merely stay by his side as an unwavering source of support. The two of you had been attached by the hip ever since. 

“His grumpiness adds to the appeal.” You giggled. “Right?” You turned to look up at Bakugou, ready for a classic snarky remark, but your eyes met molten embers instead. Taken by surprise, you tripped, stumbling over your own foot. Two hands immediately reached out to steady you: one belonging to Izuku and the other belonging to Bakugou. The blonde boy let go of you just as quickly as he had touched you, as if your skin had scorched him. However, Izuku’s hand remained, steadying you. You shot him a grateful look. 

“Thanks.” You regained your balance with a sheepish smile. 

Bakugou’s face darkened as his gaze shifted from yours to Izuku’s hand, which still lingered on your arm. A low growl left his lips as his eyes burned holes into Izuku, who instantly let go.

“So-Sorry! I’m glad you’re okay! I mean-are you okay?” He sputtered, eyes wide.

“She’ll be fine once you leave.” Bakugou spat venomously, a vein bulging out of his forehead. Izuku chuckled uncomfortably while your gaze darted nervously between the two boys, unsettled by the sudden escalation of emotions. The air suddenly felt a little too warm, too tense. In a second Bakugou was moving, stopping only when he stood between you and Izuku, effectively separating the two of you.

“What kind of idiot can’t even get back to the dorms without falling?” Bakugou sharply retorted, nostrils flaring. “Hurry up, I’m hungry.” He stalked away, leaving you to direct an apologetic glance at Izuku before following close behind. 

“That was rude.” You glanced towards the blonde boy as you struggled to catch up to him.

“Not my fault Deku pissed me off.” He grunted in response. 

“And it’s not his fault that you have a short fuse.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

If those words had come out of anyone else, you probably would be slammed against the wall and blasted into oblivion. But you were always the exception. He growled, the sound low and dangerous.

“Not right now, sunshine.” He barked your nickname out like it was a curse, but you knew better than to take him seriously. Your words had struck a little too close to home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He angrily slammed the door to the dorms open, uncharacteristically propping it open for you.

“Move it. I don’t have all day.” He practically yelled in your ear, causing you to wince. He at least had the decency to look back at you half-apologetically, before lowering his voice to a more suitable volume. “Well? Why aren’t you walking idiot?”

“Thanks, I think?” You shrugged, hesitantly walking through the door. “But you really got to tone it down Katsu, I me-”

The words caught in your throat. You froze, causing Bakugou to ram right into you.

“What the hell sunshine? What kind of idiot stands in the middle of the doorway?” He barked, but you didn’t respond. Your eyes were glued to the television, trained on the newscaster Miyagi who imparted the breaking headlines for today.

“Breaking news - A Pro-Hero has turned out to be a Villain? You heard it here folks, Ex Pro-Hero Aeris was found injuring several innocent children just this afternoon. It appears he has been secretly working alongside the League of Villains as an undercover agent.”

The screen cut, and suddenly, footage of a man filled the TV screen. His grin looked borderline crazed, an unknown murderous glint flooding his eyes. Two heros held him down as he struggled against them, handcuffs digging into his wrists.

Your legs gave out, and you stumbled backwards. Somebody immediately caught you, muttering something into your ear, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen. All you could see was your father’s deranged expression flooding the screen. 

“No.” You whispered, eyes peeled on the TV, arms trembling. “No. This can’t be real.”

"How could you do this?” A civilian yelled at the ex Pro-hero, angry tears blurring her features. “Don’t you have a child too? A daughter?”

All eyes turned to you, the dorm falling impossibly silent. This couldn’t be happening. Your whole world was collapsing, right in front of your eyes. Your arm reached outwards in attempts to grab onto something, anything, that could ground you. A warm hand enveloped yours immediately. You latched onto it, squeezing tightly. Something deep inside of you knew that you should look tear your eyes from the screen, but you for some twisted reason, you couldn’t. You needed to know more. You needed to know why.

Your father stopped struggling, finally allowing the heros to usher him into a police car. 

“So?” Your father shrugged. His posture suddenly looked eerily calm and nonchalant, but his eyes remained dark. Frenzied, yet disturbedly content. He looked stared right into the camera. At you. “Why would I care? I never considered her to be my daughter anyways.”

Those words were all it took to send you spiraling. The walls closed in on you, trapping you, until suddenly, it was impossible to breathe. Your whole life was a lie. The person you had always looked up to in life, the person responsible for your existence, had just revealed that he never truly cared if you existed. You thought back to your childhood. He had taught you how to ride a bike, how to cook chicken marsala, how to use your powers for good. He had been your sole role model, had shaped you into the person you were today, and now he was-

Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.

Your dad’s life motto rang in your mind unbidden, yet it no longer sounded like encouragement. It sounded like a threat. 

Are you happy? You wanted to ask him. Was the price worth it? Was betaying me, betraying the world worth it? Even though the questions screamed inside your head, you knew you didn’t want to hear their answers. A part of you knew what his response would be and hated it. 

“It’s a trick.” You whispered, still in denial. A tear tricked down your cheek; you barely felt it. Your voice grew louder, more insistent. 

“They’re lying. They have to be lying!” The words rang in the room, sharp and empty. A gust of wind rushed surrounded you as your face twisted with fury. Your classmates stared back at you, speechless. You had always been the calm and collected one, the one to rein Bakugou in whenever he exploded. But the roles had suddenly reversed, and suddenly you were the one bubbling over, about to explode. They had never seen you like this before - all seething, abrasive, aggressive. Even you had never felt this way before. 

“It’s really a shame,” Mineta was the first to speak up. “that your father is a criminal. I mean, you’d think even criminals love their daughters-”

Before anyone could even blink, you were across the room, slamming Mineta hard against the wall. 

“Say it again.” You growled dangerously, hands wrapped around his throat. A couple classmates tried to intervene, only to be blown back by a harsh gust of wind. 

“It’s a pity. You’re so pretty, but I guess even you have violent tendencies.” Mineta sneered, wheezing when you tightened your grip around his neck. “It makes sense though. Like father, like daughter. ” 

His words crawled along your skin and you instantly dropped him. He spluttered, leering as you backed away. All your life, you had been proud to be called your father’s daughter. But now, you felt nothing but a wave of shame and disgust. You looked up at your classmates. They all stared back with stiff postures and raised defenses. As if they too, thought that you would become a Villain. Blinking back tears, you did the only thing you could do. You ran.

You ran until your lungs nearly gave out, until nausea overwhelmed you. Gripping the edges of a nearby trash can, you emptied out all of the contents of today’s lunch. Your body trembled as you fell to the floor, pulling your knees in. The sound of stomping echoed in the halls, loud and harsh. Bakugou. Your stomach churned; he was the last person you wanted to see.

“Go away.” You growled, torn between wanting to be left alone and being too drained to run away. He ignored you, like he usually did, but this time it made you furious. Why couldn’t he just listen to you, just take you seriously for once? 

“I told you to go away Bakugou Katsuki!” The words were icy cold and you heard the stomping pause for a moment. All your life, even when you both got into disagreements, you had never once called him by his full name before. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t let him see you like this - embarassingly weak and pathetic. 

“What are you, my mother?” He retorted. The footsteps continued again, until he was soon towering over you. “Don’t call me that - shit’s weird.” 

“I mean it.” Your words were coated with venom. You refused to look at him. “Leave me alone.”

Bakugou ignored you again, choosing instead to take a seat next to you. 

“When have I ever listened to you?” He scoffed. “Don’t expect me to start now.” 

You didn’t reply, curling deeper into a ball instead. The two of you sat in silence for several moments. The longer you sat, the more it all sank in. Your whole life had been a sick and twisted lie - how could you even start to separate the fiction from reality? Your breathing started to grow more ragged as you spiraled further, your throat tightening. You watched as your vision grew more and more blurry, until a choked sob ripped free from your chest. Hiding your head in your knees, you finally let the tears pour down your cheeks, let your shoulders shake from the sobs. 

You felt a hand grab yours, the same hand that had wrapped around yours earlier in the dorms. Bakugou silently pulled you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a tentative hug. Immediately you burrowed yourself into his broad chest, finding comfort in the way he held you closer to him, as if his arms could protect you from reality. 

“I don’t even know,” You murmured, breath hitching. “what to believe anymore. If he raised me to be like him, then maybe I’m-” A villain too. You swallowed the words back into your throat, but they still hung in the air, unspoken. Another sob wracked through your chest, causing Bakugou’s grip on you to tighten. You stayed like that for a while, seconds passing into minutes. As the blonde boy tentatively rubbed soothing circles into your back, you couldn’t help the incredulous laugh bubbling alongside your sobs - Bakugou being calm and soothing? Your life was definitely falling apart. 

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re obviously not a villain.” He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he was merely stating a fact, like how the sky was blue or the grass green.

“You can’t know that.” You murmured, remembering the way you had nearly strangled Mineta, the way your classmates had all stared at you afterwards. “Mineta-”

“Is taken care of.” Bakugou’s chest rumbled as he cut you off, tone menacing. “He’ll no longer have the audacity to look at you, let alone even speak to you. Neither will the others. I’ve made damn sure of it myself.”

Warmth spread throughout your stomach, rising up into your chest and onto your cheeks. You hid your flushed face further into his shirt. You opened your mouth to protest-

“Don’t even start sunshine.” Bakugou interjected, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You were upset and Mineta had a shitty attitude. If anything, he deserved it.” 

You let out a watery chuckle. Only Bakugou would justify nearly strangling someone. As if sensing your upcoming retort, he spoke again. 

“You didn’t hurt anyone. And you never will because…” He paused, eyes trained at the wall above your head. The following words sounded like they were being ripped from him against his will. “you’re one of the good ones, alright? Why else would I spend so much time with you? It’d be embarassing, ya know?”

You understood what he was trying to say. Bakugou always needed the best of the best, in every aspect. Which meant that whatever he chose to do or whoever he chose to spend time with, all of it had to be good. The best, in every sense of the word. After all, it’d be embarassing to him if it wasn’t. He’d view it as an unforgiveable slight towards his perfectionistic tendencies. 

“Thank you Katsu.” You breathed in deeply, his signature smell of ashy caramel and fresh pine filling your nose, relaxing your limbs. You weren’t quite sure how you had gotten here, how you had somehow managed to slip in between the cracks of his impossibly high standards. You certainly didn’t feel like the best and you weren’t even sure if you believed his words, but they somehow still brought you comfort. At least you knew that someone in your life was raw and real. It had always been that way with Bakugou - what you saw was what you got. 

"It’s nothing.” He huffed, but you caught a hint of a smile on his lips. Moving his hands upwards, he started playing with your hair, his touch oddly gentle. 

It wasn’t nothing, but you didn’t have the strength to argue. Instead, you silently accepted the bottle of water he was offering to you. After muttering a soft thanks, you allowed the liquid to coat your dry tongue while matching the sounds of his even breathing with your own. And as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, you felt something in the air shift. For the first time, you noticed the fluttering in your stomach; the racing of your heart. You wondered if Bakugou felt it too.

The blonde boy eyed the window, watching as the rain started to pour down, droplets splattering across the glass. The sound was soothing, melding perfectly with the melody of our matched breaths. 

“I like the rain.” You said, tilting your face slightly toward the window. 

He snorted. “Of course you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You like everything.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s annoying.”

“Not everything.” You protested, shifting your body.

“Well, you like me.” He joked, all bravado. You stilled. One moment passed, then two. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Bakugou paused. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was flustered. A faint crackling pop echoed in the hallway. “I only meant who wouldn’t like m-”

“I do.” The confession blurts out of your mouth before you can even think. “Like you I mean.”

Maybe your defenses were lowered because of the constant crying. Or maybe it was because of the way he was gazing at you now - like you were something precious, something so beautiful that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, even for a second. 

“Took you long enough to catch on.” He swallowed, nonchalance forced into his voice. Another pop echoed in the hall. You stifled a grin as he forcefully stuffed his sparking palms into his pockets to hide them. A moment passed before your eyes widened as you connected the dots.

“For how long?” You breathed, voice catching in your throat.

“Too long.” He said gruffly, keeping it vague. “A snail moves at a faster pace than you.”

A laugh made it’s way out of your throat. “You could’ve said something!”

“That’s lame,” He huffed. “and you know it. But since we’re already on this topic, Deku better stay the hell away from you now that-”

You kissed the edge of his lips, partly to shut him up and partly because you could. He instantly froze, a shade of red rising up his neck. 

“If you’re gonna do that.” He whispered, the sound deep and husky. “Then do it right.”

He yanked you towards him, the move rugged and harsh, pulling your mouths together. Kissing him was like a smoldering fire - hot, burning, and intense. His arms pulled you closer, and you wanted more of this, more of him. He kissed you like a starving man tasting bread for the first time, and when you pulled away, he groaned reluctantly, chest gasping for air. You caught his gaze and held it, a brief moment of understanding passing between the two of you. And for the first time, you knew that despite everything, you were going to be okay.

A smile crept it’s way onto your face, the way it always tended to whenever Bakugou was present. In your head, you found yourself unconsciously amending the list of things you had learned about Bakugou over the years: 

Bakugou Katsuki had a temper like a firework - explosive, loud, and colorful. But when the time called for it, he could also be gentle, quiet, and fiercely protective. 

Although his bark was somehow worse than his bite, when it came to you, he had no problems following through with his bite. After all, he was an excellent kisser. 

No matter how grumpy he was, you couldn’t stop smiling around him. You still weren’t quite sure why yet, but you did know one thing for certain. 

Through thick and thin, through the lies and the villains, Bakugou Katuski would always be there for you. He might be abrasive and biting. He might be aggressive and impulsive. But he was also solid and real. He was true to his word and below all those layers, he was inconceivably, irrevocably good. And of course, most importantly - he was most definitely all yours. 

[thiefcatmoth]

pac: what energy should you try to connect with?

general reading. pick a pile, listening to your intuition. if nothing resonates, leave this pac behind.

pile 1

you should try turning to the light. you can hang a suncatcher in the room, put a mirror or a prism that will direct the rays of light to the place where you are resting. if you like clear weather, you can sunbathe, squinting like a cat. if you like stormy weather, pay attention to lightning - its dance is mesmerizing, and perhaps you will find in it the very sign intended for you. and if you are a supporter of urbanism rather than nature, you can choose a calming night light for yourself or hang a garland in the room to watch the blinking lights.

pile 2

communication with the earth may suit you. if you like plants, immerse yourself in caring for them, try to find that flower or tree that you enjoy caring for. if you don't really like gardening, you can take a walk in the park or forest to just touch the earth, feel it with your fingers, you can even collect a handful to take with you. collecting herbarium or dried flowers may help you relax. or maybe you can find balance while working with clay during handicrafts?

pile 3

air can help you ease emotional wounds and find self-love. if you haven't tried it yet, you should try aromatherapy. aromas can help you manage your emotions and influence your state, even inspire you. in order to always have a piece of this with you, choose an aroma pendant or make a talisman with a drop of your favorite essential oil or oil perfume. listen to the songs of the wind, let the wind touch your skin, feel the freedom and let yourself go, like a gust of air.

pile 4

it seems to me that water, especially falling water, will be your helper. waterfalls and fountains will cleanse you and give you fortitude, watching the running water is very calming. try to catch falling raindrops and plunge your whole being into the downpour. let your feelings and thoughts flow freely. and if there is no opportunity to touch the elements, you can simply take a shower - running water, shower streams, drops of water from the tap will affect you no less. exhale and allow yourself to be cleansed.

pile 5

perhaps this will seem strange to you, but try to turn to lithotherapy - and do it in the semi-darkness. you do not need light to feel the texture of stones, their weight, temperature, feel the shape and size. surrender to touch and simply explore the world. if possible, make an amulet for yourself from a stone or with some stone elements, and when you feel anxious, touch the amulet. study the stones, spot which one suits you bes, and add it to your life - in jewelry or as a talisman under your pillow.

pile 6

even if you've never liked listening to music, turn to sounds. almost everything has sound. you can hear your breathing, the heartbeat of a loved one, the ticking of a clock, the beat of drums, chants, the rustling of leaves… pay special attention to rhythmic sounds that you can follow, turning off your vision and all other senses. any sounds can help you concentrate, calm down, sense danger in advance. even if you like the most exotic sound like, you know, thunder, you can always devote at least a couple of minutes to it alone with yourself, using your headphones.

thanks for the reading!

dividers by @strangergraphics-archive, all images are not mine

[choccy-milky]

I was out with my mom at the store and saw this beautiful picture! I instantly thought of Clora and imagined her walking through a flower field with Seb trailing behind! Ahhh! So pretty!! ❤❤

(I can imagine this piece being from Seb's perspective, or he commissioned someone to paint it for him. We love a simping man 🥰)

thats bc it IS clora 🌼🌿

but that painting is beautiful AND IM SO HONOURED U THOUGHT OF CLORA WHEN U SAW IT??😭💖 and i love the idea of it being from sebs POV too...him taking her to a field of flowers and just watching and smiling as she twirls and frolics around and brings a truckload of flowers back with them....GRAHHH MY HEART🥹💖💖

@fulica-atra AW😭😭 i rly do have SO much fun drawing clora and seb all the time BAHHA so im happy if that can come across in my art as well🥹and im glad i could help inspire you too!! omg i was working on a webtoon before HL consumed me, and creating your own universe/characters/original world is definitely a challenge (but a fun one) and im with you there on daydreaming as you fall asleep...its the best part, tbh😤 GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR STORY!! and THANK YOUUU💖💖

hi and thank you!! so the first 2 times that smut happens in my fic i DO put a warning in the beginning notes, but overall, FROM WHAT I REMEMBER, smut happens in chaps 16 (not a sex scene tho...just some solo seb BAHHA), 23, 26, 27, and 32. there could be more im missing tho/smaller scenes i dont remember, so if you wanna be absolutely certain, you could also read it on ffnet! that site doesnt allow explicit content, so i cut the scenes out before uploading it there. (but i honestly would recommend just skimming past the smut on either ao3 or wattpad, since the ver of my fic that's on ffnet is a lot less polished/not edited💀 and sometimes dialogue happens before/after the smut, but i think i just cut it out entirely in the ffnet ver, i cant remember...) BUT ANYWAY, if you do get around to reading it, i hope you like it!!🙏

LMFAOOOO speaking of smut...truly the duality of man....i guess this is a sign i should finish the nsfw wips i have rn👀

BAHAHA THE WAY I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE SCATHING WHEN I FIRST GOT THIS ASK and saw the preview of 'im trying so hard to get through it..." LMAOO im sorry for making you put up with bitch ass lawley😔🙏 BUT THANK YOUUU AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT/ARE SO INVESTED💖💖💖

and your anon immediately afterwards made me laugh LMAOO. all better now!!! 🥰lawley who???

@vaiotai bc thats how men SHOULD be when theyre in love🥰i dont make the rules🥰🥰(except for when i do😇)

[aofikofi]

/ small little drabble of an idea thats been buzzing in my head ever since the ohmyevbo art :> its somewhat inspired by the manga cherry magic lol

"So what you're saying is you basically can read my mind?"

"If you start the thought with 'Dear God,' or a variation of it, then yes,"

Seawatt sighed, why should he even be surprised anymore. His hands massaged his temples, and slowly going downwards to just cover his face. He groaned loudly, of course his old habit of saying the God's name in vain still stuck to him, from when he was a rebel child and he'd do it just to anger his parents.

He could feel his face heating up and turning red, his mind supplying itself all of the little thoughts he's had in the past week, all surrounding the Parkour God Himself.

'Dear God, he looks so hot being authoritive like that,'

'Oh my God, he needs to stop jumping over us, I can see his cute belly under his giant hoodie,'

'Thank God for the self restraint I have right now from going up to him and taking his pants off-'

"WAIT YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT THEM???"

Evbo squeeked, their faces now two inches from each other as Evbo had ran closer to Seawatt and grabbed his arm in his attempt to shut him up. Seawatt only replied with a flustered groan.

Seawatt lowered his hands slightly, only leaving his eyes visible, staring Evbo down. The God shivered, unsure on what the other's planning this time.

"Sea-"

'Dear God, so you were listening all this time?'

"..yes and I'm sorry-"

'God, oh what I would do to have you bent over the throne right now,'

"WAIT-"

'-my dearest God, will you grant me one wish,'

"SEAWATT!!!! You are not allowed to use this against me now, please,"

Evbo is barely even holding onto Seawatt's arms anymore, his head dropped down to hide his red face.

Seawatt snickered,

"oh you have given me so much power, my God,"

[joshth647]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CHEFS (CHEF AU) - MASTERPOST + BOUNDARIES

"Welcome to the kitchen, superstars! Here you'll learn to make the most delicious meals of the century, and appeal to our dear customers!"

We've all watched shows where chefs have contests where they try to make the most delicious and appealing meal to please their customers [or something like that] (*cough* Master Chef *cough*)... so why not take the cast of The Amazing Digital Circus and have them be chefs! That's what this AU basically is.

CHARACTER LINEUP:

CHARACTER CARDS:

SILLY STUFF:

THE LAMB SAUCE!!

COMICS:

The Kitchen The Lament

Small Q&A/FAQ:

Q: Are OCs allowed? A: Very much so! Please tag me in your OC's post so I can see your work! Q: Can I make fanart? A: Why, of course! If the fanart is NSFW then use the appropriate CW/TW for your safety! Q: Can I make fanfics? A: Eeyup! Go wild with your writing skills — and PLEASE TAG ME WHEHSHHDHDJDJSJS,,, Q: Can we ship what characters we want? A: Well, where do I start... you can ship anyone with each other as long as it doesn't include either Pomni or Caine (GEHEHEHEHE SHOWTIME RGRHRHEHDHHDHD)! So Ragatha x Jax or Jax x Gangle is allowed, but not Pomni x Jax or Kinger x Caine... please keep that in mind! (Taking a cue from @/sm-baby's Carnival AU here because I am a big Showtime shipper just like them)

Feel free to ask other questions about this AU!

BIG THANK YOU TO @endomentendo FOR INSPIRING ME ON MAKING THIS AU (they made a post on AU ideas)!

[despairforme]

TEN YEARS WITH NNOITRA !!!!!!!!!!

[ An. Entire. Decade. Dedicated to writing him, and blessed by him as a muse. It feels surreal to know that I've been writing him for this long. I somehow also always knew I'd reach 10 years, since I've never imagined myself not writing him.

10 years later, and I'm still excited about him. Still loving him. We've been through a lot together and I can thank him for my confidence, and for how he's allowed me to meet so many amazing people over the years. Taking the time to write him is always worth it, and all the hours I've spent writing for him are treasures to me.

Nnoitra is truly special to me as a character. He is the source of my inspiration and it's my honour and privilege to write him.

I thank my life for him.

And also! Thank you to ALL of you who've written with us over the years! You've made roleplaying my favorite hobby, and I have a ton of friends on here!

THANK YOU ALL!! And --- Onto the 11th year !!!!!!!!!!! ]

[dead-end-draws]

Hey! Saw your posts on concept art about the WOF tribes, and that inspired me to create bodyguard/pet headcanons. Just thought you might wanna check it out. Love your artstyle! Have a good day/night!

This is such a fun idea! I love this concept so much. We know Rainwings keep sloths, Mudwings raise livestock, and Winter was allowed to have a ‘pet’ scavenger, so it only makes sense dragons would domesticate and use animals to assist them in their tribes.

I’m imagining specifically Scarlet having a bird sanctuary now somewhere in the Sky Kingdom, maybe the throne room, and having them perched on her shoulder during all her book scenes now.

Thank you for sharing, I’m glad I could inspire you! WOF has so much potential for worldbuilding ideas, and you killed it with this one! 😁

[unknowable-known]

Hello, how are you? When I know myself, can I make everyone in the world fall in love with me instantly in the way I want, even if they don't know me, even if they don't know me, even if they don't see me, even if they are famous, and can I have and experience the relationship with them in the way I want and love in the way I want and sexuality in the way I want instantly, is it all possible?

I'm gonna be generous lol, since this is my first ask ever. This will also be the only such ask I'm gonna answer. You can go to void success stories or shifting reddit or whatever if you wish to keep coping thereafter. After this ask any "manifestation" cope questions will be swiftly deleted. You can always refer to this ask!

Also, I'm great thanks for asking! And hoping this finds you well🤍

So it's a resounding YES to your question. But tbh, your question is really desperate. Such a question is completely unnecessary. You simply allow such plot lines to unfold out of sheer curiosity, you know? You don't need to be so weird about this...

Because....

And because such desperation will keep you in experiential loops....

Again, you can keep coping and begging. Or you can know yourself, understand yourself, and discern the infinite textures of yourSELF!

There's nothing wrong with the apperance of desires. They can be used to inspire experiential textures of yourSELF. Just use the mind wisely and as intended. Know yourSELF first and foremost!

[iron-sparrow]

Friends who let you into the walled garden of their headcanons and guide you through the labyrinthine lore with enthusiastic delight ⸺ I cherish the privilege of being a receptacle to your boundless creativity.

I am blessed to be inspired by you. *·.o°·

[satans-knitwear]

Technical difficulties over on my OF, so I offer you more of this in gif format... ✨

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[inthewychelm]

@steddie-spooktober day 31 - trick-or-treat

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

[showtimepast2500]

To Tsukasa,

What's the funniest joke you know by heart?

From,

Anon ✨

[whysamwhy123]

Hmmm. What if I attempted to write a piece of Trash and posted it anonymously?

[questionablesuffixs]

Gift I

Character: Anodyne - For @freekymonstr

[just-a-silly-boy]

Inspired on @starbyop 's headcanon.

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Lord of the Flies modern au.

Simon wakes up with sleep paralysis.

.

Muted - Simon

.

It's dark and suffocating.

He feels wet creepers and foliage against his face and body as he goes on in the sultry darkness. Ahead of him is a flickering light from a bonfire he can never reach.

Simon hears voices. Laughter. Chants like from the Sunday masses. But the words don't make it to his understanding.

He tries to call, but his voice doesn't come out.

He shouts.

Screams.

But he makes no sound.

He becomes strangely aware of how loud his heart is beating.

The fire gleams with every beat, but he never gets close.

Darkness crumbles around him. Hugs him. He tries to call someone.

Nobody hears him.

The branches and foliage become denser. Thicker. It have fingers and hands and sharp claws.

And it hold his arms and push and pull on him.

He needs to get to the bonfire.

He needs to get to the voices.

He needs to tell them something.

But he has no voice.

And the hands and claws don't let him move.

His heart is drumming. It beats in his throat and he feels that pulsing ball preventing him from breathing.

His voice doesn't come out.

Hands and claws hurt his arms and legs. They scratch his body. They pull him from side to side. He want to tell them to let go, but they don't listen to him. The dark hands have no face. He has no voice.

Mass chants echoes and sounds like waves.

He seems to be falling now.

Or floating.

He tries to scream and water gets in his mouth.

He has no voice.

He tries to scream still but more water come in.

Salt.

Ice cold.

The bonfire is getting distant. Far away.

It's cold now and the hands are pulling him to the bottom of the darkness.

He can't scream.

He can't breathe.

He has no voice.

.

Simon opens his eyes slowly - a false peaceful awakening.

Everything is dark.

For an instant he still sees the dark hands clutching him and the distant fire. Then he is staring at his bedroom ceiling.

His heart is pounding in his chest, but his breath isn't keeping up to it. He can't breathe enough.

He can't get enough air.

But he is peacefuly laying on his back.

He tries to move, but his body won't obey. He's scary. A unnameable fear posses his mind. He tries to call someone. But only his eyes move, searching for God knows what in the darkness of his bedroom.

He can't tell if he's awake or not. He can't feel his body. But he feels a painful tingle creeping up his immobile limbs. From his fingertips, through his arms and legs.

He can't breathe enough. He feels dizzy.

The tingling of his body now becomes painful. Like needles and then spears piercing him.

He struggles to move. No reaction, only more painful tinglings. He looks in all directions because his eyes are the only part of his body that seems alive now.

There's something heavy in your chest that prevents you from breathing deeply. But he feels like floeating.

He can't say for how long that last. Feels like an eternity. Maybe a few seconds.

When he finally manages to move his head to the side, he manages to take a deep breath too. And with the air come the control of his muscles.

His whole body is still tingling terribly and every movement is a torture.

But he moves.

He can move.

He turns on his side and curls up. And take a deep breath again. And again. And again. His heart slowly calms down.

And he tests his voice softly.

"... Hullo...?"

He let out a soft, shy smile at the sound of his voice.

And sings quietly to himself staring into the night.

Simon is afraid to close his eyes and not open them again. He is afraid that the little air he can breathe will be his last. He is afraid of something unspeakable.

And he is afraid to think about it.

He thinks of his friends from the Church choir instead.

And sings to himself.