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[lesiasmadness]

Give the man some credit Layton, he wouldn't say something that out of character

[pkmn-go-to-the-polls]

just wanted to say thank you all SO much for following along with this tournament until the very end! i had a lot of fun running it, even if it was a bit stressful at times HGKLSHDFKLDHK

this blog is probably gonna go largely dormant now that the tournament is over, but if u want to keep up with Me, the op, my main blog is @eggtempest! I almost exclusively post art there 😤

till next time, signing off 🫡

[ge]

every time i remember tangchung were going to travel across china together and live with each other after the war i feel like ive been flashbanged...

[hclluvasinners]

you like valentino's canon design. i like valentino's barrel chest and muscle-daddy fanart. we are not the same.

[whatthehect-blog]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

garcia and santos farmer’s market date. (twt)

based on this fic

[jenscx]

[46] DAYLIGHT — comic con dupe

“yena, are you sure this is the correct place?” you ask, eyeing the run down building skeptically. the land surrounding it was almost barren and you would have assumed it to be abandoned if not for the steady stream of people entering.

the girl merely brushes you off and pulls you through the doors, minju and sakura following closely behind. after being checked by security, the doors slide open, and the room is filled with chatter and conversation. your eyes wander past the various booths, set up with merchandise and games alike. at the centre of it all, there was an elaborate stage set up.

“woah,” minju stares in awe, “i thought this was a youtuber event?”

you snap your head backwards, frowning, “youtuber? this is an event for youtubers?”

yena winces but she barely manages to hide it behind the gleeful smile on her face. whipping out her camera, she pushes it into sakura’s hands, who has become well-accustomed as yena’s cameraman.

“hi chat! this is kind of impromptu and i’ve kept it a secret since i want to surprise everyone. currently we are at a convention for youtubers and i’m here with y/n, kkura unnie and minju!” she waves at the camera as viewers start to pile in. you can only groan, knowing that yena had set you up. a convention for youtubers? why did they bring you here? for fun? or did they want you to meet someone?

the smirks plastered across your friends’ faces only prove your hypothesis correct. yet, they didn’t know you were already planning on talking to jimin. the thought of seeing her again made your heart hammer against your chest out of anxiety. there was zero reason for her to keep trying to win you over, especially when you could tell she was fed up. lost in your thoughts, yena

“y/n,” she nudges you, “say something to chat!”

you reluctantly wave while minju puts two thumbs up.

“anyway! we’ll be walking around now,” yena grins, looping her arm through yours so that you couldn’t escape. you can’t believe that somehow, your friends with a combined iq of a hundred, managed to trick you so easily.

as minju and sakura fawn over the merch, you pince yena’s waist. “if i see hyewon, i’m getting the fuck out of here.”

the girl, understandably, stiffens before nodding fervently, “yes ma’am.”

little did you know, jimin was currently fawning over the pokemon merch booth, posing with the plushies while chaewon takes photos for her.

“do you think they’ll let fans in?” yunjin asks nervously, glancing at the crowd outside.

“jimin! don’t do that to charmander!” chaewon shrieks as the influencer opens her mouth to engulf the pokemon in a faux bite. minjeong can only stare wistfully, thinking about the impending demise of jimin when she finally sees you again.

yena had instructed her to bring jimin to the stage, forcing her to conduct an interview, which minjeong could do. she just didn’t know how to pull the older girl away without yunjin or chaewon becoming suspicious. eyeing the nearby booths, minjeong spots a long queue for corndogs.

“hey, can you guys go get us some?” she points at the stall. just as jimin is about to offer to go, minjeong tugs at her sleeve, pouting and putting on her best puppy eyes.

“uhm, girl. let me go?”

“unnie, i need you to stay here with me.”

jimin tilts her head, confused but at minjeong’s insistence, sends yunjin and chaewon off. the moment that they’re alone, minjeong loses her facade and looks around frantically. there’s a few people she recognises, but none of them look eerily similar to her girlfriend. except for a rather prominent black haired figure, currently headed towards her.

“jimin, let’s go over there!” minjeong yanks the older girl away with a yelp.

“wha—”

“hey guys!” she calls out loudly, attracting the attention of the girls. jimin gasps just as the group turns around. minjeong already expects a scolding when they go home but right now, all she can think about is minju’s praise. minjeong grins, pushing jimin slightly to you.

your throat clenches up at the sight of the influencer so close in your proximity. yena’s wide smile only serves as a distinct hint that she was the cause of all this. you try to hide your surprise, already regretting accepting their invitation to come to this convention in the first place. the moment minju suggested the idea, you should have shut it down immediately. not to mention she said minjeong was asking! holy shit. you scowl as jimin reluctantly introduces herself to your friends.

“what are you doing here?” you hiss when minjeong greets everyone. jimin rolls her eyes, a smug smile on her face, “before you say anything, i didn’t know you were coming either. guess it was fate.”

“girl, shut up.”

“where’s your other friends?” yena asks, winking. you groan, feeling stupid to have fallen for such an obvious trap. minjeong points to the approaching duo, arguing about something.

“uhm, since when did y’all get here?” yunjin asks. sakura turns the camera, “say hi to yena’s chat.”

“oh. hi?”

you can already imagine the chat going crazy. this would definitely be on your timeline tomorrow.

“anyway, you guys don’t have to know how we met,” yena loops her arm through yunjin’s with familiarity, despite having met her for the first time. you envy the girl’s confidence as she drags the tallest away, prancing around. you can sense some tension between minju and chaewon that disperses quickly with minjeong’s help. while sakura follows yena closely, you’re left alone with jimin, who frankly speaking, looks too proud.

“so our friends planned this?” she breaks the silence.

you nod, “i guess. i’m gonna beat yena up.”

“aw, why?” jimin pouts. fighting the urge to smack her, you distract yourself by focusing on the charmander plush in her hands, “where’d you get that?”

jimin raises it boastfully, “this is my son. i adopted him five minutes ago.”

eyeing the girl weirdly, you choose to remain silent.

“he can be your son too—”

“oh my god, shut the fuck up.”

“our son is listening! watch your language!” you can’t stop the bewildered laugh from escaping your lips at jimin’s words. her eyes light up with amusement as she holds her stupid orange lizard.

in the midst of your laughter, you fail to notice someone approaching you from behind. footsteps thud against the convention’s floor and jimin tenses up, her grip tightening against the plush.

“y/n? park y/n?”

no way. that voice…

your head whirls just as jimin moves forward, nearly shielding your entire vision with her hair. tensing up, you move back, instinctively hiding behind jimin’s taller figure. you catch a glimpse of the brunette, vlog camera in hand. of course she was still recording content.

“don’t talk to her,” jimin states firmly. you would have laughed for how ridiculous she looked; shooting glares while hugging a silly charmander plushie in her arms.

“it-it’s okay,” you shove jimin’s arm away to reveal the girl that you’ve avoided ever since the breakup.

hyewon frowns, crossing her arms, “can i talk to you privately?”

you don’t know if she’s unaware of jimin’s stance, or she merely chose to ignore the other girl’s presence. surprise overtakes you as jimin nearly lunges at hyewon, sneering, “she’s not going to talk to you. ever.”

“jimin—”

“are you her mother? she can make her own decisions.”

you hate how they’re speaking as if you aren’t in the conversation at all. a poor choice of yours for liking older women, you think. maybe now wasn’t the time to reflect on your love life. you still had two women glaring at each other, almost killing each other with their stares.

“jimin, just wait here, okay? i’ll talk to hyewon unnie.”

jimin’s gaze narrows into slits as she turns her head back, “you call her unnie? you don’t even call me unnie.”

huffing, you shove at her shoulder to walk away with hyewon. dealing with one ex was enough, you didn’t have time or energy to deal with another. not that she was fully considered an ex.

you can hear hyewon’s footsteps slowly following behind. after walking a few metres, you reach a secluded corner, away from any windows with peering fans. you couldn’t risk the chance of someone potentially eavesdropping on your conversation with kang hyewon out of all people.

her sudden appearance had nearly thrown you back into a whirlwind of the past. you hadn’t expected hyewon to be here, but maybe with your recent experiences, you should have anticpated the worst to come.

“why are you here?” you start asking. simple and easy. there wasn’t a need to get into the past.

hyewon sighs sheepishly, “filming for my channel.”

you resist scoffing. of course it was for her channel. what else? you should have seen it coming.

“are you dating karina now?” she asks.

“i don’t think it’s any of your business,” you reply back coolly. hyewon smiles weakly, “she seemed a little defensive back there. she’s still glaring at me now. i’m just curious.”

you can feel jimin’s gaze burning into the back of your head.

“she’s a… friend.”

“i see,” she hums, “how have you been?” you wince at the awkwardness, already dreading such a conversation starter, “i’m fine.”

“yeah? that’s good. especially after…” the words go unsaid. hyewon’s smile fades, “ahem. anyway, do you think we can get coffee later?”

“sorry. i’m already getting coffee with jimin,” you easily answer. never have you been more grateful for the influencer than now. hyewon’s face falls before she nods, “okay.”

you gesture back at jimin, who’s still waiting at the same spot like a kid, “it was nice catching up with you. i have to go now.”

hyewon’s hand reaches out to stop you, “have you moved on?” your eyes flit to her grip, breath hitching as you take in her question.

“have you moved on from me?” she repeats.

your head flicks up in surprise, “why are you asking?”

she shakes her head, “i just wanted to know how you’re feeling now. despite spending so long with you, i can’t tell what you’re thinking but i hope you’re happy now. happier than you were with me.”

you remain mum, allowing hyewon to continue, “i know i hurt you. i’m sorry for how i ended things. it wasn’t right for me to betray you like that. i don’t think you’ll forgive me but i just want you to know that i still care for you, so don’t hesitate to text me. my number hasn’t changed.”

some hidden part of you, stowed away in the furthest corner of your heart, longs for hyewon’s acknowledgement and attention. the young girl who would do anything to have her back. you can’t deny the feeling of liberation that comes rushing in.

“i want to forgive you, but there’s nothing to forgive anymore.” even if you did forgive her, there was nothing left of your relationship. just a distant memory that you held close to your heart.

“i cared for you. i really did but you threw it all away. i’m not upset anymore but i don’t think we should ever meet again.”

hyewon reluctantly nods.

“see you around,” she says with a tone of finality before walking off. your heart stutters in your chest despite the weight being lifted off your shoulders. resounding footsteps reach your ears as jimin scurries up behind you, “what did she say?! did she say something mean?”

you don’t bother turning around.

“she asked if i’m over her,” you reply, somewhat awestruck.

“are— are you?” jimin asks hesitantly.

you can’t believe jimin’s asking such a silly question.

“let’s go now,” you order. you need to talk to her.

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[nanamineedstherapy]

Domain Expansion: Codependent Tamagotchi

F!Pregnant Reader x Gojo Satoru

Previous Oneshot Chapter [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3]

A/N: When your husband is the 'Strongest' but you’ve weaponized him into a Tamagotchi-toting simp. Enjoy this masterclass in psychological warfare (ft. Gojo’s ‘I live to serve’ arc). No spoilers, but someone does get a QR code tramp stamp.

[TikTok Video: Part 2—Gojo Satoru | Caption: “��Gojo husband maintenance log: 8 months pregnant, we have reached submission stage. ” ]

TikTok audio: Ariana Grande’s “ Be my baby x God is a woman ” sped up + reverb

The video opens slow. Cinematic.

Sunlight bleeds through floor-to-ceiling glass. The balcony’s windswept and expensive. The view? Definitely illegal. Somewhere too high for your accountant to approve.

Gojo Satoru.

Shirtless. Sprawled on a designer couch like an unpaid model in a fragrance commercial. He’s in low-waist grey joggers that should be a felony, casually multitasking—scrolling TikTok with one hand and updating a glowing confidential file on his tablet with the other.

It’s titled,

“Structural Reform Proposal v19—For Wife Only 🩷”

The subfolder glows faintly.

“Things That Need Fixing (Again).”

You approach. Pregnant. Dangerous. Vengeful.

He senses you. Of course he does.

His spine straightens half an inch. But he doesn’t look up.

Instead—

Gojo (dryly) says, “What are we doing today, my violently radiant wife?”

You drop a massive blond wig on his head. Bangs. Side part. Slightly tragic. “You’re Nanami now.”

Without missing a beat, he slouches deeper into the cushions. Wig sliding slightly off. Then in a serious, grim voice, he mutters, “I feel responsible for everything. The weight of your cravings, your mood swings, the socioeconomic collapse… it’s all my fault.”

You nod, solemn. “Perfect.”

You shove a glittering pacifier into his mouth.

He accepts it. No resistance. No blinking.

You drag a giant baby onesie over his head. It says “ MILF’s Emotional Support Weapon ” in Comic Sans.

Gojo, muffled, sighs, “Anything for the mother of my spawns.”

Temporary tattoos. You slap them on his arms—one reads “ World’s #1 Wife Addict,” and the other is a scannable QR code that links to your game’s latest teaser trailer. A game where both your husbands play morally ambiguous villains with god complexes. Subtle.

You yank his expensive watch off his wrist and replace it with a glittery pink Tamagotchi.

Then you whisper in his ear, “Your new cursed technique is emotional availability.”

He gasps. Actually gasps. “That’s… beyond special grade. That’s divine.”

You kiss his forehead.

He drops the pacifier to the floor. Then bows like a knight, “I am but your loyal simp. Take my life. Take my Google Calendar.”

The camera pans to you. Barefoot. Pregnant glow + villain era contour. You look like you could file for divorce and buy a private island in the same breath.

Voiceover:

“I have successfully trained the strongest alive. He no longer asks why. He simply… submits.”

You pan back to him. He’s staring now. Quiet. Intent. Wig still tragically perfect.

The Tamagotchi chirps.

Camera zooms.

Gojo speaks low, dangerous, feral. “You keep testing me like this, and I’ll knock you up again before the first ones even get here.”

Cut to static.

Top Comment:

@ThreeEyesDaddyKashimo: THAT LINE???? SIR????

@CloutSaveTheGod: I taught him everything he knows.

@PolyChaosCollective_Hakari: This marriage is a psyop. I’m obsessed.

@CEOofCursedEnergyCappyBaraYu: The tamagotchi really said, ‘Domain Expansion: Codependency.’

@TamagotchiTraumaTojisTesties: This is not husband content. This is weaponized submission. I fear them.

@TwoDicksKing: Your marriage is performance art, and I would pay for the Patreon.

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A/N: If you cackled, gasped, or now need a ‘MILF’s Emotional Support Weapon’ onesie immediately, roast me in the comments. (Gojo’s ego needs CPR. Nanami’s watching this unfold like a war crime documentary.)

Previous Oneshot Chapter same situation but with Nanami Kento in a different setting [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3]

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[impishjesters]

Jax-in-a-box

warning(s): mentioned spicy jokes/comments note(s): (In response to the request) We don't have Jack in the box around here so I actually had to google it, thought it sounded familiar lol A/N: This idea was so cute and I had so much fun writing it. It is sort of implied the reader is attached to said box, but not how. But now I am imagining them hopping around like the Pixar lamp so that’s hilarious. If you want more hc's of the reader detached from the box feel free to send in another request~ request: I'm requesting a Jax x reader (crushing and actual relationship stage if possible) where they are kinda Jack in the box theme (no not like the restaurant mascot, I was telling my friend about this idea/request and she thought I was talking about him 😭) So the reader is the tallest of the group and has long hair, similar to the rope-likeness to Ragatha’s hair and they also have very stretchy arms and can do a bunch of things with them (wrap one of them completely around a person, can reach the top of the tent etc.) The reader also likes to stay in their box most of the time since it's dark and peaceful but isn't like antisocial, likes to hang out with the others and does light hearted pranks on them (Jax included, no one is safe).

Crushing Stage

You aren’t on the same level of jackassery or prankage that Jax is, but you do have a knack for more light-hearted pranks and that’s admirable because he always gets a good laugh out of whoever you prank.

Though that’s not saying much, all of them have been subjected to a jumpscare or two by you, trying to approach you when you are in your box really is unpredictable.

Like did you not hear them or are you intentionally trying to jumpscare someone? (It’s usually the first one, the walls aren’t thick but they can muffle when someone is trying to directly talk to you.)

Actually, the first time you scared Jax it was completely unintentional. Sometimes you sort of just, blend into the scenery when your box is tucked alongside other stuff. You didn’t even know he was there when you popped out and just, scared him.

Fortunately for him, nobody else was around because the sound that left him was priceless. He hates it (affectionately) that you use that to tease him every now and then.

Another time that you startled (read: scared) him was when you were hanging off the ground, he hadn’t been aware you were quite literally hanging around until you dropped down, the box making a comically loud noise in the process. (Which is funny because that time others were around, luckily Jax didn’t scream.)

The more he gets comfortable with you the more he finds himself leaning against your box during group socializing time or even letting you wrap one of your arms around him and yoink him around (usually out of harm’s way, Caine’s games are too much sometimes)

In the fashion that “a boy tugs on a girl’s hair because he likes her”, Jax has very much tugged your hair—it’s long and there’s a lot of it so it doesn’t always get in the box when you close the top. So parts stick out and he’s definitely let that part of his brain act on the “what if I just..yank it?”

Afterward, he just does it because he likes that your attention turns directly on him. It’s never a violent tug or anything, just enough to get your eyes on him.

Dating Stage

Not too much changes when the two of you start dating. There are still pranks but the two of you are closer and whatnot.

However, there is the new addition of more risque jokes/comments, such as the comment about whether cranking the handle on your box does something. (The first joke happens whether those kinds of comments discomfort you or not, though he’ll stop if they do. But if they don’t? Oh boy, expect so many awful jokes.)

At first, he had no opinion, but he kinda likes that you’re taller than him. The only other person is Kinger and he’s usually hunched over.

He finds your stretchy arms to be both useful and entertaining, though seeing them stretch to extreme lengths kinda bugs him out. (which is ironic because he’s a stretchy toy himself)

Along with leaning against your box, now he’s more comfortable actually sitting on it, or rather the ledge of it when it’s open.

He’s definitely sat on it while it was closed before though, you may or may not have accidentally thrown him off. (he’s irritated, but honestly, he should’ve seen that coming)

On occasion when the gang is stuck playing some dumb game that he’s not really paying attention to, he’ll sit on the ledge of your box and mess with your hair. It’s similar to Ragatha’s but longer and it’s a nice time-waster just seeing what he can do with it.

Since you tend to stay in your box more than your actual room, it makes finding you at times a pain. Sometimes Jax gives up, sometimes he asks where someone saw you last, and sometimes he just yells out. The first few times it’s all fun and games but afterward, he just gets irritated, it’s like you move around just to piss him off.

For whatever reason in the beginning he never questioned how exactly you worked, you know, being in a box, or part of a box? Expect plenty of questions and the occasional attempted peek into your box to see if you have legs (maybe a spring?) or not. (he’s not trying to be dirty he’s just intrigued.)

[yaboiyandere]

Yandere Miguel O’Hara

-If it were up to you, anyone other than you would be the web-slinging hero, but at times like now you realize not anyone should wield the great powers you’ve come to call your own.

-You’ve been your city’s wall-crawling vigilante for a couple of years now, and not to brag, but you’ve been doing great! Ever since you lost your husband, Miguel, to a lab accident that got you your powers, you’ve been trying to keep the city as safe as he wanted it to be. For him, and your daughter.

-It’s been harder to be a single parent and a webhead, especially as Gabriella has gotten older and more aware of your absence. Being an arachnid is busy. Then comes Gabriella’s elementary school graduation. You were so excited and promised you’d make it. The city can be fine for a night, right?

-That’s why you’re sitting in an elementary school cafeteria, on one of the comically small benches, proud as can be, when all of a sudden the room shakes with a sudden crash. parents and children scatter, adults, swarming the stage and grabbing their kids. Caught under some debris, you’re last to reach the crowd of distressed citizens. A slimy tentacle peeks out through the wall.

-you quickly find your daughter hiding under one of the tables and try to pull her out and towards the nearest exit. “No! It’s all my fault! If I didn’t make you come here tonight then this never would have happened!” She cries. your heart hurts for your daughter. Did she know? For how long? You sigh shakily and hug her.

-“Yknow, I became Spider-Man for you.” She sniffs. “Really?” “Well, also your dad.” You both go silent. “I don’t want you to end up like him” “dead?” “…yeah.” “I know.” “I guess you know a lot more than I thought, huh?” She giggles, tears still in her eyes.

-A scream is let out, causing both of you to snap your heads toward it. “That’s my queue.” you joke. You pull your formal wear off, revealing your spider suit, and pull on your mask. “Keep those safe for me, will ya? That’s my only good-“ your spidey senses trigger, but a tentacle quickly wraps around your leg and yanks you back. The man connected to the tentacle is seemingly dressed as a pirate, and the tentacles protrude his legs are supposed to be.

-“Gross gross gross! How do you even pee man?!” You yell, only to get slammed against the ceiling. You immediately start tying his tentacles together with webbing only for him to slip out due to their slippery texture. You’re about to call it quits and just start biting them off, after all, they serve calamari at fancy restaurants, right? And this is like the same thing-

-your thoughts get interrupted by a blue-clad man bursting behind your attacker, and clawing at his head. He quickly yanks his head back and bites at his neck. You’re in shock at the sudden attack and worried this might be your next opponent. As the pirate falls, the man squints at you, or at least you think so, hard to tell with the mask. “I like your mask” you joke, as he approaches you. “Got one just like it at home”. He silently stands in front of you, looking at some hologram watch. You gulp. You suddenly feel something grab at your leg, and look down to see Gabriella crying. “Don’t hurt my (parent)! Please” she sobs.

-Just like her father, trying to protect you. And possibly about to get killed for it. You put a protective hand on her head. The blue man stares at her, his holographic screen disappearing. You all stand there for a minute, quiet, except for your daughter’s choked sobs.

-“…are you scared of me?” The man asks her. She’s still hiding behind your leg but nods. You unconsciously nod as well. He sighs and seems regretful. He looks at you. “What’s your name?” “Ah, that’s kinda classified.” “Fine” he presses something on his suit and the mask dissolves, revealing his face.

-your dead husband’s face. “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and you probably already knew that.” You stutter out a yes. “Good, that makes this much easier.” He smiles, and hugs you. You’re too shocked to hug back, essentially seeing a ghost. So shocked you think your spidey senses are just because of your emotions, and not the incoming fangs in your neck. They’re just a prick, but your body quickly sags.

-“Daddy?” “It’s me, sweetie” this Miguel, this evil Miguel coos at your daughter. She sniffles and hugs him and you. You want to cry out, tell her to run, but you can’t. He picks you and her up. “Lyla, let’s bring these two home.” “Can do, boss” You’re quickly swallowed into an orange hole.

-that was three days ago. You’ve been trapped in this minimalist nightmare of an apartment, in this futuristic city. At least you get a good view of this place. Your daughter has been taking it well, considering she just got her dad back, but you?

-Miguel hugs you from behind. “How are you, mi amor?” He kisses your neck. You’re silent. He sighs on your shoulder. “Look, I know you miss swinging around town, but this is safer. I can’t lose you again.” You stay silent.

-“I don’t like this attitude” he grumbles. Now it’s your turn to sigh. He’s about to start again when your daughter rushes in. “Look what I made, Daddy!” She sits next to you two. It’s a scribbly drawing of the three of you, all happy. Not a spider, or mask in sight. You tune out Miguel’s compliments and stare.

-Maybe, you could leave the web-slinging to someone else from now on. And be just as happy as you look in the drawing. Something about the smirk you feel on your neck from Miguel tells you that you don’t have a choice.

(might continue or write from Miguel’s POV)

[worms-for-brains]

Since by democracy people wanted ghost and soap deity lore drop illustrations I will soon present them to the public *bows and gets yanked off stage by a comically hooked cane*

[sigg-vbj]

Fan Video's

Bakugo didn’t usually waste time scrolling through social media—it wasn’t his style—but even he had those moments where boredom hit like a truck. Today was one of those rare days. Propped up on his couch, his phone in hand, he mindlessly swiped through random videos of heroes doing flashy crap. Most of it was predictable: same moves, same interviews, same dumb flashy quirk stunts.

Then a thumbnail caught his eye.

“Scarlet X’s Big Dog Moments”

The title alone made him pause. Vanessa had gone to America a few months back, and while he knew she was holding her own, he hadn’t really seen her in action over there. He tapped the video, the familiar fiery red 'X' in the thumbnail already intriguing him. What started as curiosity quickly turned into something he hadn’t expected.

The video opened with a bang—literally. Vanessa stood on the edge of a skyscraper, throwing up two middle fingers with her tongue out, looking like she owned the damn skyline. Then, without a second thought, she tipped back and free-fell like gravity was just a suggestion. The timing was perfect, the base of some heavy New York drill track dropping as the scene cut to her mid-air, cosmic red energy glowing around her like she was the queen of the world.

Bakugo blinked. "What the hell...?"

This wasn’t the Vanessa he’d seen at UA, calm and collected with that rare mischievous smirk. This was Scarlet X, fully in her element, showing off like a certified badass.

Whoever made this video wasn’t just good—they were a genius. The clips were fire, blending her coolest takedowns with moments that showed just how much of a presence she had on the streets of New York. Without realizing it, Bakugo hit follow on the account. Of course, it was one of his throwaway accounts—no way in hell would he let anyone know Dynamight was binge-watching fan videos of his... Vanessa.

Each clip had him more hooked than the last.

In one, she spun on her heel after flooring some villain and started Harlem shaking like she was on a stage at Madison Square Garden. "Aye! Aye! Aye!" she shouted, finishing the impromptu dance with a smooth spin and throwing up peace signs.

“Idiot,” Bakugo muttered, but he smirked, shaking his head.

Another video showed her going toe-to-toe with a muscle-bound villain twice her size. At first, she faked out a straight punch, then dodged under his swing before planting an uppercut so clean it looked like it came out of a comic book. The guy went flying, practically orbiting.

Bakugo burst out laughing. “Damn right, show ‘em who’s boss, Puffball.”

Then came the "GET OVER HERE!" moment. Facing the camera with a cocky grin, Vanessa turned and threw a glowing red X at a fleeing thief. The X latched onto his back, and with one sharp yank, she pulled the guy through the air like a ragdoll straight into her grip. The reference was crystal clear.

“Cheeky,” Bakugo muttered, letting out a snicker. "Where’s the fatality, huh?"

But the videos weren’t just goofy or flashy. There were moments where she was simply... Vanessa. Sitting on a stoop, eating a slice of pizza someone handed her as thanks. Floating in mid-air, her cosmic energy gently swirling around her, her face serene like she was meditating. Those clips were quieter, but they hit different. They showed the side of her that wasn’t just a hero but a person.

His smirk softened. His chest warmed a bit—annoyingly so. She wasn’t just Scarlet X; she was Vanessa. The girl who trained with him, roasted him for being too loud, and could take him down a peg without even trying. Seeing her like this, fully in her element, surrounded by fans, showing off for cameras without losing herself—it made him proud.

Bakugo scrolled to the comments.

User123: “Scarlet X is carrying the hero industry in NYC right now.” FanOfScarlet: “No way, she’s too good. That cosmic energy is insane.” ThrowawayGuy99: “I’m down bad for Scarlet X. She can punch me into the stratosphere any day.” DynamightFan47: “Scarlet X and Dynamight collab WHEN?”

His eyes twitched at the last one. He quickly commented on his favorite clip—the one with the uppercut—under his throwaway account.

TotallyNotDynamight: “Yeah, she’s badass. Don’t get used to it, though. She’s got competition.”

He snorted after hitting send. If Vanessa ever found out about this, she’d never let him live it down. But for now, he kept scrolling, rewatching the clips and feeling a rare sense of admiration—for her and her ability to own the spotlight like no one else could. End

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly👋 I hope you're doing well today, I saw you say you're not annoying by me, but I do get worried a little I don't want to pop up every week, I want to give the people chance to give their request to you, now how about Y/N dress up as Loki from Marvel for Comic-Con? She in the costume competition, Levi he doesn't know about it but hange does, I was thinking y/n come up on stage and dramatically says 'your savior is here!' And everybody cheered how good the costume was

I do love requests. I don't get any these days, so I am happy that someone is so excited and sends me asks.

Your saviour is here

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, nerds

It's Comic-Con, and you've gone in ahead of your boyfriend, Levi. He had to turn up with Hange, which made him sad, but you gave him a wonderful surprise.

Levi's eyes searched everywhere for you, you said you'd meet him here but you weren't. He sulked a little as he sat next to Hange, she was buzzing with excitement but Levi just wanted you, he always wanted you.

Hange shook him a little. "Come on Levi! Just enjoy!"

He crossed his arms tighter. "I can't enjoy this without her. Nothing is fun if she's not involved."

"I'm sorry I'm not as fun as her."

He looked over at her. "Don't talk like that. The guilt tripping...you know very well you're my friend and I like hanging out, but she is the only person who has truly deeply loved me. I wouldn't be in a place like this if she didn't ask me. The place is crowded and it smells funny and a lot of people are dirty, but I'm here because she asked me to be here and I want to do things she enjoys."

Hange smiled. "I understand. Sorry, I shouldn't have tried to joke and make you feel guilty." She pointed to the stage. "You should watch this though."

Levi's eyes widened when he saw you appear and quote Loki. His heart raced at how confident you seemed pretending to be Loki. He admired you in the outfit and thought you were stunning. He shot to his feet and cheered for you for the competition, he wanted you to win more than anything.

He kept watching the competition and cheered you when he could. It came to the final results and he was pissed off when you got third place and the winner, yet again, was someone dressed up as a five nights at Freddy's character. He was sure they went to every competition with the same outfit. It was fantastic and they did a wonderful job, but he was biased and thought you should have won.

You hurried over to Levi with your prize and smiled. "I got third!"

Levi kissed your cheek. "Well done. I'm proud of you. You look incredible. I think you should have gotten first."

You hummed a laugh. "Thanks, but first place was cool."

"Don't they go to all the comic-cons?"

You pulled a face. "Oh, well..."

Hange hummed a laugh. "They do. They go all over and get all the wins." She showed it on her phone to you both. "If they turn up you won't win."

Levi shook his head. "Unfair."

You smiled softly. "I don't mind. I got to show off my skills and I still won a prize."

Levi yanked you close. "You won first for me and I'll get you a prize."

Your eyes lit up. "Really? What prize?"

He kissed you and nuzzled his nose against yours. "It'll be a nice surprise." He frowned when you held back a laugh. "Your black lipstick is on my lips, isn't it?"

"It looks good on you." You wiped his lips. "There."

"You're going to have to do that a lot 'cause I won't stop kissing you."

You walked with him. "I know."

Hange waved at you as she said your name. "These people want a picture with you, that okay?"

Levi squeezed you tighter. "Mm."

You rubbed his back. "It's just a picture."

He sighed. "Okay, only if you're okay with it."

You nodded. "I've never had this before, so this is a first. It's exciting."

Levi smiled softly, he was a bit possessive of you but you were so happy and excited about people wanting pictures and gushing over your cosplay that he couldn't bring himself to be very possessive. "Go on, I'll take the picture." He took the phone from the person and snapped the shot. "Looks good." He handed it back and nodded when they thanked him. "Miss popular today."

You shifted a little as you got nervous and shy. "It's strange, but fun."

"I'll keep you safe. I won't let anyone touch you where they shouldn't be."

You kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Oh, I got lipstick on your cheek."

He leaned away from you. "Leave it. I want people to see that I'm yours and you're mine."

Your heart raced. "Mm, yes Levi."

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Me doing crimes against my companions

They truly cattered to every freak possible.

Look at these nerds! Reading together! Shared central piece with carpet for easy access to each other's tent... I have to freqently remind Gale we're a thing, because the bloodweave is borderline canon!! And we can't be a trouple because some people don't like sharing, right, Gale??

I learned the instrument feat just to make my little guys dance and they're HARDCORE IGNORING ME!!!

Clown power posing face off.

Also I love that Astarion approves if you force anyone else on stage, but will disapprove TWICE if made to go up

In fucking stitches over the Gortash portraits. You know the mods that turn everyone into a Kpop beauty boy? Gortash would approve of them for himself, 100%

I'm making a Tav comic about seeing Rolan like this. It's coming. It'll be the same energy as the Zevlor one, yes. More murdering though.

Astarion talking back to a Djinni and being transformed into a wheel of cheese for the meagre cost of 500 gold! Best use of my fictional money.

I still question why Gale has abs, but I don't question the fact this outfit has the ring RIGHT OVER THE ORB, I'm sorry babygirl you're keeping the bondage undies...

ALSO if you put him in the celestial whatever, basically the princess Leia outfit Figaro sells you, he shows cheek, and truly, truly Larian catters to the freaks and it's incredible...

Like what is this bit of booty and how come I'm getting it for free aaaah!!!!

Man doesn't have the strength to open a jar of pickles, but he still religiously visits the bench press to have the perfect abs for his Tav. Gods bless.

Also the back of this undie has basically a bitch strap. You can have a bitch strap on Astarion, and then give him an open back shirt and grab him any time you need to yank him out of situations.

Also love how the design is altered to give garters to fem bodies but also make sense for someone with a tail. I bet it'll look hot as all shit on dargonborn Durge.

The face he was making while I was asked this question...

Durgeposting... based on this Hannibal meme

[gintrinsic-writing]

A Fuckless Year

It’s just a kiss, Legend tells himself. Just a kiss. One stupid, little kiss. This is, like, the least frightening thing I’ve ever faced. 

Oh hells, who is he kidding? This is terrifying. 

Ravio leans in ever so slightly. “Pardon? You, uh...” 

“What?” Legend blurts uncomfortably.

“You said good night, and then you…” Ravio clears his throat lightly. “You paused and looked at me. With your eyes.”

Legend almost laughs. Instead, he makes a sound like a dying frog, then waves both hands in denial. “How else am I supposed to look at you, idiot?” he asks, knowing exactly what Ravio meant. 

“Shrill,” Ravio accuses. Legend hopes the chain can’t hear them from the guest bedrooms. “You only ever sound shrill when you’re guilty!”

“I was—” Legend clears his throat and purposely makes his voice deeper. “I was not shrill. I’ve never been shrill in my life.”

Ravio pinches the bridge of his nose. The tips of his ears are endearingly pink. “Link…”

It’s just a kiss! You’re the goddess-damned Hero of Courage! Act like it! 

But instead Legend stands there like a loser, palms unreasonably sweaty, heart racing like it hasn’t since the last time fought that pig Ganon. He inhales slowly and counts to three, prepared to, well, do something, maybe, but Ravio suddenly holds out a hand. 

“Hey,” Ravio murmurs, expression soft and achingly affectionate, “let’s go to bed.”

Legend’s jaw drops before he can help it, and his entire face burns. “B-bed?” He yanks off his hat and runs a hand through his hair. He can’t seem to decide where to stare. “You—But I—We haven’t even—We should at least kiss first!”

Ravio’s face goes through at least four stages of grief, by Legend’s rapid approximation. Ravio slaps his palms together as if about to pray, then presses his fingertips to his lips. His eyes are comically wide. “Link, my hero, my best customer, my regular headache—what?”

“You were the one who said let’s go to bed!” 

Legend slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as he finishes shouting. They both wince in tandem, eyeing the stairs, but there���s no noise from the others. Legend just knows there’ll be embarrassing hell to pay come morning, though. He drops his voice to a whisper: “You said bed. Did you—Oh fuck, you didn’t mean…?”

“No!” Ravio whispers back. “I mean, not that I’m opposed, but.”

Legend’s throat is so fucking dry. “You’re not opposed,” he repeats dumbly. 

“Of course not! But just then, I meant sleep. Which people do in bed. You have a bed. Your own bed.” Ravio’s ears droop as his own dumb words catch up to him. “It was simply an invitation to retire for the night, separately!”

“But,” and Legend can’t seem to move past this point, Din burn him, “but you’re not opposed?”

“Ohhh my Goddess!” Ravio hisses. “What are you, some closeted creep? If you must know, then yes, I’m interested. I have been for a fucking year! Or should I say, a fuckless year, thanks to you and your stupid—your stupid—” He grips the air as if strangling some invisible menace. “You’re inept!”

Legend doesn’t think his self-esteem can get any lower at this point. “It’s not like you’ve been giving clues,” he begins weakly, but clearly that’s the wrong thing to say.

“Haven’t been giving clues? Haven’t been giving clues!” Ravio half-shouts. “The discounts? The lingering smiles? The robe slipping off my bare shoulder?”

Legend remembers that. He’s remembered it many, many times. “...Oh.”

Ravio throws his hands up in despair. “Oh, he says! Oh!”

The silence that follows is painfully, painfully awkward. At least on Legend’s part. “So…”

Ravio’s jaw works in silence for a moment. “Yes?”

Legend thinks dying must surely be less painful than this. “A kiss?”

Ravio holds up a finger threateningly. Legend wishes it wasn’t such a turn-on. “I swear to every Goddess in existence, after all you’ve put me through, if this isn’t the best kiss I’ve ever had, I’ll sell your hide for a single rupee.” 

“Wow,” Legend breathes. “You really know how to make a guy feel confident.”

“And I don’t need your stupid—”

Legend pulls Ravio in by his robe and slots their mouths together, kissing like each taste is a breath, like each spark is a measure of adoring warmth on an otherwise chilly night. He chases Ravio’s mouth and is chased in turn, until suddenly he realizes he's pressed against a wall and gasping from lightheadedness. 

“Rav,” he begins, having no idea what he actually wants to say. 

“Maybe…” Ravio takes a moment to simply breathe. “Maybe more than one rupee. Maybe fifty.”

“Fifty?” Legend repeats incredulously, then laughs. He hopes the others don't wake, but he doesn't really care if they do. “That’s it?”

Ravio licks his lips and presses closer. “Maybe a hundred, I’m not sure.”

“Sucked the math right out of you, huh?” Legend jokes, only belatedly realizing what an opening he has given the greedy salesman. 

Ravio’s grin is downright devilish. “Now there’s an idea.”

Legend prays. 

—

Part 2 (sort of nsfw)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

When I revisit the fight Killer and Ink+Cross comic Rahafwabas made and see how Killer single handedly punched Ink to the ground in a swift move. This made me wonder if Killer holds in most of his strength in battles for it to become more interesting. (like when Killer uses his bone attacks, it doesn't send a strong force into the air basically minimizing his attack) Killer might have targeted Ink intentionally, knowing Inks powerful because of his role of protecting the AU's. Completely ignore Cross's existence altogether, only using a weak attack by throwing bones at Cross upon noticing Cross's eye glow red, anticipating Cross would attack at that moment. Perhaps perceiving Cross as pathetic, likely due to Cross being a relatively new sans at the time, lacking detailed knowledge about him.

It made me think that Killer's more physically stronger with his fists instead of his magic and would target the ones he views as stronger before going for the weaker threats.

Thank you for sending this ask anon I was actually drafting up something similar last night but I’ll just say it here.

I think people underplay killer’s skill and strength far too often. This is guy that single-handedly took all three of the Stars by himself canonically without a single injury or pause, man was bored out of his mind, and all he wanted was for dream to give him a better fight. anything.

and all of that was just a ploy by nightmare. a deliberate choice because he wanted to show dream how easily he could have him killed before he called off his attack dog. killer is literally a killing machine. imagine bro with cross’ Royal guard training.

I honestly imagine that killer is completely capable of doing shit like punching straight through walls and yanking his next victim straight through. I can perfectly see him pulling a Winter Soldier move and doing this shit, pulling bro right out the window and tossing him into traffic before punching straight through the roof and yanking out the steering wheel.

He definitely does that shit and also punches straight through people’s chests and crushes souls and hearts with his bare hands in Stage 4.

I imagine the only reason he restrains himself in Stage 2 is because it’s not that fun. He doesn’t waste his time with those he finds weak or boring—often just resorting to using his Gaster Blaster if he just wants to get it over with or (in the case of Killer vs Swap), he is breaking down and switching into Stage 1.

I’m not surprised at all if he first identifies the strongest opponent—the one who could be a challenge—and targets them first. Not only because it’s logical, but because it’s fun.

Literally fighting to near death is more like a game for Stage 2. It’s fun and it’s exhilarating. I’d imagine he’s been waiting quite awhile for someone who could be an actual challenge to his strength and abilities, and is willing to hold himself back and prolong a fight if that means it’ll be more entertaining.

Of course this comes with the flaw that he tends not to take the fight or his opponents too seriously. Most aren’t any genuine threat to him, especially if he can still Save, Load, and Reset while out in the rest of the Multiverse.

There’s a reason Nightmare only really needs Killer to get shit done. He is literally a killing machine, and his mind is just as sharp and lethal. (Which is why I personally like to hc that Dust and Horror’s additions were more for Killer than for Nightmare, although the big boss certainly has to gain some use out of them.)

His Determination means he’s not going to quit a fight until one of them is dead (and maybe not even then if he can still Reset) or until he’s called off. This is the guy that canonically had an arm cut off once, barely had any visible reaction (buddy is dissociated asf bruh), and claimed to be “absolutely fine” when questioned if he was okay by Nightmare.

I’d imagine one reason why Stage 4 is so dangerous for Killer himself and likely leaves him extremely disoriented and exhausted after is because Stage 4 does not have Stage 2’s logical reasonings or restraint and cannot be called off.

Stage 4 will likely be so Determined to kill anyone and anything nearby that’d it’d completely tear the body to shreds and run it into the ground to complete the task.

Stage 4 is fighting to kill. Stage 2 is fighting for entertainment, and to entertain.

[bikananjarrus]

okay, now that i've slept on it, and rewatched the scene, i wanted to dive into a few of the issues i had with that opening of daredevil born again, in particular the fight.

(but putting this all under a cut because spoilers and also because it got a little long oops)

first things first, the elephant in the room: foggy's death. i am not surprised that they killed him (probably killed. i'll come back to this). i guessed this was coming before the show aired, so i felt a bit prepared for this. it sucks and i'm sad, but i'm also not mad about it, namely because i can't wait to see how this drives the other characters, matt in particular.

that being said, if he is dead-dead, i'm waiting until the end of the season to see how it all plays out. i hope if they decide to leave him dead, there's a good reason for it, and we see this arc play out for matt in a well-executed, meaningful way. and if he is permanently dead, again, not mad at it, so long as it means something by the end. but if they decide to go the route of this being based off the comics where foggy is presumed dead for quite some time, but is actually alive and in witness protection, i won't be mad at that either!

regardless if foggy is permanently dead or temporarily dead, in my opinion, i thought the opening scene did lose a bit of its emotional punch, primarily because of how the action and fight scenes played out. (and while i was hoping for at least a full episode with foggy before they killed him, i understand them wanting to dive into the story and matt's darker headspace right away). so i guess i'll do a little breakdown of my thoughts on the fight:

to start, the choppy bits of cgi we got really yanked me out of the moment. the first choppy bit being when we see matt swinging up on the fire escape, and then up onto the roof and running across the rooftops to get to foggy's apartment where benny is stashed. there's a still shot of matt on the fire escape that is definitely charlie, but when we see the wider shots of matt swinging around and even running on the roofs, it's definitely cgi, and it does not look clean. it almost seems like he's running faster than the environment is moving, so it almost looks like he's running in place. and when he's swinging around with his billy clubs, the movements are jerky.

and then when matt and dex are up on the roof of josie's together, and it's the wider shot again, it also looks like cgi versions of them. the movements don't flow very naturally, and the punches look almost fake.

it's only these wide rooftop shots that the cgi is really apparent, because the close up shots look just fine. and i don't know that much about cgi, but what i'm used to seeing in recent disney productions (primarily marvel & star wars) is you have the actors at the forefront and they're usually on the infinity stage, and the entire environment behind them is cgi. with the wide shots of matt and then matt & dex on the rooftops, it almost looked flipped. so the actors weren't real, but the environment was. (i don't actually know if those were real buildings + real rooftops they did some of those shots on, but there were definitely shots where the characters looked like cgi).

all this to say, the bad cgi really took me out of the scene, which is the last thing you want when you're starting up your episode with something this major.

on top of the cgi, i thought the use of the one-shot fight for the majority of the fight was a poor choice. it seemed like they really wanted to say "look! we have really cool fights, too, just like the previous daredevil show! and look we can even choreograph and direct a cool one-shot fight!" But the fight itself should not have been the focus of this scene. the focus of the scene was (or should have been) foggy's death.

i think by keeping the camera on dex and matt for so long actually broke the tension with foggy dying. aside from the one bit of sound editing we got where matt is hearing karen tell foggy to hold on, the fight and foggy dying out on the street almost feel like separate scenes. there's just something about the fight that felt so distant from everything else: foggy, karen, cherry, all the other civilians in danger. daredevil has done some incredible emotional fights in the past, where it's not just about the fight itself, but the emotions carrying that fight (look at the final fight between fisk and matt at the end of s3). there was a weight present in previous fights that i don't think was present here, at least not until the end. and this should have been one of the most emotional, heavy fights of matt's life.

i think it would've worked better if it had focused on matt realizing this was a trap, on matt realizing that foggy has been hurt badly, and we should have gotten more closeups of him, we should have focused more on his desperation to stop dex so he can get to foggy, and stopping dex from hurting anyone else. the one-shot fight made everything feel much more distant (while, imo, being shot in a weirdly claustrophobic way).

but to circle back to the end of the fight, which i thought was the best part of this whole scene. i think a big part of that was that it benefitted from just having traditional directing and changing shots between foggy and karen on the ground, and matt and dex up on the roof. i thought the use of sound design, and hearing the last beat of foggy's heart was excellent! and charlie cox and deborah ann woll absolutely knocked this scene out of the park!! phenomenal job on both their parts! especially when karen heard the body hit the pavement behind her, and for a moment she thought she'd lost both foggy and matt on the same night. that was excellent. that was so well done.

and i just wish the rest of the scene had kept up the tension and the emotion that was present in that last minute or so. but for me, at least, i thought this was really poor placement of a one-shot fight, and between that and the bad cgi, i was really taken out of the scene a couple times. the actors carried the scene, but it would have been really amazing to see the emotional gut punch of foggy's death if it had just been directed a bit differently.