#theh both need it

[dollys-perfect-world]

Headcannoning the most random characters as age regressors is my favorite thing to do

[randalthorstits]

I might stick with Minrathous as Claudia bc I think it fits best for the theme of regret. She’ll have to walk around her blighted home and see the people she cares abt suffering and constantly be weighing if it was worth it. Also I just feel like it fits with paralleling Solas. You were both trying to save the world and in the process destroyed your home

[jarofstyles]

Pierced

Hi my ducklings! So this is part 2 of Pierced Through The Heart but it can be read as a standalone! I'm sorry it took me so long I've been hella depressed lol. I hope you lover her!

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Warnings- mention of needles, piercing is done/described, oral sex

“Alright… So tell me honestly. No bullshit. How badly does this hurt?” Swinging her legs on the bench, she watched her boyfriend gather what he needed for the piercings.

After becoming his official girlfriend- which hadn’t taken very long- she was quick to cash in on her free piercing promise. The first had been a cartilage piercing, but this was definitely a bigger decision.

Her nipples.

Harry looked up from his preparations, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the hidden nervousness in her eyes. She liked to play tough but he knew how she was. He didn’t tease her about it too much, but he knew. “It really depends. I’ve had a lot of people who say it doesn’t hurt nearly at all, some who say it does, but only a few who have passed out from it. But I’ll make it quick, promise. And afterwards, you’ll have something beautiful to show for it.”

“I mean, I think I’ve got a good pain tolerance.”

The shop was closed for the day, leaving only Harry and Y/N in the place. It was quieter than she would have imagined, only the noise of their chatting and the soft music on the radio in the back. It had been louder when she came to get her cartilage done when she had brought lunch for both of them a few weeks back. “Hey. wait.” Her brow raised. “Have you ever fucked a customer?”

“Well fuck, come right out with it then.” Harry chuckled at the sudden change in topic, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Her lack of filter was something he did like about her though. “No, love, can’t say I have.” He walked over to where she was sitting on the bench, leaning against the wall next to her.

He reached out and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently tracing along her jawline. “But I have to say, the idea of fucking a customer who sits on this very bench, getting pierced by my hands, is a pretty tempting one.”

Y/N felt her face heat, his blatant flirtation still getting to her and making her feel giddy. Once the confession had been made, he had fallen completely into loverboy mode- with a libido that she heavily enjoyed the benefits of. “Hm.” It pleased her that he hadn’t had anyone here. She would have been jealous… but knowing he was flirting with the idea of doing it with her? That was a welcomed answer. “Maybe if you’re good and be nice to me when you pierce my tits, I’ll consider it.”

He was always oh, so nice to her. He worshipped her, really. It was insane, actually, sometimes making her wonder if her previous lovers actually liked her at all because the way Harry treated her seemed so genuine and second nature and yet so enamored that she was shocked. The smirk on his lips as he placed the sanitized packaging down on the table beside them made her tummy flip.  “Oh, love, I promise I’ll be extra gentle when I pierce those perky little nipples of yours. They’re my favorite too, y’know.”

“Mmm.” She pursed her lips to hold back a. grin. “You better. I’m delicate, you know.”

Harry chuckled lightly, moving away from her ear and looking into her eyes. He raised a hand to cup her chin, gazing at her like she was the only thing he wanted to look at in this whole world. She sorta was. “Alright, delicate flower. Take that top off and let me see those tits.”

Y/N couldn’t help her laugh, shaking her head as she undid the buttons of her shirt. Harry was the professional here, so he had given her the rundown on how it was going to work- including the fact that he couldn’t play with them for a while after to make sure they healed properly. He had mourned that but quickly got over it when he imagined her, audibly, having them pierced. Theh would suit her incredibly well.

“I’m still sad you’ll have to keep your mouth off of them for a while.” She pouted, opening her shirt to expose her breasts to him. “What a shame.”

Harry chuckled as he watched her, finding her cute when she pouted—he wanted to kiss that pout, but could stop himself from doing so. He stared at her bare breasts longingly, nodding at what she had said. "I know, it is a shame. I’ll get back to it soon enough, though."

Reaching out, he gently took one of her nipples between his fingers, giving it a soft pinch before letting go and reaching for the other. He did the same, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive buds as he admired them. "Fuck, they really are perfect. I'm going to love piercing these."

The touch had her squeezing her legs together. While it wasn’t the most pleasant thing to remember that her boyfriend had his hands on plenty other breasts when he had to pierce them, she assumed he wasn’t as liberal with the touching as he was now. “God, that feels nice.” She whispered, letting the shirt fall off her shoulders.

Harry's gaze darkened at the sight of her bare breasts, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. He realized he was getting a little ahead of himself, but he couldn't help it—she was just too captivating. "Yeah?" He smirked at her, letting go of her nipples before reaching up to play with her breasts in their entirety. He lifted them, feeling their weight in his hands, gently massaging with his fingers. He couldn't wait to do the same with the barbells in them.

“H….” Y/N’s voice was scolding but barely so, breathy as she leaned her head back and watched as he held them in his palms. His big fucking hands that felt so good whenever he touched her. “You’re being dirty… I hope you aren’t like this with your paying clients.” She teased.

Letting out a laugh, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he teased them. "Oh, M’always the most professional with my clients. But with you...I can't help myself." He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he added "You're the only one I can be dirty with, Y/N. The only one I can touch however I want, say whatever I want. And right now, I want to bury my face between your tits and not come up for air."

“D’you think you should?” She whispered. “You know… Cause you’re not gonna be able to for a while while they’re healing… feel kinda bad that your favorite toys are gonna be for looking and no touching.”

 "I do think about it, believe me. I fucking hate that they'll be out of bounds for a while." He nuzzled into her neck, groaning softly as he pressed a kiss to the skin. "But at the same time, I'm fucking thrilled to get to see these beauties every day, even if it means no touching." 

“You are insane.” She widened her thighs for him to stand between her legs. “Luckily, I like it. So I give you permission to suck on them a little bit… one last taste for a bit.”

Harry's eyes lit up, and he didn't waste a moment in moving to comply with her request. He leaned forward, capturing one of the nipples between his lips and sucking gently. He could feel her arching into him, moaning softly as he teased the sensitive flesh.

Y/N let out a soft moan, the cool metal of his tongue piercing brushing against the pebbled nipple. his large hand held her breast in his hand, keeping it where he wanted as she leaned back on her hand, giving him access to her chest. “God, that piercing is the best thing you’ve done to yourself.” His tongue was the best one.

Harry chuckled softly against her skin, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. He was relishing in this moment, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. "I knew you'd like it." he murmured, his words vibrating through her breast.

Holding it still, giving his tongue free reign to tease the the sensitive skin. He could feel her heart beating faster under his touch, her breath hitching as he played with her. It was so lovely that his pleasure in giving was just as appreciated in receiving.

To Y/N, every movement of Harry's tongue sent sparks shooting directly to her cunt. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was concentrated on the tips of her tits, and the cool metal only heightened the sensation. With gentle yet firm sucks and teasing licks, he had her sensitive nipples hardened and tingling, the sensation making her arch into his face. One hand held the back of his neck, her own head falling back as he switched back to the other nipple.

“Jesus…” She laughed breathlessly as his teeth grazed the swollen skin. “Careful, baby. You’ve still got t’pierce it. Don’t make me too sensitive.”

Harry chuckled against her skin, pulling back slightly. "You think m’new at this? I know my girl’s tits, baby." He said, smirking as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I know just how far to push it." 

“Mhm.” She narrowed her eyes at him, reaching up to wipe some of his spit from the corner of his mouth. It was shocking how dirty he could get, considering how clean every other part of his life was. “Let’s go then. I gave you your time. I want my nipples pierced.”

Adjusting his position, albeit with a slight pout, he reached for the tray of sterilized needles and other equipment to get it all ready. He didn’t forget the main objective. "Yes ma'am, we’ll get right to it." He sighed, playfully saluting her.

It took little time before she had Harry carefully cleaning her nipples with a medicated wipe, making sure every inch of skin was prepped for the piercing. He then applied a small amount of numbing gel to minimize any discomfort, massaging it into her nipples with gentle fingers. He tried to innocently say it was to help it work better but she only had to give him a look before he let it be.

“Alright, darlin’. Gonna be just like how I told you, okay?” Giving her a reassuring smile, he settled in front of her. “S’gonna pinch, but it’ll be over quickly. When I start to do it, let out and breat through your nose.” Harry's hands were steady as he picked up the needle, focusing on her left nipple first. He pinched the skin lightly with a sterile clamp, ensuring that her piercing would be straight and perfect. He then aligned the needle, giving her the instruction to give her exhale before pushing it quickly through her skin.

She winced slightly as the needle pierced her skin, but Harry was right there to soothe her. He quickly attached the short piece of jewelry and moved to her other nipple, repeating the process. This time around, she knew what to expect and took it better than before.

Her agony lasted just a moment, but he didn't feel right about letting her endure pain alone. Once her nipples were pierced and the jewelry sturdily in place, he was thorough, making sure everything was clean and sanitary before removing his gloves and gripping her chin and placing a soft peck to her lips. “You, lovely, took that better than most people I’ve ever pierced.” His words were genuine. Y/N really had taken it better than grown men had.

“Really?” Her eyes had teared up a bit during the process and yeah- it had hurt.. But it was tolerable enough. She could feel it throbbing as the new piercings adjusted, Harry helping her pull her shirt back on. He had taken the liberty to button her top back, making her grin at how second nature it was for him. Harry liked to take care of her in any way, she was finding out more and more each day.

His thumb stroked over her cheek to wipe away a stray tear, letting out a little hum. "Yeah, honestly, you did amazing. I'm proud of you. Fuck, I bet you're a beautiful crier, aren't you?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she caressed his jaw. The beard was growing in and she loved how it felt under her fingers as she ran them over his face. “You tell me everything I do is beautiful. I think you’re biased.”

Harry's heart warmed as she caressed his jaw. He fucking loved the feeling of her fingers against him. It had become second nature now for her to touch as she pleased and he couldn’t get enough of it. He leaned into her touch, nuzzling her hand with his cheek before pulling it down to kiss her knuckles.  "Yeah, m’totally fucking biased, but why the hell wouldn't I be?" He smirked down at her, stilling her hands and placing them both around the back of his neck before stealing another kiss. "I think you're beautiful, amazing, fuckin’ hilarious, smart as hell… sexy.” He smirked, making her scoff. “No, none of that. I mean every word.” Cradling her cheek, he took a moment to look at her before his eyes drifted down to his now covered work on her tits. “And M’more than honored that now a piece of my work is on your body.”

He watched as she looked down at her covered chest, he could tell she was admiring the work even while covered. "How do you feel?" He inquired lightly.

“I’m good.” It wasn’t really a pain now more than a soreness. But what she hadn’t expected was how it had… sort of turned her on. That pain and the reminder of it made her wake in a different way. Sure, they’d fucked around a bit and he had spanked her and stuff, but this sort of pain was different. Add in the fact that he had said in a fuck drunk lusty spiel against her ear the night before that he was horny over being the one to give her the piercing because it would feel like another claim to her, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So naturally, it was time to do something about it.

“I think you did a good job… so I think it’s time for your tip.” A mischievous smirk lit up her lips as she slowly slid to the floor from the bench, knees on the tile as she reached for his belt.

"Fuck, baby." Harry couldn't help but groan at her words, his hands finding her hair as she knelt on the floor in front of him. When she began to work on his belt, he felt his cock jerk to attention and he held his breath. “You don’t have t’do that, baby. I… I didn’t do it for you t’suck me.”

“I know.” Her warm hand ran over his cock, feeling it twitch up against her palm. “That’s partially why I wanna.” It was easy work getting his belt off, leaning in and kissing his cock over his jeans. “Is this an acceptable tip?”

Harry's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back on the counter, his fingers slowly carding through her hair. "Y/N…" he groaned out, his hips moving forward when she mouthed at his erection over the denim. "…yeah, that's an… s’an acceptable tip. Only for you."

Harry's lips parted as he felt her teeth gently skim over the length of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. "Fuck, don’t…" Harry's hands tightened in her hair, his head falling back against the counter as she continued to mouth at his dick through his jeans. "Y/N, stop, please... I don't wanna cum like this. Want your mouth."

“Oh?” Her eyes lit up at how heavily it effected him. “What about this has you all worked up, baby? I’ve barely touched you…”

Harry's breath hitches in his throat as she speaks, his heart racing in his chest. He looks down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration. "It's because you're being so fucking gentle with me." His voice strained as she ran her finger over the waistline of uis jeans. Something about how she treated him, especially when she got that teasing look on her face, got him all riled up.

“Hm… you like me being all gentle, then?” Looking up at him through her lashes, she gently lifted her other hand under his shirt and lightly dragged her nails down his abdomen. “You like when m’nice and sweet to you?”

Harry shuddered at the feeling of her nails scraping against his skin, a low moan rising in his throat. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped out, fingers taking root in her hair. "I love when you're sweet to me… S’nice having such a sweet girl all for me."

“You’re so hot, H.” She grinned, fingers clasping on his button and slowly dragging down his zipper. “I love that you like that about me. Promise I’ll make this good.” his briefs had a wet patch from his cock leaking, her finger tracing over his twitching length. “Wanna be in my mouth?”

Harry's breath hitches as she speaks, his hips jerking forward as her finger traces over his leaking head. "Yes," he whispers, his voice strained. "I want to be in your mouth so fucking bad, m’baby..." He looks down at her, his eyes pleading. "Please, Y/N... just give me somethin’." His hands are tightened slightly in her hair, his body thrumming with need. 

Sharp jaw clenched, his body tensed as she slowly licked along the base of his shaft, lapping up the bead of moisture at the tip. He watches her, his eyes dark with desire, his voice ragged as he mumbled her name again, pulling her further in. Seeing him slightly desperate really did it for her- so she decided to give it to him. Slowly sucking the tip into her mouth, her tongue lapped over the leaking slit before she let herself sink down a little, pulling back with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Like that?”

Harry groaned, his head falling back as she started to suck on the tip. "Yes, jus’ like that, baby. Suck me right into that perfect mouth.” Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she slowly took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Seeing her lips stretched around his girth made him throb harder, his eyes nearly rolling back from the sensation. "That's it, sweetheart. Can I give you some more?"

Before she took him in deeper she nodded, letting Harry's hands find their place in her hair. Holding her in place as he started to thrust gently, his cock slid in and out of her mouth with a sinfully wet sound that had him reeling. His breath hitched as he looked down at her, his perfect vision as he watched his cock disappear between those perfect lips over and over.

Y/N looked like a fucking wet dream. Her lips were plump and stretched around his cock, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. Her eyes were half closed as she focused on him, her brows furrowed in concentration as she took him deeper. A string of spittle connected the tip of his cock to her lips for a moment as she pulled back before plunging back down, her nose nuzzling into the groomed thatch of hair on his groin. Her hands gripped his thighs for support, a blush rising on her cheeks as she continued to pleasure him, letting him lead.

When she took him all the way down, Harry threw his head back and let out a low moan. He felt her gag slightly, her lips brushing against his balls as she tried to take every inch of him. "Oh fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good. Knew you could do it. Tha’s my fucking girl." The guttural groan had her whimpering around him, teary eyes opening a little more to look up at him. It was one of her favorite parts about giving head- getting to see his pretty face contorted with pleasure that she was providing. 

Harry's thighs shook a little as she sucked him messily, her tongue working him over with each bob of her head. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his breath coming in short, quick bursts. "Shit, sweetheart. M’gonna cum soon if you don't stop." Y/N was talented at giving head, better than anyone he had been with, and it was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because… obviously. A curse, because he didn’t last as long as he wanted to. He wanted to savor every bit of it.

Harry felt his balls tightening, signaling that he was about to come. He didn't want it to end so soon, but Y/N was just too good at what she did for him. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "Goddammit, angel."

She moaned as he kissed her, hand falling down to his spot soaked cock and stroking it in her palm. The wet click of her strokes meddled with their kissing, making her even more eager to finish him off. “It’s okay, baby.” She breathed against his mouth. “Don’t care if it’s quick. Just like making you feel good. I love how you feel in my mouth. Can’t get enough of you. Jus’ let me go back and suck you more, want you to finish in my mouth.”

Harry's breathing quickened at her words. "Shit. If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna fucking cum right now." He closed his eyes as she dropped back to her knees. It was only natural as she went back to sucking him, her hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as she gave tight strokes.

He really, really couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as Y/N went back to sucking him. Her tongue worked its magic on his tip before she took him in as deep as she could, swallowing around him to make him hiss. He felt her hand moving in time with her mouth, creating a perfect rhythm.

Harry's eyes rolled back as he felt Y/N's warm lips delve down for a moment, licking over his sac before returning to his cock. He could already tell he wasn't going to last long, the feeling building in his balls. Grabbing onto her already messy hair, he pulled her closer. "Fuck, baby." He could feel his orgasm building, the feeling spreading from his balls and up his shaft. "Ah, fuck, Baby..” he whined, gritting his teeth. “M’gonna cum, keep fuckin’ doing that. My perfect girl, always make me feel so good. Filthy little thing getting on your knees for me after I pierce your tits. God, m’so obsessed with you." He was babbling a bit, but he couldn’t help it. It truly felt so good that he could pass out given the chance. 

Y/N could hear the desperation in Harry's voice, knew he was close. She loved giving him this kind of pleasure, the kind that made him lose it a little bit. Ever since their first time he had no qualms about showing her how much he adored her while she did this, and it only got better with time. As weird as it may seem, she really loved making him feel good, the weight of him in her mouth- but she wanted to finish him. She picked up her pace and used her free hand to fondle his balls.

"Fuuuck..." Harry hissed, his breath hitching as Y/N added that in, making him lose it. It was too much, too fucking much and he loved it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud moan, he came. It orgasm hit him hard and fast, his cock pulsing against her tongue as he released his load into her warm and waiting mouth. He tried his best to warn her, but he couldn't form words as he rode out his high. Y/N continued to suck him off as he came hard, milking the last of his orgasm out. She swallowed everything, looking up at him with a hum of satisfaction. Harry was utterly spent, and all that could leave his lips was a shaky grunt of her name.

That was the only thing she wanted to hear when he felt good.

Pulling off of him, a string of spit hung between her lips and the tip of his cock as she smiled up at him, utterly pleased with herself. Getting Harry to cum like that was a privilege, one that she was lucky enough to be the only one to do.

Letting out a laugh in disbelief, he grabbed a handful of Y/N's hair and pulled her up to meet his lips in a deep, messy kiss. He tasted himself on her lips and tongue, only adding to his post-orgasm haze. He held her there, kissing her sloppily as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck me, that was incredible.” He mumbled into the kiss. “Can barely feel my fuckin’ feet.”

“Good.” Her smile was giddy as she pulled back to wipe her mouth, giving him her most innocent smile. “Hope you enjoyed your tip, baby. If I ever find out someone else did the same, I’ll kill them.” She said in an overly sweet tone.

He chuckled, pulling her close again, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. As if he’d ever need anyone else with the way she made him feel. "Only you do it for me, babe."

“Damn right.” She grumbled, pulling back and wiping her mouth. “Now that payment has been approved… I think I need you to feed me actual food, please.”

Still slightly reeling, he hummed, rubbing his hand over his messy hair as he watched her walk off to grab her coat. "Fine, fine. Let's get some food. Can’t let my number one client starve.”

[kirihoon]

BAKUGOU GETTING HIT WITH A TRUTH QUIRK

because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

cw: tons of curse words

"Bakugou-san, are you okay?" you ask him. You saw him get hit with a villain's quirk earlier. Though he seems physically fine. Well, relatively. He has more than a few scratches and bruises from the fight. Nothing that'll leave a mark tho. You're still worried of how the quirk might affect him.

"tsk. I'm not fine! I'm hurt!" you stood there shocked at his response. Never in the five years you've known him has he ever answered that way. You've heard him say he was fine while being wheeled into the hospital, stabs all over him.

Bakugou is just as shocked at his answer.

That isn't what he meant to say! He's not fucking weak! He's the strongest hero, damn it!

But he doesn't have time to ponder this because you quickly move over to him, checking every inch of his body and muttering that he needs to go to the hospital.

"Oy! I said I'm not fine." He meant to say he was fine! He swears! Please don't think he's some weak ass hero who can't handle a few cuts. "Fuck! That isn't what I meant to say!"

At this point, you're freaking the fuck out. How hurt does he have to be to actually admit it? You don't even register you're surroundings. Neither of you notice the villain tied up and smirking at you and Bakugou's little conversation.

"Are you in pain? What can I do? How can I help? I swear it's gonna be okay. Okay? Don't panic, don't fucking panic!" you say in a rushed increasingly higher voice.

You are definitely not panicking, nope. Bakugou's fine. He's a hero. He's a great, strong, and resilient hero. He's going to be okay. He is. You promise yourself that he is. But, but what if?

Your breathing quickens now. This can't be happening. He can't, he can't do this. You haven't even been able to confess your feelings to him. You've been hyping yourself up for a couple months now, ever since you've decided to admit you like him after a few years of silence. He can't not let you at least say it. Selfish bastard.

"Y/n? Are you okay? I know you're cute as fuck when you're worrying about me but you don't have to. I'm going to be okay."

What. The. Fuck. Where the fuck did that come from? Bakugou didn't mean to say that. Well, it is true, he thinks. But all his blood is now rushing to his cheeks. Blush reaching even his ears and neck.

You're no better. You're wide eyes from panic are now due to you being flustered. Okay, calm down Y/n. There has to be a rational reason why a hero waaayyy out of your league is saying you're cute. Maybe he got hit in the head a little too hard? Maybe it was a quirk that makes him lie or damaged his eyesight or something. Yeah, that's probably it.

You say nothing as you turn around and find a medic who could help him. You practically sprint away from him. Your heart is beating too fast. Maybe you should find yourself a medic too.

Bakugou is left there, embarrassed. Oh no. He's an idiot. Y/n ran away. Of course, they don't like him that way. That sweet angel sent by the gods. How could theh ever like a loud, aggressive, and angry man like him?

He needs to explain himself. Maybe he could say it was a joke. But that seems cruel. Maybe he could say he wasn't talking about you. No, that doesn't even make sense. Maybe he could blame Deku. Yeah, that always works. But how could he make it seem like Midoriya's fault.

He ends his inner monologue and decides he should just talk to you. He found you alone near one of the ambulances, looking around.

"Hey, y/n. Let me explain." Okay that's the easy part. Now, for the actual explaining part. He's a mighty hero, he's taken down a shit ton of villains. Why does this seem to be way harder. "The truth is, I like you. I have for a while now. It's true, you're cute when you worry. Especially when it's about me. It's nice to know I matter enough to you for you to actually care if I'm okay."

Huh? That's both of your reactions. Where the fuck did that come from? This time, Bakugou is the one to leave. Embarrassed and scared of your response.

You catch up to him and grab his wrist. "I like you too, Bakugou-san! I thought I never had a chance with you. Please, go on a date with me!" Your puppy dog eyes stare at him, into his soul. You patiently wait for his response despite your growing anxiety. "F-fine! Dumbass. I should have been the one to ask you out." He says, rolling his eyes. Yet, he still couldn't hide the smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes while staring at you.

Six months later, you and Bakugou are happily together. You and him were sorting through a couple criminals' files for a report when you stumble across the incident that kick-started your relationship. Only then did you realize he was hit with a truth quirk.

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Bonus:

"What just happened?" A flabbergasted Midoriya asks as he watched the interaction between Bakugou and Y/n.

"I genuinely don't know." Kirishima answers, looking equally shocked.

The villain snickered, "I know what happened~" he says in a teasing tone. The two men look at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I hit him with a truth quirk, he can only say the truth for a couple hours" he says, smirking despite the chains around him.

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"Hey, Bakubro! Who's your best and manliest bro in the whole world?" Kirishima asks Bakugou back at the office. Only the two of them and Midoriya are present. They just finished discussing the logistics of the incident.

"What the fuck? Obviously it's you, Shitty Hair!"

"Aw, Bakubro, you're so sweet!"

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"Soooo, Kacchan, do you like, only pretend to still hate me?" Midoriya felt guilty for using the villain's quirk but this was just too good to let go.

"Of course, you're my oldest friend and stuck with me through my bullshit. I'll be a damned fool to actually hate you now." Midoriya straight up just bursts into tears.

He's going to kill these two.

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a/n: yey finally finished with this. imagine all the questions kaminari would ask him if he found out.

[ask-mithrun]

I don't hold the desire to care about or believe the ancient magic propaganda imposed by my kind. I am against it in my own volition, actually.

It isn't magic in its purest form. It is magic with no restrictions. Ancient magic isn't inherently evil—but the demons that it can summon are. That is why it is prohibited. You have seen the damage the demon can do to world, it may be gone now, but it woll come back if you keep up with what you are doing.

Perhaps—you are the ignorant one here since you were born in an era where the dangers of that capacity of magic weren't realized yet.

Hear me out. Ex dungeon lords amusement park outing. You all need to get out of your depression fart domes. Wash you emotional support water bottle while you are at it, crawl out of your dutch oven blankets and come have fun. @flekisquestionplace

Im not sure if my noodle place is really a "depression fart dome but— sure. Im not opposed. It sounds like something that can help me gain new desires...

What do you think

@realcourtjester @askmarcille ...?

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 59 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 58.1 | lesson 58.2 | lesson 60.1 | lesson 60.2

we really only have one lesson left...ouch

I KNEW IT what did i tell yall. i kinda figured it wouldn't be as complicated as meeting the past versions of themselves bc they wouldn't have enough time to flush it out but yk. i was kinda right

and they're playing that weird eerie ding-dong background music that takes me back to the beginning of nb. ah the memories (pls tell me you know what i'm talking about)

we as the audience know that everything is gonna be fine, but imagine being levi in this situation...i'd have to end it all if things didn't work out. like i'd never be able to forgive myself

like i know the boys are trying to be helpful but they know damn well 😭

did lucifer teleport them out ??? all i saw was a flash and then theh were back at the HOL

and poor levi :(( he did everything he was supposed to. it's out of his hands and he still blames himself for something that's not even his fault

...this mf

i think i speak for all of us when i say lucifer needs to get his ass beat

he's always going on about how reckless his brothers are and blah blah blah but LOOK AT YOU !!! YOU'RE TEN TIMES WORSE

him and mc both. self sacrificial ass bitches

in all honesty, i'm glad that he's okay first and foremost. secondly, i'm glad that he's not an angel again. it felt like they were going in that direction and i would've broke my phone if they made him an angel again

there's still one lesson left...pls don't piss me off

also raphael openly showing emotion instea dof bottling it up until the point of literal and figurative disaster ??? talk about growth

i'm glad that we got a flushed out (ish) raphael arc but i really really wish they did more with the side characters as a whole, raphael included. it feels like too little too late, especially with thirteen and mephisto

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE

but deadass who is this person. like the name sounds familiar but maybe i'm tripping. who ARE you.

y'all can introduce a whole new mf character - with no character design mind you - but not introduce michael properly. i don't even NEED a fucking design at this point. just give me more than some breadcrumbs and i'll be happy

this also feels like the writers explanation at why there's so many loose ends 🥲 "yeahh we kinda got shot in the foot and cant flush out anything, and are forced to rush storylines to try and wrap everything up. whoops"

obviously picked the best option. tf do you think i am???

her special reward is mc's hand in marriage /hj (/srs)

the panicked look on both of their faces...tf is going on

and ofc they end the second to last lesson on a cliffhanger. my gawd

[just-ray]

Just finished a meet up with my friends, some of whom have some opinions on transgenderism that I dissagree with and im shy to express my oppinions sometimes in case i conduct myself badly so I need to detox by yelling my opinions at tumblr into the void

I THINK GENDERFLUID PEOPLE ARE REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEOPRONOUNS ARE VALID LIKE OMFG WHK CARES JUST RESLECT PEOPLE WHY U GOTTA GO OFF AT THEM FOR NO REASON BRO THEY JUST LIVING!!!!

TRANS WOMEN SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE CONSERVATIVE FOR YOU TO RESPECT THEM!!!!!

THERE IS LITERALLY NO REASON TO COMPARE THE HOLOCAUST AND STALINS REGIEME THEY WERE BOTH HORRIBLE!!

IF A TRANS WOMAN COMMITS AN ATROCITY YOU SHOULDN'T RANDOMLY START MISGENDERING HER, BECAUSE THAT AFFECTS ALL TRANS PEOPLE BC IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE TRANS ACCEPTANCE IS CONDITIONAL GIRL IDK IM NOT A TRANS WOMAN IM NOT EVEN A WOMAN I JUST FEEL LIKS YOU SHOULD CALL HER OUT ON WHAT SHE DID LIKE JUST BECAUSE YOU LOOSE RESPECT FOR HER AS A PERSON DOSENT MEAN YOU HAVE TO LOOSE BELIEF IN HER AS A WOMAN IDK

NONBIANARY PEOPLE ARENT SECRETLY CONFUSED TRANS/CIS MEN/WOMEN

INTERSEX PEOPLE SHOULD GET TO IDENTIFY WITH THE QUEER COMMUNITY IF THEY CHOOSE TO, WHICH THEH WONT ALWAYS AND THATS OKAY TOO

"WOKE" USUALLY JJST MEANS "HAS A DECENT BASIC LEVEL OF RESPECT FOR PEOPLE"

[honey-minded-hivemind]

After watching the end of the security footage, the yans swear they have gone crazy, some shadows seem to move on their own, small items start to go missing in the manor, and those with more sensitive ears swear they hear scratching in the walls at night. Even the kids say things at school are weird. Forgotten homework turns up in their bag, and their lockers had been reorganized. Scott's car gets new tires overnight, and the x-wing always has a full tank of fuel.

Jean wakes up in the middle of the night, needing to use the restroom. On her way back, she runs into Professor Xavier, who had been up late worrying about Reader. They sit and chat in the kitchen for a bit, hoping a cup of tea will calm their nerves and distract them from the scratching they are definitely hearing now.

Both are suddenly slammed with a powerful telepathic force, bringing Jean to the floor in pain. It's far away, it's in the walls, it's too little, it's too much.

It's not malicious at all.

It'd clumsy, but it's not trying to hurt them. Whatever it is just doesn't know how not to. They can feel it's panic and attempts to soothe until they can't take anymore and black out.

Both wake up in the morning, and they're tucked safely in their beds. No headache or pain to tell them that last night's force was real or a bad dream. All the while, they are unaware of a pair of glowing eyes remorsefully watching them from the shadows, paintings, and cracks in the wall.

The strange occurrences scare them at first.

The found homework, the scratching in the walls, the extra snacks and warm blankets added to the kitchen and bedrooms... It escalates to the cars having new tires, the vehicles always having fuel, favorite foods made and waiting to be eaten, soft cries at night that echo in the shadowed halls...

It scares the cr*p out of everyone.

Are they being haunted? Is the thing that k*lied Reader's abusers come after them next?

Except... whatever their resident ghost or creature or cryptid wants, it isn't their death or suffering. They just- leave food, find forgotten items, clean the kitchen and rooms, and generally help out. They aren't malicious, whatever they are. They're quite helpful. Always keeping food warm, keeping the halls clean, making sure food and blankets and comfort items are always stocked... If only theh knew what it was...

The night Jean and The Professor hear the creature, feel the way it clumsily tries to project its thoughts, they feel worried- obviously this is someone who is hurt, their mind broken in small pieces that are hard to connect, their thoughts focused on trying to make others happy and pleased- but when it overwhelms them, it becomes too much. It stings, it hurts, but all they can pick up is the creature is sorry, and then it all fades out to nothingness...

When they wake up, there's fresh tea made, coffee and bacon and pancakes on dishes ready to he eaten, and extra blankets wrapped up in neat bundles in their room and the living room. The walls are quieter, the rooms seem less... alive. They can hear the faint fluttwr of noise as the breeze rocks the curtains, the fabric roiling and fluctuating in the wind...

Did they just imagine it, or... did that creature they heard, the one who tried to reach out...? It couldn't be... Yet, was it possible? The being seemed familiar, in a broken, warped way... They felt for the poor thing, so lost and scared and anxious. Perhaps they can try to locate it, and coax it our of hiding...

Yet no one notices the being who slips out, with glowing eyes and sharp fingers, that slips away in the morning dawn, never caught and filled with deep, heavy sadness... The shadows seem to wrap around it, the trees hide it from sight, the world seems colder and more quiet when it passes by... But it slips away all the same, disappearing to where no one can find it...

(Shall we go even darker, @sugar-soda ? What did you think?)

[xo-cod]

I made manicotti last night and the entire time I was thinking about how I was making it for the 141 (for motivation ofc) and how much they just need to be taken care of bc they’re precious babes who deserve a break and a warm home-cooked meal ):

<3

-🕊️

aww they do !! :(( especially being away from family and even if they know how to cook the basics, it's just to ensure they don't starve. just eating the minimum so they have enough energy to get through the day.

until you came along and cooked for them and their hearts absolutely melting in pieces. you making sure they ate until they genuinely felt full, taking your time to know their preferences and cooking something that falls in line with that.

simon and price being so shocked because they hadn't had someone like that in years, someone that cared enough about him let alone cook a meal that was his favourite. them both just looking at you with pure love, pure adoration, pure shock that you could be so gentle and so kind hearted

gaz and soap getting all soft because your cooking reminds them of home and they can't exptess how grateful they are for you. your food reminding them that even if the world was crass and horrible, there was always something to look forwards to <33

and theh adore when you cook because it has the one thing they can't find anywhere, love

[brazilian-whalien52]

However, I feel that pupha and tian aren't open with their relationship. Looking at how they interact with people around them, i feel like they don't know they are dating or at least don't have an official confirmation. It makes sense, since villages normally tend to be conservative. Also explain why the kids point out pran as paphu boyfriend in front of tian. To me it gives a more realistic feel, yes we are watching a BL, the story is about romance, but the real world is still there in small things. However, this does take it tool in the characters and manifest in different ways.

thinking about the metatextuality of it all and how this our skyy crossover is a lot about about telling your own story. it's fascinating that tian published his diary in order to inspire others to come to the mountains, to find happiness like he did. duplicating the effects of torfun's diary which brought him here in the first place. this is why he's so open to it being adapted, to sharing his love story. but it also goes back to the tension in atots about keeping torfun's diary and tian's connection to her a secret.

phupha's unease about their story being shared so openly makes a lot of sense especially in relation to atots. pran comes in knowing more about him than he knows of pran, even what food he likes, putting them on unequal footing. similarly, tian arrived already knowing what torfun had written down. and there's the added factor that tian's version of the story doesn't account for phupha's own. they haven't decided together what story they want to tell.

and then pat and pran and also trying to tell their own story, curating who knows about their relationship, projecting only some of the truth. rewriting their tragedy. distorted behind the curtain like in the first part of ep 1.

it's interesting that they're not even fully out about their relationship here in the mountains, still jokingly calling each other buddy, even though it seems to be a pretty open secret. there are a lot of callbacks to episode 11 and their honeymoon, referencing it as the last time they could really be themselves. this getaway is both a chance to be more open, but there's still pressure to hide. even though they show a lot of agency in choosing to keep dating in secret, it still is wearing on them.

both pat and pran and phu and tian are at odds because of how their story is being told, how their story is being forced upon them.

[rozugold]

OMG CAPTAIN ON YOUR DI!TUBBO RAMBLE(which I loved every bit of :D) WHEN YOU SAID CLINGY WAS GRIEVING EACH OTHER I PHYSICALLY PUT MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH IN SHOCK

BROOO YOU CAN NOT BE PUTTING OUT BANGER AFTER BANGER

AJEJIDWHICJXSKIC YOUR HONOR DI!CLINGY MAKES ME ILL I NEED TO BE SEDATED

- Captain Rice 🍚

-GRIPS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS- CAPTAINN THEH MAKE ME SO ILLL

They both lose their best friend and when they get them back they come back wrong different. They don’t know how to hold hands anymore… they feel unfamiliar. But giving up is not an option. Even when there’s guilt laced in every interaction, or their presence becomes suffocating. One clings to hard and the other must let him go and break his heart to save him. But he doesn’t feel saved, all he feels is his heart broken yet again…

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

Mod's Self Indulgent Polyship Poll

Vote for your favorite!!

Georgie/Melanie/Basira/Daisy:

Not Canon. This one is for the toxic yuri lovers 💖 Georgie and Melanie as canonically a couple and I refuse to separate them. Daisy/Basira have a very strong codependent "us against the world" relationship that a lot of people choose to interpret as romantic. For the purposes of this polyship so do I. During season 3 Melanie and Basira start becoming closer, bonding mostly over the anger they share due to their circumstances. I think this bond has the potential to become a relationship, although maybe they are not fully in love with each other, but their mutual understanding bring them a sense of comfort they need. I don't see Daisy ever being interested in anyone else except Basira, but I think she'd be supportive of whatever Basira wanted, and would get along with Melanie as her metamour. In another world, I could see them meeting as normal couples and forming a much healthier polycule from that.

Roy/Keeley/Jamie:

Not Canon (cause the writers are cowards). Jamie and Roy used to hate each other, and over the course of the show, as both of them grow as people, theh become best friends. At the start of the show Keeley is dating Jamie, and a while after their break up she gets together with Roy. Despite his jealousy and the fact he hates Roy's guts, Jamie was always respectful of Keeley's decision. I think her history with both of them, the fact they both openly state they love her and it's very clear she loves them too, plus the development of Roy&Jamie from enemies/rivals to best friends would've been a perfect opportunity for polyamory. I see this as a V polycule, two best friends who happen to share a girlfriend, but maybe one day they could go from best friends to lovers too, who knows!

[lets-try-some-writing]

I just skimmed through the grimdark archives tag and came across the newest post

By the phrase " so theh don't need to worry about a rougue femme," does that mean that Jack is the equivalent of giving an unspayed adult cat a kitten to keep em from destroying the house?

Because that would make a little bit of sense because of how I have gathered, femmes take possession of a mech and don't let go until they bond or are dead.

However, Jack is squishy. This may pose a problem if Arcee is a bit too rough with her new kitten.

You got it spot on! Jack keeps Arcee from destroying everyone else. The team in The Grim Dark Archives really do not care what happens to Jack for the most part. So long as he keeps Arcee occupied, he's a boon to them. They will keep him safe if they are able, but largely Arcee will handle that anyway.

Arcee's little pet human is both her toy and her muzzle. Jack just thinks Arcee if very very VERY invested in her guardian position.

[abreathingrock]

Hi it's me, the third (?) of three rtc fans with any knowledge of Irish hahah

I'm so interested in ur rtc oc so would u drop the lore?? I love seeing Irish people involved in the same fandoms as me bc let's face it most of us are bastards so it's kind of unusual

WOWOWOW HIII!! It so cool to see rtc fans with Irish knowledge, especially when they take interest in my oc (I love her so much)

Strap in, I have a lot

Grew up in a gaeltacht region in galway (like Connemara type) so shes fluent(ish) in irish (i literally wish so bad)

Her parents were STINKY and were super mean, like, abusive and shit, it wasnt great for my girl

Went to a #catholicallgirlschool so naturally was bullied asf so she REALLY wasnt having fun

Had one friend who is yet to be named and they hung out together all the time, did a bunch of stuff like pierced eachothers ears, got

tatoos, burned shit, mostly illegal stuff (this is how she got arrested)

Sam and her friend would always talk about running away to Canada, it was their dream, but before they could her friend had to move away to a bording school in Dublin

This affected Sam BAD and caused her to go into a horrible space mental health wise and ultimately caused her to run away

When she got to Canada, she had stolen and exchanged a bunch of her parents money (cus she doesnt care about them and hates them) and bought the absolute cheapest place she could. A two room (kitchen/living/bedroom + sperate bathroom) apartment in Uranium City

She enrolled herself in the local school in a very illegal and fake fashion and took a uniform from lost and found cus ofc she did

She stayed low mostly in school until she met a certain Ukrainian "bad boy", Mischa Bachinski and they became the besties ever

They did most of the stuff she did with her old friend, but this time she was having more fun and felt more free due to not living with her parents and not being in that stupid ass school

Her and Mischa bonded over missing their countries (despite the horribleness Sam faced there, she still misses Ireland a whole heap) and she is the only person who believed Talia is real

Sam ends up in choir because she helped Mischa steal the wine and they sit in the back on Mischa's phone playing games, texting Talia (when they could, yk, timezones), taking dumbass selfies, etc

Mischa helped her become herself a lot more and she loves him like a brother and will kill anyone who speaks against him or hurts him. They both agreed if they ever met eachothers parents it would be on fucking sight

Ocean fucking hates Sam. Cant stand her. She thinks its insane how little she cares about school and is dumbfounded by her punk ideologies (she cant wrap her around head it, shes a little silly <3) She rants to Constance about how she needs to care more and Constance just nods and pretends to listen meanwhile she's in awe of her bravery to be herself and get away from her home.

Noel ends up taking a liking to her because he talks to Mischa sometimes but they dont really interact.

Mischa thinks shes "madwickedawesome" and "the dopest person ever, yo!!" He is the only person who knows about her old friend and the fact she had bad parents, but barely knows the half of it. He encourages her to be who she is and Sam loves him so much, theyre so bestie I cant

Ricky wishes he could talk to her because he also thinks shes pretty cool, but obvously he cant :(( She talks to him sometimes, which he appreciates, but its mostly just complaining about Ocean being annoying in choir when she tells her to get off Mischa's phone

On the day of the accident, her and mischa wander off most of the time, going on some of the rides, but staying off somewhere else most of the time. They come back to ride the cyclone because everyone else is and they both agree rollercoasters are fun.

In the afterlife, she stays talking to Mischa mostly, but begins to talk to Noel and Ricky too.

Her and Ricky end up bonding over cats cus theh both love them, and she hypes him up like crazy after SABM with Mischa

She is infatuated with Jane Doe and thinks shes cool as fuck, even if shes also pretty creepy, and tries to talk to her sometimes

Her song is...something. it starts off with her refusing to sing and Karnak being like "you have to" and begins to force a song onto her. Its chaotic and not at all how Sam wants, being a bit like TSIA.

Sam eventually is like "fine, I'll sing, but Im doing it my way you fucking bitchass machine" and her song is about being conflicted with herself, loving being open about being punk and doing all her illegal stuff, but she loves writing and poetry, something shes never told anyone even Mischa. She sings about feeling like she's always been doomed to be unhappy, always be unsatisfied with her life and missing Ireland despite her horrible life there.

She opens up about her shit parents and her old friend and after her song Mischa gives her a big hug and its cute asf :c

She, after the song, becomes more like her true self and the other choir members are all like "dam shes fucking deep" which she enjoys quite a bit

She bullies tf outta Ocean the whole time, but during its not a game she holds her hand and smiles at her for like the first time ever

Sam also talks to Connie in the afterlife and tells her to drop Ocean etc

Her and Ocean are like siblings, Sam fucking hates Ocean but if someone is rude to her the next day that person shows up with a mysterious black eye

sorry I went on a bit lol

[spitinsideme]

How to feel about women that can pull of both masculine,fem, and everything in between looks? And how do you feel about older women specifically in their twenties

ps you are very cute ;)

With love

Genderqueer anon

i love women all tyoes of women and fashionable women fuck !!!! women qho can look good in everyrhing because they wear ir with confidence and theh knlw how tomstyle it !!! thdy know what looks good ans god do they fucking show off how good they look !!!! its the best i think i find it really impressive and cool ... ALSO LLVE OLDER WOMEN !!!!! i have literally ranted so many times about my love and adoration for older women ... to say i love tjem is an understatemenr i NEED them so if you like .. of yoire imterwsted in younger women ...... specicially 18 year old women ..... im here babygirl .... sending kisses xx ❤️❤️💪

[toasttt11]

axel and freya

Axel and Freya get two kittens when they were young and named them hearts and diamond.

Freya and Axel always share their ice cream both gettting their favorite flavors and sharing each others ice cream.

Freya and Axel are very protective of each other and there has been many times they have both gotten into fights to protect each other.

Freya always has treated Axel like her baby even if they are six months apart, she use to push axel around in her stroller when they were kids and Freya got her license first and was always driving Axel around asking Axel never really need to get her license and happily be the passenger princess.

Freya has always had a very hard time with touch and for awhile had to wear gloves all the time so Axel who hates shopping would spend hours trying to find every type and color of gloves for Freya to wear and would sew little A’s into the gloves.

Freya doesn’t like touch at all and Axel has been very understanding of theh always going out of her way to make sure she never has skin skin contact with Freya without her permission, and if they are in crowds makes sure no one comes to close to Freya.

Axel and Freya have always had an easy time understanding each other and growing up they started reading and understanding each other with any words and started making hand gestures that only they would understand, making being on the ice really easy for the two, eventually from being on the ice together for son long they barely even do anything and they know what the other is doing.

Axel is definitely more chaotic of the two but Freya can be just just as crazy as she would never let her best friend do something alone.

Axel and Freya grew up around different rinks and would just cause chaos and loved to prank everyone.

Axel doesn’t really care to much for fashion so a lot of the times Freya will pick out what she should wear and how to do her hair.

Axel got Freya matching pendants with their initials engraved on them and Freya got the one with an A for Axel and Axel got the one with an F for Freya.

Freya always carries snacks on her knowing if she pulls them out and eats some of them offering some to Axel she will be more likely to eat.

Freya is definitely the cook between the two and is Axel’s favorite person to get food from.

Axel is obsessed with Gossip girl and Freya honestly has no idea what is going on in the show other than hearing in when Axel is watching it and Axel talking about it always.

The day Axel turned 18 the two for a tattoo together, A tiny ace and a tiny spade on their wrist for each other.

@thedevilrisen