#vy-vy babble

[mischievouslittlecreature]

I am literally begging House of the Dragon to give me just one bloodthirsty, power hungry female character. Just one. Why are all the women suddenly pacificists who are incapable of making tough decisions, have zero agency, and are just poor little victims of the men around them?

[wttcsms]

triple trouble, atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1.6k synopsis atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he introduces the media to his triplets during a post-game interview; or, more accurately, his triplets steal all the attention. like father, like sons. content contains domestic fluff, dad!atsumu, atsumu & reader are married and so in love, babies, mention of pregnancy more in this collection!

The flashes of cameras going off, the constant exclamations of “Miya! Miya!” coming from the crowd of journalists and reporters all vying for his attention, the fact that the foldout chairs they use for all these post-game interviews are harder on your ass than falling on asphalt — all of this is being handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

Or, normally all of this would be handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

But right now, the Atsumu Miya struggling to take a seat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man, dyed hair a mess, his usual trademark smirk replaced by furrowed brows and a look of concentration, doesn’t appear to be the godlike adversary on the court. In fact, he looks oddly human. 

The cause of what has humbled this cocky athlete and reduced him to mere mortal man are the three chubby toddlers he’s cradling in his arms. 

All of them are identical, from their chubby cheeks to their little grubby hands. Heads full of thick, dark brown hair (reminiscent of their father’s natural color) poke out from Atsumu’s hold, and the eighteen-month-olds’ eyes are all full of childlike wonder as they watch the crowd, confused as to who all these people are. 

After finally getting settled into his seat, Atsumu addresses the crowd casually, as if he didn’t spend the last two minutes ensuring that his baby boys weren’t going to slip from his arms while he tried to prepare for this interview. Akimitsu is secured in his left arm, Akihiko in the right, leaving poor Akinari to cling onto Atsumu’s neck. 

While athletes have been getting more comfortable with bringing their kids up on stage with them, no one has ever seen a professional athlete haul his three babies with him. 

A fact that one reporter is more than happy to point out.

“Miya, wife put you on babysitting duty?” A male journalist calls out from the crowd. A few chuckles follow, but Atsumu just smiles at the mention of you.

“Nah. It’s not babysittin’ if they’re your damn kids, right? Besides, she deserves a break.” A few appreciative murmurs flutter through the crowd. 

After the initial surprise of seeing identical triplets being carried in the MSBY Black Jackals’ setter’s arms, the reporters are back to business as usual. They’re all professionals — even if hearing Atsumu give them a great quote to use as a hook (“I respect Nakamura as a human bein’ but calling him a setter for a professional league volleyball team is an insult to setters everywhere.”) is followed by him cooing sweet words of affirmation to whichever of his sons happens to be babbling in his ears. 

“Nakamura isn’t a very good player, is he, Akihiko?” No one outside of your family and his teammates have ever heard Atsumu sound so affectionate. His words are practically coated in sugar, and it’s hard to remember that he’s insulting another player in the league whenever he’s practically bumping noses with his toddler son when he says it. 

Akihiko, most likely due to his father’s influence, lets out a stream of enthusiastic gurgles that Atsumu automatically translates to him being in complete agreement with him. 

“Write that down.” He says to the crowd. “Even my baby knows he’s shit at the game.” 

There’s a few more minutes of Atsumu answering the usual post-game questions, but halfway through one of his responses, Akinari loses his grip on Atsumu’s neck and is about to tumble to the floor before Atsumu’s reflexes kick in. You’ve made a joke once that you think Atsumu’s reflexes have become heightened after becoming a father; his athletic instincts have merged with the famous “dad reflexes” all fathers seem to be gifted with. (Atsumu tells reporters that this is why he keeps on becoming a better player; people think his family would hold him back, but once again, family is his greatest blessing.)

“Ya gotta hang onto me, buddy.” Atsumu can’t even pretend to be stern when he tells this to Akinari, who only smiles at him and exclaims something unintelligible. He shifts Akinari to his left arm, relaxes back in his seat, and is even excited to answer a question concerning his play style compared to Tobio Kageyama’s, but as he readjusts the two boys in his arms, Atsumu can’t help but startle at the fact that he has three kids. Not just two. 

Momentarily panicked, he almost wants to ask why the hell no one told him one of his kids jumped ship but then he feels a tug on the bottom hem of his volleyball shorts. 

Peering under the table, Atsumu is greeted with the sight of Akimitsu’s mischievous little face. He’s the oldest of the three and takes after Atsumu the most — meaning, he’s the cutest little nightmare there could ever be. 

“Whatcha doin’ under the table, Mitsu?” Atsumu asks, and Akimitsu gives out a happy, gleeful shriek. He’s clapping his grubby hands together and cheering. 

“Dada found me!” 

“I did find ya, buddy.” Atsumu coos. “Now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap?” 

After wrangling up all his kids once more, Atsumu sighs and looks up at the timer in front of him. 

“I have enough time for one more question.” He tells the crowd.

“Are you excited to get out of here and get back home to the wife?” 

“I’m always happy to come home to [Name]. If there’s a professional league for motherhood, she’s going into the hall of fame. I don’t know how she handles these fools by herself all day.” 

Akihiko takes a tiny, chubby hand and smacks Atsumu in the face. Repeatedly. 

“Home! Home!” His slaps get slightly more aggressive, but Atsumu’s received some serves with his face before, so it doesn’t really phase him. “Home! Mama!” 

“Well, you heard the man.” Atsumu actually gives a genuine smile for the cameras. “We gotta head home.”

You’re applying your moisturizer in the bathroom despite the mirror being fogged up from the hot shower. It’s probably why you don’t anticipate strong arms wrapping themselves around your body, and you gasp before your muscle memory recognizes him. Your body easily relaxes against his, and you’re smiling as you ask your husband, 

“Had a good day today?”

“We took ‘em in two straight sets. Slaughtered the other team to the point where it wasn’t even fair.” He angles his head just right so he can kiss you on the cheek, but you gently slap him away.

“I’m putting on moisturizer right now.”

“Great. My lips are dry.” He goes in for another kiss, and even though you’re giggling, trying to pull away from him, he still plants a peck on your soft skin. “Should I go for seconds, just for good measure?” He teases.

“Hmm, I guess so.” 

“Oh? What’s with the change? Realize how much you can’t live without my touch?” He pulls you in closer to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. He’s fresh out the shower, stray droplets of water greedily clinging onto his skin. 

“Maybe.” You tilt your head back on the front of his shoulder so that you can see him. “You know your interview is trending on Twitter, right?” 

“Oh, yeah? Bet Nakamura’s pissed.” Atsumu sounds too happy at the concept. 

“No. There’s actually an interesting clip that keeps going around. Someone already used it as an intro for a thirst edit of you.” 

You like it when Atsumu is thinking. There’s an adorable crease in between his furrowed brows, and you can practically see him going through the memory files in his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be worthy of inspiring an edit of him. 

“You seriously don’t know?” You’re laughing at him, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Atsumu doesn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he’d do anything to stay by your side, even becoming a fucking court jester if that’s what it took. 

You reach for your phone on the counter, taking a few seconds to load up the fan edit you have favorited. 

He’s burying his face in your hair, hiding away as he hears the audio of him going now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap playing on a loop. He groans when you let it replay, uncharacteristically shy as you keep telling him to watch it. 

“The comments are the best part, though, baby!” You haven’t been able to stop giggling at jackingthejackalsoff’s very bold and very true statement of yeah, if i were [name], i’d pop out triplets for him too tf 😭🙏.  

As Atsumu’s hands travel to rest against the growing swell of your belly, you tease him. “So, when the twins are born, do you think you’ll have enough space in your arms to haul all five of our kids, or should we finally use that baby chest carrier Shoyo gifted us?” 

“I can carry all of ‘em and you onto that stage.” He regrets making this smug remark whenever you slightly drop your teasing tone and use what he dubs The Mom Voice on him.

“Oh? If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to realize Akimitsu crawled out of your arms while you were busy calling your opponents scrubs?” 

“Have I ever told you what a wonderful mother you are? And this moisturizer! Wow, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with your skin, baby, but keep it up.” He’s peppering your face with more kisses, hurriedly trying to change the subject, and you gladly let him.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Mornings with BF!Dean Winchester Headcanons

✨ Dean Winchester x GN!Reader ✨

*sighs in still doesn’t know what “skibidi” means* Minors do ¡NOT! interact with this post. Thanks.

A/N: hope these are still fun to read! Icons are by me! All interaction-especially commentary- are super appreciated!! Enjoy!

Content Warnings: it gets a little steamy in here- very much 18+, one use of French (yes that’s warning), Dean being Dean

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-so first off, dean like pretty much doesn’t sleep

-like he’ll get six hours and feel like he overslept

-so he’ll either fall asleep with you and wake up far to early, or stay up so he can wake up at a normal time

-although sometimes his sleep deprivation catches up with him and he’ll sleep for like 10 hours and he’ll let you baby him and just be a sleepy little (big) guy for a couple days

-but thats a little rarer. He doesn’t mind laying around though, he’d watch paint dry so long as it was next to you

-now, boo bear gets morning wood. A lot. He’ll never wake you up over it- he wants you to get the sleep you need- but it’s a very common occurrence.

-even if you are awake at similar times, he never expects you to take care of it and is usually already half to the bathroom

-but that simply won’t do, and you’ll grab his arm and tell him you wanna take care of it, and who is he to say no??

-and so he’ll gently tease the blankets off of you and climb over you, those huge arms on either side of your head

-if you’re wearing clothes he’ll be kissing sweetly everywhere he exposes new skin

-and then he’ll just gently thrust into you, far enough that you’re full and then a little bit more, teasing your sweetest spot

-usually sex with him is rough (but good, too good), but instead of vying for or denying orgasms, in the mornings he just slowly coaxes one out of you

-he likes to see you babble, taking you apart until you’re a gooey precious mess

-his low voice morphs into a molasses-sweet drawl, praise dripping from those plush pink lips. He’ll kiss you everywhere, smiling down at you and wondering how and why he got so lucky

-and eventually he’ll get a release out of you and one for him, making his second favorite type of pie

-and he’ll roll over, snuggling you close, kissing you on the forehead

-and it’s all just so soft

-eventually you’ll both get up and shower, and sometimes he’ll coax a second (and maybe third) petit mort out of you :)

-he’s super clingy in the mornings so if it’s a slow morning where you two can share a shower he’s going to insist on washing your hair and massaging your tenseness away, and you’ll do the same because how could you not take opportunity to touch those freckled shoulders???

-you really only get out once the water gets cold or if Sam starts banging on the door

-the mornings where you also get time for breakfast are a real treat, cause in addition to being a sex god Dean is a god in the kitchen

-he’ll make you literally whatever you want, and his breakfast specialty is cinnamon rolls. Not the kind from the can (though those are still perfect) but literally from scratch, icing and all

-if you cook with him, he’s all over you. Pressed up against your ass as you chop whatever needs chopped, holding you close and pressing playful kisses everywhere. He’ll guide your hands sometimes, just so he can hold them. He loves to dance with you in the kitchen as well.

-he takes so much pride in your validation of his cooking so always tell him that he did a good job

-I mean seriously. Every “that’s so yummy!!” gets you the biggest, most radiant, sweetest smile from him.

-we’re talking eyes sparkling like a Disney princess

-he’s a bit of a slut for praise (in many aspects of his life, he can’t help it, the little sweet pea)

-and uh, if your expressions of enjoyment come across in any sexual way (ie moaning because of how good it is) there’s a good chance that he’ll takeopportunity to eat you out. Keep that in mind.

-but usually mornings that can be at home are just soft, snuggly, comfortable occurrences

-and then after you eat you’ll sit and snuggle on the couch with one of his many blankets, watch a show or something because for once you don’t have any where to be

-he’ll either hold you close or just straight up put you on his lap, not wanting to waste a second

-and on those mornings, neither of you would have it any other way

That’s it for now! Feel free to use my ask box if you have ideas for headcanons or one shots!

Xx

[fbfh]

Tristin Dugray relationship and intimacy hcs

wc: 1.1k

pairing: tristin x afab reader

genre: smut smut feelings smut

warnings: dumbfucking, tristin is a cocky bastard and a slut and a whore (all affectionate), pussydrunk tristin, brief mentions of exhibitionism and tristin having bull energy, hickeys, cute jealousy, tristin is an attention whore (affectionate), other girls are jelly of you bc tristin likes you that fuckin much, tristin has a vaguely bad homelife, use of mary as a pet name

song recs: mary - alex g, break my heart - spectacular cast

a/n: this boy.... has consumed way more of my brain space than I anticipated??? he grabbed me by the fucking throat lol

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

That being said HOLY SHIT LETS GET INTO IT

Tristin Dugray is one horny motherfucker

Like really seriously horny

Stage 5 thirsty for you specifically 

Like I said in that one drabble he’s a cocky attention whore until a certain point

Then he just gets completely stupid

His goal is to fuck both of you absolutely dumb, and he’s really good at it 

Even when he has you both completely stupid, he’s still gonna keep going 

Like until he collapses on top of you 

But before he gets so pussydrunk that all he can do is pant and grunt and whine in your ear

He absolutely talks you through it

God this boy just can’t shut up can he

So he’ll guide you and tease you and coax more and more out of you

He’ll call you mary and babble out praise

And he’ll soak up every expression you make

Every noise you let out

GOD just looking at you??? It takes so much energy not to cum on the spot

Tristin already knows that no one can fuck you like he can

But he’s even more willing to prove it for you

Not gonna lie, he has major bull energy

Tristin can sweep you off your feet and charm you away from anyone else vying for your attention

Then he can push his fat cock snugly inside you and make you squirt and shower you with attention

He ruins you for anyone else by giving you ultimate princess treatment

God the duality of this man

Speaking of his fat cock, he’s hung like a goddamn horse

Like he’s already so fucking perfect

He’s hot as fuck, loaded, actually has a personality, he likes you that much, he’s loyal

And he’s packing??????

It’s almost unfair

But yeah Tristin is the whole package (pun intended)

He can do whatever he wants. Literally anything.

Because he’s this hot, you’re going to have to be prepared for a lot of jealousy from the plethora of girls who have a crush on him

Which is almost all of them

Girls get so fucking pissed when you have bruises and hickeys and can’t walk

Like seriously

It’s impossible to be friends with any girls that know Tristin because boy keeps you marked up

And they don’t like that

He’s so tantalizingly close to them but agonizingly out of reach

They hate it even more when he smells like you and has your love bites all over him

He proudly shows that shit off

Along with all the scratches you leave on his back

And an occasional pair of panties left in his pocket

Nothing makes him happier than having your scent and marks and presence all over him

Once he finds out about bra strap bracelets????? You make him one and he will never take that shit off

Gets pouty when his hickeys fade and asks you for more

He pulls you into his lap and bites your ear playfully

“Well Mary, your friends need to know that I’m taken, don’t they?”

“It’s not my friends that I’m worried about…”

He pauses kissing your neck to look up at you with a cocky gaze just full of victory as your words sink in

“You are jealous…”

GOD HE LOVES WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE OVER HIM

ACTUALLY MAKES HIM MOTHERFUCKING FERAL

It has this energy

Oh my god oh my god and watching his hair grow back out from his military school buzzcut???

When it’s finally long enough to tug and flop over and tickle your face and neck while he fucks you?????

And brush all softly against your thighs when he goes down on you???????

Best era tbh

And Tristin really does love going down on you a lot

He has some almost pleasure dom tendencies???

Someone hose this boy down

Just fucking neuter him at this point

Seriously once he gets a taste of you, it’s game over

Tristin is easily the biggest fucking slut you’ve ever met

But he’s only a slut for you

Literally

All he wants is you

So when he has you, he’s going all out

All the way

Hitting all the spots (literally and figuratively)

Don’t let him find out about your g spot

He already abuses your clit enough as it is

Just cause he loves the face you make when you orgasm

He gets kind of obsessed with making you cum

Seriously he will sneak off with you for quickies and hand stuff in some really risky places

He doesn’t even care about getting caught at this point

He just loves seeing how nervous and turned on it makes you

And he loves having something to tease you about

Seriously this man will whore himself out to you at a moments notice

He’s so fucking touch starved that it’s really nice to have something long term and serious with you like this

It’s all he’s wanted for a really long time

Even with Summer, he tried everything he could to make it work

I think it’s safe to assume he has a similar homelife to Paris

Specifically from the quote regarding Paris’s baggage when Tristin said “yeah, [I have] a matching set”

You’re not being too subtle there babe

So with all the inconsistencies and instability he’s dealt with through the years

You really are a breath of fresh air

Tristin wants to be committed

He wants someone that he can give all of himself to

When he met you there was a terrifying moment where he felt his priorities shift

He knew that if his options were a safe choice or you, he’d choose you hands down

But now he gets both

He gets that consistency and devotion and commitment 

And he gets it with you

So you better believe he is not fucking this up

He is going to put everything he has into this

Because he knows how you deserve to be treated

And he knows he can’t lose you

Which means he just has to be the kind of man that you deserve

One of the most beautiful parts of dating Tristin is getting to grow together and watch him really blossom alongside you

You are the catalyst

You are what made him into who he is today

And he wouldn’t want this with anyone else but you

[a-hazbin-reader]

I was wondering how does the rest of the hotel handles Alastor and Y/n's kiddos? Also, is lucifier now their godfather ? I love a headcannon of how cute the kids are and how they are in the hotel. Also maybe their personalities too ?

It is 100% a team effort to handle twin babies, let alone twin babies that spawned from Alastor

He totally takes advantage of his authority and uses Husk as a free babysitter

Husk puts up a big front over not wanting to be on baby duty but secretly loves getting to snuggle the twins

They're just so innocent and adorable, he can't help it, even when they pull on his whiskers or yank his wings

And Niffty cleans up after the twins all the time, sometimes she's literally tearing her hair our because how can babies be so messy?!

Poor girl just follows after them 24/7 and cleans as she goes, they always manage to make some sort of mess

Broken windows, furniture stuffing everywhere, the wood railings chewed and spat out-

Vaggie is always coming to the twin's rescue whenever their parents aren't around

They're about to fall off a table? Vaggie is diving down to catch them. One is about to bite the other? Vaggie snatches the sibling away and takes the brunt of the bite

She pretends like the twins are just a nuisance to her, but when they're calm, she secretly loves cuddling and reading to them

Charlie is always vying for the twin's attention, which is so funny because they always bypass her for Vaggie

So she's always trying to bribe them with toys and treats, anything to make just one of the babies look her way

And they do eventually once they remember she gives good snacks and plays fun games with them

Angel is always being used as an impromptu jungle gym due to his quick reflexes and multiple arms

He's just so soft and pretty looking the twins can't help but want to climb all over him

The entire time Angel is trying not to cuss out of fear of dropping them but he will eventually end up teaching them their first curse word

"Fuck."

"OH FUCK-I MEAN SHIT-I MEAN-FUCK DON'T SAY THAT!"

I like to imagine the boy is very sensitive and snuggly, very attached to his mom and dad

You can always find him hugging himself to one of his parent's chests, content to just be in their arms

While the girl is brave and excitable, she's often the first to warm up to new people

She likes to copy the adults around her and likes it when they all laugh and coo at her afterwards

Both twins are unintentionally very chaotic but that's nothing new for babies, especially babies who take after Alastor

They're very comfortable at the hotel and understand it as their home and the people in it are their safe people

Lucifer deemed himself their godfather because he's part of the reason the twins are even there

If Y/N encouraged it then not even Alastor can deny that Lucifer is their godfather

Lucifer actually handles the twins the best because he's been through it all before with Charlie

So he knows all sorts of tricks to get them to behave and the twins are just completely enamored with him

It's the baby talk and all the toy ducks, they can't get enough of that shit

The twins love their parents so much though and look for them when they're not around

They cling to Alastor a lot and will refuse to let go of him, they love listening to his voice

They light up when they see a radio and will try to babble/talk to it because they associate it with Alastor 📻

The babies still love to cuddle their mom and are soothed just by her scent. If they're missing her, then they get into her clothes

They like it when people scratch their deer ears, their little tails go crazy and they make cute bleating noises

Alastor denies that they get it from him

They don't like TV because they know Alastor doesn't like TV and go to great lengths to turn it off by any means possible

Like chewing on the cords or straight up knocking it over, it's teefers on sight whenever they see Vox

I indulged a little too much in this...

[gothic-thoughts]

King Of Almost Everything

Ryomen Sukuna x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Drabble, Curse user!Reader, Jujitsu Uni

CW: Feat. aged up Yuuji, jealous Sukuna, tormenting Yuuji (as usual🙄)

The brat finally wakes up in my pool of blood, choking out the small amount that made it into his lungs.

"You are unbearably infuriating, you know that?"

"The hell are you talking about?!" Itadori yelled, standing up, "What did I even do?!"

"Watch your tone with me, brat. I can and will take your heart again."

"I'll just be stuck in your domain longer if you do."

"Hm." Kid's got a point.

"Now what do you want?"

"I've grown tired of watching you tirelessly follow that female friend of yours. Your attachment to her is so obvious it annoys me."

"That's what this is about? You brought me here to tell me to stop talking to my friend?"

"Talking?" I chuckled darkly, my domain rumbling at the sound, "Itadori, you gawk at that woman. Vying for her attention like some sort of lost infant wanting milk. You're pathetic and it makes me look pathetic."

"So what if I like her a little bit!? You want me to stop?"

"Precisely."

"Too bad."

Between his blinks, I was now off my throne and in front of him, grabbing him by the neck and effortlessly lifting him off the ground, fully extending my arm.

"Fine, let's do this the hard way." I say as I look up at him, "You're going to stop staring at (Y/n) or I will make you suffer for the rest of your agonizingly pitiful life. Now do we have an understanding?"

He choked out, "Why... do you even care so much?"

"I... I don't. That's why I'm threatening to kill you if you do not--"

"W-wait." He struggled, "H-how do you know (Y/n)'s name?"

"What?"

"You s-said '(Y/n)'. How did you know her name?"

"I know all of your friends names, you spend so much fucking time around them how could I not?"

"No, you don't. You said you hate us all so much that learning names isn't worth your time yet you..."

He paused before he squinted at me, a little smirk drawing across his face despite me choking him.

"What? The hell is the matter with you? What are you smiling for? I am not in the mood for your senseless babbling unless it includes--"

"Do you like (Y/n) too, Sukuna?"

I scoff before throwing him across my domain, watching him slam into the mound of bones and skeletons, falling with pained grunts and groans before I zoom to the area to kick him in his stomach, flipping him onto his back so I can pin him to the ground with my foot.

"Does that answer your question?"

He coughs up blood, "N-no... No, just makes you seem more shy."

"Shy?"

"If you're not then prove it."

I kick him in the chin, enjoying his cry of pain before planting my foot back on his chest, "I have no need to prove anything to a bothersome child like you."

"I'm 23--"

"But the reason for my secrecy is because there's no point in expressing any feeling for a human because of your pitiful lifespans. That is, if she does reciprocate my feelings."

"She probably won't like you back cuz you're a literal demonic pain in my ass but... you never know. I could ask her out for you."

"Do not interfere with my emotions, brat. Either I will tell her myself or I will not. It is not your place, and if you make it so that it is, I will kill you only to revive you once I'm sure they've buried you already."

"Alright, alright! But still, you should at least let her know."

"So she can scream and flee from you? From me? That is most likely the most pointless thing you've ever said. Besides, I'm wearing your face. She'll see me as she sees you; a pathetic shell of--"

"Oi, I get it!"

I roll my eyes and snap, making him instantly disappear from under my foot.

"Hey Itadori!" (Y/n)'s smooth, soft, and worried voice from the outside, "You aight, you was just staring out into the distance before you collapsed."

[esamastation]

Shizuroth, part twenty-two

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one

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Professor Hojo is in the middle of an important experiment, when an overly excitable technician from the SOLDIER floors calls in to disturb him.

"Professor, I am very sorry for disturbing you, sir, but you need to see this!"

That is such an uninformative, insipid thing to say that Hojo mistakenly gives the man the benefit of the doubt and expects him to say more, to explain himself. When the man doesn't, he scoffs. "See what? Be more specific!"

"Yes, sir, sorry, sir - it's SOLDIER First Class, Sephiroth - he's in the training room."

Useless! "Sephiroth is often training, that is hardly anything to get excited over."

"Sir, by our estimation he's held a sustained Limit Break state for the past twenty-five minutes! And he isn't fighting!"

Hojo perks up at that. "Was he fighting when the Limit Break began?"

"No, sir, he's just, sort of… swinging his sword around? There's no enemy AI, he hasn't been in active combat at all!"

And yet he entered a Limit Break state? Sustaining it for twenty five minutes? Setting aside the utter incompetence of the tech for not calling him earlier, Hojo strokes his chin. Limit Break is caused by stress in life and death situations - a surge of strong emotions activates certain chemicals in the brain, which in turn push the body into a higher state of alertness and cause it to use all potential avenues for survival. It can increase a person's power output on all fronts, even doubling it - but only for a brief moment in time. Longer than that, and the muscle strain alone becomes detrimental.

It is a primitive instinct, a last ditch effort in the face of death, which Mako exposure has made slightly more commonplace in humans - and very commonplace in SOLDIERs. Mako acts as a natural stress trigger - and at the same time it acts as a well of power for SOLDIERs in Limit Break to use.

Much research had gone into intentional activation of the Limit Break state, with less than satisfactory results. If Sephiroth has figured out how to trigger the state outside combat…

"I'm on the way," Hojo says. "Do not tell him and do not let him leave."

"Yes, sir!" the overly excitable technician cries, and Hojo snaps his PHS shut.

As he strides to the elevator, Hojo considers the reports he had gotten, of Sephiroth's unusual activity in the last two days. Request for time off, unusual purchases, shopping trip with Hollander's failed project… coping mechanisms, he'd thought with disappointment. Sephiroth had dealt with the incident with a disheartening show of what could only be called mental weakness, striving for some semblance of control by spending money on frivolity. 

But though an unusual reaction from Sephiroth, Hojo has seen worse, and so he'd been satisfied letting it slide, for now. If the usual behaviour continues it might require correcting, but only if it affects overall performance, and results are still pending. Further observation is needed.

The elevator carries him down to the SOLDIER floor, and he finds it unpleasantly busy. There is a crowd in front of the training room, SOLDIER Seconds and Thirds vying for a view inside. They're almost all babbling amongst themselves.

"He never trains here - I thought the virtual scenarios were kinda beneath him."

Yes, Hojo thinks with some satisfaction, they usually are. Though Hojo had been thinking about adding to the programming, to bring the virtual training chamber up to actually usable standards, for now it has very little to offer for someone like Sephiroth, a truly superior specimen.

"Do you think they're recording him? Do you think we'll get to see the recordings?!"

A very worthy thought, it's good to see there's some sense among the experimental subjects. There is much the lower ranks of SOLDIER could learn from Sephiroth.

"Did you see what he was wearing?" 

Bah. "Will all of you move!" Professor Hojo says, irritated now, and watches with a displeased curl of his mouth as the SOLDIERs finally notice him. "You are in my way."

"Professor Hojo!"

"The professor is here!"

"How scary -"

"Sorry, Professor -"

Hojo waits until they've cleared the way, wondering if he should take a firmer hand in the program. Clearly standards have been slipping since the time he was directing the program personally. Sadly, he doesn't have time to manage grunts these days, there's much more valuable work to be done, but perhaps a message to Deusericus would set things to rights.

Something to deal with later.

Hands clasped behind his back, Hojo enters the training room observatory. The technicians both quickly rush to greet him, and he waves them off, walking up to the viewing window.

Sephiroth is performing Wutai sword forms, slowly moving between stances and attacks, with all the grace and precision Hojo has come to expect from him.

And he is, indeed, putting off enough energy for a Limit Break - even though the holographic setting, the glow around him is visible.

"What have you recorded?" Hojo asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything from the moment he entered, sir," the overeager technician tells him while the other one fumbles with a pad, handing over the latest printout. "His level is showing in the low fifties range!"

Low fifties? "Then he's not at Limit Break," Hojo scowls, scanning through the readings.

"But, sir, the signature glow -"

"Sephiroth's resting level is forty eight," Hojo says impatiently. "His Limit Breaks regularly go to the upper seventies and beyond. Whatever this is, it's not a Limit Break."

But it is most definitely something. The energy output of Sephiroth's little session started uneven and then slowly levelled out as he continued. It had even decreased, which normally would be cause for concern, but seeing the steady, regular energy output now…

Hojo smiles, feeling the beginnings of a giggle in his gut. 

Clearly, Sephiroth is figuring something out about himself and his enhancements. He has unlocked a new ability, a sixth sense, perhaps even a whole different way of controlling energy. Something he inherited from his mother, but wasn't yet able to use.

There is only one explanation. The incident in the lab has pushed Sephiroth forward. The excess Mako or the moment he was technically dead - one or both together had broken through a human limitation. 

The experiment has evolved.

-

Ick.

[gliphyartfan]

Aw such caring husbands! How would the heroes be like when they have a little one toddling around?

Hmmmmm, a tiny tot you say?

Well the heroes would (of course) gather around their toddler, each vying for the attention of their little one. (y/n) wouod love it.

The laughter, soft shushing, and playful cooing, all for the young child who sat, wide eyed and giggling, in the center of it all. Their child, (y/n)’s child, with soft, chubby cheeks and a mischievous smile that sparkled with the spirit of adventure, had each of her fathers wrapped around her tiny finger.

Wind was on the floor with her, letting her clamber up onto his lap and tug on his hat. He didn’t mind one bit; he laughed whenever she managed to pull it over his eyes and squeal in delight at her “conquest.” Be was her adventure buddy, the one who’d spin her around and let her explore the world around her, albeit within the watchful gaze of the others.

“Just you wait, kiddo,” Wind would always tell her, kissing the top of her head, “one day, I’ll teach you to sail and be the bravest pirate on the seas.”

Legend would be the softest when she reached for him, tiny fingers beckoning. He’d often try to hide his smile, but the moment she babbled out what sounded suspiciously like “Da!” in his direction, he was gone, his heart a puddle. He scooped her up, his voice low but affectionate.

“Come on, kid,” he’d murmur, tracing circles on her small hand, “you know better than to charm me like that. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

Sky would watch over her with an adoring smile, always ready to hold her and rock her to sleep. He loved nothing more than the quiet moments when he could sway gently with her in his arms, humming lullabies that could calm any storm. He cherished the softness of these moments, the rare peacefulness that filled the cottage.

“You’re a little miracle,” he’d whisper to her, brushing her hair from her face. “And I’d do anything to protect you.”

Twilight would always be nearby, alert and watchful. He’d play with her as Wolfie sometimes, letting her tug at his fur and shriek with laughter, get her used to his wolf form.

but as himself, he was just as tender. He was the kind of father who’d be there in an instant, picking her up when she fell, his voice a soothing balm.

“Careful, little one,” he’d say, scooping her up with an amused smile, “don’t want you getting hurt, do we?”

Warriors would be the one who’d whisper playful secrets to her and teach her how to wink. she’d try with both eyes, but it made him laugh all the same.

He’d carry her around on his shoulders, grinning proudly at the giggles that spilled from her.

“You’ve got the heart of a fighter,” he’d tell her, holding her hand. “Just like your papas.”

Wild would, of course, be the one sneaking her little treats, always ready with something sweet he’d made just for her.

He was a whirlwind of energy when it came to playing with her, encouraging her little adventures around the cottage and sneaking her bits of fruit when he thought the others weren’t looking.

“Shh, don’t tell the others,” he’d whisper, winking as he handed her another piece of fruit, her little fingers grabbing it eagerly.

Four would be constantly in awe, marveling at every new thing she learned and every little quirk she showed. The gentle smiles he reserved for her were rare and precious. He’d make her little trinkets to play with, watching her face light up with each new discovery. The colors would playfully bicker over who she liked best, but it was all in good humor.

“You’re clever, just like your papa,” he’d say, pride glowing in his voice.

Hyrule would tell her stories of the world, the stars, and the fairies. He loved how her eyes grew wide with wonder, how she’d try to repeat some of his words with a babbling enthusiasm. He was gentle, soft-spoken, always close by to comfort her and spin tales of magic just for her.

“One day, I’ll show you everything,” he’d whisper, stroking her hair as she drifted to sleep. “The stars, the rivers, all the secret places…”

Time would often sit quietly with her, watching her with an unwavering gaze, his heart softer than he’d ever admit.

When she reached for him, he’d lift her effortlessly, holding her close and letting her tiny hands grasp his fingers. He was her steadfast protector, the father who would always be there, a comforting presence in her life.

“You’re strong,” he’d say softly, brushing his hand over her hair. “Strong and fierce, just like your mother.”

As the evening drew on, you watched as each of them took turns holding her, playing with her, sharing their quiet moments of love and devotion. They were all protectors, fathers, and. though they didn’t say it aloud, they were each just a little bit possessive of their child as much as they were of their child’s mother.

Each hero felt a fierce pride, an unspoken claim to the small bundle of joy they each adored.

She was their child, the culmination of their love, each of them believing wholeheartedly that no harm would ever reach her as long as they were by her side.

And as she yawned, her tiny hands rubbing her eyes sleepily, they each reached out, ready to tuck her in, each vying for one last goodnight.

It’s days when the whole family is together that (y/n) would be a BIT emotional. (Just a bit 😆)

Just overwhelmed watching their baby being cuddled and loved so much.

[sunshinesteviee]

Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3

this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe

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Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.  

“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants. 

“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”

“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead. 

“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests. 

“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”

“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”

Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”

Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”

She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”

Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”

She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”

He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?” 

But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.” 

Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.” 

“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him. 

“No, it totally was, I just meant—“ 

“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.” 

“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave. 

Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve. 

“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”

"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!" 

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟑

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + my masterlist

Sana ended up placing fourth in the first event, having been blown back by the wind of Midoriya's impressive display in the last leg of the race. All in all, she was just happy to have made it in the top 5 so early on in the competition. There was still plenty of time to climb to the number one spot.

The second event was a cavalry battle—a team challenge.

As Midnight explained how the points would be assigned, Sana heaved a sigh of relief. She'd never been more grateful not to come in first place than this very moment. Ten million points was too much. Everyone would be gunning for Midoriya in the upcoming challenge. At least with all eyes on him, she could slip through to the finals with ease, saving as much of her energy—and special attacks—as possible. She didn't want to show too much too soon and give her competition time to plan counterattacks for the one on one fights.

No, she would give the heroes watching a show they'd never forget. She would give the Sakano name a new meaning; one of victory and hope, and no longer a synonym of oppression.

The students were given a few minutes to divide into teams. I have to think about this carefully. Any wrong decision could cost me a spot in the finals. Who do I want-

"Umm... e-excuse me, S-Sakano...?"

Sana turned to face a faint-looking Midoriya. The poor boy was trembling from head to toe, his large puppy eyes swimming with tears. His naturally pale complexion was now gray and ashen, with sweat rolling down his face like rain.

"Midoriya," she hesitated, having a terrible feeling of why he was approaching her. He's so pitiful that I almost want to say yes. Uraraka lingered behind him, her hands fidgeting nervously.

"Your quirk is incredibly useful." He babbled nervously. "It can be great for close combat or long range attacks, defense or offense." He took a deep breath. "I was wondering if- uh, well... if you would-"

Sana yelped in surprise, her body moving against her wishes.

For the second time that day, a hand had grabbed her out of nowhere. She was whirled around, only to come nose to nose with a scowling Katsuki Bakugou. Big surprise. They were so close that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek, his chest brushing against her's with every rise and fall. Those ruby eyes will be the death of me.

"The hell are you doin' with Deku? You wanna fuckin' lose?"

"W-wait, Kacchan-" Bakugou stormed away from the desperate greenette, ignoring his protests as he dragged Sana behind him.

"Sorry, Midoriya!" She called over her shoulder. "Good luck!" Now, to confront her kidnapper. "There are nicer ways to get a girl's attention, you know?" She remarked dryly.

"Shut it." Sana rolled her eyes with a huff.

Bakugou came to a stop in front of a large gathering of people. Some of them she recognized, but overall, most of the faces were unfamiliar. Students from every course were vying for a spot on the explosive blonde's team. Sana herself wasn't sure how well this would turn out. After all, the words "team player" don't often come to mind when describing Bakugou.

"Tell me your names and quirks again." He demanded, crossing his arms. Sana turned away, snickering into her hand. Typical Bakugou behavior. Unless he deemed you important enough to remember, you were nothing but an extra in his eyes.

Mina's hands flew to her hips, her cheerful voice now full of ire. "Seriously?"

The Sakano girl easily spotted Eijiro and Sero among the crowd. Denki, Sana noted, was surprisingly absent. He's probably running around trying to join an all girl's team, she giggled to herself.

Kirishima was the first to earn himself a spot on the team. The strawberry blonde wondered why Bakugou had basically forced her to join his team in the first place when he had so many people to choose from. Was it because of how well their quirks worked together, or something more? Maybe he just did it to spite Midoriya, she grimaced. Or is it because I wasn't begging to join like so many others? Was he hoping I'd come to him on my own, only to get tired of waiting?

Had she had more time to form a strategy, maybe she might've approached him. Who knows what might've been. Instead, he'd made the decision for her. Sana wasn't sure if she should be grateful or not. I guess we'll see how the next round goes.

Bakugou debated between Mina and Sero before ultimately ruling in the raven-haired boy's favor. Mina, being the good sport she is, didn't take it to heart, and quickly ran off to find Hagakure, but not before vowing to "knock that gremlin flat on his ass."

"That'd be a sight to see," Sana giggled.

Like Kirishima, being able to withstand prolonged exposure to the ash blonde's quirk gave them an advantage, but she needed her hands free if she was going to cause any damage to their opponents. So it was decided that Sana would be the front horse, while Sero and Kirishima manned the side positions.

Midnight signaled for everyone to get ready.

The boys lifted the blonde with ease. Two large, unnaturally hot hands settled on her shoulders. Sana tilted her head back to gaze up at Bakugou. Her eyes traced the underside of his sharp jawline. He looked surprisingly calm, his fiery irises locked on Midoriya's thrown together team. He gave her a squeeze, silently telling her to focus.

There was less than a minute left on the clock now. She faced forward and willed her quirk to flood through her body.

"BEGIN!" Midnight exclaimed excitedly.

With resounding battle cries, the teams surged forward, almost all of them aiming for Midoriya. Uraraka, together with a pink-haired girl Sana didn't know the name of, quickly took their team to the skies, where they continued to hover in midair. Until Midoriya came down, or until someone went up to claim his headband, it was a waiting game for the ones left on the ground.

Damn, Sana cursed. Well, at least Bakugou didn't-

She spoke too soon.

The blonde disconnected from his team to chase after Midoriya hundeds of feet above the field. With startled shouts, her and her friends scrambled to keep up with his shadow. "You idiot!" She shrieked. "Get back here!"

I swear, Sana seethed. If that little shit gets us disqualified, I'll murder his ass.

She was confident that Mina would help her bury the body, no questions asked. Denki too, maybe, if she promised him a kiss or something equally as cheesy. Neither Shinso and Sero would help out... they would, however, use whatever knowledge they had to blackmail her for free shit. Which... yeah, she would probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It should go without saying that Kirishima wouldn't be involved. Her baby shark was far too innocent to get wrapped up in such things. But that was all after the fact. Killing Bakugou would be her burden and joy alone if he screwed this up for them.

Come on, Bakugou!

Midoriya's team evaded each of the blonde's attacks, Tokoyami and Dark Shadow successfully pushing him back. With some quick thinking from Sero, a rope of tape wrapped around the blonde's waist and pulled him down to earth. They caught him just before his boots could touch the ground.

Sana released a breath of relief after Midnight ruled it a fair save, meaning they were still in the competition.

For now.

"Don't pull stupid stunts like that," Sana hissed through clenched teeth, fully regretting not having fought harder to be their team's rider. "It's not just your ass on the line!"

"Forget about Midoriya," Kirishima suggested. "There's plenty of points down here-"

Bakugou silenced him with a smack to the head. "I want an indisputable win, Shitty Hair!"

"And we'll get one," Sero agreed, surprisingly levelheaded whenever Denki wasn't around. Is his derpy personality contagious? The peach haired girl blanched. Ahh, it's too late. I've already been exposed. "But until then, we should take out as many of the other teams as possible."

"We don't know how long Midoriya will be up there," Kirishima pointed out, acting as another voice of reason.

"Until Uraraka pukes." Sana wrinkles her nose, her and the other girls of 1-A having stayed behind after Hero Basics enough times to know. It was to the point where Class Mom Momo had taken to creating saltine crackers with her quirk to help settle the brunette's stomach. "But even then, we don't know what the point cutoff will be." The strawberry blonde chanced a glance over her shoulder, willing him to listen to his team—his friends. "We have to secure a place in the finals... with or without the ten million."

Bakugou grunted, begrudgingly urging them forward. She was sure he'd only agreed so as not to waste any more time, but he'd go after Midoriya again before the round was over.

They quickly picked off the teams around them, collecting as many headbands as possible as the clock continued to run out. They'd even faced off against a few of their classmates, including Shoji, Tsu, and Mineta. Sana had to throw up a solid wall of light to keep them from following after them.

They were one of the top teams until-

"What the hell?" The redhead exclaimed. They looked down to see a gray goo climbing up his right leg. Whatever it was was thick and heavy looking, making it hard for them to move forward. A light breeze blew past them.

"Well, well, well..." A lilting voice cooed.

A blonde boy with periwinkle eyes gave them a mocking smile, their headbands dangling from his index finger. "What do we have here?"

"No..." the three horses gasped.

"Class A is much too simple-minded," the blonde tutted, his team eagerly agreeing like the lackeys they were.

"What'd you say, bastard?" The ash blonde snapped, bracing himself on her shoulders to lean forward menacingly. "Give that back! I'll kill you!"

"You're famous, aren't you?" The unknown blonde scratched his chin, tilting his head as though pretending to think hard on it. Then, he snapped, pointing at Bakugou with a wide grin. "Ah, the victim of the sludge incident! Tell me... how does it feel to be attacked by villains once a year?"

Sana stiffened, remembering how poorly the angry boy had reacted the last time such a sensitive topic had been brought up. "Bakugou," she warned, glancing at him worriedly out of the corner of her eye.

"Of course!" The stranger exclaimed with a haughty laugh. "Who could forget the famous Sakanos?" Something shifted in his tone as he said her name, a hidden emotion in his pale irises. "Well," he paused for dramatic effect. "There is one that people forget about... but she didn't really count, did she?" He tilted his head, shooting her a bright, empty smile.

All the air left her lungs, as though she'd been punched.

"It's kind of ironic, isn't it?" The unknown boy continued. "That the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows." The blonde acted playful, but there was hardness that hadn't been there before, when he was onky trying to provoke Bakugou. This felt personal somehow. "That's a pretty accurate comparison, wouldn't you say?"

The strawberry blonde locked her jaw, refusing to engage in whatever game the blonde boy was trying so hard to win. She could feel her teammates watching her, their concern unnecessary but appreciated nonetheless.

"Hey, Sakano," he spoke quietly, as though he was getting ready to share a secret. "Everyone knows your family, and your dad is always on TV. But I'm curious..." The class B boy's eyes darkened, his face carefully blank. She suddenly felt uneasy. Whatever he was about to say, she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be pleasant.

And she was right.

"...where's your mom?" His playful tone was long gone, replaced by icy indifference.

Her entire body tensed, pupils blowing wide in shock and anger. Bakugou surely felt the change in her, with the two being in constant contact. His hold on her tightened. "It's just that," the periwinkle-eyed boy shrugged. "I've heard the craziest rumors, and no one seems to agree on what happened to her. I want to hear the real story from you, Sakano."

"You know, that big mouth of yours is seriously starting to piss me off." Her veins glowed with power. The longer the bastard ran his mouth, the shorter the leash on her quirk became. Who the hell is this guy anyway?

He smirked, his pale eyes glittering with mischief. "You should really muzzle your dog, Sludge Kid."

Oh, HELL no-

"Sana, Kirishima, change of plan..." their rider's face was cast in shadow, his voice low and deceptively calm. The three of them shared oh shit looks. Bakugou not using the stupid nicknames he'd given them, but their actual names? He must be seriously—no, royally—pissed.

Shit was about to go down. Sana was just grateful not to be on the receiving end of the ash blonde's white-hot fury. Lord knows how Midoriya survived it for so long.

"Monoma, don't provoke him!" A member of the other team pleaded, eyeing the demonic aura radiating off Bakugou warily. So, Asswipe's name is Monoma, huh? Good to know in case a Death Note conveniently falls out of the sky at this very moment.

"Huh?" The blonde looked around, perplexed. "I was only saying that bitches-"

Bakugou snarled, his face contorted inhumanly. "DIE!" He surged forward, quirk activated, but somehow Monoma managed to dodge. His hand brushed against Bakugou's arm, setting off his own explosion in the ash blonde's face.

"Bakugou!" His team yelled.

Monoma's next move was so fast that Sana almost didn't catch him smacking Kirishima's forehead. Multiple explosions went off from both parties, but when the smoke cleared, it revealed a completely unharmed Monoma... now using Eijiro's quirk. This guy-

"You both have impressive quirks." He acknowledged. "But I think you'll agree that mine's better."

"He copied them."

"That's right!" The class B student gave their group a close eyed smile. "I'll be going now," his brightly colored eyes now hooded. "And I'll be taking these," He waved the stolen headbands around tauntingly. "With me."

Noticing Bakugou's growing fury, he scolded him. "Oh, don't get mad at me. You're the one who provoked us, remember? What did you say for the pledge again?" He tapped his chin. "That embarrassing thing... let me think..." He chortled. "Oh well, you've done enough for today!" His team quickly retreated.

"Go after them, dammit!" Bakugou ordered.

"I can't!" Frustration replaced the redhead's normally lively tone. He gestured down to his leg, which was still encased in the gray goo. "It's solidifying."

"I'm on it!" Sana lowered herself down on one knee, careful not to knock Bakugou off balance. The ash blonde placed a palm on top of her head to stabilize himself. Sana gripped Eijiro's trapped leg and activating her quirk. She channeled all the heat into her hand and pushed it outward, hoping to melt the gunk off of her friend as quickly and painlessly as possible. The redhead—still in his hardened form—winced at the uncomfortable spike in temperature, but didn't protest.

"Guys, just a friendly reminder that we've got zero points right now." Sero's attention was torn between watching her progress and the dwindling timer. "Hurry!"

"Almost there." After a solid minute, the hard shell cracked, allowing Kirishima to step out. "Alright, we're good. Let's go!"

Monoma's team didn't notice them approaching until Bakugou started screaming obscenities. The class B boy didn't even bother turning around until it was too late. "So persistent-" An explosion to the face cut him off, Bakugou once again abandoning his position as rider to throw himself into the fight.

"Don't act on your own, Bakubro!"

"Tsuburaba!" Monoma coughed out, his hair singed and face covered in soot. One of his team members, a boy with brown hair, blew a gust of air towards Bakugou, encasing him in a solidified air bubble. The opposing team laughed at the sight of the ash blonde relentlessly pounding his fist against the hardened air. They turned their backs to them, moving to walk away.

But they made a grave mistake.

They underestimated the tenacity of Katsuki Bakugou.

The sound of glass breaking was the only warning they got before a large, smoking hand sliced through the air, clutching the headbands around Monoma's neck in a death grip. Bakugou, still in midair, kicked off of the remaining air shield, propelling his body backwards... and ripping two of the bands free. Sero's tape once again saved the day, catching their teammate and tugging him back to the group.

"Team Bakugou seizes two headbands to move to third place!" Present Mic and the thousands of spectators were in an uproar over the last minute redemption of Team Bakugou.

Kirishima punched the air in celebration. "We'll definitely move on to the next round-"

Bakugou banged his fist against the redhead's skull once again. "I told you! We're gonna get an indisputable first place!" He insisted. "We'll get our points back plus the ten million! Flat Face! Tape!"

"It's Sero," the raven-haired boy reminded him with a determined grin, all of them clearly remembering the blonde using their names only minutes ago... except for Bakugou himself, apparently. Nonetheless, he shot a long length of tape forward. It wrapped around the ankle of one of Monoma's horses.

"Flashlight," he grunted, a heated palm moving to cup the exposed nape of her neck. She smirked, realizing what he wanted. My quirk isn't so shitty now, huh? But she obliged, sending him scorching hot energy through the small point of contact. He blasted forward remarkably fast, slamming into Monoma, who unsuccessfully tried to deflect the explosion with another air shield. The ash blonde snatched the rest of their headbands in one swift move.

"Bakugou is merciless!" The Pro commentator squealed into the microphone. The volume of the crowd was now deafening.

They caught up just in time to catch Bakugou. He caressed her skin once more, returning the small amount of energy she'd gifted him, only hotter and more charged than before. "Your turn," he whispered gruffly into her ear.

She grinned devilishly. "Hold on tight!"

Sero wrapped thick layers of tape around their group, their hands gripping her shoulders and arms tightly. Her skin steamed as she readied her quirk. At the speed of light, they zoomed past Monoma's team, the force of their speed knocking them to the ground like bowling pins.

Present Mic's voice oohed and aahed over the move, the rest of the observers echoing his excitement as the clock raced closer to zero. In the blink of an eye, they were across the field, right next to the large walls of ice Todoroki threw up to cage Midoriya in. "Now the ten million!" Bakugou wore a feral smile.

But just as he burst through the ice walls and launched himself at the two fighting teams, the timer went off, concluding the event.

Bakugou landed face down in the dirt, his body shaking violently with full-blown rage. His own team didn't flinch as he screeched in fury at the ground. They exchanged amused looks. Classic Bakugou.

The team, excluding Bakugou, celebrated the success, high-fiving and cheering before squeezing the ash blonde into a group hug.

Across the field, Sana spotted Monoma storming off, his team trailing behind him.

She still didn't know what to make of him, honestly. With Bakugou, his strategy was obvious: provoke him until he slips up. Which he'd done, attacking without thinking only to quite literally have it backfire in his face. But for some reason, it felt personal whenever he'd addressed her. He spoke as though he knew her family personally. Maybe he did.

But then why so many mentions of her mother? It didn't make any sense. The whole thing just didn't sit well with her. She watched the class B student until he was out of sight. Who are you, Monoma?

With some difficulty, they got Bakugou to settle down enough so that his vocal chords wouldn't be permanently damaged (if they weren't already). Sana bumped her shoulder with his, the group of four headed towards the exit.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" He pouted, still in tantrum mode.

"You used my quirk," she reminded him. "I didn't think you'd do that today. Figured you'd think I was weakening you again or something." She rolled her eyes with a laugh, remembering their first day of school.

Bakugou grunted, kicking at the grass with his hands in his pockets. "Idiot. How many times have I got to say it?" His eyes caught the light just right that they appeared to glow. "I wanna fight you at your strongest. If that means giving you a boost, then so be it. I'll still come out on top no matter what."

Sana smiled, shaking her head. "I can't wait to win our bet."

[eoieopda]

I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️

of COURSE! i’m combining this with a request @cinnamin-ji made for my 1k drabblepalooza which, of all things, was SUPER TUNA 😩😂

listen here

c: marriage!au, dad!jin, fishing? lol, not proofread because i’m tired but i’ll come back later to fix what i imagine are numerous, glaring errors!

Kim Seokjin wasn’t known for his quietness. In the years you’d been together, you’d only identified two circumstances in which he was silent. Still.

Come to think of it, perhaps sleeping didn’t truly belong on that list. After all, Seokjin had a habit of talking to you even while he slept. More alarmingly, he proved that sleeping and making himself laugh weren’t mutually exclusive. On more than one occasion, his unexpected giggling broke free from his dreams and ripped you out of yours.

With sleeping crossed off, the only circumstance left on that list was fishing. He went often and, thanks to you, he never went alone.

Initially, it confused you whenever he asked you to tag along. It was well-known that you didn’t have the stomach for catching - or releasing - living, flopping, terrified fish. So, you figured, he wants someone to talk to. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that your constant chatter scared off all the nearby wildlife.

After spending countless, sleepy mornings by the water, it finally dawned on you: conversation was never the point. Seokjin simply wanted to do his favorite thing, in his favorite place, with his favorite person at his side. Even if you were half-asleep, or reading, or knitting to pass the time, you were along for the ride. That was all that mattered.

Well, not all.

Someone had to be there to praise him whenever he successfully caught something. Clapping for himself was too difficult to do while reeling in his prize; and it didn’t hold a candle to your proud grin. Lucky for him, he’d married his biggest fan.

Well, you used to be his biggest fan. Now, there was stiff competition coming for your title. A brand-new contender, a dark horse vying for the role of Seokjin’s favorite person. You were, of course, amenable to a tie. Negotiations were stalled, but would resume once your sole competitor could speak in sentences.

This morning’s trip was a special one. For the first time, it wasn’t just the two of you on that dock, basking in that lakeside sunshine. Importantly - though he was too shy to say so - Seokjin was eager to share his beloved pastime with someone who might actually, meaningfully participate in it. Unfortunately, that dream was a few years away from becoming a reality.

After all, his new fishing partner had only just mastered the art of sitting up on her own.

As you sat in your foldable camp chair, you tried and failed to think of anything better than your current view. No sight could ever compete with that of your husband trying his very best to cast a line, all with a seven-month-old baby strapped to his chest. Two perfect halves making up the whole of your heart.

Every time he drew back, Jinseo’s relentless wiggling prompted Seokjin to lose his focus, his balance, and his - self-proclaimed - perfect aim. When he did manage to follow through on his dutifully-practiced cast, his baited hook would end up in the shallows with the weeds. So, he simply kept trying.

After his seventh unsuccessful attempt, he turned around to face you. You expected him to whine out all his frustration, but he quickly proved you wrong. Instead, he was laughing so hard that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched. If you looked closely, you might’ve spotted a stray, mirthful tear making a break for it.

Jinseo, that chubby-cheeked menace, was unbothered by her role in her father’s downfall. She babbled and kicked her little legs as if her life depended on it, none the wiser. And when she giggled, she did so with her entire face.

Just like her father.

Through your own laughter, you gestured to the marshmallow baby squawking happily under the brim of her floral sun hat. “Do you want me to take her off your hands for now?” You called out, but quickly amended, “Er - off your chest?”

“We’re okay!” He chirped with a wave. Unbeknownst to him, his most-loved accessory echoed his movement - albeit with a tiny, far chunkier hand.

Copy, paste.

With the fondest look you’d ever seen in his eyes, he beamed down at his fishing partner and tickled her sides. As he did, he cooed, “Isn’t that right, Jinnie?”

Her reply came in the form of giddy squeals and spit bubbles, but it sure sounded like a resounding yes to you. Having drawn the same conclusion, Seokjin shot you a wink and a smirk to match.

“See? I’m finally not the only Kim who likes to fish!”

a/n: did give my own name to the aforementioned marshmallow baby? yes. yes, i did. do i regret it? absolutely not! lil beeb ain’t the only jinseo droolin’ over kim seokjin 😂

[inoreuct]

Zoro goes pale and mutters "oh NO" bc you KNOW what this means. She's gonna babble EVERY embarrassing & awkward thing about Zoro to Sanji. Sanji gets to see another side to Zoro in the way he interacts with Perona, as her little brother. And Sanji finds this so, SO endearing. And of course, Persona speaks abt Zoro's good side as well, the side that Zoro finds embarrassing (maybe he thinks is even weak) & is hesitant to show--kind, soft, protective, & surprisingly gentle (2/2)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT. all the gossip in the underworld goes to her or through her (also, get it? bcs she’s the ghost princess? i’m sorry i’ll stop) and i can imagine her yelling WHAT THE FUCK loud enough to make waves across the styx when she finds out from her shade friends that zoro’s head over heels for what, a flower god?? and it’s not just a silly fling? shit, THAT’S why there’s a worldwide famine? he’s bringing sunlight— and she’s like wow ok. in love with a flower god. that is both incredibly surprising and not at all.

she tells this to zoro and he’s like ok excuse me. he is not a Flower God he is the god of SPRING. DO YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT SPRING IS. and at that moment she just stares at him and knows he’s absolutely gone. done for. the ring might as well be on his finger bcs in his head he is a married man. the only reason they wouldn’t get hitched is if sanji didn’t want to.

and THEN she meets sanji properly. he is unlike any other of the other spoiled, beautiful creatures vying for zoro’s affections (aka his gold and power and title). he tosses his head back and cackles gleefully when she tells him about how zoro knocked his two front teeth out chasing shadow puppies as a kid. he gives snarky commentary and agrees that zoro needs more colour in his closet. he doesn’t reply when she asks if he loves zoro, but every single time sanji’s said her brother’s name it’s been in an impossibly fond tone. this one will do, perona thinks.

and mind you, he is her brother first and the king second. sanji watches her wrangle zoro into a vicious noogie about “keeping him a secret, you doofus, and why the hell would you fucking kidnap him? what were you thinking?!” and laughs behind his hand, because same, girl. same.

and sometimes when zoro is out late doing kingly stuff, they sit together by the fireplace with blankets and hot chocolates, and perona tells her new little brother about zoro. about how the king had a soft spot for animals, how zoro used to cry when he saw the souls of cats and dogs and even mice. how their father, mihawk, had gruffly but gently taught him about the way of life, about how it was a cycle (“and maybe he should have thrown one or two courting lessons in there too, gods”) and how zoro had slowly grown to fill mihawk’s shoes. he hid his soft parts to make it seem like he had no vulnerabilities, but they’ve both seen how zoro treats animals and children, the way he treats sanji.

sanji hums happily, and perona sips her chocolate. she likes this one, she decides. she likes this one a lot.

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Abstract: 15 Oct. Suptober

deancas post-s12 au + real baby Jack

Jack was halfway through his fourth masterpiece when Cas shuffled into the kitchen, half awake after a short nap on the couch. 

Dean smiled at him from their spot on the floor. "If you wanted, you could go on to bed."

Cas slowly sat down beside them and leaned back against the cabinets. He studied the painting taped to the floor. "Is this a pumpkin patch or a more experimental subject?"

Dean plopped Jack onto Cas's lap. Jack gave a funny little snort and dripped a blob of drool onto Cas's sweater. Dean was 99% certain there was an incisor vying to make an appearance soon. The drool situation was becoming severe.

"Oh, thank you," Cas said to Jack anyway, managing to sound like he meant it.

Dean turned his head to view the painting from a different angle. "I think he's really captured something autumnal in this abstraction."

"Hmm." Cas bounced Jack, who made one of his patented Lecherous Old Man Giggle noises. "How did he manage to combine the red and yellow together into so many shades of orange?"

"Well, we started with orange, yellow, white, and black." Dean smoothed down a wayward curl behind Cas's ear. "I don't know what happened to the red paint."

"It might be in the tox box," Cas said.

They'd found the old trunk in the basement in August, hauled it out into daylight, scoured it with dish soap and hot water, and once it was dry filled it with teethers, binkies and board books, a rattle shaped like an owl, miniscule socks, craft supplies, and a squishy anthropomorphic candy corn. Tummy time, of late, had been transformed by the suggestion Dean had read about on a mommy-blog he otherwise loved to hate. Finger paint squeezed onto white paper put into a ziploc bag taped to the floor became a canvas for Jack to smear his artistic ambitions onto, in between learning to hold up his own head and participating in conversations with a series of babbles, squeaks, Ah-ah-ah's, and, once, a fart so loud he started crying.

The baby cuddled against Cas's chest. Cas rubbed his back and started humming a slow, silly, rumbling version of The Addams Family. Too in love to hum along too, Dean threaded his arm behind Cas and rested his hand on Cas's waist. Jack patted at Dean's knee softly, as if to complete the circuit.

[chainofhyrule]

Hi! I did read the rules and saw nothing about this beinga no but feel free to ignore this of you cant/don't want to/not comfortable with this, I saw you request where open and wanted to request a cuddley/touch starved hyrule, like he wants to cuddle and be held but doesn't know how to ask for it so instead he does other little things like, sitting more closely to reader or leaving leaves in his hair cause he knows reader will pick them out or even food or dirt on his face, I'll leave it to you to decide if reader catches on or not on whats he's doing, it can either be romantic or platonic (I prefer romantic but you do what your comfortable with), please and thank you 💚

Sorry for the wait! It’s kinda short, but honestly—✨fluff✨

Such cute asks! Thank you both so, so very much!!!

(and thank you anon—I will try to remember)

Roses Without Thorns

Hyrule was never good at holding a smug face for long. Sure, when he was joking with the others, he could snicker and grin just as well as any of the rest of them…but when it came to you? He couldn’t hold smugness in his eyes to save his life.

According to the vet, his eyes practically turned to hearts, instead.

There was little Hyrule felt he could do about his view of you. You always just seemed so…kind to him. You cared for him. You…cared for all of them, really, but…Hyrule couldn’t help but hope. After all…you were always more than willing to help him out whenever he’d asked…

Currently, he sat in the dirt in front of you, his back propped up against your shins. Behind him, you sat comfortably on a log in the clearing Wolfie had found for the group to settle for the evening. As some of the others had begun to peel away layers of armour, Hyrule had come to you requesting some help detangling his hair from the tumble he had taken through some bushes downhill earlier. It had left several small twigs, leaves, and even pieces of soft bark in his hair, which you agreed to help with in a heartbeat. That smile on your face as you beckoned for him to sit…

Hyrule’s fantasies were plucked too soon by a couple of the others, namely the Captain and the Sailor, approached with inquisitive eyes, and knowing smirks.

He couldn’t bring himself to pay too much attention to their words; as far as he knew, they were just babbling about something unimportant. All Hyrule could seem to focus on was your hands in his hair, carefully pulling out twigs and leaves, as your fingers gently combed through a few tangles, as well.

It was always nice, he thought, to be taken care of so carefully. So considerably. It wasn’t something he was used to. Sure, to be taken care of by his brothers was one thing…but with you it just felt…nicer. Warmer. Like he could easily just spend hours right here, as long as he could stay sitting next to you.

He worried this made him come off as clingy, or strange. Always trying to find an excuse to feel just a glimpse of that warmth again. Maybe asking for help to detangle his hair. Maybe wiping his cheek for him when his hands were full. Maybe just…walk next to him, so he has someone to talk to?

Goddess above, he must seem like such a loser…vying for attention like a touch-starved child. He hoped…you didn’t mind. There would always be that little voice in his head telling him he was bothering you, though. Despite how strongly he wished it wouldn’t.

It was the only downside to wanting to be closer to you. There were nine of them, after all. Nine heroes of courage, all equally as entitled to your attention as the others. Was he selfish for wanting your attention to himself like this? Even if only for a little bit? Whatever the answer, and whatever the case…he didn’t want to back off. He liked being close to you. He liked talking to you. He liked being your friend.

…He liked you.

The atmosphere was calm, at least. Wild was at the cooking pot, with Four and Twilight at his either side to help. Time sat close behind, removing his gauntlets. The others all seemed to be doing their own things, with the two of you tucked somewhat close to the edge of the clearing. That was fine, though. He liked the space. He loves his brothers, of course…but he just wanted to enjoy the serenity of your proximity for a bit, is all. Nothing wrong with that, right?

…Right?

Hyrule wasn’t sure how long had passed until you had seemed to manage to free his hair from the terrible mess he’d put it in. When you announced that it was done, he smiled, and ran his own fingers through his hair, surprised at the absolute lack of knots or plant life of any kind. He craned his neck back to look up at you, his head fallen back over your knees. It was…perhaps a bit too cute.

“Thank you, y/n,” he said quietly, smiling as though there was nothing better in the world to smile about.

You nodded in return, and gave your own warm little grin, crooked, and perfect. Your hands rested on your thighs, and Hyrule had to consciously restrain himself from wanting just a little bit more…maybe a hug? Would you give him one, if he asked? He was sure you would…you were just too nice not to. But…the question was…could he ask?

Seems he didn’t need to. A minute or so had passed of him just sitting in front of you, unwilling to move just yet. Despite Hyrule’s own worries or insecurities…you enjoyed spending this time with him, as well. Having someone to look out for, even if there were 8 others, was nice. Having someone want your company, or your conversation, or even just your presence…was nice.

When Hyrule made no effort to move, you decided he ought not to feel he had to. So, you bent forward a bit, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

Hyrule, in no short order, froze. You were hugging him. He didn’t even have to ask! You were so warm…he loved it.

…Perhaps this wasn’t too bad.

Actually, no, he loved it. Loved being close to you. Loved talking to you. Loved being your friend.

…And who was he fooling, really?

He loved you.

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[idcpxseur]

god im so stumped for the endgame ship i have so many ideas so imma just babble until my brain clears out

at the end of this theres a poll so yall should vote on what i should do!

Zanemau

zanemau has such a sweet, sweet, SWEET dynamic in mystreet

i imagine zane falls first and falls so incredibly hard

but he doesnt realize hes in love because hes so dead set on being the best, best friend.

it takes someone else calling him out on his actions (buying aphmau big, expensive gifts, being touchy with her, constantly vying to get her attention, giving her custom nicknames that he will get mad that ANYONE uses)

then when he realizes hes like "oh fuck what do i do" and completely panics around her at all times

aphmau is kind of oblivious to this. "i mean like he does this stuff all the time, why would it be different?"

meanwhile, aphmau kinda slowly realizes that shes falling for him. shes more nervous about completely ruining their friendship more than the idea of him rejecting her completely

the big gifts and compliments and touchiness make her SO happy and excited. i imagine zane is pretty tight with money (despite being a nepo baby and sitting on tons and tons of money from his rich ass parents) so when he actively forks out money EXLUSIVELY for her it makes her heart all fluttery

their feelings are obvious to everyone except the two of them. the group kinda actively puts them in situations where they are put together.

they are very much your typical, sweet "best friends to lovers" dynamic. which is why i love it sm

Laurmau

mcd laurmau makes me go WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOAOAUEHEJFJ

and yes im relying heavily in mcd for their characterizations. those are the true versions of these characters. fight me.

yall seen miraculous ladybug? marichat and ladynoir? yeah. yeah its that. thats them

like okay: he is enamored by her looks but he just becomes absolutely smitten with her personality towards the beginning of pdh season 1. its that highschool crush that never goes away. even when he says it goes away, it doesnt. in fact, as they get closer, it gets so much worse!

he keeps the playful flirting and just teases her constantly

but you know as a friend, so he says

and she always playfully turns him down with a joke or a tease but you know. she knows that's just how he is! he has no feelings for her or anything!

but she was wrong, obviously. when they move to mystreet together after sort of growing apart during college, BOOM! those big dumb feelings come back and laurence is... well you know. hes laurence. he wears his heart on his sleeve and he pulls her aside and professes his love for her.

she turns him down (again) but hes unwavered! they go back to their original dynamic and nothing changes

...except BOOM!!! APHMAU CATCHES FEELINGS!!

mental breakdown ensues (on her end) because "HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY CAUGHT FEELINGS FOR THIS DUMBASS!!! I CANT BELIEVE THE FLIRTING ACTUALLY WORKED OH GOD FUCK!!!"

the next time laurence flirts with her she drops the bomb so casually like

"hey, mlady, when are we going to go on that date?"

"i dont know laurence. when are you going to take me?" cue dead silence and aphmau locking Eyes with him and staring into his soul

it takes like 15 seconds for him to catch on

and he explodes. his face turns beet red. he blushes and smiles and giggles and practically kicks his feet and that motherfucker is GIDDY!!!

everything in their relationship is basically the same except they kiss

Garmau

I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD

god the way hes all shy for her and he subtly (SUBTLY!!!) tries to suggest his feeling for her

I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD IM SICK GOD

THE FALLING TREE SCENE?!?!?@? CHEFS KISS. LITERALLY AARMAU COULD N E V E R

(once again, im implementing more of their mcd personalities)

okok but this is mystreet, not mcd!

in my notes, garroth and aphmau were childhood friends for much longer! but then aphmau moved, they eventually lose contact over time so she remembers garroth the most but not really zane and vylad as much because shed often stick to his side because she has a little baby crush on him

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO STRANGERS TO TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay but... not really "strangers" but they lose contact for a bit and reconnect in hs.

they dont instantly recognize each other but aphmau instantly recognizes zane when she sees him. it takes aphmau way too long (about 3-4 weeks into the school year, when vylad gets introduced and they go to the park together) to connect that garroth the "hot sophomore guy who i am fortunate enough to share air with who weirdly enough shares the name of my childhood crush/best friend but that surely is a coincidence, right?" is the same garroth ro'meave that she used to play with when she was young

garroth... knows. well he gets it much faster than she does. after all, "aphmau" is probably one of the most uncommon names to ever exist in this universe so he pretty much recognizes her right off the bat but how the fuck do you even begin to address this? (is what he asks laurence who literally just goes dude, just tell her)

and then you know how the story goes, the love triangle (love arrow? love axis? love corner??? ITS NOT A TRIANGLE WHY IS IT CALLED A LOVE TRIANGLE) commences, aphmau ends up rejecting both of them because they stressed her out and the boys chill out and then they all become friends

then college happens and BAM mystreet

garroth is more upfront to the fact that he never really got over her

sure he dated ivy and tried to date in college but nothing felt right

being with and near aphmau just felt right in a way no other person has managed to replicate

and suddenly she was back and the world felt right again

but hes still shy and has no idea how to approach her

(i imagine hes much more flirty and a little more like laurence [less extreme tho] when he doesnt really have feelings for a person)

and aphmau well? shes just happy to be back around him. the sun seems to shine brighter when shes with him and she has no idea why

theyre much more awkward then the other two ships i have listed here

esp as aphmau is falling like oh god. the tension??? the awkward pauses and long gazes??? ugh its delicious i eat it up

much like zanemau, it takes the skittles squad™ (aka the mystreet cast) to the extreme measure of locking them in a room and forcing them to confront their feelings /hj

or on the other hand, one of em confesses on complete accident or OOHH on a late night and just spilling their guts

anyway. again much like my zanemau written above garroth would SPOIL her with his ro'meave money and she would not know how to respond

wow i wrote a lot for garmau

BUT WERE NOT DONE BECAUSE WE STILL HAVE

Garrancemau & other ship ideas

so imagine garrancemau as laurmau and garmau happening cohesively much like mystreet where its a "competition" except they have the underlying tension of a college fling or smth like that

and aphmau kinda like. tries to get them together cuz she can see that they also have feelings for each other and they think this is some gay-denial like that

TRUE LOVE TRIANGLE you know???

but like i also wanna try my hand at rewriting aarmau to be less... bad...

*IN MY OPINION!!!

i really enjoy aarmaus dynamic but i do really like it more in a sibling light so i dont know if i really do wanna go the romance route

but also i love aroace aphmau! or katemau or travmau!

APHMAU IS A VERY SHIPPABLE CHARACTER OKAY? SHE HAS GOOD DYNAMICS WITH EVERYONE!!

so yeah. i dunno!! what do yall think? please, im very curious and im open to suggestions!!

*SUGGESTIONS!! i may not take them and decide to do fuck all so please if you give me a suggestion please know that i may not take it but i value your input and i put it into heavy consideration!!

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Complete Monster Throwdown!

The show where we take two Pure Evil Monsters and make them kill each other!

This Week's Monsters...

Darkseid vs YHVH!

Conditions:

True Form Darkseid vs True Self YHVH.

Scenario:

YHVH wants to enslave the DC Multiverse. Darkseid called dibs.

Analysis: Darkseid

There came a time when the Old Gods died. When their existence culminated in bloody, glorious battle that split their world in half, leaving two halves of a planetary corpse to drift apart through space. These two halves would become the utopian New Genesis and the tyrannical Apokolips.

Uxas was born as the Prince of this new rotting world, until he absorbed the power of the infinite Omega Force and was transformed forever. What emerged was far worse than any tyrant, more than a villain and more that just a god. What Uxas became could only be described as Tyranny itself, fascism incarnate, the antithesis to life, hope, and free will. The thing that emerged was the greatest villain of the entire DC Multiverse, the ultimate evil known only as Darkseid.

Darkseid is at eternal war with the rest of existence, vying to claim every throne the DC Multiverse can offer him and erase all free will into his own. From his nemesis on New Genesis, Highfather, to the Justice League on Earth, every hero in every timeline on every planet and across every reboot knows amd fears the name Darkseid.

As the literal, physical embodiment of Evil and Fascism, Darkseid is a reality altering Juggernaut. He has continually fought and defeated the entire Justice League at once, altered matter to turn people into babies and back again, telepathically dominated entire planets full of people with Superman's powers, and telekinetically created storms with ease. Though Darkseid hardly bothers with any of that when he can simply blast you with his homing eye lasers, his Omega Beams.

Erase someone from existence? Omega Beams! Teleport someone to a different planet? Omega Beams! Send someone across time and space? Omega Beams! Get it now or eternal suffering in the slave pits of Apokolips for you! It has been explained that Darkseid's Omega Beams comes from the reality erasing Omega Force absorbed within him, erasing people into "less than nothing" before recreating them when and where Darkseid wishes as a means of teleporting you across time and space. He can erase you down to less than nothing and bring you back at will.

That's not even scratching the surface. For as much as Darkseid resembles a typical supervillain, a close examination of his powers shows he's moreso a reality breaking eldritch monstrosity. He can alter time at will, stopping and fast forwarding it, open Boom Tubes, holes on space time, with a thought, and come back from the dead in an instant simply because he's necessary for reality to keep existing. Even lesser Avatars of himself or just his weaker son Desaad pretending to be him, have performed physics breaking feats. Like that time Desaad pretending to be Darkseid punched a crack in reality in the realm of Order and Chaos.

Darkseid has shown to be an acausal being, unaffected by alterations to space time across the entire multiverse. He was unaffected by the Anti-Moniter devouring reality and Superboy Prime punching shockwaves in time, even as they reset and retconned entire timelines. Darkseid has even fought the Anti-Monitor before and has absorbed the powers of Gods so thoroughly that they've been driven mad and reduced to mindless babbling. Darkseid has consumed universes, manipulated the Source Wall itself, and speed blitzed beings like Flash and Superman, who can outrun time itself.

Darkseid can, and will, make you regret having ever been born, before showing the mercy of killing you. If you're lucky. Ir he could simply banish you to the Omega Sanctum, so you can experience death without end, each on torturously, infinitely worse than the last.

All of this is because Darkseid is something... more than just the tyrant of Apokolips. More than even just a God. Darkseid is tyranny itself across the entire multiverse, transcending reality completely.

Darkseid resides within the Sphere of the Gods, an abstract, dimensionless realm where ideas, thoughts, and dreams become reality and sentient concepts reign supreme over all reality. To vastly simplify, the main DC Multiverse contains infinite spacial dimensions within itself. This is infinitely transcended by the Bleed, which is infinitely transcended by the Speed Force, which is infinitely transcended by the Green, which is infinitely transcended by the Sphere of the Gods. Five layers of infinity.

Hell. Even by the standards of the Gods who reside at that layer, Darkseid is immeasurably powerful.

During final crisis, Darkseid was dying from exposure to Radion, an element that kills abstract concepts, and so as a final "fuck you" decided to fall on top of reality, dragging everything into a black hole where all is Darkseid. He enslaved mankind, even those completely immune to mind control like Wonder Woman, with the Anti-Life Equation, erasing free will completely. loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding × guilt × shame × failure × judgment n=y where y=hope and n=folly, love=lies, life=death, self=dark side. Life under fascism, under tyranny, under evil, under Darkseid is the complete antithesis of life as a concept.

To end this madness, the Justice League threw everything they had at him. Batman shot him with a Radion Bullet, the Flash lead the concept of Death itself right to Darkseid do it could claim his soul, and finally, Superman sang a song of Hope to shatter Darkseid's soul completely.

Even all this, in rapid succession, did not work. Darkseid's fragmented essance was sealed away, from which he managed to continue to create Avatars and Eminations, terrorizing reality even still. Darkseid has come back by putting his fractured true form back together, possessing people and devouring their souls from the inside out, simply willing himself back to life as a necessary part of reality, and creating new bodies for himself on a whim. Even sealed away within the Source Wall, beyond existence itself, Darkseid reigned in Avatars and eventually returned by manipulating Superman to free him.

Simply put, Darkseid cannot be stopped. Only fought. Only slowed. Because he's more than a simple enemy.

Darkseid is every nightmare you've ever had. He's every bad thought in your head. Every selfish impulse. Every act of cruelty. Every life taken, thing stolen, prejudice spread, and pinch of hate felt is Darkseid. Darkseid is bigotry and ignorance and fascism on a scale that simply transcends you or I. Every genocide, every war crime, every drop of bloodshed...

That is what Darkseid is.

Analysis: YHVH

The name of God. The most sacred word. The name you cannot speak. It is one of the seven sacred names of God in the Old Testament and speaking it can cause miracles to happen. To throw that name around lightly is Blasphemy. And greater Blasphemy can there be than taking that name as a badge, wearing it as a mask, and using it to justify atrocities.

The God of Law will claim that name is His. He will claim every sacred name as His. He will wear the mask of God and justify every atrocity in its name. But, deep down, in His darkest moments, when faced by Heroes He wishes to destroy with no one else around... the demon that calls Himself YHVH will admit that that is not really His name.

He is not God. And He knows it. The God of Law is simply fascism wearing the asthetics of Christianity, Judaism, and monotheistic culture as a mask, having gutted them of all culture and history to justify his atrocities.

Shin Megami Tensei's multiverse was created by humans. They observed reality, came to conclusions about its nature, and thus, that nature became true. Reality was given shape by the power of Human Observation. But, before that, humanity was created by God. The actual God. The Great Reason, or the Axiom. All Gods of all mythologies are just fragments of this one being, shaped into unique beings by the human power of Observation.

The God of Law preaches to be this being, but even he knows that is a lie. He us merely a fragment of the real deal. So, he uses God's name as a way to steal prayer. A loophole to put himself above all other gods and religions and make himself the Supreme Being. With his power now absolute, the God of Law cursed all Gods who wouldn't submit into being nothing more than lowly demons, turning Gods like Baal into demons like Beelzebub. Those that did submit, like Thor, were Christianized into his servants as enforcers of Law. Thor himself was Law's chosen pawn to manipulate mankind inti nuclear war so that the God of Law could rebuild civilization in his own name.

If you aren't getting it yet, the God of Law is, both in universe and out, the physical manifest of Abrahamic Myth as used as a justification for human atrocities. Thor as a servant of Law calls back to how heavily Christianized our records of Norse Mythology are and how much of the original myths were destroyed in its wake. The demonization of Baal calls back to the persecution of other religions under the justification of their Gods being Demons. The God of Law wears the skin of God, but with none of the actual philosophical teachings or understanding underneath.

In other words, even in universe, this guy is the ultimate embodiment of blasphemy.

Now, the only threat left to the Law faction was humanity itself. So, the God of Law sought to destroy the free will of mankind or wipe humanity out completely as need be so that humans could never observe him as anything less than omnipotent.

To that end, the God of Law is easily one of the most powerful and devastating threats in the entire SMT setting. His nature as a Demon, an abstract being only given form when a human observes him, makes all conventional laws of physics and causality completely irrelevant. Just as myths change over time and discard their prior continuity, the Gods can change on a dime according to the perceptions of mankind. He can distort space and time, create and destroy entire universes, and give life to countless angels with every breath he takes. He can seal gods away into physical mortal forms, turn humans into angels, will you into centuries of sleep, and destroy the free will of nearly every human in the world with just his song.

Among the God of Law's most devastating abilities are his Almighty attacks. A special, non-elemental effect that completely ignores any and all resistances you might have against his powers. The artifacts like the Omnipotent Orb, which warps reality as to make you immune to all forms of damage, do nothing to stop these attacks.

The God of Law typically opperates through the use of Avatars, so as to prevent exposure to pesky human Observation. These entities include Kagutsuchi, a universe destroyer who controls the flow of all human souls across all of creation. He is used to destroy worlds and make the survivors brutally war amongst themselves to create the next reality, with the hope of convincing them to create a universe with no free will in the next cycle. Or Yaldabaoth, the administrator of the Collective Unconscious whose mere presence was controlling everyone in Tokyo.

The God of Law can erase you from existence and reduce you to primordial clumps of information, curse you into a lesser demonic mockery of your real self, and banish you to the depths of Hell. He is practically unstoppable and unkillable. He has come back from his true form being ripped to shreds and reduced to nothing but mere Avatars, fought against physical embodiments of Death, and been teamed up against by eight different Godslayers at once.

Even when finally robbed of all divinity by the humans he so desperately sought to lord over, the God of Law would eventually return, effectively returning him from being erased from existence. For as long fascism and tyranny wore the skin of other cultures to justify its brutality, he would always return to enslave mankind.

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Throwdown Breakdown:

Well, this is a special occasion, folks. These two quite easily mark the most powerful and evil beings that have ever set foot on this vs show. And they are very evenly matched.

In terms of raw trading of abilities, both of these guys can honestly take a lot of what the other throws at them. While the God of Law can mess with Darkseid's concept, Darkseid has endured and come back from concept killing attacks before, while the God of Law has come back from being erased from existence completely. Existence erasure, soul manipulation, universal destruction, space and time alteration, they've both seen and done it before. As these two battle above reality in the realm of abstract concepts, their avatars would war across timelines, destroying and enslaving entire universes against each others.

So, how do we break the tie? It's time to play our favorite game....

My infinity is bigger than yours!!

We've already put Darkseid at five layers into Outerversal, so how does Mr. Blasphemy stack up?

Atziluth, the dimensionless, archetypal world where the true forms gods dwell as nothing but abstract thoughts has three Sefirot layers within it. That's three right there. The Expanse above that contains the entirety of the Tree of Life, including Atziluth as it's highest layer. And the God of Law himself transcends that, having created all of it.

That's.... five layers. Same as Darkseid.

....huh.

This is a genuine headscratcher. Existence erasure? Both can do it and both can survive it. Mind control that completely erases free will? Both have it and both basically embody that very concept. Time manipulation? Both are beyond cause and effect and are unaffected by retroactive time fuckery. Possession? Both can do it, worst case they just switch bodies. Almighty attacks? Darkseid absorbs the energy and copies the ability. Observation? Why would Darkseid think a lowly mortal human could help him kill a God? Omega Sanction? Banishment? Both of these characters are omnipresent, where could you banish them to? Darkseid is all of the evil in the world and the God of Law is one with everything because humanity believes he's one with everything thereby making it true. If the God of Law were to nerf Darkseid into a mere demon, rather than a God, Darkseid would just absorb some of the God of Law's power and bring himself back up to an equal level. That's how he became Darkseid in the first place.

These two are damn near the same character just channeled in different ways. The God of Law is fascism dressed up with scripture and jargon, while Darkseid is fascism without the mask.

This would be another of SMT's forever wars, a stalemate only broken when whatever protagonist comes along and picks a side. Darkseid would be another subfaction of law, waring with the God of Law for control, while the Justice League adds "mechanical angels" to its "villain of the month list".

Everything that these two can throw at each other, every atrocity that they have committed, and every death to their name is something that their opponent simply is.

So, where does it end? When everyone is dead.

Darkseid does not need the life beneath him to keep existing. The God of Change does. So, the answer is simple. Let their war destroy reality.

Let the blood flow. Let it drown the schools and rot the ground beneath it. Let the Darkness destroy worlds until every light in creation dies. Darkseid would simply let their bloodshed play out, allow the God of Law destroy countless of his own worlds to keep them from Darkseid's hands, and wait to see who is left standing.

When the multiverse runs empty and Law starved without worshippers to give him form, Darkseid will laugh throughout the void. The God of Law will fade away, reabsorbed into the Axiom, and the real God will create the world anew.

That's fine. Another multiverse for Darkseid to rule. Another multiverse to burn.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Darkseid!