#which is never MWUAHAHAHA

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Petition for Abel to get a nice long nap and a break from his disastrous angsty life 😂

Let’s see how many notes I get on this and I’ll write him getting a break 🤣

[okiankeno]

guys we are once again at the 50/50 redux (if I count my vote, maybe I'll subtract it once the poll is done and write the winning one first hehe)

re: My Teeth Your Neck

I'm writing two endings/epilogues. Just gonna give yall the names of the chapters (subject to change), choose one! I'll still write the other, but it'll come out after I post the first ending. (Yes, I'm writing two endings because I loveee both ideas I have in my head).

[alvaeris]

Your recent reblog… of course I wouldn’t leave you by yourself or break any promises!! You’re a very dear friend to me, and I love you so much. I’m your doll, and you’re my owner, which is how it’s going to stay. You’d have to leave me first, and even then I’d chase right after you. You’re not gonna get rid of me easily!! I’ll be around until you get sick of me, mwuahahaha

- Doll

you'd better not!! i'd be very miserable if you did. and lonely too. i reblogged that to make sure you know it! i love you a whole lot too, (way too much) and i would never leave you either! not unless it was for some Greater Cause, which would never happen, because i'm selfish and care only about myself. and you! if i ever try to leave you please kidnap me to bring me to my senses 🥰

[villain-connoisseur]

🌀 and ☔️ for the ask game pleaseeeeee

gawrsh

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven’t written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing…

for sidelines, my upcoming blue lock fanfiction with a karasu x oc pairing Karasu Tabito and Tsukino Erina trace the edges of each other’s worlds-he, a calculating tactician on soccer field, she, a poised dancer sculpting art through perfection. Lingering on the sidelines, unsure of their first steps, they are caught in a delicate balance where ambition collides with connection, both yearning for more yet bound by the weight of their separate dreams.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you’d like to just explain and share because you’re not sure you’ll ever write it? If so, what is it?

that's a good question. i'm always hopping between whatever my muse is stuck on. *checks WIPS* lemme choose a random one. W I S H is a WIND BREAKER fanfiction with a suo x oc endgame pairing but it doesn't start off with that. my oc's name is shinohara serisa and she was in the the same orphanage as tachibana and umemiya. she clung to tachibana the most and umemiya would always stick up for serisa whenever she got into trouble, which was quite often. while he saw her as a little sister, whom he thought he could always look after, she never saw him as a brother and instead he was her first love. she eventually gets adopted by her foster family and exchanges letters with tachibana and umemiya up until she decides to return to makochi for high school. this is where suo comes in because when serisa returns, she's hounded by delinquents as she is looking for cafe pothos and she sees suo (who is waiting for sakura and nirei) nearby and begs him to pretend to be her boyfriend to chase off the delinquents and he ends up flat out turning her down because childish games were beneath him. thus begins their complex relationship because serisa just hates him hahaha...for now. serisa does have a complicated relationship with umemiya who is doing his utmost to assert that he just sees her as a sister, but maybe...just maybe...there are moments where his actions say otherwise? umemiya is a very interesting character because he really does want to keep that family dynamic going (evident with his relationship with tachibana), but serisa very persistent and she thinks he's hiding behind that because he doesn't want to destroy what he has with her. we shall see how it plays out because i did brainstorm some moments where serisa does want to overstep the boundaries to show umemiya that she has never seen him as a brother, but now as a young man. who knows...do he reciprocate? mwuahahaha

[narehatemoon]

Late to the post but blehh

1. when did you find out you are a dragon?

Kinda recently! But it was more of me adding up the symptoms over the years of me acting 'dragon-like' pretending that i was one and crawling around, doing specific behaviors of them and having an obsession over them

2. what kind of dragon are you?

im a drake! a wingless (and er. not-so-smart..) lesser dragon!

3. when did you join the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

I actually joined a long time ago back in 2022! but it was getting really bad for my mental health, so i left. im back again!

4. what are some unique features of your dragon self? can be related to your body, your powers or your behavior.

I have rather short horns and tail, even for a drake

5. what do you think of the representation of dragons on earth?

I think they're super cool! i have a couple of dragon ocs (even hydras and leviathans)

6. do you have memories of being a dragon in a past life or concurrent life?

Nah

7. what do your shifts look like, if you have any?

I typically feel like ive got a more jagged mouth and claws. Sometimes i feel like ive got a tail- but that might just be my horrendous back issues lol

8. what does your species' diet?

Fish and meat!! but I eat other things too, like veggies and pure junk food (popcorn). My favorite is salmon sashimi as I often get strong cravings to eat it.

9. do you have a breath weapon? if yes, which one?

Nah...

10. do you know your dragon body's size?

Around the size of a large dog to slightly taller than a human!

11. do you hoard?

Yes! I hoard rocks and gemstones. unfortunately rather expensive..

12. how does your draconity influence you irl?

Surprisingly not by much, I'm fairly good at masking! Though it does give me the impulsive urge to buy all the gems on the market. And eat the raw meat sitting on the counter in culinary class.

13. do you feel species dysphoria sometimes?

Nah

14. what did/would your habitat look like?

Human society.. mwuahahaha (i dont think id have a proper habitat. maybe a forest would be nice but i honestly like living here)

15. are you territorial? can be a place(s) or other beings.

Now that I think about it? Sort of. never really thought of it as territory before, but i HATE IT when people enter my room or stay too long in there. It makes me antsy

16. what do you think about the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

I think they're cool! It's a nice fun space. I find some opinions I occasionally dont agree with but it's fairly easy to curate my own online experience

17. do you use a special vocabulary related to your draconity?

Nah..

18. does your species have a special language or alphabet?

Nope!

19. do you have a pack/clan or are you on your own?

Never thought about this before either! I consider myself to be on my own, though I still definitely do have friends. could that be considered a clan?

20. where do you spend the most time? outside in nature or in your cave (at home)?

At home! Not fully related to my kintype.. I just like staying in my room all day, especially when its cold or rainy outside- just makes my room super cozy. I'll go out if the weather is super sunny though!

21. what is your favorite dragon media? is it a book series, a show, a video game or something else?

Me and my friends OCs mwuehehe... Other than that, I find monster hunter a pretty cool series. Even though its bout huntin the dragons

22. have you ever met a dragon like you or similar to you?

Nah, in fact ive noticed most dragonkin are different than me. I'm an odd one outta the bunch I spose

23. do you consider your identity spiritual, psychological or something else? do you use these labels at all?

Entirely psychological! This kintype was most likely caused by my undiagnosed neurodivergency (autism) leading me to act and find comfort in being something outside of human! Or thats my best guess atleast

24. do you have any other identities beside being a dragon?

Nope!

25. do you own any gear (tails, horns, jewelry etc.) related to your draconity?

Nah

26. how does your species communicate primarily? do you use speech, sounds/vocals and/or body language?

Speech!

27. is your dragon self animalistic/feral or sapient?

Sapient!

28. do you have a visual description of yourself or something that looks similar to your dragon body?

29. do you have any body modifications (tattoos, implants etc.)?

Not quite related to being a dragon.. I have ear piercings! I plan to get a honey badger tattoo on my back when I get the balls for it.

30. are there any dragons/other dragonkin who inspire you?

Not yet!

31. free space

I think a lot of these answers i cant answer properly (or just answer 'no' to because i feel like my kintype is entirely psychological. I heavily relate to being a drake and find comfort in acting like one. I don't think i had a past life where I was one, maybe that I am one trapped in this body? I unno

dragonkin ask game

hey there! since this year, the year of the dragon, is getting to its end, i decided to come up with some questions for dragonkin and other draconic beings in the alterhuman and plural community. these can be used for personal use in blogs and are free to use for "draconic question of the week" pings on discord, for example. i will explain the reason for those and what i plan to do with them below the questions after the cut. i hope you will have fun with those.

questions under the cut

1. when did you find out you are a dragon?

2. what kind of dragon are you?

3. when did you join the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

4. what are some unique features of your dragon self? can be related to your body, your powers or your behavior.

5. what do you think of the representation of dragons on earth?

6. do you have memories of being a dragon in a past life or concurrent life?

7. what do your shifts look like, if you have any?

8. what does your species' diet?

9. do you have a breath weapon? if yes, which one?

10. do you know your dragon body's size?

11. do you hoard?

12. how does your draconity influence you irl?

13. do you feel species dysphoria sometimes?

14. what did/would your habitat look like?

15. are you territorial? can be a place(s) or other beings.

16. what do you think about the dragonkin/alterhuman community?

17. do you use a special vocabulary related to your draconity?

18. does your species have a special language or alphabet?

19. do you have a pack/clan or are you on your own?

20. where do you spend the most time? outside in nature or in your cave (at home)?

21. what is your favorite dragon media? is it a book series, a show, a video game or something else?

22. have you ever met a dragon like you or similar to you?

23. do you consider your identity spiritual, psychological or something else? do you use these labels at all?

24. do you have any other identities beside being a dragon?

25. do you own any gear (tails, horns, jewelry etc.) related to your draconity?

26. how does your species communicate primarily? do you use speech, sounds/vocals and/or body language?

27. is your dragon self animalistic/feral or sapient?

28. do you have a visual description of yourself or something that looks similar to your dragon body?

29. do you have any body modifications (tattoos, implants etc.)?

30. are there any dragons/other dragonkin who inspire you?

31. free space

the reason i made this ask game is because i will try to answer every one of the questions during the last month of the year of the dragon. this is a sort of "dragonkin ask game/challenge", and you can try it too, if you want.

thank you for taking a look <3

[wastheheart]

Knowing your partner well can make writing together a lot easier!

Repost, don't reblog!

Name: lychee

Pronouns: she/they

Communication preferences: tumblr ims work fine with me, but also have discord available to mutuals!

Muses' names: Esme Cullen, but I also can be found @ Fantine and Meg Giry

Best Experience: being welcomed so kindly and readily into the twilight/supernatural rpc! it's been a hot minute since i've been involved with this fandom, but interacting with everyone and their muses has helped re-ignite my love for this mama vampire.

Pet Peeves/Deal Breakers: i don't have too many, but i'm not overly fond of one-liners (but you do you if you enjoy them!); i also don't particularly like this mentality that can happen sometimes in which good/detailed graphics = automatically good blog. sometimes i feel as if the writing can fall to into the wayside in favour of aesthetics which has always confused me as rp is, by its nature, a hobby centred around writing.

Muse Preferences: tbh, i'm not 100% sure what this means... as long as your muse isn't involved in super problematic things (without reason/just for shock value) then i'm pretty much up for writing with anyone!

Plotting or Winging it: i'm very much up for both! i love winging it and find a lot of the time that a lot of relationship dynamics/character development can come from threads not thoroughly plotted/unexpected.

i also love plotting and will definitely never not want to plot! my mutuals are also welcome to tag me in starters or whatever! as long as we're all having fun then i'm open to pretty much everything!

Long or short replies: this is a bit all over the place for me! i try to match my partners' lengths in my replies so not to be overwhelming. i do struggle with one-liners or short/one paragraph replies. i'm moat comfortable writing novella/multi-para replies, but i can easily adjust!

Best time to write: it honestly depends. sometimes late at night or through the afternoon.

Are you like your muse: for someone who isn't sure if i want kids or not, i tend to write a lot of maternal characters which is so funny to me.

but i think i relate to esme in the way that i care deeply about those i love and tend to go out my way for people i care about. people might think i'm "fake" due to the fact that i don't like being needlessly cruel or mean to people, so... i just think the world is already such a shit show, it could do with both mine and esme's kindness.

tagged by: no-one. stole it from the dash mwuahahaha. || tagging: whoever wishes to partake!

[fernsehn]

do you ever think “what if I invested all that energy and time I put into my job into my own projects?”

[kanene-yaaay]

Sentence Starters - Part 1

I decided to gather all my Sentence Starters in a post. This is the first round! 

Thankys for all the awesome askys and lovely words. It was very fun to rite all of this!

[~.~]

[Is that a smile?]

"Wait, wait," Kaminari stopped the study session, gathering everyone's attention as he got up from his chair, hands resting on the tabletop as he inclined himself on Iida's direction, a grin on his face, "is that a smile?"

Iida immediately blushed, the smile disappearing as he brought his attention back to the notebook in front of him. "No. It was not and I-I apologize for the distraction."

"No, no, wait, dude! Make it come back! Oh, the pain of the seriousness descend upon us again." The blonde cried in faux despair, Kirishima at his side picking up the opportunity of having a break after hours of studying, his eyes flying to the TV's screen behind them.

His eyes sparkled as he saw the characters having a tickle fight on it.

"Bro," he felt a true smirk blossoming on his face, looking his gaze with Kaminari, only to see the same playfulness mirrored at him. "Don't tell me that-"

"AS I WAS SAYING!" Iida immediately cut his sentence, wobbly lips and loud gestures, his gaze flying just about everywhere. "I just remembered I have a very informative and rich book about this topic in my room!" He got up, titters already bubbling on his throat when he noticed his friends following his movements.

He took a few steps away. "I will get it and be back shortly!" Iida adjusted his glasses, strict pose. They wiggled his fingers.

"Don't worry! We will help you."

"Yeah, bro! It wouldn't be very mainly of us to not offer a hand after all the help you gave us, right?"

"Oh," Iida reasoned, "I see."

And then he dashed away.

He managed to just have a few steps before two arms hugged him from behind in a firm, yet gently, grip. The blue haired-boy will forever deny the true squeal that escaped from his lips at this moment, or the barely contained giggles as Kaminari appeared in front of him, fingers clawing the air next to his ribs.

"Now, let's see that dazing smile, shall we?"

[~.~]

[Awww, you’re just a big, strong, giggly bear!]

"Awww, you're just a big, strong, giggly bear!"

Yagi almost could feel the smirk, just as much as he could feel the heat completely taking over his face, smile going from an ear to another, snorts and fast giggles pouring from his lips.

"Am nOT!" His voice failed when Hizashi found a very tickly-ticklish spot right on his upper rib, prodding and poking there, "Nonono nohohoho, wait! Not thehehehere!" his other hand scribbled lightly on his neck, not helping in any way his actual, rather silly, state. "I am!! I ahahaham!"

Now was Hizashi's turn to laugh, taken back with how quickly the number one hero gave up with just a few gently tickles. "Quick like that? Come one, little listener! Where is your resolve? Your determination! You fire!!"

Yagi just shook his head, a squeak running from his mouth. "Plehehehehease!"

"Well, well," Hizashi made a big show of thinking, giving Toshinori some time to take a few breathes, "if you really want me to stop you already know what to say!" And, in a few seconds, he was back at his 'attack', scratching his nails on the other's side, snickering as his friend wiggled on the place.

"No! Anyhihihihi- Anything but thahahahahat!"

"I am waiting. ~"

"Okay! Okay!!! Plehehehehease!" Yamada hummed, slowing his tickles to a finger going up and down Yagi's torso, keeping giggles, yelps and titters filling the air. "I-I ahaham an ahahahamazing friend and peheheherson and - oh gohohohod, no pokes! - and Ihihihi deservehehee nice thihihihihings!"

"You sure do!" Hizashi stopped his attack, blinding smile. "Your giggly bear."

[~.~]

[ I promisse I am doing my best!]

"I promise I am doing my best!" Midoriya half grunted, half protested, pulling the capture's weapon from his friend and only managing to trap him further on it.

"I can see." Shinsou deadpanned, doing his best to not smirk with the other's slight pout in his direction. He laid his head on the tree behind him, closing his eyes, already accepting his fate to hear Aizawa's complaints of him being reckless for doing extra training with a new move and no supervision. "I am going to die here. Give everything I have to my cats, except for the Eraserhead's autograph, that will be buried with me."

That time he failed to control his smile when the fanboy gasped. "YOU HAVE AN ERASERHEAD AUTOGRAPH?"

"Yep."

"Shinsou. I need to see it. Now."

"I can't man, I am stuck." And in a flash all Midoriya's efforts where redoubled. "You're really such a fanboy."

"It's an autograph from Eraserhead!!! You know how much rare this is?" He cried (not literally) in response. "Can you try to at least help me?"

Shinsou opened one eye, lazily, the excited gaze staring him back almost made him feel bad about his next words.

Almost.

"Nah, I am going to take a nap."

"WHAT. Shinsou!"

Shinsou didn't answered, keeping his eyes closed.

"Shinsou."

That was, until he felt a squeeze on his hips, a surprised squeal flying from his mouth, eyes flying open.

Midoriya was smiling, eyes gleaming.

"Midoriya." Another couple of squeezes, his body squirmed from a side to other, a wobbly smile starting to take form on his face. "Midohohoriya, don't you da- NO! You suhuhuhuck!"

"Don't worry, Shinsou! With both of us giving our best you will be free in no time! Plus ultra!!"

[~.~]

[Shhh! you gotta be quiet!]

"Shhhh," Sero chastised with no heat on it, trying with all his soul to not laugh out loud with the mess of giggles and half-French sentences that was Aoyama. "You gotta be quiet! You don't want Aizawa-sensei finding us wake at this hour, right?"

The other just shrieked on his shoulder, hugging him tighter as Sero concentrated his tickly efforts on the back of his ribs, poking his way to the spine and coming back to re-start the cycle.

"Çahahah chatouille! So muhuhuhuch!"

"Sorry, man, I literally understood nothing you just said."

"Mehehehercy! Sero, mercyhihihihi"

"I know that one!" Sero beamed at the change to tease more his friend, happy in see the previous bad mood from the blonde's nightmare disappearing at each snicker. "Merci is 'thank you'. Awwww, you're welcome man! You know I am always here, even if it is to tickle-tickle-tickle all your sadness away!"

Aoyama yelped at the silliness, attempting to concentrate, words and languages losing meaning on his mind. He still tried, nevertheless.

"Tickles!!!! It tihihihihickles!" The black haired boy changes his technique to scribble all over Aoyama's neck, fishing a couple of squeaky giggles. "Non, Sero, non!"

"Yes! Tickles! It's such a cute word, right?" Sero ignored his friend's denying, especially as his words were accompanied by the other melting more on the hug, arms never pushing him away. "And it has a nice ring on it. Like, tickle tickle tickle tickle tickly ticklish tickles. ~"

Giggles and snickers cut the night, filling their hearts and smiles with warmth and joy, and, at this moment, that was all that mattered.

[~.~]

[ "You can't be serious about this." ]

"You can't be serious about this."

"Well, you dipshit, I clearly am! Let me fucking go, now!" For the fifth time, Bakugou struggled - not enough to really escape, but both decided to be quiet about this detail - on Todoroki's hold that pinned him on the floor of his room. Colored eyes stared him back, blinking a few times, curious.

"WHAT." He questioned, ignoring the slight heat to dust his cheeks.

"So, you're not ticklish?"

"Of fucking course I am not. I am not weak like you extras!"

Todoroki hummed and poked his stomach. "I don't think it's a weakness." He watches with analyzing eyes the way the other squirmed and his lips were pressed firmly, looking for any real discomfort but receiving only a 'tsk' on his way. Huh. Adorable.

Poke. Poke. Poke. A quick scribble. Prodding. Prodding. Prodding.

"And this looks like it's affecting you."

"That is because - tch, stop that damn pohoking! - you keep touching me, you half and half creep!"

"No, I think it's because you're awfully ticklish." He wormed his hand to the blonde's armpit, scratching there and freeing a tiny smile for the way his friend's chest shook with trapped laughter. "I am ticklish too."

Bakugou's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "I am getting you back!"

Todoroki hummed, nodding and letting go of Bakugou's hands, immediately attacking the boy's armpits with a vigor that resulted in a mix of crackles and loud laughter.

"Okay," he dodged from Katsuki's hands, which flied on his direction, trying to tickle any available ticklish spot they could find. "I won't let you succeed, then."

[~.~]

[ Theeeere we go! There’s my happy girl/boy! ]

"Theeeere we go! There's my happy girl!" Eri squealed in response, squirming, wiggling and thrashing in an attempt to escape the nimbly fingers scribbling on her armpits, her legs kicking just about everywhere. "That is right! Hear those awesome laughter! Oh, is there a song more melodious than that? I don't think so."

"Paaaapaaa!!" The younger girl protested, "don't behehe mehehehean!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but there is no Papa here!" Hizashi stopped the tickling in order to hold the girl in the air, his 'malefic' grin losing for a second its evilness to show a genuine smile as Eri giggled harder. "I am now the Tickle Monster and I love to tickle sweet little girls just like you! Mwuahahaha!"

"Dahahahahad!" And in less then a second Eri was captured by Aizawa, who held her in a hug, blowing raspberries on her neck. "No! No!" She shrieked in delight "No more tickle monstehehers! Nahaha!"

"You smile is beautiful and don't let anyone say you otherwise." He mumbled, giving her a final, loud raspberry before meeting her eyes. Eri nodded, reminiscent giggles and squeaks still escaping from her mouth, especially when Yamada decided to crush both in a bear hug.

[~.~]

[ “Come on bro-you needed this.” ]

"Come on, bro," Kirishima tried to not laughter out loud as Bakugou turned at him, flames on his eyes as the bucket - previously full of water - fell from his now wet hair. "You needed this."

Bakugou tensed his legs, arms spreaded, ready to attack.

"I was just, ya know, helping you to cool down."

"I WILL SHOW YOU THE DAMN COOL DOWN, YOU SHITTY HAIR."

Kirishima even tried to dodge and run, however it didn't take more than a minute to find himself laid on the floor, Katsuki pinning his arms under his knees, hands kneading his thighs with vigor enough for him to immediately fell in belly laughter, not that Ejirou would try to hold his reactions, anyway.

"Come on duhuhuhude! Takin- ah, not that! - Tahahahaking revenge! That is sohohoho unmanly!!! Hehehehehehe!"

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE DUMPING A FUCKING BUCKET ON ME!" Bakugou retorted, with no real harm, hands switching between tickling the thighs and squeezing the calves, eyes attentive in finding the best spots so he could focus there, snorts freely following his actions. "Stupid rock and his stupid puns. I am going to kill that fucking chicken when I see him again."

"Bu-buhuhuhut, bro! Didn't you know that revenge is-"

"Don't you dare!" The blonde attacked his sides, scratching and prodding there, all his efforts concentrated in not letting the other's next words come out. "Don't you fucking dare if you know what is better for you, you shitty hair!!"

Kirishima struggled, crackles flying from the gigantic smile plastered on his face, a playful glint on his eyes showing how much fun he was having with that. He did his best to take a deep breath.

"Don't." His explosive friend warned.

"Dihihidn't you know that revenge is better served cold- nO NO BAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU! I'M SAHAHAHAHARRY!!"

[~.~]

[Did...did we just break Todoroki?]

"Did..." Midoriya gulped, staring at the teenager still laid on the floor, back turned to them making it impossible to see his previous red face, with a big, full grin stretched on it. He had been like that for the past three minutes. "Did we just break Todoroki?"

Iida peaked from his hiding spot behind the couch, had been dragged there after Midoriya thought the other would be quick and merciless on his revenge. "I don't think so, Midoriya. Maybe he is just resting in order to recover his energies!"

Izuku nodded, hand holding his chin as he frowned in a thoughtful face.

'Or he is planning a sneak attack.' His brain provided and the one with green curls found himself staring at Iida, who still faced their other friend innocently. An evil idea lighted his mind, not even slightly heroic but...

He felt the sudden urge to giggle, the mental image of the serious, taller boy laughing and having fun too much appealing for him to stop his next words. "You should go check him."

"Me?? Why? Don't you think he will ti-" a lightly blush painted Iida's cheeks and he stumbled a bit on his words, adjusting his glasses as distraction, "I mean, attack me?"

'Oh, absolutely.' His mind provided, making it even more difficult to keep his straight face.

"No. And if anything happens you're the quickest one here!" Midoriya beamed, adding when the teen didn't seemed convinced. "And I think he actually fell asleep."

"On the floor?!" Iida was up in an instant, walking on Todoroki's direction. "That is unacceptable! He can suffer from an awful back and neck pain from being on this position for too loONG!"

His last words were broke by a shriek as his legs slipped on the patch of ice created under his feet, making him lose his balance enough for Todoroki to jump and lock an arm around him, digging his fingers on his armpit.

"Boo."

A wall of ice surged in front of Izuku, making him 'eep', Iida's laughter and incoherent babbling filling the air as Shoto clawed his stomach, eyes staring deep into Midoriya's soul when the boy turned to look at him, a playful small smirk plastered on his expression.

"You," the one with green hair felt a shiver run down his spine, a wobbly, excited smile taking over his features "are next."

[~.~]

[ It’s been a while since we’ve done this.]

"It's been a while since we've done this." Her words came out in between reminiscent giggles, the ghost feeling of fingers from their tickle fight still gazing at her skin, the night breeze being enough to lead to a few small yelps before her laughing began to finally die. "I almost forgot how adorably tickle you both are!" She took total advantage of the fact she was laid in the middle of them to distribute a couple of playful pokes.

"Mehe too!" Mirio smiled, bright and happy, pushing her hand away only for her to lightly push him back and both be captured in a roughhousing, his attention being deviated when Tamaki turned to the other side, curling in a ball, silent giggles shaking his body still. "Hey, Amajiki, how didn't you tell me your calves were ticklish?!"

A flustered squeak flew from the shy boy, who needed a few seconds of silence before being able to answer.

"I didn't knew about it too..."

"Aw man! So many tickle fights I could've won!"

"You're welcome! Now, because of my brillant discovering we can enjoy plenty of snorts from our cute Suneater here!" Nejire winked, sneaking a pinch on the blonde's cheek, who retailed with a quick squeeze on her side, both snickering at Amajiki's whine. "Wait, you used to lost the tickle fights?"

"Yeah!!" Togata rolled to pull his childhood friend on a side hug, letting him hide his red face on his neck. "Amajiki has the best sneaky tickly attacks! I never saw it coming before it was too late!" They chuckled. "The best sneaky attacks and the best sq-"

His sentence was stopped by a crackle as two fingers tased his ribs and made him jump away from the other.

"I-" Tamaki gulped, keeping the determined look firm on his face, even as he felt his cheeks burning again as his two friends turned at him with surprised smiles. "I am g-going to ti-tickle you. A-again."

Mirio blew a raspberry at him, Nejire full laughing in the background. "Your neck is almost as bad as his calves, though."

Suddenly her voice was extremely close and Mirio turned around in the exact moment her index finger was almost touching the said spot. "Hey! Don't!"

"Your face!!" She only laughed harder. "Remember... Remember on our first year when I sat behind you?"

"Yes," now was his time to laugh, the memories of high pitched squeaks when the girl would randomly scribble her pencil on his neck flooding their mind. "Mic sensei praised my 'high note', that one time!"

"I think Aizawa sensei almost expelled you both because of those." Tamaki added, in a small - but deeply fond and amused - tone.

"I couldn't help it! You jumped every single time." She protested, too much distracted to notice Togata getting closer, a playful smirk on his face. "It was so cute!"

"I bet it wasn't cute than this!"

"Nono! Mirio!! Nohohohot agahahain!"

Tamaki only smiled, the sound of teases and laughter making a warm feeling take over his chest.

They never said the exact words but it was very clear by the smiles, the memories, the care in every act.

They would be forever happy for the friendship they had.

[lady-charinette]

Since I liked the concept for this, I thought of writing another part (or completely different fic) to this! ^_^ @countingdowndays I hope this is okay-ish :3

A Flustered Mess - Lukanette Fic

Anyone that knew Luka Couffaine, knew that he was a pretty chill guy.

There were a handful of things that could get him out of his composed shell and even lesser things that could truly make him angry.

The most he's ever gotten angry over were all things connected to his friends or family. Whenever they would get hurt or wronged.

Luka Couffaine was a pretty chill guy, but he absolutely lost all his cool whenever she entered the room.

Marinette Couffaine-Cheng.

His wife.

His adorable, kind, smart, creative, crafty, strong and adorable wife.

Did he say adorable already?

She only came up to his shoulders, but she could easily lift him if she wanted.

Which she never failed to employ that particular strength of hers from all the years of being Ladybug. While Viperion and Ladybug had different skills and powers, he could easily admit Ladybug was stronger, not just for the fact her Miraculous was one of the strongest.

Marinette Couffaine-Cheng could kick ass and he loved her for it.

There had been a moment one particular night when she went home from a late shift, still furiously working on her designs.

She'd taken the shorter route to their house, an alleyway which was normally safe.

But not safe on that night.

A group of thugs and no-good roamed the street and Marinette had been surrounded, outnumbered five to one.

For Luka, that had been one of his worst fears and nightmares.

For Marinette, it had been a everyday inconvenience.

The smoothness with which she easily flipped one huge guy over her shoulder and twisted the arm of another, while keeping her legs locked around a third one's neck, just so to make him faint.

The way she'd dropkicked the fourth man, how he staggered and ran away from this 5'4 tiny woman throwing his partner after him, saying how they could be prepared for the police to come after them.

Luka himself had nearly fainted when Marinette had called him that night, saying how she accidentally had twisted her ankle while performing a roundhouse kick at one of the thugs.

Viperion may have taken a short time to get his wife, but he sped past the streets to alert the police quickly, making sure they caught the thugs before he tended to Marinette.

When the scaled hero had gathered her carefully in his arms to head back home, his wife had just giggled and lovingly pecked his cheek. "My hero."

He snorted, kissing her forehead, gaze worriedly scanning her figure. "You sound as if I saved you."

Marinette had shrugged and smiled at him so sweetly. "Well, you did save me the long walk back home with a throbbing ankle."

Luka could just shake his head.

His little melody had amazed him since the first time they met and she never failed to amaze him every day after. She always had something up her sleeve, always a backup plan or three stored in her wonderous mind.

Marinette knew how much her husband adored her, just how she adored him, and the little minx never failed to take advantage of that.

Luka was pinned against the kitchen counter, squirming on top of the wooden surface when his wife's hands rested on the counter behind him, close to his hips. "Marinette, what are you up to?"

He wouldn't admit it immediately, but the sight of his cute, small wife acting confident and flirty always made him weak in the knees.

Not to mention that Ladybug strength she sometimes used.

"Hmm...I don't know." she fluttered her long eyelashes, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "I just wanted to appreciate my very handsome husband." she stretched on her tip toes and kissed his nose, giggling when a fierce blush covered the entirety of his face.

Luka tried to hide his expression with his hand, butterflies wagging a war within his stomach. "L-Little melody, you just-" he stopped himself, twisting his face away so she didn't see the blush on his face.

Marinette laughed, prying his hand away and nuzzling her nose with his, a devious glint in her eye. "Aw, you're blushing Luka!"

He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, face burning red from all the sweet kisses she kept peppering all over it.

He enjoyed the attention, but really grew flustered when his wife smirked at him. "I love you, my knight."

Luka's expression softened, cheeks red and he chuckled, leaning down to rest his forehead against his wife's. "Love you too, my melody."

Peaceful silence filled their house, until Luka yelped suddenly and jumped.

He arched an eyebrow down at his grinning wife, holding him like he was a big stuffed teddy bear far too big for a woman of her stature to carry but his feet still didn't touch the floor, her strong arms wrapped around his middle. "Marinette..."

"Sorry."

Mwuahahaha. Thanks for reading! :3

[cooperthoughtvault]

Could we get headcanons on what might happen if Sly Bentley or Murray went blind?

(mwuahahaha)

Sly

The darkness is unsettling.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s happened, coming to Bentley for any kind of assistance. But that’s kind of hard when the first steps are a literal mystery. 

He has no idea where he’s going at first. And until he calls for them to help, he’s stuck.

Murray would find him poking his nose out of his room, asking the big guy to hold his hand while they walked down to Bentley’s lab.

The results of him miraculously losing his sight is not one he believes.

Bentley has it potentially tied to past injuries (Rajan’s Lightning bolt, Dr. M’s shot at Carmelita) and sees to smuggling Sly to a doctor’s office.

Whether it’s permanent, Sly is forever cursed with a heightened sense of touch. It drives him nuts sometimes as his other senses seem to be weaker than the one, but it does help when he begins reading Braille.

Bentley

The morning this happened Bentley was accepting of his condition.

His eyesight was never perfect, and what with the thick glasses no one could ever see where he was exactly looking.

And now he has even more reason to wear them as no one could ever see what he looking at.

Spoilers: It’s nothing.

Sly finds him when Bentley is a little clumsy rolling into the main room and asks out fo anyone was there even when Sly was clearly sitting on the couch across from him.

The Gang are told and they kind of panic because now the brains of their operation can’t see their maps or his laptop screen or hack or oh my God we can’t function without you-

It takes a while for Murray and Sly to calm down as Bentley briefs them on what’s to be expected now that he’s lost his sight. 

His heightened sense overall would be hearing. He can sit outside and skin over a new book and all the same time scold Sly for arguing with Murray that “No, stealing candy from a baby is wrong even if the parent is an entitled one.”

Murray

As he wakes up in complete darkness.

He’s confused at first, fumbling around his room looking for the light switch.

Bentley finds him as he’s flipping the switch back and forth saying the light’s burned out.

That is not the case when Bentley opens his door finding the lights going on and off.

He has to drag Murray out with Sly’s help when enough is enough, they have him sit down for an hour asking him where he was, what he’s looking at, etc.

The confusion leads to poking and eventually, he’s told he may be blind.

The word doesn’t realy click. And by not click meaning he doesn’t want to believe it. Neither does the Gang.

But to be sure they do sneak Murray in an appointment and come out with Bentley’s hypothesis proven correct.

And this is where Murray breaks.

Who’s going to drive the van? How will he move around? How will he protect his brothers!?

The loss of so many things tied to his blindness has him cry for hours.

Sly and Bentley start helping him adjust, as his clumsyness again becomes prominent in the process.

His overall heightened sense would be smell. It helps as Bentley and Sly have tagged themselves with certain colognes or sprays that help Murray decipher which part of the safehouse they’re in. Also helps as Murray can smell the bitter coffee and seething anger from Carmelita.

-Mod Sly

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I know if this ever happened it would be WAY in the future but does... Hemisi ever find somebody like Link to love? Or does she kind of move on with her life and is happy without a significant other? (I'm assuming that she DOES move on someday...)

Hemisi does learn to move on lol, much easier than Link since she, unlike her other two Triforce companions, had a pretty stable childhood (uh, before she had to fight in a war, and her mom got murdered by her dad, and her brother died in front of her, and she had to kill her dad, and her fiancé abandoned her, and—)

I think she’ll probably be happy someday. She’s not particularly unhappy as early as a few years after everything happened - she’s honestly too busy rebuilding the Gerudo to think about it much after the initial smack in the face. But eventually she gets to look back and see that her people are thriving because of her. Sure, she’ll have dips in mood, but she has friends and people who love her. I’m sure she’ll be lonely sometimes, but she’ll find ways to pick herself up.

Link was the only man for her. She’ll never get together with anyone else.

[afteriwake]

The Crack In The Wall (2/?)

Another short chapter, but as I have all of Doctor Who in my posession on DVD (mwuahahaha, thank you birthday presents) and I saw “The Eleventh Hour” recently on BBC America, I may toss this one into the WIPBB pile. I just don’t know which bang I’ll do it for. Depends on how much more of their childhood I cover in short snippets like this chapter. Anyway, @strangelock221b , you asked for it so enjoy (you too, @thequeenofhades )!

The Crack In The Wall - Sherlock and Amy, together, can face the world. They can survive the weirdness in their lives. But the hope they have as children slowly fades until one day, when they're grown and more than a bit battered from the weirdness, the Doctor returns and whisks them away after saving the world.

READ CHAPTER 1 | READ CHAPTER 2 | HELP ME SURVIVE? | COMMISSION ME?

2001

“You need more sleep.”

Sherlock yawned as Melody poked Rory and they bickered amongst themselves. He was slumped against Amy’s pillows, trying hard not to sleep. The four of them had been inseparable for years and they all knew that there was something that spooked the crap out of Sherlock in his home. Amy had said she understood and even though her Aunt had raised an eyebrow, Sherlock stayed over often. Not that he aunt was there often, Sherlock reasoned, but there was no crack in Amy’s room while his was still there.

“Even away from the crack I just...” Sherlock yawned again. “Maybe I should try coffee.”

“It tastes like bitter bean water!” Melody said from where she had Rory in a stranglehold. “Add creamer. That will do the trick.”

“Twelve-year-olds...shouldn’t...drink...coffee...” Rory got out between breaths.

“Maybe the Doctor will come back and fix your crack like he fixed Amy’s,” Melody said, realizing Rory was tinging blue and letting go. “Sorry, mate. Just wanted to work on the wrestling moves.”

“Wrestling is fake,” Sherlock pointed out

“Greco Roman, not that American shite,” Melody replied.

“Mels!” Rory said.

“What! We’re twelve. We’re almost teenagers. And it’s not like you haven’t said it.” Rory’s jaw moved up and down as he thought of an answer before finally staying shut.

“Sherlock, your uncle is never around, even less than my aunt. Just...stay here in my room. You know I had a crack and it’s gone now. And I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.” She leaned into him, bumping her shoulder into him. “Move in here, why don’t you? Not like they’d care.”

“Other adults might,” Rory pointed out.

“Not like I’d care,” Amy reiterated. “I worry about you, Sherlock. You should sleep more.” There was a long pause. “Sherlock?”

But he didn’t answer because he was asleep, succumbing to the exhaustion that had overtaken him...for a time, at least.

[myxherokacchan]

Hellooo! I just had a thought... What if a reader confesses their feelings to katsuki but he just doesn't return their feelings, then in a villain attack they sacrifice themselves to save him.... Ahh i live for Bakugou angst and i thought you'd write it:))) it can end fluffy or full of tears its up to you

OKAY BUT HOW COULD YOU!?Also I love you & I live for angst so much! mwuahahaha……!! I hope you enjoy~

used the ‘you’ format. Do you guys prefer this or they? Let me know my sweet loves! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Slight spoilers like chapter 70-80? Like mentions of characters and things that happen so there’s a warning? (*´Д`)

NEXT PART HERE ~!

Bakugou, Katsuki 

“Lights! Lights in the distance, we must be close!” You called out tiredly, pointing towards the small flicker of light now more visible as the sun quickly set. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, but no one was giving up, not when everyone was so close to the finish line. But one thing was true, this training camp already sucked! Jumping down from the tall tree you climbed to see where the lodge was at, you landed next to Bakugou who was massaging his forearm with an angry glare on his face. “You okay…? We’re almost there, I can watch your back if you wann—” You attempted to touch him but he smack your hand away and stomped away from you with a loud scoff. You grumbled and followed in the same direction, keeping your distance from the hothead. Bakugou still didn’t want to talk to you after your sudden confession of your feelings for him, he was the one who rejected you, you should be the one ignoring him. You didn’t know what his problem was but you didn’t give up so easily, you liked Bakugou, Katsuki and even if he didn’t feel the same, that wouldn’t stop you from being his friend unless he didn’t want that either.

“I-I like you!” You stuttered out, gripping onto the front of Bakugou’s shirt, your hand managed to grab a hold of him when he slammed you down to the floor during your last sparing match of the first year. Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt your cheeks start to burn hot, your heart even began to pound loudly in your chest; finally you spilled your feelings for this boy. But his lengthy silence made your eyes slowly open back up to stare directly at the confused look on his features before it was replaced with a harsh glare, he replied with a loud snicker before slapping your hand off of him.

“W-What are you stupid!?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t—-! I….. I don’t have time for this stupid crap! I beat Y/N, I win! Next match already!” Bakugou snapped loudly, turning his attention away from you before rushing over to the sidelines to clear the area for the next sparing partners. You blinked a few times, utterly confused at what just happened, lifted yourself off and dusted your clothes. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t seem happy about knowing your feelings…. This was going to be awkward now, great.

Three days at the training camp came and went, the challenges that awaited the class were only more and more tiring, and having to get up before the sun was the worst. Now it was the test of courage! Since you were able to get your grades up last minute with Bakugou’s notebooks, you were able to get out of remedial lessons with Aizawa, thank goodness! You were paired up with Izuku for the test and would be heading into the forest in a few minutes after the last group but that wouldn’t be happening. The villain alliance suddenly appears and everything quickly turns sour, students are screaming, a random wildfire has broken out and what was that smoke! “W-What’s going on!?” you gasped, holding onto Izuku’s shoulder as your eyes dart all around you, so many things happening at once, another ambush!? But it was supposed to be safe! “B-Bakugou!” you cried, knowing he would be perfectly fine but him and Todoroki were the ones who just went inside, amazing or not, you still had feelings for him and didn’t want anything to happen while you just stood around! Without thinking, you ran for it, leaving Izuku screaming after you and a few others but you didn’t listen, you just ran!

You followed the trail as quickly as you could, your guard on high while searching all around yourself in the limited light. You didn’t want to panic but realizing what you had done was making it hard not to, how could you just rush into something like this without backup?! The yelling from more than one person was giving you cold chills, making your body run cold. What the hell is going on! “Bakugou!” You screamed, knowing damn well how stupid that was, but you didn’t see any explosions or hear his voice, you were completely panicking. ‘Toughen up hero!’ You tried to tell yourself but it wasn’t working, and then Mandalay’s voice echoed through your head with the best and worst message of all. Everyone had been permitted to fight but the villains were after Bakugou!

Your knees nearly gave out when you heard this but you kept on, even if your chest was stinging without air and your legs burned, he was in trouble you had to keep going! You ran and ran, running until you were forced to stop, seconds before running straight into the arms of the enemy. Activating your quirk, you were able to block the attack suddenly aimed your way from above, being able maneuver your fingernails the same way this villain used his teeth. While you skid to a halt further away, the villain turned back to the ice wall he was stabbing through, much more focused on that than on you. “Todoroki!?” You screamed, looking around the area closest to them that would allow you to get closer, at least with this boy you would know what happened to the other.

“OI, STALKER WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” The voice that boomed behind the ice was not Todoroki, the second voice immediately after was but you didn’t listen to what that voice said. You hated that he used that horrific name for you but it didn’t matter, Bakugou was okay! Taking a run for it, legs moving before you could think, you ran for the trees going around to completely avoided the villain and come from a different angle. Running back to where the ice wall was, you saw both of the boys with another on Todoroki’s back behind the ice. Your eyes darted up when a sudden black figure appeared in the air, which was the villain launching his body through the hair by his teeth, the sight was terrifying. He kept his sights on Bakugou of all people and sent a few teeth straight for him, and he wasn’t paying attention, neither of the boys were because they were watching you run for them. As you got closer you could see the flakes of blue patches on Todoroki’s skin, he was using his quirk too much and was slowing down! “B-Bakugou look out!” You screamed as he turned around quickly sensing the incoming danger before the warning,but would he react in time!?  

“W-What the hell!?” The blonde screamed lifting himself up off the floor, he was launched backwards so suddenly he lost his balance. Looking back at where he once was his eyes went wide immediately, Todoroki was able to block out most of the teeth but three of them were able to burst through his ice and slice right through Y/N with ease. One in each arm and through the chest, he knew that no matter where it would be on the body, getting stabbed was never something easy to recover from. His knees gave out seeing your horrified face and the blood coming through your mouth, being held up against Todoroki’s ice before the villain retracted his teeth and you fell to your own knees. Seeing you fall to the floor, crying out in pain and trembling, he realized just how terrified he was in this moment, not because of the villain, but because you could have died right before his eyes. “Y-Y/n..!” He cracked while crawling over to your side, carefully bringing you into his arms when he was close enough, clutching onto you desperately, you weren’t the only one shaking now. “You’re fine… don’t you dare talk right now you goddamn idiot! I still gotta tell you how I feel dammit!”

He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you crying now, so much of your blood was already on his skin. “I-I’m glad you’re okay too…” you replied weakly, holding onto his arm, small worried smiles curving on both of your faces before a group of your other classmates suddenly came crashing through the trees, snapping everyone’s attention. What else could possibly happen?!

[glowinggunmetal]

THEY'VE NEVER INTERACTED BUT GIVE NEEKA A FICTIONAL GARLIC BABY. -cough- If you're up for the task of course. =D

We can change that never interacted bit too, mwuahahaha-

Name: Aralira La’fleur 

Gender: Female

General Appearance: I think genetics would put the platinum hair more dominant than the red that Neeka has, but longer kept than Lucien’s is allowed to grow.  Gold/rich-brown eyes and a strawberry blonde to platinum in summer hair, and very pale skin.  Would lean more to the Highlander side of size, though perhaps a bit on the tall side.

Personality: Leaning more to the quiet side given how reserved both parents can come off, Aralira had a good grounding in quiet discussions, manipulation 101, charm 101, and a side of self defense.  A capable woman, she has a self-possess assurance of not just her worth but her own personal value, and she knows it’s there.  Anyone who doesn’t see it, well, that’s their problem and not her issue/

Special Talents: Inherited a gifting with aether - which wasn’t a good thing to at least one of her parents.  Her quiet collective self-assurance ended up displaying not just in an innate leadership bent but in, unusually, a nearly dominating and entrancing musical talent.

Who they like better: Hands down, Neeka would be the more liked parent.  Aralira would have more in common and probably find Lucien closed off or almost confused that Aralira herself didn’t have a passion for ‘tek, and it reflects.

Who they take after more: As much as Aralira likes Neeka more, she would probably take after them both equally, though that isn’t necessarily a good thing.  

Maybe not perfectly, but well enough!  Not having something to really connect to Aralira with though, would be something that would make any relationship with their daughter harder, but he’d try.  Not the best ways, but well, you can only ask for so much... 

[sunset-peril]

Put the dude to beddddd

Signed, someone else needing a break 😂

Petition for Abel to get a nice long nap and a break from his disastrous angsty life 😂

Let’s see how many notes I get on this and I’ll write him getting a break 🤣