#of swapping out classes and changing how things work

[asquared-ohgodnotthehorrors]

Ya know, I have a setting I would love to run a D&D campaign in - specifically a D&D 5E campaign in. The setting specifically requires so many assumptions that are baked into the rules that were given, and without that anchor, that mechanical core, everything sorta falls apart.

The problem is two things however:

1. 5E has a lot of problems. Problems I can no longer overlook- because I’ve played other systems. I’ve seen how much more freeing and fun it is to run other systems, and I simply don’t feel like I can go back to 5E. I don’t want to go back to 5E, despite how crucial the class assumptions and species are to what I want to run. I don’t want the game to be as crunchy, and I don’t want to have to struggle to make my players feel like they’re challenged or forcing a narrative onto a system that isn’t designed to make the narrative I want to run.

2. 5E is dying. Not because of the fan base or anything- no, WotC is actively killing off the rules that were and replacing them with what will be. It’s changing the thing I want into something else rather than making something new. And it’s not like I can just ignore that either- if I somehow found players who wanted play in this system, they would inevitably use those resources, rely on them. And they would be stranded. Few of my friends want to go back to D&D- and I don’t feel comfortable reaching out to that community to play either. Because I don’t think they’d want to play in the world I want to run.

All in all, I just feel… a little lost on what I want to do. There are a few systems that are able to do what I want. And I just feel a little lost.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[dollfacefantasy]

Like Lovers Do

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: Bored with the RPD's fundraising banquet, you pull Leon away to have some fun in a storage closet.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, public sex, friends with benefits

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the chris and leon drabble is next i swear. i just change my mind like every five seconds lmao. i hope everyone enjoys :) as always, i appreciate all the reblogs and comments <3

Applause sounds throughout the banquet hall as Leon flashes his awkward smile. He holds up the small, cheap trophy he’d won, the words Rookie of the Year displayed on the plaque at the base. He’s quick to walk away from the microphone and exit the stage, returning to his seat next to you. Your boss takes his place, but your attention is consumed by him.

“Wow. I see how it is. Don’t even mention me in your speech for your prestigious award,” you say in a hushed voice, a grin spreading across your features.

His cheeks tinge pink as his own smile graces your vision. “I did mention you. I said my partner,” he responds, “Plus, don’t act like you really care about these things.”

You roll your eyes playfully. It was true. You didn’t care about the little superlatives the department gave out for entertainment at the annual fundraising banquet. But that wouldn’t stop you from complaining about your loss to Leon and his perceived lack of appreciation for you.

“I do care actually. And I guess that’s true, but it wasn’t very specific,” you say, “If I’d won, I would have mentioned you.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he shakes his head. “My sincerest apologies,” he says, connecting his eyes with yours.

Just seeing him like this was getting you all worked up. He looked as handsome as you’d ever seen him in his suit. You’d also been wanting to ditch this thing for a while now. You’d shown up and said hi to everyone as you were expected to do. Now you’d grown tired of watching your colleagues galavant around with their dates and swap stories from the job.

“Hmmm… well you know. I think I have a way you could make it up to me,” you say, keeping your voice quiet to not catch the attention of anyone sitting near you.

Leon raises an eyebrow, but of course, he knew exactly what you meant. You both were insatiable for one another. That small lilt in your voice alone clued him in. You’d almost conditioned him to pop a boner when he heard it.

“Do you?” he teases back.

“Mhm,” you nod, rubbing your hand up and down his thigh beneath the table, “Follow me in a couple minutes.”

You rise from your seat. You make sure to be quiet and not draw any attention to yourself, but your hands still rest on your stomach, giving the appearance that you’re suffering some sort of sudden illness. You walk away from the tables and over to the hallway doors, the points of your heels softly clicking against the ground as you go.

Once you’re out, you turn back and watch Leon through the little slit of a window in the door. You see him wait for a few minutes and then look around as if he’s concerned for where you’ve gone. Then he rises in the same way you did and makes his way to the same set of doors.

As he opens them, a giggle bursts from your lips and you pull his body against your own. The two of you lean in for a few kisses. “Nice work, superstar. I’m sure the next thing you’ll be winning is an oscar,” you tease.

“Shut up,” he grumbles as that blush grows a little stronger. He nips at your bottom lip and deepens the kiss before you pull away to walk further down the hall.

The RPD held this event at this place every single year. It was the first for both you and Leon, both freshly graduated. You look around curiously at your surroundings as you head to another door near the ones you’d entered from. You notice the hallway lined with academy graduation photos. Upon closer examination, you spot yourself in the one hanging next to the new door 

“Aww, we look so young here,” you coo, looking at the framed picture of your and Leon’s class. 

A chuckle comes from over your shoulder before you feel him kissing up your neck. “It was only a year ago,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, but you have such a baby face here,” you tease.

“What can I say? A year of working with you has really worn me down,” he replies.

He cracks open the door, and you see inside is just a storage closet. You pull him by the collar of his suit into the small space. He follows eagerly and pushes you up against the wall.

“I’m so sure, Mr. Rookie of the Year,” you taunt, catching him in another kiss.

Your hand slides into his hair, threading through the blonde locks as your lips move with his. Meanwhile, his palms coast up your side, feeling the smooth fabric of your party dress beneath his fingers. His foot knocks into your ankle, a small signal for you to spread your legs.

“Well it’s not so shocking when you consider that I only won because half the time I’m on the job, I’m cleaning up your messes,” he jokes between kisses.

“I think between the two of us, you’re the messy one,” you say back and turn around to deepen the kiss.

His left hand rises to your breast on the same side, squeezing the mound and drawing a tender sigh from you. His right slides down your thigh and lifts your leg by the crux of your knee. He grinds his growing bulge against your panties, a soft moan falling from his lips at the familiar sensation.

This was far from the first time the two of you had done this. It was far from the first time you’d done this with other people only a few rooms away. At work, you’d done it in the bathrooms, the locker room, the dark room, the storage room in the other wing of offices. You’d even done it in Leon’s cruiser once on a boring night. Sometimes it felt surprising you even managed to make it to a secluded place.

You weren’t even fully sure of what you and Leon were to each other. Neither of you had ever put a title on this dance you did. You both let yourselves run on pure lust without much care for fine details. If you were being honest, you were pretty sure you were in love with him. You’d had a crush on him since your first day in the academy. He’d had you hooked on him since the first time you slept together on the night of your graduation in a drunken hurricane of unfiltered desire.

In your heart, not much had changed since that night. The two of you are still wrapped up in a flurry of kisses as he slowly rocks against you, grunting quietly. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the feeling of your body around his. Lowering his head, he starts kissing your neck again. Your noises are the same volume as his, just a bit whinier.

“We gotta be quick,” you mumble against the side of his head. You drag your nose against his soft tendrils of hair. A shaky breath blows against the side of his head.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. You heard ‘em out there. I get things done fast and efficiently,” he teases as his lips unlatch from your neck.

The cocky expression on his face only got you hotter. You pull him into a more aggressive kiss, your noses mashing against one another. His breaths fan over your face as his hands tug your panties down to your knees. He then cups both of your legs behind the knees, folding you in half against the wall.

He pins you there with his own weight as he pulls himself out of his pants. His fingers fish a condom out of his pocket and tear the foil quickly before tossing it aside, leaving it for some poor person to find at a later date. You don’t think of that in the moment though. You’re more enraptured with how you can feel the heat of his tip nudging at the wetness between your legs even with the latex barrier between you.

“Put it in,” you whimper and squirm in his grasp. The teasing side of you was fading fast as need took over.

He grins with a mocking look in his eyes, but he obliges you. He slips it in and lets out a deep breath, savoring the way you squeeze around him.

“Think you should’ve won most desperate,” he teases, “Or maybe neediest little slut.”

You go to defend yourself, but all that comes out is a whine. The confident side of him rears its head. It was kind of funny to you how your dynamic would shift once he got you craving his cock. Another mewl escapes you as his hips retract and push forward again.

“What was that? You know I’m right. You couldn’t even wait to get back to your apartment,” he continues.

He begins pumping his hips for real, and all you can get out for a moment are broken whimpers. He fucked you just right, always did. He was blessed with a thick cock that rubbed up against your insides in a way that felt like heaven. Your legs clamp against his sides as your head tilts back against the wall. The thrum of the bass starts vibrating through the cement again, letting you know they had turned on the music again in the other room.

“Fuck Leon…” you breathe before crying out sharply as he rotates his hips to hit your sweet spot.

Your own hand flies to your mouth to cover it and muffle any other noises. He smiles at the sight and kisses your cheek, resting his forehead against your temple.

“That’s right, gotta keep quiet. If anyone walked by and heard, we’d both be getting fucked,” he says and continues rocking the both of your bodies as he thrusts into you.

You nod. Your other arm wraps around him tight to keep yourself supported. You’re starting to sweat, but you can feel that he is too. Fucking fully clothed probably wasn’t the smartest idea either of you had indulged in, but it felt too good for you too honestly care. Your hand slips down of your face as the pleasure takes over a bit more.

“Leon… fuck, I can’t…” you moan softly.

He guides your hand back to your lips before returning his own to your knee to keep you up. His fingers dig into your legs with a bruising grip and he thrusts quicker.

“Yeah? You gonna cum already, baby? That’s pretty fast. Maybe that’s another award you should win,” he pants.

“Shut up,” you mumble against your hand as your hips start involuntarily rolling against his.

Your breasts push up against his chest as your body writhes against the wall. He just keeps going, wanting to work you to the edge you were fast approaching. His shaft slides in and out over and over. You smile as your head spins with the pleasure.

“I feel it coming,” he whispers, “I feel you getting all tight. Just cum for me. Let it out.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You let the coil inside you snap and moan into the palm of your hand. You buck and bury your head in the crook of his neck. His eyes close, focusing everything he has on his own release. It doesn’t take much longer before he’s attempting to silence his groans against your flesh. His hips jump and his knees quiver for a moment.

He holds inside you for a moment longer, letting the both of you come down before you attempt acting normal again. When that time comes though, he carefully pulls out of you and helps you back onto your feet. Your legs are kind of wobbly, but you maintain your balance. You work on fixing your dress and hair as Leon gets rid of the condom and puts himself back together.

You reach down to pull your panties up, but he stops you, shaking his head and smiling at you.

“Give ‘em to me,” he says.

You stare at him for a moment, in some form of disbelief, but you go with it. You liked the idea just as much as he did. Letting them fall to the floor, you step out of them and then pick them up and place them in his hand. He shoves them into his pocket, smug smirk on his face the whole time.

He then pulls you by your waist for one more kiss. “C’mon, we should go back now. Don’t want anybody thinking we ran off.”

You laugh a little and nod. “We should just run off though,” you say.

“Only a couple more hours and we can. My place or yours, we can go back and replay that all night long,” he says before giving you a smack on the ass and following you back to the hall to return to the party of unknowing guests.

[petew21-blog]

Love thy neighbor

Jerry:"Oh look he posted again. And look at the quote '

Instagram - Clark_779:'Luke 6:31: Do to others as you would have them do to you. We all have to remember to be kind to each other'

Harvey:"I can't stand him anymore. Such a fucking hypocrite. Pretending to be a good christian and at the same time making our lives at school a living hell."

Jerry:"Yeah, you're right. But he won't change. He'll be the same asshole as he is now"

Harvey:"Maybe not"

Jerry:"Yeah right. You're gonna give him a lesson on ethics and he's gonna be kind. How about Red Riding Hood. That's a good story too. Maybe you should tell me that one"

Harvey:"If you'd let me talk I would explain it to you. I have been visiting this bookstore that seels antique stuff"

Jerry:"Aaaaand you found a love option that's gonna make him fall in love with you. Great"

Harvey:"You know I'm not gay and no. Something better. I got these two rings to swap our bodies"

Jerry:"Sure. And you know they work?"

Harvey:"We could try it out right now"

Jerry:"What if we don't change back?"

Harvey:"The man said that it should be fully reversible as long as both of them are wearing the ring"

Jerry:"Ok, fine. It's not like I believe your. But why not"

The took the rings and put them on their fingers. But nothing happened

Jerry:"Look, man. I know you wanted to believe it, but you gotta learn that there are scammers in the world and they...."

"...just want to rob you." Jerry finished the sentence but now from Harvey's body

Jerry:"What?!?"

Harvey:"Told you:

Jerry:"Dude, thus changes everything. We could ne the most popular people in the entire school. No, we can be anybody"

Harvey:"Calm down. We got a lot of time ahead of us. But for now I think we should stick with low profile dudes like Clark"

Jerry:"Ok, let's see if we can swap back"

The exchanged the rings again and after a moment were looking back at the other person. Harvey noticed that his dick was now hard in his briefs, but decided not to comment on in so that he wouldn't leave embarassed and his plan would go to shit

Jerry:"Ok. So how do you wanna do it?"

Harvey:"I got a plan"

Jerry:"I don't want to get beat up"

Harvey:"Someone has to sacrifice. Now go and provoke him. I'll intervene as soon as he would start beating you"

Clark was talking with his bros near the lockers. Jerry didn't have to say a thing and Clark noticed his presence:"Hey, fag. Got my lunch money?"

Jerry sped up and went on as if he didn't say anything. Clark ran out to get him as his bros stood behind. He shoved Jerry against a locker, making him collapse on the ground. That was a big hit. Jerry felt his back aching

Clark:"I was talking to you, nerd. Give ne your money"

Jerry:"I don't have any money today"

Harvey came closer and offered him the ring. "You can sell this for a better price than just lunch". Clark grabbed Harvey's sweatshirt and lifted him up against the locker. "Who said you can talk to me?"

Harvey stayed calm:"Please, just take it and let us be". Clark took the ring and looked at it. It seemed manly. Not like one for woman. He liked it. "Fine. Only this time" he let go of Harvey.

Harvey was next to Jerry now. Jerry was aching. While Harvey looked surprisingly confident. Jerry:"So? What now? What if he sells it or throws it away." Harvey:"Now we wait"

They were sitting at the front of the class along with the rest of the seniors. Clark was with his bros at the back. Harvey was trying to observe him, but everytime he did some of his bros noticed.

Jerry:"He's playing with the ring" And he was. History class probably borec him so much that he had to take a look at it.

Harvey turned around and noticed as another jock took it from him. "Oh no" he noticed as he was about to slip it on his finger and immediately took off his. Jock looked how the ring fit. He said to Clark:"Can I keep it?". "NO, it's mine. Echoed silently through the class"

The teacher didn't care that they were shouting. He was in support of our school jock and was in their favour so he let a lot of things pass

Clark took the ring back from the other guy and put it on his finger. Jerry said:"Now Harvey!" Harvey slipped on the ring as well and waited

Few seconds later. Jerry looked at Harvey's face that changed expression. He even spoke out loud:"What're you looking at, fag?" Jerry was shocked. This was real. He looked back to see Clark smiling back at him. "Holy shit" Jerry said out loud

The teacher scolded him Jerry. Mister Barren. There will be no such talk in my class. Go visit the prinicipal right now and take your things. Jerry had a hard time trying not to smile

Clark was so dull that he still didn't notice yet. Jerry went to the principal where he got his detention. Message arrived to his phone from unkwon number:"Clark is really passed. He screamed out at the class. He made me look like a crazy person. Come to my NEW car"

Jerry was nervous. He was always scared to even get close to Clark's car and now he was about to go in. He opened the door and sat down. There He was. Clark, but not really Clark

"Sup, fag" Harvey said. They both laughed

Jerry:"Holy shit dude, this is crazy. I can't believe it"

Harvey:"No, this is crazy. Check these out" he said as he flexed Clark's arm right into Jerry's face

Jerry:"Holy shit. Dude? Can I...?

Harvey:"Sure thing. Go ahead"

Jerry squeezed Clark's biceps and let his fingers go along the lines of his muscles. "This is incredible"

Harvey:"So what now. Wanna get your new body?"

Jerry:"I think we should wait until the drama about your body is done. Your body looks crazy right now and if there were the two of us, It might be more suspicious. I say we go to your new place. We should check it out"

Harvey:"Right on, mister. Hold your glasses"

Harvey wasn't a really good driver and it showed. The ride was... a bit dangerous

They entered the house. It was completely empty

Now the boys inspected the modern kitchen with a fridge full of great food.

Jerry:"Dude, this is amazing. It must be crazy good to be this rich"

Harvey:"You know what's also amazing? Check it" he lifted up his shirt and swestshirt, pulling his jeans down a bit

Jerry:"Wow. Dude. Those are really hot. Can I touch them?"

Harvey:"Why are you even asking at this point? Haha"

Jerry went closer to give it a feel. He was so close to his tormentor/friends face now. He expected a hit from his body or that his body would betray him and he would start kissing him instead. "Ehm... wanna maybe go upstairs to see his room?"

Harvey:"Sure. I mean, we'll be spending a lot of time there. Playing video games and so on. So we should atleast check it out"

After an hour of playing Harvey let go of the controler. Jerry:"Anything wrong Harvey?"

Harvey:"I'm Clark now. And I'm sice of not appreciating this body" he started undressing

Jerry couldn't look away. He was so hard right now. " Harv... Clark? Maybe you should wait before I leave?"

Harvey:"Don't pretend like you don't wanna see these guns and the rest. I know you do"

Jerry:"Oh... you do?"

Harvey:"Sure. I know you're gay. I could even feel my dick hard when we swapped before. Can't really hide that"

"Now look at this beautiful big dick" Harvey said as he held it over his boxer briefs. "No wonder he keep fucking everyone at the entire school. If I had this body and dick I would too. Oh wait... now I do. Haha"

"Let's take a proper look at it. Oh wow. It's so thick. Wanna check it out?" Harvey said with a seductive look at Jerry

Harvey didn't wait and got over Jerry. Sliding down his boxer briefs.

"Come on. Touch it. I know you want to"

Jerry hesitated, but Harvey put his dick into his face. Jerry took the dick into his hand. It really was big. "Oh wow, Harvey"

Harvey:"I told you, I'm Clark now. And you should suck it" he said and pushed his dick towards Jerry's mouth

He smiled:"I knew you'd like it you little, fag"

Jerry couldn't help it, but this talk. Pretending to be Clark and sucking him off was so amazing. He wanted this moment to last forever. Or atleast to be repeated several times

Jerry swallowed all of the cum. Harvey was now in the bathroom cleaning himself off and taking photos

Jerry at Harvey in the bathroom:"I think we should talk about it, Harv... Clark."

Harvey:"Talk about what? That you just sucked my dick?"

Jerry:"Yeah. You said you are straight and now you let me do this. Did you do it just to cheer me up or because of the attention"

Harvey was still around the corner in the bathroom:"Kinda both. But do you really think that I would be straight in a body like this. Especially when his body looks so good in this?"

He entered in a maid's dress. Showing off and flexing his muscles right at Jerry

Harvey:"I couldn't let this body be straight. I would just limit my options.

Jerry pushed down his hard on

Harvey;"And if you'd want we can pick you a nice girl's bldy and be a cute couple fucking around at home and at school. But I think you'd rather let me fuck another hot stud and get revenge on these hypocrites. Am i right?"

Jerry nodded in approval

Harvey:"Good. Then let's pick you a hot body. I can't wait to fuck you"

Anonymous request in inbox

Can you do a classic swap story between a nerd and a straight jock? I always find those to be super hot

[kroosluvr]

like a house on fire

cele notes time YAHO!!!!

as seen in the very small authors note on slide 2 swap!akira is a master class idgafer and expert ragebaiter so yeah he dgaf abt kasumi's "legacy" or whatever. he's just trying to get sumire mad and drive a rift btwn her and goro so that he can make maruki's reality true

it's funny bc even tho it does make sumire and goro argue more, akira's antics actually bring sumire/goro closer together. <:)

TLDR (you can look at my other swap au poasts (1) and (2) for more info!) swap!akira is kind of a bastard and sumire/goro aren't sure if its just him playing devil's advocate, but he's fighting hard to make maruki's reality real. it's more because he knows he's a dead man in the true reality (re: engine room) so, at least in the fake reality, one version of akira kurusu can be alive and happy...

but sumire/goro insist (halfheartedly, on sumire's part) on dragging akira along on missions and infiltrations bc goro, at least, wants to change akira's mind: to tell him to do what's right, to believe in the true reality. even if it means you'll die. it's the right thing. it's the true reality.

sumire kinda hates his guts (mostly bc he keeps bringing up kasumi all smug EVEN THO he never was close w kasumi, but he pretends that he is to spike a reaction out of her Which works too well) but i think as time goes on (this is also long winter au btw) she kind of Understands where he's coming from and can see under all of his 100000 thorns and smoke and mirrors and see him for who he truly is: just a scared boy who doesn't want to admit defeat. who still wants to live a content life, but knows keenly it's far out of his reach now.

i like how in this swap!au, sumire is the one who has beef w akira (the way goro has beef w akira normally) and also i just like sumire being bitter and angry i think its awesome

edit: also i think it'd be funny for someone to really call out sumire and DIG DEEP (maybe too deep) goro would never say this in canon i don't think, he's too busy dgafing for the most part. but i think swap!akira would for Chaos reasons

more 2 be elaborated soon but as always if u have questions. da ask box is open

[namelessgakusei]

And you are...?

Mark Grayson x Reader

Warnings: Idiots who swapped their bodies, mentions of Invincible War, gender neutral use of "guy"

Notes: Gaku's been busy from uni in the past few days, but the itch to write kept me distracted lmao. Brought to you by Gaku who's having an indigestion and procrastinating an assignment.

Synopsis: You've always wanted to be a superhero.

"Some mornings, I wake up crying without knowing why. That sort of thing happens now and again."

You've always admired heroes.

Flying up in the sky, saving innocents, basking in the praise and glory, overall being a good person, it's something a powerless nobody like you can't have. Still, it's nice to dream. Who knows, maybe one day you'll wake up with powers, right?

In your half-delusional mind, you tried every wishing tactics to get you out of your mundane life: wishing on a wishing fountain, a well, 11:11, shooting stars, manifesting with the Shrek meme, praying for 100 days straight, folding a thousand paper cranes—

You can't help but yearn for a change, an excitement, adrenaline of high pressure situations where people depend on you.

—Obviously, it did not work, but you still kept your wish in the back of your mind. The daydreams about being the one seen on tv, a superhero that everyone can rely onto, kept you entertained during boring college classes. You're not fully romanticizing it, as you have an inkling about what heroes go through. If celebrities, who are powerless like you, get harassed 24/7, what's to say about the superpowered individuals?

A glance from the window of your classroom granted you the sight of Invincible. Damn, if you have flight, you won't have to commute all the way to your uni. In a way, he's like Seance Dog. The resemblance reminded you to buy the upcoming edition tomorrow.

...Ugh, will this day get any worse? First, the train back home was too cramped that you're forced to go on your tiptoes, barely balancing yourself whenever it comes to a stop. Then, you missed the bus after running out of the station. You nearly missed the last copy of Seance Dog if not for that one guy who pitied your despaired expression. Thanks, cute guy.

But, your bad luck hadn't stopped when you nearly got caught in the crossfire between a group of armed robbers and some superheroes. Seriously, why rob a rural bank?! You made a run for it, clutching the latest edition of Seance Dog like a lifeline as you rushed out of the fight.

"I HATE THIS LIFE!" You screamed as you stopped about a good distance away from the chaos. "I hate how mundane everything is! How weak I am! Please! Let me be born as a superhero in my next life!" You cried to the air as you heaved for breath, uncaring if anyone looked at you strangely. It was cathartic for a moment, until thunder boomed and you got soaked on your way back home.

At least you managed to get the comic safe and dry.

You took a short shower and changed to comfortable clothes before plopping to bed, too tired to even read Seance Dog. With how bad your day is, you don't want to risk doing anything more today. You just want to rest.

Yes... You'll reward yourself tomorrow by reading the comic first thing in the morning.

An alarm rang obnoxiously, with a tune of distant show theme. Mark woke up with a groan, body aching for some reason. Did he slept wrong? It's been so long since he woke up with body pains that he instinctively thought that he was attacked. No, he really slept in a wrong angle— has his bed always been this soft? There's more pillows that usual—

Wait. This is not his room.

Did he got kidnapped? No, this is too sloppy. Where is he? How did he got here? This looks like someone's bedroom...? Upon sitting up, he got a better look at his surroundings. There's a cluttered desk full of papers and notes, with a school bag by the floor. The window's nearby! Maybe he can slip out and go home—

Mark fell unceremoniously on the floor. ??? What? He... can't fly? Wait, what?! His arms look different! His clothes are too...! This isn't what he slept on yesterday! He wasn't drunk and clearly remembers retreating to his room after another day of helping out with the city clean up. Scrambling to his feet, towards the full body mirror by the wall, Mark's eyes widened at he saw.

Who is this?!??!

Who—

"Morning!" You waved at your friends just after you opened the door, with them greeting back. Ah, it was a shame that your alarm didn't ring this morning, you didn't got to have a grace period to read the comic you bought! Surprisingly, the plastic was removed and it was placed on your shelf? Did you tossed and turned on your sleep so much that you started sleepwalking? You don't remember cleaning up your desk though...

Huh? Today's Wednesday? But yesterday was just Monday, right?? Why can't you remember anything that happened yesterday?? Oh no, did they gave out homework? Did you do it? You still have time to cram, you can bullshit it out—

Oh, you did. But... this isn't your handwriting...? You write neater than this, the equations are right but there are too many erasures, and the order of writing is different from how you usually do it... You don't even remember this lesson! There are earlier notes, hastily scribbled unlike how you usually do it. The assignment for yesterday was also done and graded, though with the way it's barely recognizable made you raise your brow.

You were met with your peers chuckling about you returning to normal. What? Did something happened yesterday? They said that you were too awkward and jittery whenever someone talks to you. What??

It was when lunch came around that you noticed something in your phone. A note, pinned on top of your notes app.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, yesterday's events seem to came back to you in a hazy recollection.

You woke up from falling to the ground, it's been a long time since you fell out of your bed, you were confident about your learned ability to sleep like a log after all. Did you really got stressed out from the events last night? Hopefully you didn't crease the Seance Dog comic, you didn't put it on your table and slept beside it after all.

Wait, why do you smell everything at once? Blanching at the mix of scents, you sit up and rubbed the back of your head. Your alarm might've not woken you up, but this sure did. Hopefully you weren't late, ugh, where's your phone...?

With groggy eyes, you squinted when you can't find it by blindly patting the bed, and well, you weren't sure why the sheets feel different too.

"Huh? Huh?!" You visibly flinched at the sound of your voice, instinctively clutching your throat. What? "What?" Huh? "Huh?!"

"Hello...?"

It wasn't just your voice. Your hands, your arms, your body, your skin! It's not yours! This isn't your room! Is this a dream? Wow, did your wish manifested to your dreams too. What the hell, sure.

Standing up, you slowly adjusted at the feeling of this foreign body, snooping around the room to find out more about your dream's direction. This room's bland. Like someone just sleep here and doesn't live. There are ghosts of posters and other memorabilia but it has faded over time. Yikes, this really is your dream if Seance Dog is the first poster you see lol.

"Mark?" A woman looking in her late thirties opened the door and peeked inside, looking confused as to why you're gawking to nothing. "Yes—?!"

"I heard a thump earlier, are you alright...?"

"Yes! Yeah, yeah, sorry 'bout that." Okay, so your name is Mark. Who's this diva? Gotta placate her to not rouse any suspicion. Smile, (Y/N). "I'm fine, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." It's not entirely a lie, but apparently it's enough for her to retreat out, albeit with a worried and reluctant expression, before closing the door.

Mark? That's your name in this dream? You can name a number of Marks you know. Wait, what does this Mark look like?

Wow. Pretty privilege will surely work if you have this kind of face in real life. You look a bit like the lady from earlier, are you her son? Should you call her Mom, now? Mother? Surely there must be clues here and there.

You're a bit too excited and treated this more like a game than a dream. A mystery game where you have to navigate through clues to figure things out. You don't know the plot of this dream, but it's been so long that you had something so realistic that it had you giddy as you swung the door open, smiling from ear to ear.

You nearly screeched when you saw a purple boy floating, with an equally shocked expression as he stares at you.

You snapped back to reality when your friend called your name, completely forgetting about the events of yesterday.

Mark was panicking. Who is this?! Okay, don't panic. This is clearly a civilian. A civilian who's supposed to be going to school based on the readied uniform and how much the alarm has been blaring for the past few minutes. Okay. This could be a dream, or not. Regardless, he won't risk it, he'd done— he... had done so much damage in the past, he won't let this add up to the pile.

He considered calling Cecil for help, but quickly revoked the idea. Mark still has his aversions to the man, and he won't let an innocent person get involved into his mess. For now, he'll try to go through the day and try to contact his allies later.

An unopened Seance Dog volume caught his eye from the mirror. Is this guy also a fan? Upon closed inspection, this issue is months old! Are they a collector? If they're a student, then they should have an ID, right? Oh, there it is.

(L/N), (Y/N).

What a busy student they are. Why does their phone keep on ringing, damn it. Mark sighs and picks it up before tripping over his own feet to prepare for school. The alarm was for them to do their assignment and Mark just spent it having a crisis. What do they do first? Breakfast? Bath? He's so slow in this body, do you even exercise? Where even is your school?!

He would've laughed at the situation, saying that he's like an cliche anime school girl if he's not scurrying around your home like a headless chicken, trying desperately to keep your schedule on track. Your notes are neatly (shoved) inside your bag, as well as other essentials that he's gambling on being needed later. He'll do your assignment on the bus or something. Sorry (Y/N), it's been so long since he had to go to school without being interrupted by his duties.

Barely making it on time, and sweating buckets, Mark heaved for breath inside the bus, looking like a dying fawn as he practically begged for the driver to bring him to your school. He wonders about your social life, is it like his? Or are you on the popular side? God, are you a bully?! He hoped not.

What the, what's this homework?? He doesn't know this! He's sure he missed this part in class (if he even has this subject), due to how many times he has to ditch school to fight villains. Do you have notes? Did he even pick the right ones???

Mark spent the next 30 minutes cramming it, using your notes as a reference. It was messy, but he thinks it makes sense. He... actually had fun with those questions. It made him feel normal, even for a bit.

The final boss battle is how to act like you in your uni. He won't ditch class, the last thing he wants is to ruin your life, but he needs to find a way to get back to his own body. Is this... Upstate University? But, wasn't it burned down? So this is a dream, then?

Why would he dream of his university when he dropped out??

Was it guilt for what happened? For the lives lost during the war? Maybe. But this dream doesn't look like the usual nightmares. No, it's mundane. Like the everyday life of a student.

Your classes are different from his, and he had to adjust with how fast paced your lectures are. By the end of the day, his hand is numb from keeping up with note taking.

If this is a dream, why is he working so hard? Your friends kept looking at him weird, that's why. Subtle questions about your well-being are constantly asked of him almost every period; you are pretty well liked, (Y/N). Mark can't keep up with the social pressure, leading him to keep up the farce.

Mark plopped to your bed with a tired sigh. This dream is too stressful for him and he just wants to rest! Why does he have to relive being a college student in his sleep?? A crinkle of plastic made him open an eye as he noticed the brand new comic from earlier. At least he could read Seance Dog in peace.

The issue is nostalgic, he remembers looking at this particular one online due to the relinquishing the last physical copy over someone who looked too haggard upon arriving at the store. Mark smiles at the memory, though he can't remember their face anymore, their meeting left a funny feeling inside him.

While this dream is strange, it made Mark a bit happy to see everything like it was before. Back when things were still manageable despite being fucked up. Before people started dying left and right. Before being a hero is more of a burden than a mantle.

Mark sighs and closes his eyes, but not before reaching out for your phone and opening it with your fingerprint. He's thankful he figured it out before locking you out the device. Typing something in the notes app, Mark figured out that it won't hurt to leave something for you. Dream or not, he's a bit curious over this school mate he didn't knew, who shared the same interests as him and was too busy for their own good.

This time, he woke up in his bedroom. So, it was a dream after all. Not that it matters, the memories are slowly slipping out of him. Mark was about to get up when his fingers bumped with his phone, an unsent message to an unknown number flashing in the screen.

"Holy shit, I'm Invincible."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Azul Ashengrotto - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

I wonder how our newest little business campaign will come to fruition... Heh, oh how I so look forward tomorrow's sales numbers.

Summon: One will usually interact with more people on their birthday than any other ordinary day. In order to deepen personal connections, I must act strategically.

Groovification: I should dress myself promptly. I'd like to make the most of what little time I have available in the mornings.

Home: It's my private time from here on out.

Swap Looks: A wonderful morning.

Home Transition 1: I appreciate how everyone seeks me out for counsel... After all, the more I know of other people's quandaries, the better.

Home Transition 2: A moment ago, Deuce-san shouted his birthday greetings towards me with such fervor. I can't say I'm used to that sort of well wishing...

Home Transition 3: I've started seriously looking into stocks recently. It's never a bad thing to learn all you can before trading.

Home Transition - Login: I refuse to receive gifts as a rule, however birthday cards are another matter. I make sure to read through each one and keep them well.

Home Transition - Groovy: Not only did he wish me happy birthday before classes began, but he also intends to visit the Mostro Lounge... Epel-san is a model freshman.

Home Tap 1: Better sleep quality leads to a more productive performance during the day. It was absolutely worth investing in proper nightwear.

Home Tap 2: Whenever Cater-san graces the Lounge, there is an uptick in the number of customers we see. Now may be the time to unfurl yet another trendy new dish!

Home Tap 3: Hairstyle is an important factor when it comes to first impression. I am always careful to set it so as to give off a professional appearance.

Home Tap 4: Of course, I fully understand the sentiment that money is not a necessity when it comes to celebrating someone's birthday... Yet Ruggie-san takes it to a whole different level!

Home Tap 5: The internet may be quick with how it disseminates information, but sometimes newspapers can still provide unexpectedly valuable reports. How about you give reading one a try?

Home Tap - Groovy: You would like me to teach you some makeup tips? Of course, I don't mind at all. That is, if you are willing to pay a suitable fee.

Duo: [AZUL]: Epel-san, there's no need to gift me anything. [EPEL]: No need to shy away, Azul-san.

Birthday Login Message: [Yuu]-san. Have you, by chance, come to celebrate my birthday? Good timing, I had just hit a roadblock with what I was doing, so I welcome the change of pace. You're curious what this is? Well, it's a new board game. The other day, I only just barely lost to Idia-san, you see. I absolutely must figure out a winning play before our next bout...! Oh, are you intrigued by this board game as well? Perfect, how does a friendly match sound, as I work through possible strategies?

Requested by @oya-oya-okay.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Overwhelmed

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Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,170ish

Summary: Everything becomes too much when Bucky's away.

Notes: I'm incredibly overwhelmed right now. The scenarios in this fic are based on my true situation. The only problem is that I'm all on my own.

You and Bucky met at a fundraiser for your school. Sam had convinced him to come to help raise money. You were the energetic teacher in charge of it all and Bucky was immediately smitten by you. With some meddling, Sam got you and Bucky to swap numbers and Bucky asked you out on a date. The two of you have been together since.

That was six months ago. In that time, you and Bucky have grown close, sharing many things close to your own hearts. He’s shared experiences from his life, including glimpses into the Winter Soldier, while you shared your teaching experience and your chronic illness. You had been thankful that up to this point, you hadn’t had a flare up with Bucky, but you knew it was bound to happen.

You were taking on a lot at work. You were the leader of your teacher team, running student council, in charge of the yearbook, the pseudo tech coach, and just the person people came to for whatever they may need. You had been come to be known as the person people could rely on. You were also known to be good with students who had behavior problems, so you had many of those in your class. And now, you were just asked to do a fourth / fifth class next year, which you had done in the past. 

It was all beginning to pile on and you felt like you couldn’t say ‘no’ out of fear for disappointing anyone and knowing that others couldn’t handle the tasks at hand. You could feel all the stress seep into you physically and, on your way home from school one Friday, you could feel a flare up coming on. You held it together until you got home and then curled up on the couch and broke down into sobs. Everything hurt. Emotionally, mentally, and physically.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you shakily pulled it out. It was Bucky, who you knew was away with Sam right now. He was calling to check on you, like he tried to do after school every day. You took a few deep breath’s before you answered the phone.

“Hey, Buck,” you tried not to show like you were barely holding it all together.

“Hey, doll,” you could hear the small smile on his face. The one he saved for you alone. “Just calling to check on you. How did your day go?”

“It was, uh,” you paused to clear your throat, “fine.”

“Are you sure?” You should have known that Bucky would catch on. He wasn’t an idiot and was very in tune with you. “What are you not telling me?”

Letting out a shaky exhale, the tears built up again and there was no stopping them. “It’s been… a lot. Everything’s finally getting to me and I don’t know how to work through it all.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“They asked me to teach the split class again… and I said yes.”

“Y/N…”

“I know what you’re going to say, Buck. But who else was going to do it? The options aren’t good. The— The students couldn’t handle the other options and I’ve done it before. I can do it again.”

“At what cost, darling?”

“I know…” You moved slightly on the couch, a pained groan slipping through your lips. 

“What was that? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t believe you. What else is up?”

You sighed. “I… I have a flare up starting. But I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with it for years now and thankfully, it’s the weekend so I’ll take it easy.”

“I should be there. I shouldn’t have gone on this mission with Sam. Doll—“

“Stop that, Bucky. I’ll be fine. Just finish the mission and I’ll be here waiting.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there, sweetheart.”

“No need. I know you’ll be back soon and make it up to me.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and curled further into the couch, knowing that you’d probably fall asleep like that without any food or even changing. But it was just too much too move. You were in too much pain.

~~~

Bucky stared at the phone after the call ended. Guilt was bubbling up inside of him. He hadn’t ever been there to help you through a flare up before, and here he was, not there again. 

“You okay there, Bucky?” Sam wondered, watching the whole interaction.

“No,” he replied, stuffing the phone in his pocket. “I’m going home. Y/N needs me and I need to be there for her.”

Sam smirked. “I hope you know that I expect a child named after me.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Go. Help your girl.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

~~~

Though Bucky didn’t live with you, he did have a key to your apartment. It was slightly past midnight when he slipped into your apartment. He snuck further into the apartment, glancing around to make sure he didn’t accidentally do anything to disturb you. He headed for the kitchen to quickly get a drink of water before his eyes caught sight of you on the couch. Bucky’s heart broke as he took in the sight of you curled up on the couch. You were still in your work close and there were dried tear tracks on your face. He could also see how tense your muscles were.

Quietly, he came over to you and gently scooped you up into his arms. You whimpered as he did so.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “Just gotta get you to bed.”

“B—Bucky?” You slurred.

“Yeah, doll, it’s me.”

You began to wake up more. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t stand the thought of you struggling on your own.”

“Really?” You quickly grew emotional again.

“Really, doll. I’m here for you. So let’s get you into something comfy.”

~~~

Bucky helped you get changed as he soon realized it was currently hard for you to easily help yourself. After you were changed, Bucky helped you get comfortable in bed.

“Have you eaten or taken any meds tonight?” Bucky wondered. You sheepishly shook your head. “Alright, I’ll go whip something up.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Be right back.”

~~~

Once Bucky was sure that you were fed and that you had some medicine down you, Bucky climbed into bed with you. He knew that you were in pain so he kept to his side of the bed.

“Bucky?” You whispered.

“Yes, doll?” He responded.

“Can you hold me?”

“Are you sure? I don’t—“

“Please. You won’t hurt me. I promise.”

Bucky moved closer and carefully wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you into him. “This okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your face. “I love you, you know that? You’re the strongest woman I know.”

“I love you so much, Buck… thank you for coming home to help me.”

“Always, doll. I will always come home, for whatever reason.”

[jack-fruit]

Hello tumblr I have a Billford species swap AU that I have no plans to do anything with but makes me ill.

A lot of this is copied from discord so bear with me if anything sounds weird:

The stage, if you will: Bill Cipher is a college grad who held parties at his frat house first and went to classes second. Despite this, he managed to charm and improvise and scheme his way into graduating with flying colors. He lands an internship, but quickly decides he hates being bossed around and decides to start his own business. Maybe it's a crypto scam, maybe it's a somewhat successful business that is a front for illegal drug sales, or maybe it's a tourist trap. Up in the air.

Point is, even as he wiggles his way into- what most would consider- a pretty cozy life: one where he can still throw parties and boss people around to his liking. He's still Bill Cipher. And he wants *more*. And one day, maybe in a cave, maybe on an abandoned street corner- somewhere few other souls dare to tread- he finds an inscription written in code. And he's not stupid, but he is curious (and egotistical: surely he can best any beast that crawls forth), so he works on translating it, finding the inscription promises scientific knowledge beyond comprehension if spoken.

Bill reads it, and while he's wary, what comes to him is no demon or monster, but a little shape. He introduces himself, excitedly talks to Bill about how he's laid put many inscriptions, just like this one, scattered throughout different planets and different universes, but Bill is the first human to successfully translate one. He tells Bill about where he's from, about other dimensions and Bill...well. Why try and become king of the earth, when you can become king of the *multiverse*.

So he goads the little thing along. Praises him, thanks him for his share of knowledge, tells him his idea. To build a portal and bring human civilization to the multiverse at large. And of course Stanford (call me Ford!) Is enthusiastic about the idea. He even tells Bill about this fantastic little spot in the universe that's weaker than the rest the hole could be punched through. Helps him with the blueprints. Doesn't realize *what* Bill really is. A monster

Additional notes:

Their backstories are kinda mishmashed. Ford grew up with a twin but always felt out of place. He tried to share knowledge with the people of his dimension and somehow ended up lost from home, unable to return. He tells himself it was worth it- to help try and enlighten them. And even if he failed there, he won’t fail for others

Bill burned down his entire neighborhood as a kid and had to change his name and book it. No one knows how he wasn’t caught for this.

Instead of playing up the muse/god angle, Bill takes a different approach. Bc as he's first getting to know Ford and feeling around him, he learns that many species *do* view him as a god or at least a benevolent entity. And while Ford is clearly charmed by those views, he also clearly views them as silly people with silly ideas about the universe at large. No. If Bill wants to gain his trust, they need to be equals. They need to be *friends*.

Ford genuinely wants to spread knowledge and discovery to as many places as possible and he likely succeeds. And of course being viewed as a god or benevelot deity certainly does great things to his ego. But deep down- it is about discovery. About learning as much as he can and encouraging others to do so as well. And while he's definitely ran into those with ill intent before none have been quite so sneaky about it as Bill has. And none quite so charming. So *understanding*

Ford thinks of Bill as his cute little human pet that slowly morphs into friendship as he realizes wow. Humans really are quite clever and carry on such lovely conversation while the whole time Bill is like "I need him in a nice roomy birdcage I need to contain him the other aliens we find can all be sold off for all I care but this one my personal little pet" so there's straight up a period where they're both like "I love my dog" ab the other

Bill does fumble god here

Also here’s a drawing I did these are canon designs i worked really hard on bill:

[antimony-medusa]

Female Characters and the Big Sister Problem

So in this fandom we love family dynamics, and something I see pretty regularly is characters written as a family even if they didn't have that relationship in canon. When it comes to things like SBI family dynamic or Kristin as SBI's mother, some people might not even realize this isn't canon, because the trope is so strong. And now with a lot of people 3-6 years into the fandom, we're expanding the family to other characters— I see Niki big sister pretty regularly, or Niki mother. Puffy mother, Gem sister, Pearl sister— etc. And I know people are writing this because they love family and familial love— family is one of the strongest bonds many people of experience and people are writing this because they want these characters to be part of this network of love!

However, there's also a pitfall when writing canonically non-family characters into a family in its simplest form, especially to female characters, and I think some people might not realize it— so I thought I'd point it out.

One of the basic ways to write a story is you have your main character or main duo, and everyone else is in a supporting role. If your story is about one character, then often things revolve around them— around tommy, or techno, or ranboo, or grian, or jimmy— and everyone else is there to play support. Often in a family situation, big siblings and parents take specifically nurturing and caring support roles.

And when all your female characters are is their nurturing/caring role as a big sister or a mother, if that's what defines them within the narrative, or if you always write them in that way, there starts to be a problem.

Particularly when you look at canon— these characters were not in nurturing roles originally. Kristin is a powerful goddess presiding over death, Niki is defined by rage— Geminitay is out here bullying her friends and building beautiful things, Pearlescentmoon is working multiple jobs and joining revolutions. Roscumber is inventing new types of yuri daily. The list goes on. These are characters in the original with their own arcs and quirks and hopes and dreams! And every time you change someone from their canon role or characterization, that's sending a signal about how you see the character and your specific victory condition for the character. When you hold up the character to the light, are you holding up good at combat, or powerful, or mischievous, or organized competence— or nurturing care of a male character who is the centre of the real story? Are you doing this over and over again? Is the tag full of this?

And again, sometimes you don't have time to get into the background and characterization of all your side characters, that's just a narrative focus thing. But if every time you're using this character nowadays, you're swapping their canon character out for a nurturing role, that starts to message about how you see the character, and further, how you see female characters in general.

When you write a male character away from canon characterization into a nurturing support role that's one thing— the fans of that character are probably not gonna be hype but that's not like, a societal trend. But unfortunately the pushing of female characters and female-perceived people into a nurturing support role is something that hollywood has been doing since we invented film, that people have been doing since we invented stories, that society does every day. It starts to grate. It reduces women down from complex beings into the care they can provide men, and again, I don't think anyone is doing this on purpose, but when you meet it again and again in fiction, boy. I start pacing my room and muttering. It is one of the classic sexist tropes for how to write women, unfortunately. Every terrible guy in your creative writing class who got told to add more female characters does this, and boy, we don't want to be like terrible guy in your creative writing class.

So! You have to make sure your character comes alive as more than just nurturing support. If your heart is set on family, spend a little more time rotating that character. What are her hopes and dreams, and quirks and foibles? Can she contribute to the plot in a way that isn't just support of the main character? Can she provide a narrative role that isn't nurturing? Does she get to be the centre of attention and have other characterization? Can you make her really funny and scene-stealing for a scene, or show that she has a life outside of her family? Consider writing a story or an arc where she's the main focus!

Or even, I'd strongly suggest considering writing women in as not family at all. Expand that circle of influence away from the home. Does your main character have peers or adversaries or friends? Coworkers? Brothers in arms?

I think sometimes people go to family because it's a fast way to show how important a character is to a person, because so many of us think "sister" and feel that tug of affection and importance. And because people love family, which makes sense. Family is important to a lot of us! But if you can show that importance in a different way, through the narrative, you've celebrated a character you like, and you've sidestepped the pit trap hollywood is digging for us. Because boy is hollywood lining up to make this a pit trap. Movie after movie after tv show with female characters who are only there because they're family. It's as bad as the woman who's only there to be sexy, because it starts to message that the only way a woman can be important in someone's life is if they're related to them. Which is not an improvement on women are only there there for sex.

And I don't think anyone is doing this on purpose, and no one fic or au is necessarily "oh this one is sexist", but it's about the trend. When there's one fic that does this, you go "aw this person loves family". When it's every second fic that does this, you start to go— wait a minute, what's the signal being sent here. And we are unfortunately there, as a fandom. We've been there for a bit. And it doesn't mean that every female character in a family dynamic is bad characterization— women also exist in families. I am in one, in fact. Family is cool. But this trope does map so precisely to sexist writing tropes and carries so much potential narrative weight that you've got to do some quick maneuvering to avoid all that, if you're doing family.

So please, I'm begging you, when you're bringing women into the story, make sure family roles is not all your women are, or consider the joy of making them not family at all! Most people your character meets will be not related to them, perhaps your selected character is one of them.

Godspeed, may your women be complex and nuanced beings henceforth.

[ohlawdthevoices]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Transference | masterlist

Tags : bakugou x f!reader, body swap au, strangers to ???, switching povs, found connection, slow burn i think, confused feelings, slice of life, emotional tension, not romantic yet but it’s getting there, accidental vulnerability

w/c : 1.5k

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Bakugou had already punched a toothbrush holder. He didn’t mean to, he was actually going for the wall— but he barely had control over hands that weren’t his, the hand he was controlling was way too soft, too thin to be his,

“what the fuck is this—”

The words died in the air.

still that same unfamiliar voice. too smooth. too calm. way too feminine. he stared at the mirror again, jaw locked.

it wasn’t a dream, wasn’t a prank, wasn’t some sick science experiment. he’d been awake for over an hour and not once had he snapped out of this body, or this house, or this weird life.

somewhere out there, someone was probably walking around in his skin, he was silently hoping this wasn’t a villain with a body switch quirk, no couldn’t be— the body he was trapped in didn’t seem like a villains, unless the quirk holder could make two randoms switch bodies..?

Bakugou’s thoughts were quickly interrupted but the reminded that he was stuck here now no matter what—wearing PE pants under a girl’s school uniform because there was no way he’s going around in a skirt, about to be late for a class he didn’t know at a school he’d never heard of, with a phone that refused to unlock and a mom that kept calling him “sweetheart.”

he might’ve been in what he considered hell, but he was still respectful enough of the person he switched with to change with his eyes closed, he couldn’t be bothered with even putting a bra on because hell if he even knows how to do that ?

he stomped back into the bedroom—whoever’s it was—and dug through drawers like a raccoon on a mission. no clues. no ID. just random crap. hair ties. glitter pens. and a photo album next to a disposable camera, flipping through the pages gave him no indications except that you liked taking picture with your friends.

A knock.

“y/n, let’s go! you’re gonna be late again!”

Bakugou froze. y/n? that had to be the name of whoever’s life he was trapped in. great. cute. now someone was yelling at him from downstairs like he wasn’t already about to combust.

“coming,” he called back—and winced.

even saying that sounded wrong. his voice didn’t carry the way it used to. no weight. no bite. he cleared his throat, but it didn’t help. he grabbed the nearest bag, zipped it shut, and marched downstairs, determined to fake it until something exploded.

a woman stood at the door—mom-looking, apron and all, coffee in one hand and keys in the other. she turned, gave him a look like she’d been waiting her whole life for him to just get it together. “you forgot your lunch again.” fuck— of course they had to speak a different dialect that the one he grew up with in Musutafu,

he blinked. “…right.”

she held up a bento box shaped like a cat. “you okay? you’re usually more talkative in the mornings.” he stared at her. then at the bento. then back at her. his brain short-circuited. “yeah…just cramps” was it too obvious he was trying to act like a girl ?

It was the first thing that came to mind. It worked. “oh, baby, I told you to start tracking those—”

“gotta go,” he barked, already yanking the door open.

once outside, he was met with actual fresh air, no sound pollution, and especially no clue where to go next.

thankfully, a group of students walked ahead of him in uniforms that matched the one he was pretending to wear. he fell in step behind them, dead silent, hyper-aware of the eyes, the air, the wrongness and especially his confusions.

this wasn’t U.A.

this wasn’t even Musutafu.

the buildings were different, smaller, suburban. no dorms, no training zones, no yelling. just early morning peace, and him stomping through it like a landmine.

Bakugou clenched his fists—delicate, unscarred, annoyingly moisturized—and that just pissed him off even more. his mind running wild as he tried to look calm. questions overlapping each other.

he made it to the school gate by following the crowd and sheer willpower. the building looked normal—too normal. Like one of those anime high schools with sunshine and club flyers and girls squealing over boys with side parts. he hated it.

the second he stepped inside, it hit him. again

he didn’t know where the fuck is he supposed to go.

people waved at him. called his name—your name—and smiled like they knew him. he grunted back, hoping that looked casual enough, and immediately dipped into the nearest bathroom to regroup. being in the girls bathroom felt like a crime but he did what he had to do

the mirror still hadn’t changed.

he splashed cold water on his face, stared at it. leaned in. this isn’t wearing off. his skin was still smooth, his eyes weren’t red, and his voice still came out like a breathy threat.

his your phone vibrated. he snatched it out of the pant’s pocket. still locked. He tried again: 0-1-2-3. 1-2-3-4. 1-1-1-1. nothing

he nearly threw it at the wall. instead, he stuffed it back in his pocket, stormed into a stall, and sat down with his head in his hands like the world was ending.

then he heard it. a girl outside, laughing “she’s acting so weird today, right?” Another one chimed in. “yeah, I said hi earlier and she didn’t even smile at me. I mean she looked like a mess, probably slept bad or something.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. he stood up, flushed nothing just to make noise, and slammed the door on the way out.

by some miracle, he found your classroom. it had your name on the roster taped to the door. the second he stepped in, the teacher gave him a weird look. “you’re late.” he grunted. “traffic.”

more stares. more whispers. he sat down in the back and avoided eye contact with everyone. someone passed him a worksheet. he stared at it. math.

“…what the hell is this,” he muttered, flipping the page like it might suddenly make sense. he squinted at the numbers. It didn’t help, he was usually good at math but his brain felt too foggy to focus.

you better be doing better in my body, he thought grimly, grabbing a pencil. he filled out two questions before giving up. at lunch, he skipped the cafeteria and found a corner of the school rooftop instead. no one followed him. finally, some quiet. some space to think.

he pulled the phone out again. he had one idea left.

he looked through the wallet in your bag—scanned through your school ID, your birthday.

he typed it in.

Unlocked.

Bakugou exhaled through his nose. “finally.” he scrolled through your apps—photos, messages, notes. nothing helpful. then he found the diary app. he hesitated.

Don’t.

he opened it anyway. the entries were recent. short. casual. way too personal. half of it was school stress. the rest was just… stuff. feelings. random thoughts. one line stood out.

“some days I feel like I’m not even in the right life. like I’m just waiting for something to start.” he stared at it. then slammed the phone shut and shoved it back in the bag like it burned him.

too much, too weird.

he stood up fast, pacing now, heart pounding. this wasn’t a random switch. there was something more here. something off. and if he didn’t figure it out soon, he was gonna snap.

tags : @mammons-lover @snapeeballsack @claireeredfield @palanggaaa @ellaaa505 @kinkykeira123 @skylermiller1 @ilovemushroomss @ilikeyyouverymuch @mar-098 @idontwannatalkrn1

[whore-ibly-hot]

How would Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, and Carter react to Y/n getting sick?

(love your boarding school btw❤️)

(also I'm sick with a cold😫)

ARGHAHAHAHGG7RURH I LOVE SICK FICS!

Mr. Critch: He'd be extremely cross with you, what nerve of you to skip his class, is it because you think your special, being the head masters kid? He pulls Harrison aside, and demands the boy tell him why you aren't present. When Harrison explains, he scolds him harshly for not having you 'quarantined'. He quickly moves you to the nurses ward, wanting you to be away from contaminating others and full focused on making up the work you are missing. Still, he's oddly doting. He makes sure you're eating healthy, checking your fever and assuring you stay alongside him. He wants you obedient. He knows what's best, just let him treat you. He'll keep track of all your medicines, and the moment you're better he promises you can go back to your room with Harrison. He enjoys this quiet time with you, and a part of him, the one who reads to you while you try and sleep, wishes to imagine this moment as domestic.

"The fever should be breaking soon, it's okay." He dabs at your forehead. "I'll find a way to get you cleaned up after. I promise." He assures.

Carter: Much like Mr. Critch, he's strict about what you can do. As class president, it's his duty to prevent an outbreak. He'll bring you to the nurses office, and ensure you keep up with your studies. He's more condescending, constantly reminding you of how kind he's being, taking time out of his day to care for you when he could be working. You should be able to care for yourself, he'd say, but when you'd send him away, he'd refuse to go. He takes a little extra time 'diagnosing' you, it would help him for biology class, he claimed. He'd run his hands over your neck and shoulders, touching your chest and working his way down. He'd gently feel your head for fever.

"What?" He scoffs, looking at you with annoyance. "The nurse is far too busy to give you the treatment you need, I'm making sure you aren't worsening. Lift your shirt a bit, let's just continue the exam."

Evan: He's pissed. He just got out of a great fucking game, and you weren't even in the crowd, not even for Harrison. His cock was aching, he'd planned to drag you to the after party and get his dick into you, but you didn't show. He'll practically kick down your door, and he's quick about it once he realizes you're sick. He doesn't want Harrison being a bitch and trying to keep you in his room. He gets you to his dorm, gives you some cough syrup and an edible he snagged from Pez, to keep you mellow. If he can't fuck you, he's at least going to keep you around. You're still got, even with a red face and stuffy nose. He won't exactly be doting, you'd have to ask two or three times before he'd get you anything but water, but he does like the feeling of control he's got over you. He'd put on a movie and keep you on his lap, assuring you he's not gonna get sick. Let him kiss you while your sleepy, let him grope you while he changes you from your uniform to one of his oversized jerseys. And most importantly, he expects you to care for him when he gets sick from swapping spit with you.

"God, you're burning up. Good thing I brought you in here, huh? Wouldn't want that shit head roommate leaving you to suffer alone in your room when you got a big strong stud here to look after your sick ass." He groans, adjusting you so your head lays across his chest.

Mr. Murphy: Absolute caring bear man, you're immediately moved to wherever you feel safest, preferably his apartment at the school, but the nurses office or your own dorm works. If you choose his apartment, he'll be thrilled at spending the time with you, even though seeing you as a sick little thing makes his chest ache. He'd stand over the stove for hours, digging through old recipe cards from his mom. He's usually more of a meat and potatoes guy, but he'll try his mommas soup and roll recipes, just for you. He makes sure you take your medicine, but nothing you don't want to take. He refuses to let you think about your school work, and insists he'll excuse you and talk to Critch (he thinks that guy has a major stick up his ass). He's got the coziest place by far, thick quilts and a cozy plaid couch.

"Easy, kid, easy." You're desperate to chug down the soup, but he's pacing you. "If you do throw up cause of this bug you've got, that's fine, but I'd rather my cooking not be the cause. You've got all the time in the world to eat it, and I'll always make more if you want." He takes a spoonful from his bowl. "Don't make me feed ya now." He teases.

[lelengerine]

johnny + you - nct dream + fem reader

͙͘͡★ right where we left off

song prompt. “we knew each other in our childhood, but we drifted apart—except i just found out we’ve unknowingly been in the same class for weeks, and now i can’t stop staring at you, wondering if you remember me.”

pairing. childhood playmate!johnny x reader

tags. plot inspired by you [nct dream], college au, childhood friends to ??? but its cute (trust), lots of fluff and a hint of teasing, written with fem!reader in mind but no prns are explicitly used

wc. 1.0k words

notes. this is my first time writing for johnny (and the first work for my drabble event) so im really thankful for this req 🥺 hope you enjoy reading it!! likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

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johnny suh used to be the tall kid who lived next door, but it all feels like a fever dream now—one of those memories so golden-hued and fleeting that you wonder if you had simply dreamt it. 

but he was real. 

the easygoing boy with scraped knees and a reckless grin, the one who smelled like sun-warmed asphalt and a hint of mischief. the one who, for one dazzling summer, made you feel like the world was brighter just by being in it.

you two weren’t exactly friends, not in the way childhood best friends built forts together and swapped friendship bracelets, yet he noticed you, saw you in a way no one else did back then.

“hey,” he had said one afternoon, standing over you as you sat on the curb with a book in your lap. his shadow spilled across the pages, and when you looked up, the sun framed him like something out of a coming-of-age movie. “you live next door, right?”

you had blinked at him, startled. it wasn’t that you hadn’t seen him before—you had, a lot—but he had never talked to you. not like this. not like he wanted to.

“um. yeah?”

“cool,” he said, rocking back on his heels. the, with a lopsided grin, “wanna learn how to skateboard?”

spoiler alert: you were terrible at it, but he was always patient when it came to you. he laughed when you nearly crashed into a mailbox, pulled you up when you fell, and—despite your complete lack of skill—told you, “you're getting better.”

you called him a liar then and there. still, you’d like to think that was the moment it happened. 

the beginning of your crush. 

it was the kind that snuck up on you in small steps, cautious yet welcomed. the kind that felt like a warm embrace, making your stomach dip every time he so much looked your way. the kind that had you replaying every little interaction before bed, searching for meaning in the spaces between his words.

but then—just as suddenly as he appeared in your life—he was gone. his family moved away before summer even ended, and you had stood in your driveway, watching their car disappear, pretending you weren’t a little heartbroken.

you still remember how words of empty consolidation filled your mind like a mantra, telling yourself to quickly get over it—that it was nothing more than some puppy love and how it’d fade over time.

years passed by, and that had managed to stay true… until it didn’t, because sitting two rows ahead of you in your 8 am lecture—lounging in his chair like he has all the time in the world—is the same johnny suh.

you nearly choke on air.

how had you not noticed him before? how had he not noticed you? you’ve been in this class together for weeks, and yet—

he stretches, arms lifting above his head, and you swear the entire room shifts around him. he looks different now, but that’s to be expected. he’s grown taller, features sharper, and his presence seems more striking in a way that has the whole class on him. 

seriously, how have you never noticed him?

and though some things have changed, the way he tilts his head, the lazy way he scribbles in the margins of his notebook? it’s still somehow him.

you find your heart doing something weird, a mix of nostalgia and sheer what are the odds disbelief. maybe that’s why you’re slow to register him suddenly looking up from the pile of papers on his desk to stretch.

his eyes skim over the room, disinterested—until they land on you and make contact. he pauses,  brows furrowing slightly, lips parting, and you see it—the flicker of something almost there, a memory trying to slot into place.

and then—

recognition.

a slow smirk tugs at his lips before he mouths, i know you.

oh god.

your brain screams at you to look away, to try and play it cool, but you’re frozen, caught in the gravitational pull of his gaze. 

he turns back to the front of the class with a satisfied look on his face, leaving you to piece your embarrassment together, so it doesn’t come off as a surprise that as soon as the class gets dismissed, you’re already making a beeline for the door, fully prepared to pretend this never happened. 

but fate—or rather, he—has other plans.

“hey.”

his voice—deeper than you remember, but still so effortlessly warm—makes you stop in your tracks.

when you turn, he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, wearing the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“you were staring,” he says.

“i was not.” you splutter, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter.

he raises an eyebrow, amused. “i caught you, though?”

oh my god. he’s utterly the same—slightly infuriating, confident, and completely, ridiculously charming. and you? you feel like you’re twelve again, sitting on the curb, looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“didn’t think I’d see you again,” he says, tilting his head.

“yeah,” you breathe, still processing. “it’s been a while.”

his gaze flickers over your face, as if committing it to memory, the grin on his lips returning after a brief second  “you still skate?”

you let out a laugh—nervous, ever so slightly breathless. “not after you left me with zero guidance.”

“sounds tragic,” he sighs, shaking his head. “guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”

your heart does a somersault. “oh?”

“coffee.” his expression turns teasing, “unless you’re still avoiding me.”

you blink, completely baffled even though you know he’s only messing with you. “i just saw you again.”

“exactly,” he says. “that’s, like, years of lost time. we’ve got a lot to catch up on and i’m not losing my chance a second time around now, that’d be stupid of me, no?”

the giddy warmth bubbling in your chest spreads like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, leaving no room for hesitation. it’s almost ridiculous how easily the words form on your lips, like they’ve been waiting for this moment just as much as you have.

“okay,” you say, tilting your head with a playful smirk. “take me out then.”

and when he smiles in return—easy, familiar, like no time has passed—you realize it: some feelings don’t disappear. they just linger, quiet and patient, until the moment is right.

[woeswrites]

Yandere Billy Loomis Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.

Notes: It's Billy's turn :). Not very well edited :(

Billy is and always will be a little quirky with that angsty guy persona he has going on. All of his feelings for you are strong, but he isn’t one to outright profess and/or display them, especially not early on. It doesn’t help that you're both guys. He doesn’t enjoy the unwanted attention

On the other hand, if were showy about any feelings you harbor towards him, he wouldn’t mind it. It might not seem like it from his outward appearance, but he feels all warm inside when you initiate contact with him/say something in the realm of sappiness. He thinks he is able to hide it well, acting all stoic-like, but his slight change in demeanor to being a bit shy and the gentle blush across his cheeks definitely give it away

Despite it not being his thing, he still has his own ways of being clingy. He’ll reach out a lot; text, AOL, and call if he hasn’t heard from you. You might even be passed a note during class on the off chance he’s not seated close by.

He’ll also want you to share clothes. You’re closets will practically be swapped once you get together. It’s the closest thing to PDA that the two of you could actively partake in. It’s just an added bonus that he gets to smell you all day.

Billy’s affection tends to hint towards his desires. He’s not usually all over you, so the change is noticeable. A sudden uptick in cuddling or kissing and you can bet he’s trying to get your pants

Billy's a closeted gay guy in the 1990's of course he wants to be the top. You topping him wouldn't even be apart of the equation as far as he is concerned. Sure he might like men, but taking it up the ass? That's a whole other level of gay to him. Sure, he's thought of it. Maybe even gotten off to imagining it before... But it would be cold day in hell before he would feel vulnerable enough for something like that.

Once he had realized that he had feelings for you he would alter the Ghostface plans. Sure he was attracted to you since he met you. Who wouldn't with your looks? But genuine feelings like this were rare for him. He found that he could make an exception in his meticulous scheme for you.

A large part of Billy's manipulation game with Stu has to do with the power he holds over him. Knowing how well that has worked out for him so far, he would likely do the same with you. Instead of being an outsider on the whole ordeal Billy would make sure you were included in the killings. Maybe not as a third Ghostface but there were plenty of ways for you to help out.

There is no way you could leave him as a new accomplice to his serial murders. It's either Billy or prison as far as you're concerned.

At the main event Billy would make sure you'd be included. And, well, Sidney would get pretty suspicious if she was the only one being hunted and chased, so of course you would need to use some of your acting skills. But there is no need to worry, Billy would make things easier for you. There's no need to pretend to be hurt if you actually are!

Billy would hunt you down himself, making sure to get you somewhere all alone in that party and catch you off guard. Things would be a lot harder if you had known this part of the plan going in, so he and Stu would keep it to themselves.

He would make sure not to hit anything important, you wouldn't be dying on him that easily, but he would definitely be leaving a mark or two. He would pin you to the wall and explain everything he is about to do to you. Coyly whispering something under his mask about how this was just to make things believable for Sidney and the cops, nothing else. But the bulge shoved up against your thigh told a different story.

He'd stab into you as shallow as he could will himself. Finding it hard not to get too ahead of himself. But your cries and blood would most likely get to him. He'd slice a few streaks down your abdomen and try his best not to grind down onto you as he watched the blood hurry to fill in the gap your skin once filled.

Luckily for you he has other things to do. After enough time he'd be forced to leave you. Your blood coating him as he made himself focus on the plan.

Being slumped over in one of the house's backrooms is a great spot for you anyhow. You'd be out of his way, unable to stop anything going down, and once the cops got there you'd be cleared of suspicion, a win-win in Billy's eyes

But now that he's got a sneak peak at you all vulnerable like that, it's not like he can just forget about it. He'd definitely need to play with you more after this would thing was done and over with.

[new-age-cassandra]

Apologies for how long this is about to be

I am currently in college getting a dual minor in History and Gender and Women’s studies, and that future degree is calling to me telling me I need to talk about the historical context of Malevolent and how the time period plays a bigger role in the story than most people think about specifically when it comes to diversity in minority characters (Will not be talking about season 5 because that is whole other can of Cassandra’s history brain worms). 

Real quick, this is honestly just word vomit, truly just me rambling, I don’t want to start shit these are just my observations as someone who is currently studying related topics. Sorry for the hot takes ig. 

adding cut here before I get into it lol

A thing I love about Malevolent is that Harlan Guthrie made an effort to do research and be as historically accurate as he could while telling a supernatural story. One of the things anyone will quickly learn when researching any history, is that most of the time life was not fun unless you were a straight, white, upper class, cisgender man. Even by the 1930's America was extremely segregated, women had the right to vote but not much else, not to mention homosexuality and gender transition was criminalized until around 1964. 

I have been seeing a lot of talk about Faroeverse and people saying it’s just the same story but yuri and guys… Malevolent would not be the same story at all if Arthur was a woman. As I said before, women barely had rights, they also had completely different lives. Women in the 1930’s were still working incredibly hard for their rights.  Not to mention that the female experience in any time period is just so much different from that of the male, I could write a whole other rant just about the differences there but we’ll save that for another day. Swapping Arthur’s gender and trying to keep Malevolent historically accurate changes e v e r y t h i n g. Faroe/Bella/whatever you wanna call her, would not be able to be a PI, she would not be able to buy a gun and a new identity, she would not be able to hitchhike with the confidence Arthur did, she would not be able to enter the freemason’s building,  and so much more. If Malevolent is about a woman in the 1930’s it is a very different story. 

Only going to briefly touch on race because anyone can picture Arthur however they want and tbh this is the internet, anything I say someone will have a problem with… Just like don’t complain that majority of people see Arthur as a white man, because unfortunatly…  historically speaking  if he wasn’t a white man he would almost certainly not have made it out of Arkham. Also I don’t think that Harlan (you know a white man from Canada) wants to write about racism in 1930’s America, and honestly I think he’s not in the wrong for that.

My final thing is I feel it is unfair to point at Malevolent and say it’s “queerbait” or be mad that there are not “canonically queer characters”. The 1930’s were not safe for queer people like at all. A character will not just go up to another and say “I am gay and in love with you” because if someone in the 1930’s did that there would be a non-zero possibility of them being beaten, lynched, or even burned alive for it. Malevolent is not queerbaiting, because also it was not intentionally written to be queer. Does it have like an insane amount of subtext and queer coding similar to media from the time? Absolutely.  But it is just not queerbait guys, Harlan is not teasing us with a “Will they won’t they” he has gone on record to say they won’t, but that we all are free to enjoy it however we want. 

If you read all of this… I’m sorry. Hope you enjoyed. Again I say I am not here to start shit, these are just my thoughts. Gonna go write an essay about Malevolent for fun now, if I publish that one it will be much more refined and professional than this mess lol.