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Hey! I hope you’re doing good in ur exams!!

Can I request a Tomura x Male reader?

Before the whole war…please, I’m grieving a lot for way too many reasons. ☹️

Tomura Shigaraki x male reader

Headcanons

Big sucker for gamer Shigaraki, why did people stop writing it. So im basing this off earlier season Shiggy, but you can imagine him how you want.

Reader has a quirk vaguely based off Yaga from JJK, cuz I love JJK, and I love Yaga.

Dating Shigaraki was an… experience to say the least. He could be quite bratty or childish at times, but you couldn’t really blame him, especially after hearing about his relationship with that sensei of his.

You weren’t a villain. But you just… didn’t respect the system and thought the hero system was corrupt beyond redemption. You didn’t think Shigaraki’s Sensei had the right idea either. But you had been ignored more than once by the so-called heroes meant to save you.

You had what most would call a “villain” quirk, having the ability to make something akin to dolls or golems, some even being so complex they could think and feel on their own. You had even created more than one that didn’t know it was a doll.

Being raised by golems was an experience, as your parents had been so offput by your quirk and interest in how everything and everyone worked. They’d fed you and clothed you, but that was it. and when your younger siblings developed more “appropriate” quirks, the gap became massive.

It had led to you leaving home as a teen, having finished and graduated online school earlier than most.

You had left a small unnoticeable golem in your home, just to see how long it took your family to realize you were gone. The answer was three months, and it was only because your rich grandpa who had a string quirk, who had always supported your love for puppets, came back from abroad to visit.

The gratification of hearing and seeing your loving but serious grandpa rip your family apart verbally, and then take away all the monetary support he had been given them, was almost enough to cover up the pain of your empty stomach and warm you where you were huddled in an alley.

Meeting Shigaraki had been an accident in the beginning. Your golems had only gotten more and more complex, meaning you suddenly had an income that was more than enough to get your own place, with one of the golems as the “owner” of course.

After that you started selling information and different kinds of “defense” work. That meaning, you helped people hide from the hero commission, and get information other people couldn’t. what was better for that situation other than an army of people that just didn’t exist.

You were picked up by Giran, who had taken notice of your large net of people, whom he didn’t know were your puppets and golems. He, or rather All for one, paid much more than you really needed. But all these years had taught you more than most knew about the inner workings of hero society, so you didn’t turn it away.

You did have a slight feeling that All for one wanted to eat you after he learned about your quirk. But the whole having to build the skill and mental capacity seemed to stop him, for now, since he apparently didn’t have time to perfect it in time for what he had planned.

You were the first outsider in the league of villains, way before anybody else joined, which was how you and Shigaraki started spending time together.

In the beginning hed been his dry snappy bratty self, and he just reminded you of the dirty street cats that you used to feed when you still lived in alleyways. They’d hiss and spit, trying to puff up and look tough, but they always just looked so frail and vulnerable.

Neither of you could tell when your relationship became more than just coworkers. Maybe it was when Shigaraki had Kurogiri warp him to your penthouse since your tv “was bigger and better” than the one he had in his room.

Or when you started bringing him designer clothes that would fit him better than the rags he wore, or had your golems break into different shops to get him some ointment that would help with his scratching.

You even caught yourself once or twice trying to play his games, but you figured out your usual strategic and put together mind lost all its footing playing LOL. Never before had your age quit, and you were too shamed to try again after that.

Shigaraki would admit later that he had tried to get into your hobbies too, with a big blush on his face and a sour expression, like he didn’t want to admit that he had feelings. He couldn’t really get into the art that was doll and golem making, and just how detailed it got for you had his head spinning.

Neither of you ever outright asked the other to date, it just kinda progressed to that point. Shigaraki spent more time at your place than at the “villain hideout”, even after the rest of the league joined.

You started going on dates, which were you booking an entire arcade or restaurant, and having your golems serve you. Or letting Shigaraki lean against you playing his handheld as you planned stocks or different businesses you had your fingers in.

In front of others, you two just seemed like allies, maybe friends on a good day. And it only came out after Magne and Toga had been teasing Shigaraki about having no experience, where he snapped at them that he had a boyfriend, you.

The rest of the league were shocked to say the least, since you two didn’t act anything like a couple around them. But both you and Shigaraki just raise a brow going “why would we be all lovey at work”.

It didn’t surprise you that Shigaraki was touch starved and loved to cuddle. In the beginning he would almost act like it pained him to be touched and cradled. but so many years with no normal human contact always had that effect.

You weren’t used to it yourself, having gone so long with only the touch and comfort of your dolls and golems, but none of it was the same as when it was another person.

The two of you were pretty much dating in your shared opinion, before you ever really got physical. And by that, I mean, you started out by just sitting close or you wrapping your arms around Shigaraki.

Your lover was understandably scared of touching you with his hands, even when he wore gloves to stop his quirk from working. So, it was a major breakthrough when he did return the hugs, or would hold your hand.

But when the floodgates for affection opened, Shigaraki would always find himself clinging to you like a cat searching for warmth. It was pretty damn cute in your eyes, and whenever he would shuffle into the room, you just life an arm and let him melt into your side.

Most days you could keep working, answering the phone, checking your laptop, and what else. But there were also days where Shigaraki would grumble about dusting your stuff if you didn’t cuddle him right.

Part of you had a feeling it was Shigaraki wanting you to take a break, and the other part was sure it was just cuz he liked to be squeezed tight and snuggled. But who were you to complain.

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Togata Mirio x Male Reader List

Friendly Fire

My Blade of Grief

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My Blade of Grief

Togata Mirio x Male Reader | So...its been a month or two, I have no excuse other than playing bg3. That is literally the reason of my absences, lolz. That aside I will be posting again, not as frequently at I'd like do to both work and brain scatter.

WARNINGS: character death is allured to at the end, depictions of violence towards the character, this is sad, knife violence, mentions of injuries(not specified or described), no gore, reader is holding character at knife point, confession, and one last goodbye before death, not beta read or edited

WC: 536

Pinning the injured Hero below him, breath heavy and blade shakily pressed to the man's throat. A look of spiteful hope continues gleaming through those blue eyes towards the other. "Even now…you still, feel for me?" Brows turning down in hurt as empathic guilt runs through his like cold water. The hero smiles, a genuine warm and reassuring expression adored in blood splatter. He grows more weaker on the floor, the weight of the villain laying over him, both an annoyance and blissful grounding.

Mirio distantly remembered wanting a moment like this years ago, although along side blood-loss, Y/N always looked angelic. The desperate frown of his brow, expression hidden with gruff to disguise his longing. His warmth wafting off his body like a stove, contrasting the cold blade. "Yes…especially now." He croaks out, chest tightening as his eyes flutter closed. His wounds critical and pouring to the ground below.

A breath was pulled from the villain, lungs emptied and throat tightened. "I-…I wish things were different. I-I wish we-agh!" The hero groaned, clenching the other man. Red glove shakily grasping the villain's waist, his arms soon giving in and wrapping around him. Pulling Y/N flush to his body, a soft whine escaped him as overwhelming warmth surged through his veins. The villain's own trembling frame giving in, curling around the muscular man. Mindful of his wounds, "Stop…just stop." He muttered out, face hiding against Mirio's neck. 

Y/N could practical feel his smile against his skin…that smile-that damn heroic expression permanently etch in his mind. A shiver ran through his nerves, lightening igniting his instincts to run with the hero in his arms. "I-I knew you were softer than you looked…and warmer." The hero whispered, his lips ghosted around each word and breath. "

A shudder exhale pulled from Y/N’s lungs, fingers tightening the hilt of his blade. His free hand shaking as it rises to the blondes face. Gaze shimmering with guilt and frustration as fingers soothing over Mirio’s cheekbones and jaw. Methodically tracing over bone and blood trails, leaning in to press their faces closer. Foreheads flushed as air tightened between the rivals, 

A moment of hesitation had the hero frozen, a blooming second of courage raging through, "I-I didn't think…I never considered your kindness to the league to be curl and evil. I-I wanted that kindness…I wanted you." He confesses softly, weakly tilting his head to kiss the villain. Velvet soft lips melted over fresh warm blood-covered ones, waves of selfishness colliding with desperation. Painful exhale soothed to a whine as the villain kisses back. 

Wave after wave of regret crashes through the villain, the kiss itself soothing the longing ache that was hope. A now lingering grief, void of what is now lost. A series of wishing and begging spilled from the man's lips. "I never wanted this, I never wanted this for you." Muttering in whispered cries, lips trembling against Mirio's. His own pulled in a bittersweet grin. "I know…" He whispered back, a hushed tone dripped in a distance sweet nothing.

That lasting heat of Y/N's body now the only thing tethering Mirio to stay, willing him the utter his last words to his villain.

"I'm glad it was you, Y/N."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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My dash is full of struggling writers rn.

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So...this happened

Don't call me out like this

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tomura has a new friend 🐈

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safe ❤️

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Knife Inhibitor

Shigaraki Tomura x Gender Neutral Reader | Was looking through my saved edits and found a fanart of Shigaraki in an Among Us AU and ran with it. Figured today would be fitting to post this, lolz.

WARNINGS: serial killer!shigaraki, Among Us AU, no gore mentioned, pain is described in detail(being stabbed)mentions of dead bodies found, one person dies behind the reader but the reader doesn't see it happen, implied dead reader, reader referred to as Purple

WC: 1,165

"Damn lights.." Purple murmured out, hands at work, reconnecting color coordinated wire. Stripping the covers before twisting them together, stepping towards the main power source and flipping the switch. The spaceship awakens with an electric rumble, room now humming to life as fluorescent lights emitted from the ceiling. Releasing a sigh, closing the main frame box, making your way out from electrical.

It had been like this for the pass five month's, lights flipping their switch, doors randomly locking closed, and the main terminal collapsing. The peaceful hum was soon drowned out by an emergency alert, red dots lined themselves on the floor. Leading out to the meeting room, following with rushing worry. 

Arriving to see the usual group of eight missing three members, Yellow and Green missing, as well as gray. Both Pink and Brown, distressed and shaken up began explaining with quicken breaths. "-Yellow…and then Green was-they were just laying on the floor when we found all three in medical." One forced out, gaze scattering over their remaining co-workers. The second in too much shock to speak, their expression blank in a void stare. 

'On the other side of the ship,' you thought. Chest constricting as you spoke, "Before you found them, did either of you run into anyone else near medical?" The pair shook their heads, timidly huddled towards one another's side. "…Gray was the last person we saw." Pink whispered out, eyes fixated to the floor below.

"Someone should've been watching the cameras, isn't that your job, Purple?" White brought up, an air of disappointment clouded over. "I was earlier before the lights went out and I ended up in electrical. I ran by Blue on my way there." You answered, catching Blue nodding in confirmation. 

White grumbled out a low scoff, blue adds in. "Now what? We're down three crew members with a killer on the loose on the ship." Pink and brown flinched, looking to be keeping to themselves at the moment. Your gaze flickers back to White and Blue, an uneasy feel raised within your throat. 

"We stay in pairs, if anything else happens we'll call another meeting." You insisted.

Returning to your tasks again, this time accompanied by a begrudging Blue. Now at the front of the ship, uploading documents. "You think it's Pink that did it?" Blue questioned, leaning against the doorway. "Do you?" Purple passed the questioned back, typing up an update of the ship logs. Passively huffing from the other, causing you to turn towards him. 

The computer dings as the documents sent, your focus still on Blue, now with a critical eye. Watchful of the other's unusual carelessness Blue seemed almost concerned-almost. "No, at least I don't think so. How could he have killed the other three in that state?" He answered. Shrugging, you motion towards the door. "Could be a cover up." You muttered, a hopeful part swells in beat with your blood.

"My thoughts exactly." Blue replied, following in step. Passing by white with a wave through the connecting hallway towards the common room. The red lights lit up not even a second later. Back, in the meeting room. Pink's spot now empty next to Brown.

Without enough evidence, the meeting came to a close. "It doesn't make sense, they were completely alone." Purple mutter out, White walking beside him. Both Blue and White agree to switch places between brown and purple.

"How are you so sure it wasn't brown?" The other asked, the question causing purple to stop in place. Eyes flickering up towards him, uncertainty clouding judgment and thought. "Why would I? Didn't you see their reaction with the other's?"

"They're not the type to do something like that." Purple argued, walking forward. Now, in front of white, face to face. "And you? Where were you when Green and Gray were murdered? Where were you before Pink was discovered?" A bet of silence remained for a moment, purple still holding white in place with a glare. "That's what I thought," Walking passed the other, shoulder colliding as he stomps towards cam's.

Flipping through each screened room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Brown and blue in the common room and white trashing colored leafs down the hall. Huffing out, purple tabbed up everyone's vitals. Only to find that Brown's vitals were flat lined. "Fucking really?!" Quickly pulling up cam's again, catching blue crawling through a vent. Running up around the corner before the main power tripped.

"W-what the fuck!" Purple growled out, running towards the door, locked. "I'll get the power back on, stay here." Whites voice call out, pounding footsteps ricochet from the hall, disappearing. "Wait white-damn it!"

Time passed agonizingly slow, the lights and the TV flickering back on. Purple runs towards the screen, scanning over each room. Both Blue and White were now running back. Pushing open the door again-still locked. "Purple, open the door!" Blue called, voice muffled and hollow on the other side. 

"I don't get it, doors should be fine. Can you both check from out there?" He replied, stepping back towards the screen, switching through cameras. Watching before the feed turned to static, a flash of White grabbing Blue flickered between black and white snowy frames. A mist of White's reflection scattered over the camera's glass with ease.

Heart sinking at the reveal of splattered blood painted over White's uniform, head spinning in disbelief, Purple steps back. Gaze frozen on the screen, a thump against the ice metal door, rattling out the shocking haze. Another flicker of the power goes out before the door behind him opened.

No time to process fully, rendering you in place as cold sizzling pain bloomed around opened skin and membrane tissue. River of red warmth seeps over the exposure, pouring over and pooling below. Now sliding to the floor against the cold floor, gaze widening as White walked closer. Barely catching the sight of Blue's stained palm on the ground beyond the doorway. Hands shakily covering the area with failing hope.

"Y-ou…it was you this whole time?" You whispered out, hand pressing to the pouring wound. Body quickly turning cold with each labored breath, shuffling back against the cold wall of the now empty ship. Head tilted up towards the other, calming waves of nausea and lightheaded weightlessness swarmed Purple, the looming cloud of morality darkening with each exhale.

White walks closer, a smile twisted with blood stained cheeks. Somewhere, in the depths of Purple's hollowing chest and heart aches with affection at the sight horrifying sight above. A distant feeling pushed way, bubbling up as the essence of life escapes from the opened raw vessel.

"Blue had a hand, until the end that is." He the kneels next the other. Heat escaping White like a campfire, an impossible feeling Purple could no longer inhabit. Even with the man's magma fingers soothing over sickly chilled skin.

"You really should've kept an eye on those camera's, Purple. To think, I was just starting to like you too…"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Your Deathly Pause

Viktor x Gender Neutral Reader | This idea popped up in my head not too long ago, something something grim reaper!reader. A short one until my brain decides to start working again lolz.

WARNINGS: HEAVY implication of contemplating suicide(please be stay, I know times are hard currently. <3), reader is a grim reaper, implication of waiting for death, mention of depression(being "pulled" to the edge), mention of spiraling, Reader is only referred to at the "cloaked figure"(no Y/N aside from They/Them pronouns a few times)

WC: 457

"Quite the way to go, dear one."

Heart leaping and breath fast, Viktor turned, that voice. The cloaked figure from before. He'd barely gotten a full glance at the being, each time they'd vanished. From behind pillars, passing through hallway walls, and even the balcony. One moment sitting on the small of the railing and the next standing only a few feet away from Viktor. The chill of eyes forcing the scientist to turn. Slow, the shadows formed their cloak, barely being lit by sunlight ricocheting off outer walls, and curved pillars. "You..." He breathed out.

Stepping a few feet near the man, stopping as their gaze shifts toward the overgrowth below. "You're on the edge again." Voice holding only a steady tone with no judgment or sorrow. Their eyes flicker back toward the man, the shadow of their hood casting the illusion of a human face. Particle and hidden once directly staring a dizzying sensation runs through Viktor.

A light breeze blows between them, the reaper continued, "You humans are all so complicated and yet so fragile. Even now with your...late assistant." Thudding steps echoed off the hollow of the archway, the cloak moving with the environmental sway. Still with a natural flow, like how water moves around small rocks in a stream and how leaves fall in spinning circles. 

"...It is in our nature to complicate things." Guilt and vacant lost begin to eat away at Viktor, Sky's journal now felt heavy and cold against his side. A reminder of his neglect, what both he and Jayce were focused on in the first place. "Our mistakes and burdens to do good, often become what we fear most." His chest constricting on every word, his own weighted action laid before him as his destined fate, raw and encompassing.

"Hm…" The figure's clothed hand gestures before a small gear appears, rolling between his fingers and across his palm. Their head turns back towards the doorway, "Regardless of your self-burdens and mistakes, it's not your time yet." The reaper faces Viktor once more, holding out their hand, offering the object. "You still have much to learn, to create, and live for. And I'll see to that personally." The steady tone reminded with soft coated promising.

Hesitent, he reaches for the gear. Fingers cradling the metal with carefully, the cloaked hand resumes its place at their side. Stepping back through the archway, they pause once more. "You're not alone in this, dear one. Remember that..." Their voice grew soft as shadows spread back to hidden corners and harsh walls. The silence was back, it felt burdensome this time around. Hollow, yet charged. That pull to the edge long disappeared once a familiar warm voice cut through.

"Am I interrupting?"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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More modern au... I might end up putting together a jayvik digital zine as soon as I figure out how to like, actually put it together.

And also!! Caitlyn! My first ever Cait drawing tbf though I will draw more

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Inked Arrangement

Leon Kennedy x Male Reader | This is VERY self indulgent.

WARNINGS: sexual tension in this one boy's, reader is described to be wearing a croptop, I do not describe a body type other then being soft, they lowkey make out, bold Leon(Cannon?), LOTS of touching, they kiss LIKE a fuck ton, slight mentions of an arrangement between Leon and the reader

WC: 670

This arrangement had started long before the two knew each other's names, their need only taking over once doors were closed. Y/N’s eyes flashed up to Leon with a smirk, turning himself to slightly show off one side of his waist tattoo. The design imprinted over his skin like freckles. "What fun is it if everyone can see my tattoos? I wanna be a mysterious handsome man." He replied smugly, hands brushing down over wrinkled fabric of his crop-top. Laying over his frame like a soft blanket, not too form fitting, or baggy but, perfect for him.

Blue eyes flickered towards the hem that barely covered his sternum. It truly was a tempting proposition to just lift it up, getting a glimpse of his full torso. A shine of mischievous hunger glowed before he blinked it away to a coy grin. "You're already handsome and mysterious, Y/N. Come here…" His thumb began to softly draw circles over Y/N's wrist, pulling him closer. Eyes fluttered slowly as his exhaustion washes away, stepping over the blonde's leg. Feeling the Leon's thumb caressing up his wrists, extending his arm to allow more of the heated touch. His thumb traveled up the man's arm, slowly making its way up towards his forearm.

Feeling his rough palms and fingertips brush and drift over him, skin flaring up in goosebumps. His gaze moving back up to the blondes face, catching the other staring at his lips with eagerness. Smiling, Leon can't help but feel a wave of possession. Seeing the man's own body beginning to flare up into goosebumps, his skin inviting to the touch. He chuckled slightly as the two share a beat of tense silence. Leon's eyes drift to Y/N's smile, lingering a little longer on his lips.

Leon chuckled softly, his eyes flicking up towards Y/N's lips. The look of desperation on his man's face only drew the blonde in. He wanted to kiss the man so badly, it was almost painful. "Stop being so needy, baby." He rumbles out, affection, and hunger twisting through his comment.

Y/N’s gaze immediately shifted away with a shy smirk. Even with his own affectionate words, Leon still had that damn habit of making his heart skip. Leon's closeness, driving him crazy. The craving for his lips was unbearable, the shaky breath that escaped him over the other's mouth. Lips messily pressed to the others, parting only to deepen the slurry of connection. Tongues dancing to the rhythm of their shared heart beats. Keeping his lips on Leon's, he crawls to settle in his lap, thighs, and chests fully pressed. Hands mapping over clothing and muscle.

A soft gasp escaping Leon as Y/N's weight morphed to him. He felt the man's body pressing to him as their kiss grew deeper. His fingers digging to the man's thighs, gripping the exposed skin firmly. Soon trailing up the man's hips, palms setting a blaze of heat in their wake over his partner's mirrored tattoo's. With no hesitation, Leon immediately press his lips to the striking tattoo along his waist, pulling off Y/N's shirt in the process.

Unprepared, Y/N freezes at the warm soft lips on his skin. Even with the repeated cycles of their arrangement, it always throws him off kilter when Leon was so soft with him. His breath quickened slightly as his heart raced. The warm of the blonde's gentleness drove him insane. Hands find their to Leon's locks, gently cradling and pulling. Shakes his head, moving to capture their lips once again.

 Leon couldn't help but smile as his lips parted from Y/N's, the heated moment pushing a bubble of low chuckles from the man. His voice growing more and more soft as he spoke. "Fuck, you’re hot like this." A thrill of heat ran through Y/N, an eager thrum of playfulness within each kiss. His thumb pressing against Leon's bottom lip, feeling the silky plush skin beneath the pad of his finger.

"You’re gonna kill me with those sweet words, blondie."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Viktor Art

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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A comic about dreamers

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Hexwhore, aka Viktor has the perfect build for crop tops.

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Blood Stained Embrace

Serenity

Telepathic

I'll Lend you My Heart While it's on My Sleeve

Bandaid Kisses

Worrying Thoughts of You

The Art of Togetherness