#unbreakab

[peasack]

hi, i love your writing!!! can i be the owl anon? these anon things (idk how to explain this lol) are so cute! and also could i request reader being the host of a powerful entity? (like a god, an angel, a demon...) like bob with sentry/void but a little different

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Ooooooo I love this. Your bond with Bob would be so complicated yet so understanding.

AND YESYESYES YESY3S I ALSO LOVE THE ANON THINGY AAAA OFC YOU CAN BE OWL ANON LOVE THATTTTT

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦Thunderbolts With a Reader as The Host of an Angelic Entity Headcanons ✦

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You’re the reluctant vessel for an ancient, banished celestial being, a seraph-like force known only as Vetrael. Not good. Not evil. Just power beyond comprehension and too big to fit inside a human body without consequences. Wings you don’t control. Voices that speak through you in sleep. Light bleeding from your skin when your emotions get too high. And sometimes... the feeling that you’re not alone in your own skull.

Valentina? She knows. That’s why she’s keeping you close.

The Thunderbolts? They don’t, not at first. But they find out. They have to.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Eyes go cold the moment he sees the entity take over for the first time.

Doesn’t flinch when you light up like a sunspot or float off the floor, he’s seen worse, but later? He quietly asks you how it feels. How much it hurts.

“I know what it’s like to be used by something bigger than you. To not know where you end and it begins.”

You don't talk much after that. But he starts standing closer to you in briefings. Like a shield.

✦ John Walker

At first? Suspicious as hell. The moment the angel takes over, he grabs for his weapon.

But when he sees you collapse afterward, gasping like your ribs are too small for your own breath, his jaw clenches.

He’s angry, but not at you. At the thing inside you.

“You're not it. Whatever that is, you’re still just a kid. And no kid should be carrying a god on their back.”

Offers to spar. Train. Help you contain it. Pretends it’s just tactical, but you can tell he cares.

✦ Yelena Belova

Stares at your wings when they first appear and mutters, “Cool. Creepy. You’d make a great Halloween costume.”

Doesn’t treat you any different. If anything, she starts trusting you more, “If you're carrying something that dangerous and still choose not to use it, you're stronger than most people I know.”

Teaches you breathing tricks to stop from burning things accidentally. Also makes fun of your glow like it’s a flashlight.

“You ever think about charging people to see the apocalypse? We could make some serious cash.”

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Is convinced you’re a chosen one. Loves it.

“You are like baby Jesus if baby Jesus could explode a building by blinking!”

You’re pretty sure he’s joking... mostly.

Brags to strangers like, “This one? This is our divine child. Don’t anger them unless you want to be smote.”

Doesn’t understand the fear under your skin until you break down one night. Then he holds you tight and says, “You are more than what lives inside you. You are not just a weapon.”

✦ Ava Starr

Cold, sharp, and practical. “What does it want? Can it take over? How do we kill it if we have to?”

It hurts to hear, but she doesn’t mean it cruelly. She needs to understand how to keep you safe.

You think she’s afraid of you, until you wake up one night mid-possession and find her sitting beside you, holding your hand through it.

She tells you later: “Power doesn’t scare me. Not knowing what it’s doing to you? That does.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

Stops breathing when he feels Vetrael stir inside you.

The Void screams at it. Vetrael hums back like an old song, it's like the entities know each other.

He avoids you for days afterward, scared of what it means, then one day, you find him sitting outside your room, head in his hands.

“You ever feel like you’re not real when they take over?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Me too.”

The bond that forms between you after that is quiet, gentle, and unbreakable.

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Hope yall enjoyed!!!

[galaxysupreme17]

Unbreakabe

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x Daughter!reader

Trigger Warning!! This has talked of losing weight rapidly, EDs, and name-calling!!

The autumn chill had settled over Westview, and with it came the cozy routines that Agatha, Rio, and Y/n had come to cherish. But lately, things hadn’t felt right, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Agatha and Rio. Over the past two months, they’d observed subtle but concerning changes in Y/n. She’d been eating less at meals, her laughter had quieted, and her lively, vibrant presence had dulled. What worried them most, however, was how thin she’d become in such a short time.

One evening, as Y/n retreated to her room after barely picking at dinner, Rio and Agatha shared a long, concerned look.

"She’s been so quiet lately," Rio murmured, her hand resting gently on Agatha’s. “And she’s losing weight so fast…”

Agatha nodded, worry etched across her face. "I know. She says everything’s fine when I ask, but… there’s something more going on. She’s never been this withdrawn.”

Determined to help their daughter, they decided it was time to gently address the issue head-on. Agatha knocked on Y/n’s door, and they entered to find her bundled in her favorite hoodie, lying on her bed with a book in her hands.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Agatha greeted softly, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. Rio settled beside her, their faces warm but tinged with concern.

“Hey, Mama… Mom,” Y/n said, attempting a small smile.

Rio brushed a hand gently over her daughter’s arm. “We’ve noticed you haven’t been yourself lately, love.”

Y/n shifted, her eyes dropping to the bedspread. “I’m just tired. School’s been… a lot.”

“Is that all?” Agatha asked, her voice soft but persistent. “Y/n, we’re worried. You don’t seem to be eating much, and you’ve seemed a little quieter than usual.”

Y/n’s shoulders hunched, and for a long moment, she didn’t speak. Agatha and Rio waited patiently, sharing a glance before Rio softly added, “Whatever it is, we’re here to listen.”

With a shaky breath, Y/n finally looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s stupid… It’s just… there are these girls at school. They started making comments… about my weight and how I looked. It started small, but they wouldn’t stop. I thought it would die down, but…” Her voice trailed off as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Rio's face darkened. “What kind of things were they saying?”

Y/n hesitated, her eyes brimming with tears. “Just things like, ‘You’d look better if you lost a little weight,’ or, ‘Maybe if you were skinnier, you’d be pretty.’ They keep calling me things like ‘chubby’ and ‘heavy,’ and…” She took a shaky breath. “I thought maybe if I lost a little weight, they’d stop.”

Agatha's heart ached to hear this. She reached over and pulled Y/n into a hug. “Oh, honey… I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

Rio put a gentle hand on Y/n’s back, her voice firm. “No one gets to decide how you should look. Those girls have no right to make you feel anything less than wonderful, and we’ll help you work through this together.”

Y/n managed a weak nod, wiping her eyes. “I just wanted to fit in. But it’s hard.”

The next day, Agatha and Rio decided to pay a discreet visit to the high school just to ensure there were some adult eyes looking out for Y/n. As they walked the familiar hallways, they ran into Wanda, who had recently started as a guidance counselor at the school. She greeted them with a warm smile.

“Agatha, Rio! What brings you here?”

After a quick exchange, Rio explained, her voice edged with frustration, “Y/n’s been having some trouble with a few girls in her class. They’ve been bullying her about her weight. We wanted to check in and see if there’s anything we can do.”

Wanda’s expression darkened with understanding, her gaze filled with empathy. “I’m so sorry she’s been dealing with that. It’s not uncommon, but it’s always heartbreaking to hear. I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she has a safe space to talk. I’ll also check if there have been any other issues.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” Agatha said, squeezing her friend’s hand. “It means so much.”

That evening, Agatha decided it was time to share a story with Y/n, hoping it would help her daughter see that she wasn’t alone. She found Y/n on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the trees.

“Hey, darling,” Agatha said, sitting beside her.

Y/n looked up, managing a small smile. “Hey, Mama.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, Agatha began, her voice soft. “You know, when I was about your age, I went through something very similar. I wasn’t as… let’s say, polished as some of the other girls my age. I had my own way of doing things, and I got teased relentlessly for it. It made me feel small, and for a long time, I doubted myself.”

Y/n listened intently, her face full of curiosity.

“But I learned,” Agatha continued, “that the opinions of others don’t define who we are. Only we get to do that. I started to focus on the things I loved about myself—my magic, my knowledge, my humor—and slowly, the hurtful words lost their power. Those girls eventually moved on, but I was left with a stronger sense of who I was.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “But it’s hard to just… ignore what they’re saying.”

“It is,” Agatha agreed, wrapping her arm around her. “But the more you remind yourself of your worth, the less power their words will have. You don’t have to change a thing about yourself for anyone else.”

Rio joined them on the porch, holding a mug of hot tea for Y/n. She handed it to her and sat down beside her, smiling warmly. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are. And trust me, there will always be people with something to say. It’s what we choose to believe about ourselves that matters.”

Y/n sipped her tea, a small, grateful smile forming on her lips. “Thanks, Mom. And thank you, Mama. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Agatha and Rio exchanged a loving glance, their arms wrapped around their daughter.

In the following days, Y/n took her mother's advice to heart. It wasn’t easy, but slowly, she began to stand a little taller, to hold her head up a little higher. There were still moments when the whispers and glances from those girls stung, but Y/n found strength in the love and support she had at home.

One afternoon, as she walked down the school hallway, she noticed Wanda standing nearby, giving her a subtle nod of encouragement. Y/n felt a warmth settle in her chest—a reminder that she wasn’t alone. With a newfound sense of confidence, she continued walking, knowing she had people in her corner and the voices of her moms reminding her that she was enough, just as she was.

[atomic188]

Sins of a Solar Empire II Vasari Alliance VS AI Impossible - UNbreakab...

[strawberryswirl4321]

"claps again puts an unbreakabe forcefeild around him".

*A skeleton has fallen through the ceiling in your dorm room.*

AAAAAHHHHHH- *thud*- Ouch, that hurt..

*Looks up at Chi with a confused expression*

Oh- uh, hello there!

@the-real-great-papyrus

Papyrus its me chi-chi or chi, what are you doing here?

[junosartsthetic]

um if it’s okay could i request what would happen if the reader was to confess to Kira? i love that man but i can’t ever find good fluff ;w;

This wasn’t as fluffy as I’d like, so I might write a sequel if y’all want.

It was just another day for Yoshikage Kira. His fingers tapped away at his keyboard as he filed inventory for Kame Yu. His colleagues buzzed around him, talking about the latest gossip. He paid no mind. He was just here to do his job and then leave, like he did every day.

A certain voice brought him out of his robotic actions. It was you. He felt something stir inside his stomach. There was something about you that made him crazy. Not in his usual way, however, it was softer… more human. He wasn’t obsessed as he often was when it came to women, more specifically their hands. He was just… fascinated. Enamored. He would even go as far as to say in love, but he couldn’t.

Yoshikage Kira lived his life one way, and adding someone like you in the mix would disturb that life. As much as his heart told him to do something rash, something he’d never done before, he remained stoic and calm.

“Hello, Kira-san, how’re you?” you said, giving him a small wave. Your cheeks flushed when he gave you his traditional amicable smile.

“I am doing fine, what seems to be the issue?”

You shook your head, clutching your suitcase at your side. “Oh, no issue! I was just saying hi! Also, I wanted to ask you something! I know it’s a bit out of the blue, but, uhh, are you busy tonight?”

Kira felt his heart skip a beat. His brain crashed. A wave of something washed over him, but he didn’t know what. It was like he just got shocked.

He knew where this was going, but did he want to go there? Kira knew he wouldn’t mind going somewhere with you, but the repercussions of that… his life could be disrupted. He couldn’t.

Kira made his decision. He knew what he was going to say.

“Not at all, why do you ask?”

‘What?’ he thought. That wasn’t what he was going to say at all! He should’ve said he was busy; brush you off like every other colleague that ever asked him out. And yet, when he spoke, it was different. His brain, the logical side of it anyway, was urging him to change his words. But he couldn’t. He had to see where this was going to go. Worse case… he could gain a new girlfriend… best case, he could gain a living one.

“I’ve got a reservation to the new Italian place that just opened up, a table for two! My friend who was going to go can’t make it, so I was wondering if you would like to join me! Of course, only if you want to!”

He took note of your stance. Your face. The flush on your cheeks and your averting eyes. He knew you liked him. He knew this was more than two colleagues going out. It was a date.

“Oh my, how kind of you!” he took your hands in his. “Are you sure you’d like to take me? You could ask anyone here and they’d jump at the chance to go, especially with a fine woman such as yourself!”

Your hands were soft. He caught a whiff of vanilla.

“Oh, you’re such a flatterer,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “I’ll write down the address for you, but no pressure! If you don’t show, I won’t be upset. I understand!”

With that, you slid your hands out of his and picked up one of his favorite pens, grabbing a blue sticky note and scribbling down an address. Your handwriting was lovely to him. So unique. And the way your hand moved as you wrote. You were so delicate.

You stuck the sticky note to his computer monitor, flashing him a parting smile before strolling off to your station.

Kira let out a breath. “What are you doing to me?” he muttered aloud. “I’m like a schoolgirl around you, and you don’t even seem to notice.”

He stole another gaze at the sticky note. You signed your name at the bottom followed by a heart. He smiled. “Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?”

This was brand new territory, but Kira suddenly didn’t feel anxious. He was excited.

A date. He was going on a date tonight…

His eyes widened. It had been forever since he’d been on one.

‘Oh dear,’ he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. He typed away at his computer, pulling up some basic date etiquette. ‘You’ve really got me, and you don’t even know. I hope you’re ready, my dear, because this is going to be a night you’ll never forget!’

Hope you enjoyed! <3

[larksinging]

I DID IT!!!!

[discosnails]

I still can’t fucking draw Josuke, but I just had to try after seeing @deweyart‘s edits to make him look more like Prince! ♥ Alternatively, Josuke except his stand is Purple Rain instead of Crazy Diamond.

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Why would you hurt a turtle? :(

[arcstral]

Once more does she step foot on Gronder Field, encompassed by Adrestian territory. This is the second time she finds herself as a member of these crowds, axe in hand amongst a sea of distant prying eyes. Perhaps it is a test of one's strength, stakes held to a minimum compared to a real battlefield. And yet, Edelgard feels a compulsion to continue giving it her all. To do any lesser would be a disservice to her ambitions.

There are many opponents she may face, but she gravitates towards Marth in particular. She's heard of his strength— His demeanor and status as a Hero-King. To be bestowed such a thing is a grand effort, and thus, she desires to know more. Edelgard allows the bottom of her axe to grace the ground, but only slight, as she speaks, "I've caught wind of your immense prowess. I'd be eager to learn how that came to be." Tightening her grip on the axe, she makes her way forward and strikes.

Edelgard attacks Marth w/Killer Axe (Helmsplitter): 1d20+2= 13 -> 15. Crit w/Death Blow. -7. Edelgard's HP: 5/5.

                Long silvery hair, a carriage suggesting immovable self-worth, daubs of purple, and a short young woman on which these things are all proudly worn- it feels to him like gazing into a mirror or stepping right through it. Just one look at her throws Marth into remembrance of the previous year. But, unlike Sara with her cruel joy and her childlike whimsy, the one known as Edelgard comes to him with the severe and unsmiling expression of a leader; a princess who must offer up a fine showing in the name of her house, people, and empire, for victory in not just one woman's stead alone.

                It is easy to see why she stands unflinchingly before him with an axe, why he returns that stance with a bow readied in understanding, a partial reflection of that duty. The crown Edelgard readies herself to wear is one whose weight Marth knows well. But that aside, they call this the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, and by his long-standing lion allegiance, there is some fateful role he honors in that. In proving the white-eagle's first opponent... or first prey.

               The shadow of her axe falls over him, much too quickly to squeeze out a word. His pale knuckles tighten around a bow, raising a slender arch of wood in defense, not really for any actual expectation that it will hold but for plain instinct alone, as the Hero-King is a swordsman first and foremost. And so, even predictably so, the bow gives like a twig, like any sane material that would do the same, snapping rather than bending and daring to contest the weight of so vicious a blow.

               He staggers back as Gronder Field spins on a wheel of colors- black uniforms, green grass, blue-red-yellow banners. Arriving to his senses pulls the waiting princess into view, no longer inclined to continue past a single strike. The shattered debris of her assault sat around him in the dozen pieces of a broken bow and then some, the remainder tossed aside from his hand; with no possibility of subversion, the lack of a weapon spells only certain defeat, then a bashful smile on the Hero-King's part.

               "Your own prowess goes understated by far, Edelgard. I can see you are one who holds nothing back." Such a petite form and long sleeves concealed within them an illusive measure of strength. Were it a true battle with capacity for loss- human casualty- it would be an observation alerted to every ally within his range. He straightens with an admiration yet to dissolve. "Forgive me, that I could not honor your expectations. It seems I still have much to learn. You brought your strengths, clear and polished, to this battle, and here I stood before you with a bow!"

               A shake of the head, and the friendliness remains, but some part of his levity clears; like the soft lichen scraped off a rock face, the pride maintained by one who calls himself king, and of course, a lion, meets her sights beneath the shroud of defeat with unbreakable resilience. "It would be my honor to face you with a sword next time. Until then- this battle is continued by my allies. They will not lose to you."

[violetarks]

Would you ever write for Tonio then? 👀👀

me: tonio?? who tf is tonio??

me: *looks up "tonio anime"*

me: THE CHEF?? FROM DIAMOND IS UNBREAKAB—WHAT????

bro how tf did anyone remember his name, he was in like. one ep. but if i get a request i like enough, then i probably will

[farwiayas]

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[junosartsthetic]

Stand User: Juno

Stand Name: [O C E A N M A N]

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Something I drew a while ago for a part 4 Jotaro x reader story that I scrapped because I had too much on my plate at the time. Still looks cool, though. Also I’m the stand user now. Muahaha.

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