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as someone who is extremely sad about chans room, i really appreciated this post. i feel like this is smth every stay should read, it helped regulate my emotions.

Now now, let it out darling. I know it hurts but, we need to have a chat. What im going to say, will hurt your feelings, its gonna feel like a slap in the face. But let it seep, like a good cup of tea.

Your emotional response is valid. Its okay to cry and feel upset over the loss of Chans room. Its okay to miss the sense of home, when home wasnt a place but a person. But that person isnt gone. Chan isnt gone. I understand how devastating it is to lose a safe space, a place that was filled with love and compassion. Its okay. I promise.

But

Your emotional reaction isnt okay. Everything your feeling is normal, a foreign sense of grief. But mass tweeting, emailing, fundraising for a protest outside of JYPE or even sending death threats TO JYP against him, his children or his wife is not rational. This sense of emotional reaactivness is what caused us to lose chans room to begin with.

The actions we deliver as a fandom directly reflect the group we love; and right now. The negative is out weighing the positive. Do you remember the "fan war" that was started against Dives? Over not bowing? And all the backlash and hate and just vile behaviors? And how chan, who did NOTHING had to make am offcial apology...and soon after told us on Bubble that he had to stop chans room for the forseeable future? STAY did that. We are our own worst enemy.

Under no circumstances do i like JYPE or JYP himself, but no matter what that man does or did, warrants him to live in fear for the saftey of other idol groups, his own children , his wife or himself. We need to take a step back and reflect.

Right now we should be focused on the boys releasing a docuseries, their VMA nominations and supporting them, not gathering the masses like a witch hunt.

We are the reason Chans room is gone, not JYPE.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

Han: Chan, Chan look what I can do! *Tries to jump over the couch but hit his stomach on the back*

Chan: Very good Han. You almost did it this time.

Han: Yes I did. See Hyunjin I'm better at gymnastics then you.

Hyunjin: No you're not. Chan look I'm better *Tries to jump but trips over his feet and hits his face against the back of the couch*

Chan: It's okay Hyunjin you did very well.

Hyunjin: See I did very well.

Seungmin: Those are grown ass men why are you treating them 2nd graders?

Chan: It helps them be confident. Are you done with your dino nuggets.

Seungmin: No I'm playing Jurassic Park.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

If the world was ending

Felix x reader. Estranged childhood best friends to lovers. Angst and happy ending. highly recommend listening to If the world was ending while reading :)

Felix has always been there with you, from the moment you've met him when you were 8 years old, until he suddenly no longer was, and you were left to grapple with the consequences of his absence- and those of his return.

cw: description of a car accident, reader has a fear of loud noises.

skz song series masterlist

12 march 2011 

Screeching brakes, a jarring collision, glass shattering all around you, shards of it embedding into your tender skin. You are too young to understand it all, but you know it's bad. You are suddenly upside down, the only thing helping you stay put is the seatbelt fastened around you. You didn't really like seatbelts but your mom always insisted on you wearing one.

Your mom, you can't see her face, she's upside down too, and she isn't talking. That's unusual because you're crying and she isn't turning around to comfort you. Someone is screaming outside of your car, and then you are pulled out. You don't know who's touching you, and you want them to stop. Where is your mom? Why did they not pull her out too?

An ambulance approaches you; its loud sirens feel like pine needles drilling into your skull. You try to cover your ears but your hands are covered in blood. The world around you is painted red- the flashing lights of the sirens and the liquid oozing from your cuts. It’s no longer your favorite color.

27 may 2011 

You are playing in the playground near your home, waving at your mom from the top of the slide. She's gotten better, she smiles more easily at you now. And you are trying to be a good kid too; you help wash the dishes and you clean your room all by yourself. You don't want your mom to feel sad again and go back to that dreaded hospital. 

You slide out, happy giggles leaving your mouth, before climbing up the tiny stairs once again. But as you reach the top, an ambulance rushes by the playground. You don't know what's happening, but you suddenly feel shards of glass on your skin once again. Your hands are shaking as you sit on the floor, curling around yourself in a ball.  

"What's wrong?" someone asks and you lift your head tentatively. It's a young boy, he's looking at you worriedly, a tiny pout on his lips. 

"I don't like ambulances," you hiccup, burying your head in your knees again. 

Suddenly, small hands cover your ears, muffling the shrill sound of sirens. They are warm and sticky from the red popsicle he’s still holding.

"Now you can't hear them," he giggles, his eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Despite your raging fear, a smile finds its way into your lips.

"What's those on your face," you ask with a small voice, pointing at the faint marks dusting his cheeks. 

"They're called freckles," he says proudly and you nod. 

"They're pretty."

"Thank you!" he grins at you, his hands still covering your ears. The tightness in your chest seems to dissipate slowly before his kind smile- the shadows never stood a chance in front of the sun. 

"What's your name?" 

"Felix. And you?"

"Yn." 

"We should be friends," he beams and you grin back, agreeing wholeheartedly. "We should." 

15 november 2021 

You are sitting on the grass of that very same playground, Felix still by your side. The night breeze is cooling as it brushes against your bodies, and you're wearing his red sweater. It smells like his cologne and your perfume- an intoxicating scent you've come to memorize by heart. 

His nose tip is rosy from the cold, and you can't resist tapping it playfully. "Your nose is pink," you giggle, and he smiles, gently bopping yours in return. 

"So is yours."

You look at him as he gazes up at the stars above. You love Felix, it has always been crystal clear to you. From the moment he planted the seed of his friendship into your soul, and throughout the years when it bloomed into something more, bigger than the two of you. It wrapped around your being entirely, binding itself into your every atom, until all you saw is his reflection in you. 

And you were tired of treading the line between friendship and something more. You wanted, no craved being with him, your yearning so intense it spilled from you each time he was around. In rosy cheeks and shaky fingers and eyes that soften only when they rest on him- evidence of your love imprinted all upon you. 

You take in a deep breath, before laying your hand gently on his cheek, turning his face to meet yours. His eyes widen slightly at the soft touch, and you lean in closer to him. You brush your nose against his, slowly, "to warm it up," you whisper, as his breath hitches in his throat. 

He's close, he's so close, you can almost taste the brownies you shared earlier on his lips. You can see his freckles ever so clearly, constellations you often find yourself getting lost in. Your hand is still on his cheek, and you can feel it burning up under your palm. 

You close your eyes, as his lips are now just a breath away from yours. It's electrifying- having him so near to the way you've always dreamed, fantasized about. But he needs to be the one to take the jump, all he has to do is lean in a bit, and you'd kiss him. You won't ever let go. 

"Lixie...," you choke out, "kiss me." 

"I want to." His voice is hoarse with emotion, as if fighting with himself for self-restraint. 

"So do it," you ask, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek. Your breaths mingle with one another in a dizzying dance. 

"I'm leaving," he says so faintly, you believe for a second that you've imagined it. 

"What?" you ask, leaning a bit away to be able to look at him. 

"I'm leaving," he repeats, his eyes tightly shut. "We're moving to another country, for my dad's job." 

"You're leaving me?" you ask, bewildered. 

"I'm not leaving you-"

"But you are. You won't be here anymore." You drop your hand, taking hurried steps away from him. Touching him didn't feel electrifying anymore, it felt horrible and nauseous, because you won't get to do it again. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to-" 

"How long have you known?" 

"Yn..."

"Felix," you say, tone stern. "How long?" 

"Six months," he whispers and a bitter chuckle escapes your lips.

"When are you leaving?"

"In a week." 

The pain becomes unbearable, and you turn your back to him so he wouldn't see your rapidly falling tears. You are angry, as a disguise for the sadness threatening to drown you. Him leaving tasted like the salty water you gulp when you dive in too quickly into the ocean. And you did dive in, in him, in his soul and everything that made up Felix. And now he was leaving you, with no anchor to help you float again.

"Is that why you insisted on spending so much time with me lately? Because you were leaving?" 

"You need to understand I didn't know how to tell you, I- I don't even know who I am without you." He pleads, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, reminding you of tiny diamonds. That's how it is with Felix, you found beauty in everything he did- even tearing your heart in half. 

"Maybe you should've thought of how I would feel. You were thinking of leaving me while I..." Your voice breaks and you take a shaky breath.  "While I was falling in love with you." 

"I'm in love with you too," he quickly says, reaching out to hold your hand. "I love you, I always have." He's wrapping his arms around you, and you're letting him because it feels safe and secure. Because he’s still your Felix, even if he's leaving you behind. 

You wonder what you must have done in a past life, what a horrible person you could've been for the universe to treat you this cruelly. To hand you everything you've ever wanted in a silver platter, and snatch it from your hands before you could dare to grab it. 

"We'll make it work," he mumbles into your hair, placing a tender kiss on your temple. "We'll talk and we can be together."

"No, we can't. I'll just hold you back from living your new life, I can't have that." 

"Don't talk like that, please," his voice wavers, words barely managing to slip out of his mouth. Regret overtakes your body so suddenly at the thought of his lips- you shouldn't have tried to kiss him. Maybe then he wouldn't have told you he was leaving. 

"It's the truth. we'll grow to hate each other, distance will put a strain on us. I'd rather not talk to you than have you resent me." 

"But-"

"Just hold me," you cut him off. "As if nothing's happening, please." 

And he complies because Felix always does. Because he loves you and as much as he doesn't want to, he knows you're right. 

•••••

It's been three months since Felix left- the days passed by agonizingly slowly, and yet the months went by in a blur, a hauntingly vivid reminder of what once was. At first, the texts between you two were frequent, but as time wore on, the messages grew sporadic, from your end, mostly. Seeing him flourish in his new life felt like salt on an open wound, a reminder that he was moving on while you were still anchored in memories of him. 

You saw him in every corner of your city. The smell of brownies that he's made countless times, each time you felt sad. The way he kissed your cheek each time he won a game, while you were lying on his bed, bored. The way he hugged you whenever you were sick, gently tucking strands of your hair behind your ear. The way he covered your ears instinctively at each loud noise, knowing how scared it made you still. 

And you've felt each of these emotions since he was gone. You were sad and bored and sick and happy and scared. And he wasn't here with you through them. Each moment away from Felix seemed to magnify what could have been- what should have been between the two of you.

There is a building construction next to you, loud cement blocks crashing to the ground. And you are curled around yourself in a protective ball, covering your ears with your hands, because Felix isn't here to do it anymore for you. 

You and Felix have grown with one another, your soul carefully woven into his, like two threads intricately stitched into the same tapestry. Him leaving felt like half of your body was cut off from you, and you were left alone to figure out how to function with an incomplete heart. 

17 july 2023 

Summer break meant coming back home and sleeping in your childhood bedroom once again. Memories of Felix still lingered in there- posters he has given you and his red sweater that you've never found the courage to throw away. It doesn't hurt as much to remember him, the sharp pain morphed into a dull ache you've grown accustomed to by now. 

You're watching the TV mindlessly when someone knocks on your door, and you go to open it without a second thought, expecting it to be your parents. It wasn't.

"Felix?" you stammer, stumbling back in shock. You blink repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to make sure he's not a figment of your twisted imagination. You haven't uttered his name in so long, and the syllables felt both foreign and familiar in your mouth. 

"It's me," he smiles sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his neck. 

"You are here," you whisper, stating the obvious. He didn't change much, his kind brown eyes and freckles still as captivating as before. But his features were sharper, prettier, and the sight of him is making you dizzy once again. 

"I am." 

"What are you doing here?" You ask cautiously, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. 

"I requested a transfer to your university. I wanted to come back. I missed home, and I missed you," he adds softly, making a turmoil of emotions surge within you. 

You clear your throat. "So, you are back for good?" 

"I am," he says, smiling slightly at you as if to gauge your reaction. You stay silent and his grin falters; his tongue resting against the inside of his cheek, a habit he hasn't let go of apparently. He then walks to the kitchen and you follow suit. You don't have to show him around, he knows your home like the back of his hand. He spent most of his childhood here after all, even though his house was only a few blocks away. 

"How have you been?" he asks as he opens the cupboard to take out a glass. He closes its door softly, careful not to make it thud. 

"I'm good. It's summer break so I'm finally back home, what about you?"

"I'm good too. It's nice to be back." 

Your conversation is strained and awkward, so unnatural of you both. There was so much to say, so much to ask about, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He felt like uncharted territory to you now, one you didn't have the strength to discover once again.

"It's your mom's birthday tomorrow, right?" he smiles and you nod. 

"Should we make her our cookies? Like we used to before I..." 

"Before you left," you finish, bitterness dripping from your tone.

Hurt flashes in his eyes and you feel your heart suddenly clench in your chest. It was unfair for you to treat him this way. He was only seventeen and if your parents were to move away you would've followed them too. 

"Okay, let's do it." You smile sincerely for the first time since he came back to you. 

You both move seamlessly in the kitchen, each knowing your tasks like a choreographed dance. This was a tradition that started when you were twelve years old. You'd brown the butter while he beat the egg and sugar together. He'd sift the flour while you cut up chocolate. He'd mix it all while you preheat the oven. And then you'd roll the dough together. 

Your hands brush against one another as you shape up the cookies, and it feels so intense you almost drop to the floor. You miss him, you miss him so much and he's near you and you can't seem to think straight anymore. 

When the cookies are finally in the oven, he silently washes the dishes while you dry them. He abruptly pauses, hands still covered in soap before turning back to you. 

"Can we talk? Please?" he says too quickly as if he's been overthinking asking this question. 

"I'm busy today," you scramble to think of an excuse, you weren't ready to face him yet. 

"Tomorrow?"

"I'm staying with my mom, then there is Han’s party."

"I'll be there too. We can talk then, please?" he asks, eagerness evident in his voice. 

"Fine. Let's talk there," you concede and he nods, awkwardly shifting in his place. He finishes the dishes before drying his hands. You avoid his gaze and he sighs softly. "I'll get going. Tell your mom happy birthday from me." 

"Will do." You smile tightly and he does the same, before finally leaving your home, and in his trail, a maelstrom of emotions you weren't certain how to deal with.

18 july 2023 

You're at the reunion party Han is hosting with all your high school friends. You watch as Felix takes turns talking to everybody. He fits right in here, a puzzle perfectly clicking in place as if he's never left. He's telling a joke to Chan who laughs loudly, hitting Minho's arm repeatedly. Everyone is happy he's back, because they never had to gravel with the consequences of his absence. Because he's never ripped their heart out. 

Felix is looking for you around the room- he hasn't seen you in a while. He assumes you're somewhere around the house, and that you'd like to talk when time has passed. The knot in his stomach tightens as the weight of your conversation dawns on him, he longs to be with you, to undo the past two years he has spent away from you. But he's afraid to mess everything up, once again, so he stays near his friends who are now pulling him outside of the house.

"We have a surprise for you," Han says excitedly before pointing at the sky, "look." 

Fireworks, a dazzling show of blue, red and yellow. And Felix feels as if the colors were drained out of his face and splattered into the night sky before him.

"Where is yn?" he turns to Chan, eyes wide.

"Inside, I think. Why?"

"Stop- stop this, don't start any more fireworks," he urges the boy who's looking at him worriedly. 

"Why, what's wrong? We have a warrant to start them, don't worry."

"No, no you don't understand. Yn hates loud noises," he explains frantically, before bolting inside the house. 

He's yelling your name, and you are nowhere to be found, the sound of the fireworks so loud he isn't even sure you can hear him. 

He opens door after door, and after painstakingly long seconds he finally finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, your head buried in your knees. Just like you were twelve years ago. 

Felix doesn't waste any time, kneeling in front of you to cover your ears with his hands, you look up at him, waterline brimming with unshed tears. 

"It's okay, I'm here. Just focus on my voice," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you clasp your hands on top of his, doing your best to muffle the sound of the explosions. 

"Your hands are still small," you attempt to joke, as hot tears trail down your cheeks. You hated how scared you still were. 

"The perfect size to cover your ears," he smiles at you, his eyes softening when they take in your distressed state. 

You hiccup, overcome by a new wave of emotion- for an entirely different reason this time. "You came." 

"I'll always come. Even if the world was ending, I'll... I'll come to you," he smiles, biting his lower lip to stop his own tears from falling. 

"It'd be useless if you came then. There would be nothing for us to do," you manage to say through shaky breaths. 

"But I'd be with you," he insists, gaze unwavering, "It will be scary for you. I imagine it will be loud, the world can't end silently." 

"Mine did, when you left." Felix's eyes go wide at your words, and you don't care that you are baring your soul entirely to him. "Please don't leave me again. I hate goodbyes with you." 

"Why would we ever say goodbye again, hm?" he reassures, his knuckles brushing against your cheek softly. "I'm never leaving you, as long as you'll have me, I'm here," he whispers, before pulling you into his chest.

Your hands find his back, and his cheek rests on top of your head. And you both close your eyes, an exhale of relief leaving you both at the same time. The world grows dark around the two of you, the only thing you saw was his heart and the overflowing love he still bore for you.

You felt as if you were wandering blind and you could finally see again, as if the string tying you to him wrapped tightly around the both of you, trapping you in his warm embrace.

You don't know what will happen next, but he's holding you now, and he'll hold you when the world is ending, and that is enough.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

s-class is an entire album of skz telling ppl to go cry about it

[aka-ashi-keiji]

Maniac in Fort Worth ⁘ 2023.03.26

© zero ♡

[aka-ashi-keiji]

based off the song “see you later (ten years)” by jenna raine :,)

levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, armin arlet, eren jeager

one shot, angst

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“guess the timing just wasn’t in over favor this time around huh?” levi sighed out, mounting his horse. he looked around at the three soldiers that stood before him.

kids he used to look down on and never gave a second thought to, now standing proud and tall, very tall.

they weren’t kids anymore though, and levi knew that.

he hoisted himself up and onto the saddle, feeling a hand rest on his calf as he settled in.

“but this isn’t goodbye right?” mikasa looked up at her teacher with tears in her eyes, and it was then when levi saw that she still had a heart.

“no of course it’s not goodbye,” eren chimed in as his hand rested on her shoulder

“it’s simply see you later.” armin finished, joining eren’s side. his soft smile spreading to them all.

“that’s right, one day we’ll see each other. maybe in that life we won’t have to fight.” as levi said this, he watched as all their eyes welled with tears, knowing that it was in fact goodbye, and not see you later.

“oi what did i tell you? never cry in eyes of a superior, it makes them feel weak.” he said through a cracked voice, tears now running down his face.

“thank you for everything, for teaching us how to be like you .” eren said, mikasa and armin saying their own thanks.

“you’re nothing like me, you guys are the heroes i needed when i was young. and for that i can be proud.” he ruffled all three of their heads, returning back up to lift the reigns of his horse.

he looked down on his protégés one last time, and with a crack of the ropes he was off. through the walls and out into the open.

as the three heroes stood and watched his leave, they saluted him as they all whispered in unison.

“goodbye captain.”

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PAIN PAIN PAIN

[aka-ashi-keiji]

READ IT NOW TF I LOVE U FISHY

@aka-ashi-keiji i hate you so much for giving me brain rot abt this

jk love you j'lynn 🥰🥰

bouncing off their post's synopsis of a yakuza leader Kirishima who has an adoptive family member that he's trained to basically be his assassin. no plot- yet at least, just giving the idea a spin :)

also! i kinda liked how someone used 'otome' (for afab reader at least, I forget what the amab one was...) instead of the '___' or 'y/n' so I think i'm going to adopt that for my inserts

words: 601

“Otome-tan~” WIthout looking up, your wrist flicks out and in without splattering any ink, only for a sharp tsk to come from the red head now looming over you. He holds up the tiny tracker between sharp nails. You put down the calligraphy brush, but keep your head down. He’s quiet for a second, the playful air lulling.

“Not quite, but you pass. If it were anybody else, you would have been successful.” His speech is serious and didactic, but there’s the barest hint of pride. He drops the tech on the table, and you rise smoothly, a slight bow before he speaks again, picking up the overly-cheery tone again.

“Time to go out~”

And with that, he’s back out the door. Once the door slides shut, you turn and exit the door behind you, activating the nano-bodysuit and replacing the stylistically flowy yukata with a black, closer-fitting gi-like suit. The finger-less gloves you pull on have crimson seams, like the rest of the suit, and knuckle pads. Combat boots of the same bi-color scheme were next, right before a small firearm and a tranquilizer gun were slotted into a shoulder harness, and various small blades line your form.

A small drawstring bag was slung over your shoulder last, before you leave through another door, taking the ascending steps three at a time.

Time for work.

-

The drive is long, -- where you’re kept is as far from the city as possible without it being an inconvenience for Eiji-sama, since he has to live there -- and it’s not until the car is pulled next to a concert lot that your boss speaks. Case-specific directions only, since all the information was organized and neatly presented in a compact white envelope, courtesy of Zenji-san. Plus, you know your rules.

Unseen, quiet, efficient, and traceless in every other way besides his mark. A rough-hewn shard of agate, always stuck into the breast, right over the heart.

Just like Eiji-sama wears on a chain, dyed bright red and smooth, a shark tooth-like triangle resting in the middle of his collar. Just like what’s burned into the nape of your neck, tattooed tendrils spreading outwards from it, across your shoulders in a picture of bloody, shredded bat wings.

See the truth, the stone says. Cleanse this soul, it whispers, because a knife can stop the heart, but can't rid the filth of their soul.

At least, that’s what swims in your head, Eiji-sama’s hushed rumble pervading each corner of your mind. It’s what he’s said to you - amongst other things - since you were 8 and clumsily gripping a wooden dagger, wide-eyed and feeling.

But you don’t feel anymore. Not in revulsion at calloused fingers tracing the brand lovingly, or self-hate at the river of blood stretching behind you.

Not unless your bone is being sawed into or your muscles being speed-regrown via Mei-san’s chemicals. Not unless it’s a correcting session with ‘Suki-sama or meditation with Kami-sama. Not unless it’s physical pain.

You’re left on the side of the road while hardened red eyes dare you to run off or challenge him, the car pulling up to the front of the venue, the yukata you sported earlier covering the suspicious nature of your combat outfit until you get into the venue. You start walking.

-

Eiji-sama sits in his VIP seat, in front of the big lights of a singer he owns, next to his chosen family of people just as rich and manipulative as him, and laughs. He shows his face to live television, drinking and smoking as a rare relaxation day for the CEO of a small but well-off news company.

He sits in open view of his underground enemies while you flit around, unseen, quiet, efficient. Building the fearsome reputation of Riot.

-

Pau💚

[aka-ashi-keiji]

read it. for the love of god, READ IT ALL

‘Aberration' Masterlist

“Ah, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information I’m going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.

And may I remind you…

These individuals are extremely dangerous.”

In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

[TAGLIST IS CLOSED]

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Aberration Bonuses:

Cannon ‘HC’:

Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]

How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you ‘Sweetcheeks’ [asked by anon]

What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog​]

Headcannons:

Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]

How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]

Fanart:

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrhea​

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Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Horror/Thriller/Yandere

Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.

Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival

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© bakuhoes-dumbass 2021 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

hhnnggggggg hear me tf out- KIRISHIMA AS A YAKUZA LEADER AND HIS DAUGHTER IS SECOND IN COMMAND!!!!!!

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“i wish to speak to your second in command, i was advised he could help me obtain the cargo.” the guest spoke in a firm voice, very bold choice when speaking to eijiro kirishima himself. your father that is.

kirishima snickers at his assumption of gender from his seat at the head of the long table. however he regains his composure and folds his hands nicely across his chest as he gestures to the guards at the door.

“bring her in please.”

the client locks eyes with the double doors slowly opening, mouth stuttering out a response, “her? but i thou-“

“well you thought wrong,” your voice booms through the room, “hi dad” you smile brightly at your father as you greet him. seating yourself to his right.

all was well until it was the client who snickered this time.

“i’m sorry, but did i miss something? what is so amusing?” kirishima asked

“i’m sorry, i just don’t see how a girl of that size could be the second in command to the largest yakuza gang in japan.” he gestures to you condescendingly and further continues. “oh you said dad right? let me guess, you begged daddy for that position and he just gave it to you, typical. well, this was a waste of my time.”

with that, the client began to make his exit, but he wasn’t going to get off that easily. kirishima stood before you could, his quirk beginning to activate through his arms on command, but you stood along with him, stopping him with an arm to his large chest.

your eyes remained locked on the back of the client, your target.

“dad, where’s my knife?”

kirishima takes his seat once more, a smirk plastered to his shark like teeth as he slips the lethal piece of metal into your hand.

“go get em sweetie.”

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OFISJCJSJNFJDS OKAY BYE IM DONE

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POST PLUS IS COMING, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!

Despite the fancy survey, changes to the UI and TOS reveal we’re getting the service in the future whether we want it or not. Obviously, Post+ is a terrible idea that is trying to bank revenue on user content. Unlike patreon or onlyfans, tumblr’s primary focus is on FAN content. The legality of this is NOT in the users favor and as the new tumblr TOS states, said users will be entirely liable for whatever legal matters arise.

SO WHAT ARE WE DOING?

Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.

Ad revenue.

We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.

WHEN IS THE PROTEST?

August 6th 2021

12 am Eastern Time (US)

4am UTC

5am BST/London

6am Central Europe Time

7am Moscow Standard Time

9:30 Indian Standard Time

12 noon Hong Kong Time/Australian Western

1:00 pm Japan Standard Time

1:30 pm Australian Cental time

2:00 pm Australian Eastern Time

August 5th 2021

11pm Central Time (US)

10pm Mountain Time (US)

9pm Pacific Time (US)

THE END TIME IS 24 HOURS FROM START TIME!!!

So no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs!

WHAT IF I CAN’T/WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.

WILL THIS WORK?

Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.

BECAUSE I’M A TIRED IDIOT, USE THIS TO DOUBLE CHECK YOUR TIME ZONE!!!!

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Soulmates without love.

one liner (ish), thinking out loud

ex lovers, mutual understanding

synopsis: if you were to write a book about ex lovers mutually losing feelings for each other, what would the last line be? *which character from the tags would this suit best?*

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“as they approached the end of the road where one would walk the other home, commuting the long way after, the pair parted ways with their backs faced to each other. smiles plastered on their faces as they waved, platonic and beautiful light flooding from them both. and as they turned away once more, it was then when they both understood what it was to be soulmates without love.”

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I AM SOBBING SO FUCKING LOUD RN... i already knew where this was going from the start but this hurt like a mf bc everytime i see the scars on dekus hands in the manga or anime i die inside! literally this hurt so bad but it was so so so good- GO FOLLOW THEM TF ❗️❗️

childhood friend midoriya izuku who teaches you how to play piano at his house. he’s been taking lessons, he tells you, after his mom suggested that he pick up something new. it’s fun, and he’s good at it, so he has no problem teaching you a few songs. you’re not very good, but izuku praises you anyway when you play something as simple as “chopsticks”.

the next time you see izuku is years, years later. you’ve already forgotten what his freckled cheeks and sunny smile look like, but you somehow recognize him immediately when you see him in one of your local cafes. it’s a bit awkward, trying to find something to talk about with someone you haven’t really known in so long, but you stumble through the small talk until you mention the piano.

he’s quiet, just for a moment, fingertips drumming at the edge of his cup.

“my mom sold it,” he tells you, looking down at the table, “sometime while i was in high school. guess there wasn’t much use for it anymore.”

and it hurts, just a little, to think about that empty space in izuku’s house where the piano used to be, where your memories used to be. but midoriya izuku was training to be a hero and nothing less, and that came with a price一anyone who watched the daily news could tell that. and you think about inko, watching her son risk his life over and over again on national television, and you can’t really blame her for selling something that reminds her of the young boy he used to be.

“oh, there’s actually one in this cafe,” you say, pointing over to the corner where a shiny black baby grand rests. izuku’s eyes brighten just a hint when he sees it.

“maybe we could try it out?”

he seems nervous when he sits on the bench, you sitting next to him, pulling it a bit closer to the piano. his hands stroke over the keys experimentally once, twice, and then his fingers are resting in position and he starts to play.

but it doesn’t sound at all how you remember. somehow, it just doesn’t sound…right.

and his fingers are shaking, weakly pressing at keys that had previously been so easy to reach. they’re battered and bruised (more than skin deep), and you don’t know why but you feel like crying when you think about how much he has lost. the deep scars running over his fingers and snaking up his arms seem to cut away the izuku you once knew.

being a hero does that to you, you guess.

he suddenly stops, like he can’t bear to hear his own song any longer, and turns to you with reddened cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i know it’s bad. it’s just一my hands, and i haven’t played in a while, so 一”

he’s rambling again, like he always used to.

he only stops when the warmth of your hands rest on his, and his eyes are wide. you only smile, gently replacing his hand with yours on the keys.

“i’ll do the right hand, so you can do the left.”

playing with you, izuku finds himself enjoying the song more than he can ever remember, pinky brushing yours and smiles shared under the weight of the melody. and, in that way, you play something far more beautiful than anything you’d done as kids.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

top five!!!

i’ve gotten a few requests/asks about what my top five animes mangas and characters are, and so i thought i’d answer it in one post. if you share any of these favorites, hmu lets talk!! feel free to share your faves too, i need some new recs lmao

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top five animes:

demon slayer

haikyu!!

assassination classroom

erased

jujutsu kaisen

top five mangas:

blue lock

boku no hero academia

haikyu!!

demon slayer

jujutsu kaisen

top five characters:

akaashi keiji (hq)

kirishima eijirou (bnha)

kunigami rensuke (blue lock)

rin matsuoka (free!!)

armin arlet (aot)

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Dictionary (love letter)

kirishima eijirou x reader

fluff, drabble

tw: none

a/n: shoutout to @marvel-ing-at-it-all for answering my request and reminding me i wrote this!! (hope you don’t mind i put this on my page i love you) but anyways this is a love letter from kirishima!! ❤️

“dear y/n,

i don’t even know where to start. when you’re around it’s like every inch of my body is on guard, you have this powerful force that just pulls me to you. it’s so insane i don’t even know how to describe it.

i was talking to bakugou about this, and he quite angrily told me that i was in love. in love? is that what this is? it’s not that i don’t want to love you no no of course not y/n you’re amazing and i would love to love you.

it’s just, i’m really hoping you’ll love me back.

uuuuhhhh god this is getting long and i’m starting to sound all cheesy haha anyways there was one more thing.

remember that one night where we got locked out of the dorms? and we watched the stars for like a millions hours it felt like? well that night you told me that the stars were beautiful, and i was so confused! not because i didn’t agree, but because i didn’t truly understand what beautiful meant.

i was never taught the definition of beautiful, and the definition in the dictionary doesn’t help. but when you’re around, and your smile matches mine, i finally understand what it means to be beautiful. because in my dictionary, the definition of beauty, is you.

that’s all i had to say, hope when you see this you’ll smile :)

with love, ei. <3”

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“just let me hold you.” pt.1

I’m going to start this by saying this one shot is tailored to the request itself and contains very mild and brief mentions of s!xual assu!t. so please please, if this is a sensitive or trigger topic for you please do not read this. my blog is a safe space and this is why i took up this request because i want to do everything i can to make people that choose to connect to me know that i will do anything to make them feel safe here. if i have missed anything, please feel free to message me and i will gladly alter the warnings and adjust as needed, thank you.

request: “Could you write a scenario where the reader wakes up distressed from from a flashback to their [s!xual assu!t] and they (Bakugou / Kaminari) comfort her?” - @alitompkins24

bakugou x reader

one shot, angst to comfort

tw: [brief mentions] s!xual assault, screaming, cursing, nightmares, dark space

the hands slipped over your body, it felt as if your skin was melting off. you pushed them away but they kept coming back. it burned, it burned so bad and you wanted it to stop. you could feel yourself plummeting, again. it happened again and again!

you laid there helpless, knowing what was coming next, but not having the life left in you to fight back. “no” wasn’t good enough. “stop please” didn’t matter. this is it, this is where it ends, you thought. and so you did the one thing you could do with your arms pinned and head forced down, you-

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screamed. you shot up in your bed, screams ripping from your throat as your blankets and pillows laid in a scatter around you and on the floor. the room was dark, so so dark. it was too dark for the room not to be the same from the nightmare you had just seen. no. not a nightmare. that was a memory. a memory you had pushed down but still came to tourment you.

your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, your impending screams calming as you took note of the room from the streams of midnight light that flooded through your curtains. realizing that you were still in your new room, far from home, far from danger. but as the realization of the nightmare being a memory set it, your body became overwhelmed, unable to hold onto reality.

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his crimson eyes flew open, bakugou heard your screams even through his deep slumber. his room was located two doors down from yours. the two of you had been dating for years, but due to obvious circumstances, you preferred to have separate rooms. which he never minded, until nights like these came along.

until the nights where you were scared for your life and he couldn’t be there instantaneously to show you that he has you.

his blanket flew off his body and his sore feet hit the hardwood as he sprinted through the house. he heard your screams diminish and what was left was crying. he could hear your uncontrolled tears through the door as he was about to knock.

crying made bakugou uncomfortable, it always had. it was annoying and messy and unnecessary most of the time. but hearing you cry shattered his heart. and no matter how much his pride wanted to let you sort this out for yourself, he knew you needed that extra support. and with that, he opened the door.

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you heard your door creak open slowly, feeling eyes burn into your back. you tensed and clutched your shirt that was soaked with tears. you sobbed harder as your anxiety clouded your mind.

‘who’s here’ ‘i don’t want this’ ‘they can’t be here it can’t be them’

you refused to let yourself look at the door, afraid your nightmare was real and you’d have to relive the memory over once more. and this fear, it built and built and built until-

“NO! please! stop! i- i cant do it again please-“ you choked out your plea as bakugous hand came to rest on your shoulder, the bed dipping in a familiar way that brought you warmth instead of unease.

but even so, it still didn’t click. it didn’t click that you were safe.

“get off me!” you screamed as you scrambled to the edge of the bed, nearly falling off back first. your body had turned to face the source of the warmth at this point, and it was then when you saw those eyes.

the crimson eyes that spoke to your soul and healed your heart with one glance. bakugous silhouette didnt look as threatening as it usually did. his stance was still hunched as he sat on the edge of your bed, but it was soft. no tension, just gentleness and worry.

“hey, hey it’s just me.” his gruff voice sounded through your ears, he was trying to be quiet.

“cmon it’s okay. cmon it was just a dream and you know it.” he began to move closer, slow enough to not alarm you, but quick enough to make you realize he was there.

your body was shaking, your screams and tears had stopped but that pain and burn still covered your body. you wanted bakugou to hug you, to hold you, to make it all go away, but-

“i’m scared.” you whispered through the dark as bakugou had now become inches from you. tears slowly slid down your cheeks as you your hand slid over the covers to hold his.

“i know. but they’re gone, they can’t get to you anymore. you’ve got me, remember?” bakugou whispered the best he could, slowly gripping your hand and gently pulling to towards him.

before you could even begin to let panic set in again, your head was pressed to bakugou broad and strong chest, listening to his heart beat and feeling the heat of his breath. that burn that once covered your skin, soon frosted over in a comfortable icyness as he held you. he smelled of clean laundry and expensive soap, it was calming. but lore importantly, it was familiar.

he kept his hand high on your back as he hugged you, careful to be close but not too close. his large hands were warm naturally and soothed the tension you held in your body. his fingers flexed slightly and his thumbs rubbed small gentle motions into your skin through the shirt you wore.

slowly, but surely, you felt yourself coming back. you felt yourself remember it was a memory, a memory. that was all it was. and just because it affects you now, doesn’t mean it defines you.

“remember what i promised you when you told me your story?” he asked quietly as he kissed your hair.

you nodded your head gently and then replied, “you promised that you would be there, to protect me. and in turn, i would be trusted to love you.”

he hummed lowly in agreement, playing with the loose ends of your shirt. “exactly, so can i still trust you to love me?”

your breath hitched as words, hugging into him tighter. your tears began to flow once more and bakugous comforting actions returned. and even though your sobs were erratic and you were still terrified, the crying wasn’t from fear or sadness.

the cries were from finally realizing and remembering what it’s like to be loved.

and as you sat there, dwelling on a feeling that had been lost for so long, you found the right words for the right moment.

“just let me hold you please.” you whispered into his neck, pulling bakugou closer.

“always. dont you ever forget it.” he breathed as you tucked your body into his arms, relishing in the love and the need from you.

bakugou silently promised himself that even if he never became the number one pro hero, being able to save you was enough for him.

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to my dearest @alitompkins24 i hope you enjoyed this and brought you some ease! i’m sorry it took so long, and if anything does not sit well with you please let me know. i love you and you are always safe here. denki will be part two ❤️❤️

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thank you @luluwiie ❤️❤️

enemies to lovers - amnesia - slowburn

pretty depressing lmao

tags! : @marvel-ing-at-it-all

Fake date +Body swap + Love triangle

Tag ur friends and mutuals!

@1-800-i-ship-it @dimobserver @valiantcoffeetiger @morimortaccitua @step-on-me-khun @savemycrustysoul @jill-8-7 and everyone else who wants to try

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Ctto google

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percy jackson au percy jackson au percy jackson au

Forgot to post this- here’s my piece for @heroesofolympuszine Son of Poseidon Bakugou and Mer Kiri back at it again. Someone finally managed to convince Baku to join Camp Half-Blood.