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standfucker · 9 months

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Bestie, hi yes hello.

Zoro Headcanons with an AFAB reader. Meeting and slowly developing feelings for. I will leave it up to you to decide how deep the feelings go, and honestly some good ol' SFW is fine.

I love you >w< 💋

This turned into a small drabble more than headcanons, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. These things often have a way of turning into their own little story no matter what I do. Dx

Falling in Love with Zoro

CW: mild gender angst, drinking

You don’t catch feelings when he saves your life. You’re a strong enough fighter that you’ve been in risky combat situations plenty of times; this one doesn’t stand out. You give Zoro your share of booze that night in thanks and don’t think about it again.

You don’t catch feelings when he fights Sanji over acting foolish around you. That happens too often to really stand out anyways.

You don’t even catch feelings the time he grabs you instinctively when a huge wave rolls the Sunny nearly 90 degrees, Zoro keeping you from falling into the sea with a burly arm around your hips. (“Does this mean I get your rum again?” he asks afterward.)

You start to really notice him, however, after the latest stop in a tavern for info. You and Robin split up to probe regulars for information, and a patron makes creepy comments toward you. It shouldn’t bother you. You could kill him with your bare hands, easily. And yet something about the situation makes you freeze up. That’s when Zoro, appearing over your shoulder, calmly and coolly asks, “This guy botherin’ you?” in that deep voice of his. It’s all he says, but the razor sharp, cutting glare he levels on the guy makes him immediately scramble away.

“Thanks,” you say, and keep it at that, even though you’re furious with yourself. How did you let that happen? And how did Zoro know you were struggling? He’s seen you fight. He knows what you’re capable of. You don’t think he sees you as weak–that’s not it. Somehow, he knew you needed help.

You look at Zoro differently after that. You always saw him as kind of a dumb jock, but maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. Now that you’re watching him more, you notice that he’s far more attentive than you first thought, picking up on little details that could otherwise easily be missed.

Zoro, on his end, notices that you’ve been watching him, ever since that night. He knows something is bothering you, but figures you’ll tell him about it if you need to. He wouldn’t want to offend you by asking. Not that he ever cares about offending people, but…he doesn’t want to offend you. He’s not sure why, but also doesn’t worry about it too much.

So you two go on like that, perusing each other from a distance. Both of you watching and waiting, but for what, you’re not sure. The tavern incident keeps eating at you in the back of your mind. Maybe it was from embarrassment, to be reduced to nothing but your gender in front of a crewmate. Maybe it was good old-fashioned shame. Regardless, you keep a wary eye on the swordsman.

You notice more things. How hard he pushes himself when training. The curves and edges of his muscular body, flexing and shifting beneath scarred skin. How disciplined his work ethic is. How brotherly he is toward Chopper, something that seems to burrow its way into your chest when you witness it–you adore kids, and never realized Zoro could be so…

So soft.

It bothers you. It excites you. It makes your heart pound and your skin warm and it’s distracting. You never cared about these things before. You’re a powerful fighter, not a blushing maiden. What the hell has gotten into you? Maybe that’s why that night at the tavern keeps replaying.

One night, you meet him at the bow of the ship, moonlight sparkling off the edges of the sea waves. He’s nursing an almost-empty mug, but you’ve brought something finer; a bottle of sake and two cups.

“You want to talk,” Zoro says, surprising you again.

“If you don’t mind,” you say.

“Nah.” He tilts his chin at the sake. “How did you get that, anyway? Curly-brow told me he was saving it.”

“By having a pair of tits,” you say dryly, your annoyance with the situation obvious. All you had to do was ask Sanji nicely, and he immediately let you have it.

“Tch.” Zoro clicks his tongue. “He’s disgusting.”

“He means well,” you sigh, opening the sake bottle and handing Zoro one of the cups. Zoro politely holds it out to you with two hands, and you fill it. “I just…I would rather have his respect than his adoration.”

Zoro takes the sake bottle, and you hold your cup out for him to fill. “You’re reading him wrong. He respects you, that much I know. He just also acts like a moron.”

“It doesn’t feel respectful.”

“I’d imagine it wouldn’t.”

You raise your cups to each other in cheers, then drain them. The cool liquor burns pleasantly as it runs down your throat. He lets out a satisfied “Ah,” and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asks as he refills both your cups. Despite the question, you get the feeling that he already knows, so you don’t beat around the bush.

“How did you know I needed help?” you finally ask. “That one night, at the Blueberry Hill Tavern.” Zoro raises his cup to you, and you mirror him, then you both down your drinks.

“Easy enough,” he says after swallowing. “You’re normally very animated. I didn’t hear what that guy said, but I’ve never seen you go rigid like that before. Wasn’t hard to figure out.”

You don’t respond right away, avoiding his eye. “...Do you think I’m weak?”

“Huh? No. Wait, is that what this has all been about?” Zoro chuckles. “That’s what’s been bothering you?”

“Not necessarily. I mean, I didn’t think you thought so.”

“Then why ask?”

You refill both your cups. “...I don’t know. I just wanted to be sure. Mostly, I’m…disappointed in myself, I suppose.”

“Don’t be.” He says easily, like it’s no big deal. You stare at him. “I mean, you hesitated, yeah. But it wasn’t on the field of battle, where it really counts. So no harm done.”

You blink. He shrugs. You look down at your sake cup, and down it quickly. The liquor is starting to take effect, relaxing and warming you.

Zoro gulps his down too. “If I wounded your pride somehow, then I apologize.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, I’m glad you were there. I appreciate what you did. I just need to get over myself.”

“Eh. I think it’s good to have pride. You’re strong, you��ve earned the right.” He refills your cups. “What’s actually tragic is that you’re letting that creep occupy your thoughts. He doesn’t deserve that much, so let it go.”

Again and again, Zoro finds ways to surprise you. You swirl the liquid in your cup, watching it slosh around. He’s right, of course.

“Yeah,” you say, and smile slowly. “Yeah. I’m better than that.”

“Damn right,” Zoro says, and raises his cup to you. “This one’s to us, okay? To warriors.”

“To warriors!” you toast him, then slam back your drink. You grin when you’re done, and Zoro smirks back, pleased that you’re feeling better. Something about his toothy grin makes your head spin, and you’re not sure it’s just the alcohol.

“Thanks for the booze.” Zoro claps a hand on your shoulder, and your cheeks get warm. “I’m glad you talked to me.”

By the time you make it to the bottom of the bottle, you’ve talked into the night, laughing and looking out over the sea, and by then, you’re absolutely certain of one thing.

You’ve caught feelings for Zoro.

#zoro x reader #finished requests #zen writes #x reader

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lovelaurs · 4 months

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lixxen · 1 year

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Danny Phantom Headcanons/World Building (Masterpost)

So I rewatched Danny Phantom within the last week (of the time of creating this) and forgot how much I love it. I'm falling back down the rabbit hole and have started to collect my own HC/world building. This is just a collection of me putting ideas together that my brain was rattling off while watching and a few wiki deep dives. This will probably change as I get more into things and read more fanon. But like. This isn't canon stuff at all and is meant more as a base of operations for any fics I'm gonna write for AO3/drabbles for Tumblr.

Content warnings: mentioned of childhood trauma, minor graphic descriptions, talk about death

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I was into DP as a kid but was never into the fanbase and online spaces. So some of this is from me as a kid/teenager interpreting the show on my own. And sorry if it contradicts canon or is similar to what other people have said before. Genuinely most of this is from me as a kid or just me rewatching the show. I've noticed some of the things I already was thinking about in fics or in a few posts I've seen floating around.

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Danny specific

Danny did die in The Accident, but was practically zapped back to life at the same time due to the Ghost Zone choosing him. It rewrote his DNA, so he was still a functioning human but with Ghost DNA. Unlike Vlad, whose DNA was just rewritten since he was hit with a pure blast of eco-energy. So think of it as like dying in the hospital but automatically being resuscitated but the resuscitation alters your DNA.

Danny doesn't need to sleep or eat a lot of human food often if he doesn't exhaust his human form. Human functions only apply to his human half, so if he stays in his Ghost half then he will not get tired or hungry in that form. But when he transforms back, he will feel it and need to eat or sleep off what he's done as a human.

He needs to consume/absorb ectoplasm just as much as he needs to eat food. It is more of a balance in his system between Ghost and human. So he will eat ectoplasm (normally while in ghost form but he will do it in his human form since it doesn't matter which form, unlike human food).

Danny's Haunt is Amity Park (see Ghost Haunts)

He is the Ghost Zone's core, as he was chosen by the Ghost Zone (see Ghost Cores).

His own core is an ice core.

Jazz and Danny are very close from a young age since their parents are more or less absent. She raises Danny practically, and once he gets into high school and The Accident happens he drifts because of the secret. This is why Jazz throws herself into psychology.

Danny gained Jazz's music taste over the years from exposure, so he likes different genres and doesn't really have a favorite. Jazz recently has an emo phase before The Accident, so he currently enjoys rock, alt rock, and general alt music ATM. He likes pop because that's the genre his peers are into (like Ember). He's never really had a big opinion about music, so he just listens to what is around him

Out of some of the alt rock bands, he listens to what's popular. Jazz showed him Fall Out Boy and Set It Off first to ease him into it, and he likes them.

Danny's ghostly tied item is a small rocket ship toy his parents bought him (see Ghostly tied items. Also called Ghost objects)

Danny is a trans man, but in Reality Trip he may have changed this. I might expand on this, but as a trans person I automatically saw the opportunity and after that we see him without a shirt so I made jokes about how he changed himself to be cis.

I also see him as bisexual, female preference. But he doesn't really think it's important to label his sexuality and has only really had three crushes and he's 14 when he realizes it because he gets a crush on a random guy for two seconds then moves on. He's 14 he doesn't need to have it figured out, y'know? I didn't when I was his age so it doesn't actually matter to him. He just knows he's fruity

Danny has nightmares. Bad nightmares. Nightmares of being dissected by his parents, Amity Park mobbing him for a witch hunt, his friends dying, of Dan (TUE evil Danny will be referred to as Dan) coming back. Stuff like that.

Danny is touch starved from an absent parent childhood. Don't get him wrong, they were there and showed him love and they're so proud of him. But they weren't... there. Y'know? They would give him hugs here and there but he doesn't have positive physical contact memories. So whenever his friends hug him he loves it. When they hold hands he loves it.

Danny and Tucker are close. In the way that when they were younger they'd take naps next to each other. They're platonic and people thought they were dating in middle school before Sam joined them. Sam wasn't always goth and was more opened up in middle school. But 8th grade hit and she saw Jazz go into her emo phase and she found goth and that scene understood how she felt inside (insert Sam's trauma from being in a picture perfect family and the pressure coupled up with her parents controlling her every move. And she just doesn't like pink and light colored stuff y'know). Sam also enjoys the contact, but only from her friends and mom. She loves her mom. I got off topic, but she would never actually use the photo against them. Besides, she partook in the sleep pile and still does. They just never talk about it.

He's called Daniel (aka full named) by Vlad and Lancer because it's them genuinely respecting his identity. Lancer did it to reinforce the name. The town is actually very pro-trans and accepted Danny with ease. But some people still messed up, y'know. So Lancer does his best (he cares deeply about his students)

Talking about Lancer; he noticed Danny's changes in behavior. After Danny spent a few days in the hospital for The Accident, Danny changed. He is constantly worried for Danny.

Dash and the popular kids also noticed and let up for a bit and did feel bad for him. On days he's visibly not feeling good, they don't bully him. They're not heartless. Just bullies.

The class knows he was in an ecto based accident, so they think that's why he's a bit weird and the ghosts are attracted to him. Even if others don't believe it, they just go along with it for the sake of Danny

Danny is also the Ghost King. After defeating Pariah Dark, the recrowning process starts and months later he ends up being King. Clockwork hints that this was planned from before he was born since he knows how time will go. Clockwork had made sure he got to this point.

Danny begrudgingly became king and is actually quite happy with it. The ghosts treat him slightly better and they've come to a mutual understanding with Danny.

Danny really likes space and he has a collection of space books and rocket ship models. He's been to Cape Canaveral multiple times with his family and he used to spend nights on his roof with Jazz looking at constellations. That's why when they went to camp that Sam made them watch the stars. She knew that he wanted to be an astronaut and admired the stars

Danny's ghostly obsession is protection (see Ghostly obsessions). Since he is half ghost, he isn't always having to obey his ghostly obsession. But he doesn't have a say in it. Some days he is strongly attached to it, when something triggers it or it's just one of those days. Then sometimes he has almost no connection to it. It's why sometimes he would rather not deal with everything and wants to give up his powers (or doesn't care) then turns around and is over protective. But in the end, it's protection because his subconscious recognizes he should have been protected from the accident and that no one looked after him to stop it.

Danny also never gets sick. If something's up, it's ghost related.

Being Ghost King means that he is one of the most powerful ghosts. He just is too young and inexperienced to understand and be able to use his power. We already know Dan was the most powerful, so its possible.

Have I mentioned that he is begrudgingly King, so whenever he is interrupted in his daily life for King duties, he is openly annoyed.

The ghosts fetching him will overshadow his classmates to talk to him, or Sam and Tucker, since he made it clear his human life cannot cross paths. They respect their king so after the first time of him enforcing it they just stuck to overshadowing.

Danny is 100% repelled by blood blossoms as a ghost and is only allergic as human. He will sneeze if he smells them, get rashes and hives if he touches them. If he ingests small amounts he will just get sick and poisoned, throat will swell slightly and tongue goes numb. He may have bad stomach problems. But if he eats a lot it can possibly send him into anaphylactic shock. (I have more on blood blossoms later)

Danny does have gnarly scarring on his chest and back from the Accident. It disappears into his skin as a ghost, since ghosts seem to not show injuries or death related scars on them. But as a human they're raised; some parts pink and some white. They spiderweb across his chest and back, blossoming out of his right (our left) side. He has some on the back of his neck and there's a few underneath his hair (which is thick enough to cover). There's a few scarring on his arms and hands, but they're small enough to not be noticed.

His eyes used to be fully blue, like an icey lighter blue with dark blue edges, but around the edges are little spikes of green that you can't see unless you're close and looking into them. Dash noticed it one day when he pushed Danny against a wall and commented on it. Danny called him a weirdo for looking into his eyes enough to notice.

He will get phantom pains randomly in his chest. They're from his organs being damaged from the Accident and his core sits near where his heart is when he's a ghost, so if his core is hurt then his heart aches. Vice versa.

Danny's death was horrible and every once in a while he gets flashes of it. His ghost and human half will try to fully take over and he will have the feeling shoot through him and he kinda jolts. His eyes will change slightly, just a moment of flickering.

Danny always has a pull or need to go into the Ghost Zone. It's like his DNA is calling to go home and absorb the natural energy. It is also because he is the core of the Ghost Zone (will be explained later)

I feel like Danny would have trust issues and PTSD. He'd hate sudden loud noises and sudden blinding light. It will shake him to the core because of the accident. He doesn't like thunder and lightning (the type that lights up the room and is really close and blinding. Not the distant little line in the sky ones)

I feel like he would also not have a good sense of self identity. He would feel alienated from humans AND ghosts because of how Ghosts don't treat him like normal, and how humans just aren't the same anymore and the ones who know treat him differently. Even if the ones who don't know, he just can't fully relate anymore. He also can't be close to the only two (technically) who can relate since Dani isn't around and he doesn't trust Vlad. Makes him uneasy and feel like shit constantly. (Also the fact that he doesn't feel like a guy fully and can't relate to girls anymore but has the lingering connection. Y'know, trans stuff).

Human world

A lot of this is set Post-S2 and Pre-Phanton Planet and most of S3, so Vlad is mayor but no one besides Sam, Tucker, and Jazz know for (canon) humans. Thought I'd give a timeline.

The town LOVES Phantom. After a year or two of him openly saving people, they treat him differently. The Fentons still don't like him but barely tolerate him. They'll try to capture him still and want to dissect him.

The town as a whole think the Fentons are crackjobs that shouldn't have the funding they do, but if they're managing ghost levels with Phantom then they're okay to stay. They also acknowledge that as destructive as the two parents are, they do actually help and know what they're doing

There's different types of ghost hunters in the world; theology based and science based. It depends what region you're from and your roots.

There are people like the Fentons, Men in White, and the various others we see who are science based and somewhat understand very basic ghost biology and rules because they studied it and went to school for it (or have scientist families).

Then there's theology based hunters (who would best be compared to the Winchesters in SPN) who come from lines of old school hunters. The theology hunters are just as valid because their system works (salt and iron work, holy water depends on the type). But the scientific world laughs at them because they're seen as archaic and outdated.

Blood blossoms were bred centuries ago by the original theology hunters. The legend states that a hunter received seeds from their god and was told to burry it in salt and iron inside of a graveyard. The flowers grew into blood red flowers and kept ghosts away. They were bred with a few other flowers to have them in different regions. There are no cases of allergies or being harmful to humans, even for ones that were centuries ago crossbred with flowers that are known to not be good for consumption. They seem to always be edible to humans and are grown in churches and graveyards specifically. They taste like rose and sweet, according to people who have access to them.

The town didn't believe in ghosts at first, but did halfway through S1.

Wes exists in this. I know enough about Wes to say that he just happens to be a ginger look alike to Danny and they were friends in middle school. His parents told him to stop being friends with Danny, especially post-accident. He is one of the first to realize Danny is Phantom and isn't fixed in Reality Trip since Danny thinks it's HILARIOUS. And nobody believes Wes.

Word travels quickly in this small town, like normal. So there's a giant gossip mill; being anywhere near the popular kids will give you a chance to hear just about anything and you can get about anything in there if you talk loud about. Tucker and Sam use this to their advantage sometimes. So do other students. It's great

The town loves Vlad, but think he's weird as hell. They can tell he beefs with Danny but doesn't know why.

Talking bout Vlad, his ghostly obsession is being loved. That's why he is so obsessed with Maddie Fenton. When he found out Danny was half ghost like him, he was added to the need for love. He wants Danny to love him like a father just as much as Maddie to love him as a husband. But as Maddie rejects him, he starts to shift his focus more on Danny becoming his son. He acknowledges that Danny will never want to be his kid, so that's why he creates the clones. He's a really lonely dude and his obsession is what basically corrupted him and turned him evil, from being unchecked and never balanced. If he was regulated like Danny, he would be just like Danny and less effected by it.

For the clones, Dani was actually the perfect clone because she was the only female clone. Vlad just didn't like that and so he wanted to have a perfect male one to be respectful to Danny. But he realized it later on and that's why he wanted Dani to come back and stabilize her after he lost the Perfect Clone.

The other clones weren't perfect, which led to them being barely sentient. They were ghost alive. But... they were practically hive minded.

Anyways, Dani is just out in the world stabilized now. She came back and got Dani to use his cool King powers to fix her. She still met Valerie and D-Stabalized events kinda happened but not at that time and exact. So Valerie knows about Dani and likes her. Y'know? You do.

Valerie figures out Vlad isn't a great dude, but she's gonna use his resources and just go along with his shit and kinda comes to an agreement with Vlad. Vlad does slightly care about her through proxy because of Danny.

Vlad doesn't personally care about people in Danny's life, but goddamn is he gonna by proxy care because he wants Danny to be happy. Vlad also does care about Jazz. Just not as much sadly.

Jazz is liked by the popular kids by the way. She's a bit weird, she's a Fenton. But they think she's very pretty and Jazz helps them pass classes. So who cares if she's related to the loser kid? She's older and cool in their eyes.

Jazz knows this. She's very smart. But she takes any friendship she can get.

I think I genuinely need to talk about Jack and Maddie for a second. They're not bad parents... they're just... they're not good parents. They genuinely love their kids. Jazz and Danny are the highlights of their life and they'd do anything to protect them. They just get carried away and are just too focused on their work so they became very absent and just not good parents. They never meant to be like this and they just never realized how badly it has gone. They don't realize the implications of growing up around aggressive environments are. They're not aggressive to the children, but seeing parents be aggressive in that degree to the point of making weapons will do something to kids. Even if the kids are just annoyed at this point. Jazz recognizes this and that's why she spent so much time trying to support Danny in the way she never got.

Also, the world does view Amity Park as one of the most haunted places. But they think it's more gimmick like. And since they don't have any hotels or Airbnb, no one really visits. The town made sure to not let hotels build in their town for this reason. The only thing you'll get is an Inn fifteen miles outside town limits. People do visit for ghosts. But it's not like people do for Salem or Point Pleasant.

His class over time realizes Danny is actually important to the ghosts because of small occurrences. But they don't know who he is. Eventually, they will find out one by one and be relatively chill about it in front of Danny. Only in front of Danny. Behind his back they're like oh my god he's phantom, king of ghosts. Guys what the fuc-

Ghost Zone/Ghosts

To start it off, there are different levels of ghosts. There's a hierarchy based off of power and respect. The more powerful you are, the higher you are and respected. There can be higher ghosts who aren't powerful due to respect.

There's the regular ones that we see, the Ancient ones that are canon, then there's the ghoul looking ones that are just generic and their obsession/items are fairly simple so they aren't too out there and can be controlled by others, then blob ones that are barely sentient. The blobs are usually animal souls that don't end up like Wulf or the other animal ones we've had episodes around.

Ghosts are created by extreme emotion and are fueled by human emotion and ectoplasm. Either they died with a ton of emotion or someone had too much emotion surrounding their death (that's why blobs tend to be pets that died. Or ghoul like ones had enough people shocked and upset over their death).

Their bodies run off of ectoplasm and ecto energy, which holds them together and fuels them. It allows them to conjure themselves and exist because the Ghost Zone gives it to them.

They are drawn to people who have been exposed to major ecto energy (which would be why they're drawn to Amity Park. So much exposure everywhere. So much) or heavy emotions. Which is why a lot of them feed off of them too

Ghost Cores are the metaphorical hearts and souls of ghosts. It hold their emotion and energy together. It fuels them and keeps them pulled together. If you get rid of the core/destroy it, the Ghost is completely gone. It cannot move on. It cannot reform. It's deader than dead. If you harm the core simply, they can barely keep form. They kinda become goopy and become extremely tangible. It causes their being to not keep.

There are different types of cores, as such in canon. You can have mixed cores or normal cores. Depends on your powers and your color is based off of your alignment and core.

Ghostly obsessions is what raw emotion effected the ghost. They could have had this obsession all their life, like Box Ghost loving boxes, or having to surround their death, like Danny's being protection. They are compelled by their obsession. They must follow it and are obsessed. They can be normal sometimes, but it's only when their obsession is not being challenged. That is your very being because it fuels your core with that very emotion and can give you powers.

Your ghostly tied item/ghost item is what you are tied to in the real world and you are tethered to. If it is destroyed, you are forced to move on. It isn't like the core, as that is the heart/soul. This is more like a leash that allows them to be connected to the human world and not just the Ghost Zone. Some ghosts don't know what it is or where it is. But Johnny 13 has his bike, Pandora's is her box. Danny's is a rocket replica because his parents gave it to him and he protects it. But some of them simply don't know where it is and don't care. Some have things that were buried with them or clothing they loved. They're still around because someone just hasn't destroyed or found it yet.

A blob's ghost item could be a collar or favorite toy if it was a pet. Things that are kept as memories.

A ghost haunt applies to a ghost that mainly resides in the human world, like Danny. They own that area and it is theirs. They usually do not have a lair in the Ghost Zone because they're the same thing, but on the human plane. But ghosts tend to get aggressive towards other ghosts who enter their haunt, so that's why Danny is a bit aggressive. Especially as he gets older and more in tune with being half ghost.

A ghost lair is simply just the ghost's claimed area in the Ghost Zone. Most have them and blobs and more ghoul looking ones will freely roam since they aren't powerful or "important"/high enough. They will tho, if they have a master to serve, stay with them. Laira are usually guarded and keep territorial ties to their owner, but not as strong as a haunt.

Ghosts with haunts will routinely go back into the Ghost Zone. This is for health, survival instincts, or for other reasons. Portals tend to appear more often in haunts because of this.

Ghosts need ectoplasm to survive. Simple. That's why they go in and out of the Ghost Zone a lot of they're in the human realm

The ecto weapons use ectoplasm and reverse engineers it to harm them. Reverse polarity and all. And the reason why salt/iron/holy water works on them is because it purifies and can control the energy. Plus, since they're based off of emotion, if enough people will it to work it will.

Blood blossoms effect them so well because of this. The salt and iron in the breeding mixed with the pure belief. And at some point someone started to soak the seeds in the reversed ectoplasm. But humans don't know that. They're just hardcore believers.

The Ghost zone is partially sentient. That's how it opens up portals and controls ectoplasmic levels. It is a realm made of ecto energy and ectoplasm in the end, so it makes sense. It was crated because human souls needed a limbo between reincarnation (hell/heaven doesn't actually exist in my version. Just a limbo and a few other realms that will be mentioned later). The Ghost Zone needs a core to keep it all together, and it tends to choose a ghost to be it's core. But it chooses very carefully and can move the core to a new ghost if it senses danger. Self preservation.

The Zone chose Danny because it knew it could trust Danny. Which is why Danny is destined to be inherently the most powerful. And the Ghost Zone can loosely be understood by the ancient ones, like Clockwork and Observers. And now Danny.

Every Ghost can speak Ghost Speak. It is an old language that Latin is based off of loosely. Humans cannot understand it. Some have loosely learned it and have trained to understand it. But it's very difficult since they don't have the right vocal chords. Or... have them. Ghosts don't actually have them.

Ghosts can switch freely between whatever human language they speak and then ghost. While speaking to other ghosts, especially in the Ghost zone, they speak in ghost speak. That's how they all understand each other and not have to learn a new human language. It's quite literally in their brain hardwired. It's the ectoplasm and ghost zone doing it. Plus the Ghost zone likes to slightly give mind them so it needs them to know it.

Death day is when they died. It's normally not that pleasant of a day because they can feel how they died throughout the day. Some relive it as a death echo if they're on the human plane, then some just have flashbacks. Some just relive the pain. Normally they like to be alone. But some will be with others. They are literally reliving their deaths because their energy is all jazzed and upset. It's a horrible reminder.

Death days are treated like sad birthdays. So it'll be a truce for that specific ghost and normally the others will give them things to make them feel better. Like... small gifts or words of encouragement. Or if they know their obsession, something to do with it.

Death echoes are not fun. There are a few ghosts who are always trapped in them and have to be released, those are normally weaker ghosts who don't have enough energy to move to the zone so they're trapped. But the stronger ones will leave an echo of energy at their death; which means that if they're on the human plane when death day comes they will reunite with the echo and be stuck in it until the time of death. They will not be themselves, but the fragment of the bit leading up to their death. A literal ghost of themselves being forced in a loop of their death. Think about yelling down a large tunnel and it echoes forever, except when you go back a year later you're forced to keep doing it until the original one is due at the same time.

The final echo will actually physically effect them as they're let go of the echo (for that year). The effects will disappear. (So for example, Danny for the whole day if he's in Amity Park will be stuck as a translucent almost non sentient, not knowing what's going on around him, replay of the Accident. Whoever is there will watch it happen again and again, but only him and not the others, until it comes time for his death and he comes out looking burn and electrocuted. Then it'll disappear and he'll be normal. No memory of the day besides the pain of the last one)

The Ghost zone can't really stop the echo unless they're inside the ghost zone. It contains them and protects them, so that's why they will leave their haunts or just go back for the day.

There is actual royalty, which is the Ghost King and and his court. The king can marry and have a queen. There can be ghost queen as rulers if a girl wings the crown. It just so happens the last two/three have been guys. Whoever rule's full title is king/queen ruler then their partner is king/queen consort. There can be two kings or two queens this way, and it's even gender wise. Yippee. Princes/princesses are children and do not actually hold any right to the thrown unless their ruler turns it over or they overthrow. It's a formality and political status out of respect. It barely happens.

The Ghost King is earned by right of conquest. So Danny challenging Pariah Dark and winning meant that he stripped Pariah of his crown and title. Everyone involved could lay claim if Danny does not take the crown and challenge Danny. And if someone does challenge Danny, then the ghosts will be able to access whether or not they actually do have the right or should be allowed.

Vlad actually challenged the right, but most of the ghosts knew Vlad was a bad option and vetoed him before Danny even knew what was going on. Vlad knew exactly what was happening and that's why he wanted to awaken him. He just... didn't plan out the events that unfolded.

But how normally the crowning works is that the crown would return to the Ghost Zone, and the Zone would present it to one of the Ancients. Whoever defeated the previous king will automatically receive title of Prince (which Danny didn't know but the others knew). The Ancient will then send out lesser ghosts or allies of the newly titled Prince to announce their new right. They will be brought to a coronation ceremony where they will accept or decline.

If they accept, they will be bound to the title and they will gain new powers literally and metaphorically. They will gain the King's Keep as a new lair. And they will be diplomatically/politically responsible for the new era

The King's court is mostly appointed with the exception of the higher ranking ghosts. They have a right to be on there.

The Ghost King is what people precieve as Satan/Lucifer/the Devil actually. But in the sake of continuity, they're just summoning the Ghost King by that name. Y'know. Only the religious folk call him by religious titles. Same dude.

This ties into the fact that the Ghost King and other ghosts can be summoned. Anything having to do with king/Satan/devil summonings the Ghost Zone will literally route to the Ghost King. Most "powerful ghost/demon" ones will more than likely be a powerful ghost, but the ghost zone will put the king in there also. If someone isn't specific in the summoning, they'll get someone with a related obsession to their goal or just a lower level generic ghost (probably a ghoul like one).

Which means Danny will be summoned from time to time. He can easily get back since it's a portal that can't be seen besides the summoned. Silly stuff tbh. People don't do it too much, but it's often enough to make him have a system for it.

Half Ghosts only have two natural cases and one unnatural. Dani isn't considered a true half ghost by the ghosts since she is a clone. They don't see her as anything other than a clone of Danny who is now her own person. They treat Danny and Vlad the same.

The term Halfa is the term for being half ghost, and most ghosts don't necessarily mean it in a mean way since it's just their slang term for half ghost. But some do use it in a mean way (the ones who don't like humans and hate the idea that two powerful ghosts are half human. Some ghosts are just dicks and use the term blob in the same way)

Since Danny doesn't talk about half ghosts to other ghosts a lot, he doesn't use the term. Sam and Tucker were confused when he first said it and looked a bit concerned. He explained what it means and they just nodded slowly. His friends personally don't like it, but just don't use it unless talking to ghosts.

A lot of the more powerful ghosts don't like it when the humans call them anything besides ghost or ectos, especially when they're called ghoulies. When they're called ghoulies they see it as being deemed the same as lower powered and they get offended.

Don't ask a ghost how they died. You don't need to ask exactly what their obsession is; if you can figure it out you can be like "oh this is it." But asking directly is a bit weird and rude. And don't ask them directly what their ghostly tied item is. Usually it's personal. C'mon guys. You wouldn't ask someone their deepest personal trauma. Why would you do that to them??

Also, it should be obvious that not all ghosts are evil. But a lot of them are just mean spirited or the emotions that made them aren't nice so they just... yeah. They can be good and nice people obviously. They just don't tend to be all the time

Also, Christmas truce came from three kings ago. Pariah Dark's full reign when he wasn't locked up caused a pause, but when he was locked up it continued.

Other

There's other realms, like the dream realm and the area outside of time that Clockwork lives in.

The Observers also live in the area outside of time, but do follow the main continuity of time. They do not care about the other continuities or timelines. The timelines exist but aren't the main one, so they don't really matter. Just branches that fizzle out after a bit. The Observers' job, along with Clockwork, is to protect the main one. Think kinda like TVA except like... you obey a realm and not some man playing god. And they don't just cut off the timelines. They just redirect the main one and let the others naturally fizzle out

There are Ghosts of __, like how we have the ghost of time and dreams. They're powerful and are important for the Infinite Realms to exist. Clockwork knows where to find them if needed, as he is one. Nocturn is kinda just an asshole and Clockwork keeps him in check. He knew Nocturn wouldn't win so he let the guy have his fun and then kinda reprimanded him on the side

Dan also exists outside of time now. Clockwork lets him outside the thermos sometimes and has put a blocker on his powers so he can't use them. Dan says it's inhumane and Clockwork hits him with a "maybe don't kill a ton of people and ruin the timeline. Ever thought of that?" (Obviously not exact words). It works. Dan is just glad to be out of that thermos.

Dan also really wants to meet Dani. Clockwork shows her story to him, and even though Dan doesn't have his human side he is interested in her and want to know more.

I just really want Dan to eventually get some humanity back and Clockwork is a manipulative ass, so he would use Dani as a tactic.

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Pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Sejanus Plinth

Tags: possibly ooc - takes place two years before canon - coryo is weirdly nice - idk guys this is so lovesick and fluffy I'm not used to it

Summary: Having a crush on the handsome boy you share classes with has got to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to someone. Like, seriously: how do you hide it without failing? Or, Sejanus Plinth is caught staring at Coriolanus Snow during class.

Notes: inspired by the headcanon @incorrect-pipravi sent, which you can find here. Was supposed to be a small drabble and instead ended up 2k words (which is shorter than what I usually write anyway.)

Also damn I haven't posted my writing on tumblr since FOREVER it's been ages fr. So this is your reminder that other than bitching about coryo and sej I also write

you can read it on ao3 here

Sejanus kept staring at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair. He wasn’t one to usually care about his looks, as long as he looked decent enough to go out in public. But lately he felt like had to be at his best, even going as far as thinking of wearing his favorite sweatshirt (the blue one Coriolanus gave him for his fourteen birthday, he had been the only one to show up at the party he had organized), but the weather was definitely too hot for that one. Besides, the uniform was mandatory at the Academy.

“Sejanus, why are you still here? You have to hurry if you don’t want to be late!” His mother entered the room, looking at him with worry. Sejanus turned with an apologetic look.

“Don’t worry ma’. I’ll be fine.” He said. Mrs. Plinth nodded and walked over to him, patting him on his back.

“You look perfect, darling. I’m sure this secret girl you seem to like so much will adore you!”

“Ma’!” Sejanus heavily blushed, gently pushing his mother away in embarrassment. The old woman chuckled, smiling at her son.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of it. Everyone has their first crush at some point.” She said, trying to reassure her son. Sejanus wanted to laugh. Of course his mother didn’t know. There was no way she could have found out on her own, and he never said anything. She was convinced Sejanus was in love with a girl from the Academy, and he surely wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to her that said girl was actually Coriolanus Snow.

He wasn’t sure his ma’ would have minded actually. She thought Coriolanus was a good boy, and even his father appreciated him. Yet Sejanus had never told them the truth, and he wasn’t going to. Whether out of shame, or fear, it didn’t matter.

Sejanus shook his head, ignoring his mother’s comment. “I better get going now or, as you said, I’m going to be late. See you later ma’.” He said, waving at her as he walked out of the apartment.

After the short drive to the Academy he ran up the stairs rushing to get to class, even if there was no need to. They had assigned seats, he knew he'd end up sitting next to Coriolanus either way. But he also wanted to chat before class started, and Coryo always seemed to arrive awfully early, for some unknown reason.

When he finally got in the room he smiled upon noticing the curly haired boy with his head down in the textbook, probably revising for the lecture of the day. Coriolanus was a perfectionist like that, always studying, making sure everything he did was excellent, especially when it came to the Academy and his studies. Sejanus was pretty sure he had never failed one single class.

Clemensia Dovecote hadn't either, but she didn't put in half the effort Coriolanus did. Coriolanus Snow always worked much more than what was required, sometimes Sejanus wondered if it was because he wanted to be better than everyone else. Or maybe he just craved academic validation.

Either way, Sejanus thought it was extremely attractive. When he was always so carefully focused in class, and Sejanus so carefully focused on him. The way he'd bite his lip when he tried to get a particularly difficult subject, his small frown when he didn't understand something. A barely perceptible one, that he tried to hide to not show that he was confused but that Sejanus could see anyway. If he paid as much attention to the lesson as he did to Coriolanus he'd probably ace every class he took.

But Coriolanus was much more interesting than whatever Mrs. Click could ever blather about, right?

“Morning Coryo.” He greeted him, sitting next to him.

“Morning.” Coriolanus replied, without looking up from his book.

Sejanus bit his lip, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. “What are you reading?”

“History of Panem.”

“You don't need to revise, I'm sure you'll do great as always.” Sejanus told him, smiling, thinking he'd complimented him. But Coriolanus sighed.

“That doesn't mean I'll stop studying for the exam.” He replied coldly, probably annoyed Sejanus interrupted him. So he nodded and left him to read, at least until Professor Demigloss arrived and started his lesson.

Sejanus tried to pay attention, he really did, but his eyes were drawn in as if by magnets to Coriolanus’ beautiful blonde curls that so gracefully fell on his face. Sejanus observed as he moved them away, his blue eyes focused on the board in front of him. He also noticed as Coriolanus started chewing on his pen while listening to Demigloss’ - rather boring - explanation.

Sejanus found himself wondering what it would have been like to kiss him, to have those lips on his. Would he have bit down on Sejanus’ lips the same way he was biting down the pen? Would he have been rough, or sweet and soft?

He always assumed Coriolanus was a rough lover, but he couldn't know for sure, maybe he would-

“Mr. Plinth, I believe the board is here and not where Mr. Snow is sitting.”

The professor's voice made him snap out of his lovefool trance, and Sejanus’ head immediately turned to face Professor Demigloss, who looked rather annoyed. He felt his cheeks grow warm, and he knew he was probably the same color as his Ma’ tomatoes when they were mature. He muttered an apology and looked down at his notes-less book, too embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes.

He could hear his classmates snicker, and he knew they wouldn't easily make him forget this. But, gosh, the worst were Coriolanus’ eyes on him.

Sejanus could basically feel his gaze, burning like his stare alone was setting him on fire, and he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave the room.

The rest of the class went on painfully slowly, Sejanus could have sworn it lasted hours. As soon as Demigloss dismissed them he instantly got up, packed his bag and left, ignoring Festus calling for him and rushing out before anyone else could make fun of him. Especially Coriolanus.

Truthfully he didn't think Coriolanus would. He never joined in with the others - especially Festus and Arachne - when they talked about him behind his back or made fun of him, ever since they were kids, so he didn't see why he'd start now. Either way, Sejanus couldn't stand the confrontation to test his assumption.

He tried to ignore Coriolanus the best he could the rest of the day, and he thought he managed. But then Coryo stopped him at the Academy entrance, right when he was about to leave once all of his classes were over.

“Sejanus? Can we talk?”

Sejanus shrugged, trying to play it dumb. Maybe if he pretended nothing happened Coriolanus would forget about it. “S-sure. About what?” He said, praying his voice didn't sound as high pitched to Coriolanus as it did to him.

“Uh, the history project we have to do? I thought maybe we could work on it together.”

Sejanus sighed in relief, covering it with a cough. He cleared his throat before raising his eyebrow. “History project?”

Coriolanus nodded. “Yes. Professor Demigloss talked about it today in class. Or were you too busy staring at me to pay attention to him?” He asked, grinning.

Sejanus started blushing, his eyes widening as his mind tried to come up with some excuse or at least a way to get out of that situation. His palms were getting sweaty and he could feel the panic rising up in his chest. “Oh, uhm, no. Obviously, I was listening. I was-”

“Sej relax. I'm just teasing.” Coriolanus interrupted him, his grin only growing wider. “So? What do you say about the project?”

Sejanus thought it was weird how Coriolanus didn't seem to mind it, but definitely didn't complain. If his friend was cool about it, then he was going to be as well. He nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Of course.”

“Great. It's due tomorrow so the sooner we start working on it the better.” Sejanus gave him a short smile, agreeing with him.

“I'd suggest going over at my place, but the cleaners are around today. They’re usually very invasive, I don’t want them scooping around while we study.” He explained, sounding annoyed. Sejanus nodded, understanding his problem. He had the same struggles with his own cleaners, though usually they left him alone when he asked.

“It’s okay, I get that. Maybe we could study at my place then?” He suggested, trying not to blush again at the thought of him and Coriolanus alone in his bedroom. Coriolanus didn’t seem to notice his struggles at keeping his cool and nodded, mumbling a ‘sure’ before following Sejanus outside where his driver was waiting for him.

Sejanus spent the drive to his house in silence, hoping his mother had gone through with her plan for the day and was out shopping. He wanted to avoid any awkward meeting between her and Coryo. But of course, when they got into his apartment, there she stood in the kitchen waiting for her beloved son. “Sejanus? Is that you?” She asked, walking over to them. Her eyes slightly widened in surprise when she noticed Coriolanus with him. “Oh! I didn’t know you were going to have friends over. Hi, Coriolanus.”

Coriolanus smiled at the woman. “Hello Mrs. Plinth. Sorry for intruding.” He said, giving Sejanus’ mother an apologetic look.

“Oh nonsense. I was about to leave anyway, I need to buy some new clothes for little Sej here.” She said smiling. Sejanus felt as if his skin was on fire at his ma’ words, and he could see in the corner of his eyes Coriolanus trying not to laugh.

“Okay well me and Coryo will be studying in my bedroom, see you later ma’.” He said quickly, wanting to get out of that situation as soon as possible. Once they got to his room they immediately started working on the project, neither of them wanting to waste any more time. Coriolanus shared his notes with Sejanus since he had taken none during class, too busy staring at Coryo.

The evening went on uneventfully, they spent most of it on the books with one snack break where Sejanus offered Coriolanus the cookies he had baked the day before, which the blonde boy seemed to most definitely appreciate considering the eager way he was eating them.

Sejanus was sitting on his bed while Coriolanus was at his desk, leaning on the chair. They were almost done with the school work when Coriolanus spoke. “Why were you staring at me?” Sejanus blushed and dropped his pen on the floor, immediately picking it up as if the falling object could have been a new source of embarrassment for him. “Earlier, in class.” He added, as if he needed a reminder of what Coriolanus was talking about.

“Uhm…” Sejanus didn't know what to say. He avoided the subject all day. He knew it was impossible for Coryo to forget about it so quickly but he wasn't expecting him to bring it up now either. Especially since he had sounded fine with the situation that morning.

Coriolanus must have noticed Sejanus was rather uncomfortable, because he immediately specified, “I'm not making fun of you for it. I'm just curious. Did I have something on my face?”

He was smiling, but Sejanus wasn’t sure it was meant to be a joke. More of a light comment to put him at ease. Though he didn't work he appreciated the effort, so much he thought Coriolanus deserved the truth, or at least half of it. Sejanus had never been good at lying anyway.

“No, nothing like that. Honestly? I was looking at your hair. And your eyes.” He confessed, avoiding the other's gaze.

Coriolanus frowned. “My eyes?”

“Yeah. They're very… blue. And pretty. It's like staring at the ocean, or the clear sky. Sorry, I know it's dumb. Just got caught up in my thoughts I guess.” Sejanus mumbled, drawing doodles on his hands as he tried to fight the urge to ramble out dumb excuses that would have led Coriolanus to realize he had a crush on him.

He had just admitted he thought his eyes were pretty, could it get worse than that?

Fortunately he didn't have to find out because Coriolanus simply nodded and dropped the subject. Sejanus didn't say anything either, but when he raised his eyes again and saw Coriolanus bouncing his leg nervously under the desk he could have sworn he saw his cheeks growing red, though he was clearly trying to hide it.

Sejanus smiled and looked down, going back to check his notes, when Coriolanus spoke again. “I like your eyes too.” He said, catching Sejanus by surprise.

“They're this dark brown color that gets lighter if you observe them under the sunlight. They look like milk chocolate chips.” Coriolanus commented, never once switching his position or raising his head to look at Sejanus as she talked. “I love chocolate.” He said, and it was clearly the end of their conversation on the matter.

He loves chocolate. He loves my eyes.

The thought kept playing loud in Sejanus’ head as he tried hard to stop his blushing, failing miserably. Maybe that day hadn't been so terrible after all.

#snowjanus #snowplinth #sejanus x coriolanus #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games

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sparrowhero · 2 years

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could u write something abt shigaraki finding out his crush has a mini crush on eraserhead? 👀

tumblr ate this so you're getting the condensed version. my apologies but if you are upset you need to yell at tumblr hq and be really niceys to me bc i had to write this from scratch TWICE.

ANYWAYS because it's my vision I'm editing this to be more of S1 Shigaraki overthinking your agreement of calling Eraser-head 'cool' post USJ. Reader is implied to be closer in age to Shigaraki and Shigaraki is implied to think that Aizawa may or may not be more than ten years older than he actually is.

HEADCANONS AND DRABBLE UNDER CUT

First of all, he can't exactly blame you because Eraser IS pretty cool. He can't deny what he's said himself: while his quirk is decent, it's the skills that back it up-- He does above and beyond what all of the other fakers claim to do, for nothing but the safety and peace of mind for a few snot-nosed brats who want to become heroes. He's cool. HOWEVER-- him being cool (for a hero) and him being a match for you are two completely different questions. He goes down a full fledged rabbit hole of comparing himself to Aizawa in order to win you back. (or rather, win you over in the first place, but who's counting?)

Where the hell does that old man get off seducing people?! As a matter of fact, what the hell does he have that Shigaraki doesn't? Other than the ability to grow facial hair. (Sorry, but he cannot. It's not happening. Aizawa has been able to grow a beard since he was in high school if we count MHA Vigilantes as canon.)

Is it the hair? His hair is pretty shaggy too, and he could be considered growing it out. Aizawa has more of a curl pattern but they both pay the exact amount of care to their hair: none. He definitely could beat him on that. Sure, Aizawa has a low voice...if you LIKE that sort of thing...but Shigaraki still has a few years left of growing. His voice could deepen by then. The physique? Well...he may be a LITTLE bit shorter, and Eraser does have some muscle hidden underneath those baggy clothes...BUT THOSE THINGS DIDN'T STOP HIM FROM GETTING HIS ASS KICKED!!

He not-so-subtly reminds you that as competent as Eraser was, he also figured out his gimmick and while Eraser himself wasn't able to land a significant blow onto him, he, however, was able to disintegrate part of his arm. PLUS the nomu beat him anyways (he takes credit for that since he brought the nomu along as part of his grand strategy)

"He's not so great." Shigaraki reminds you at the hideout. After the rest of the staff foiled his plans at USJ, he's needed a lot of support due to the bullet wounds in several of his joints, and you graciously help to nurse him back to health. You're in the middle of changing his bandages when he brings this up, and you give him a questioning look because...who the hell is he talking about?? His red eyes meet yours as he looks down at you from his chair. "Eraser-head."

"I'm better for you than he is." His voice is part whisper, part grunt, and almost completely inaudible as he looks away from you. Once again, you ask him to repeat himself because you can't hear him, and he backtracks-- just a little-- in itchy irritation. "I said I'm better than he is." Shigaraki rasps out, enunciating each consonant. He wishes you were a little quicker on the uptake, not considering maybe it's his own evasive way of phrasing things that's gotten him to this point.

"Of course you are."

He has to double take. It's an answer he's come to expect from Kurogiri, who has been his caretaker for over ten years, but to hear it from you gives it a whole new meaning. His heart beats loudly, almost painfully in his chest as you shrug, as if you're saying something completely obvious.

"If I wanted to jump ship after USJ, I would have done so back then, you know?" Careful hands reapply the clean bandages to his arms while you speak, no trace of hesitation or deception lining your tone. "You said it too, he's pretty cool-- But a hero's a hero." Your eyes and tone sharpen at that. "Garbage doesn't stop being garbage just because it's a little shiner than usual."

You didn't join up with them on anything so petty, that could be shaken so easily. It's true that Eraser-head is a better hero than most, but he's still a part of hero society. He defends it, he upholds it, he perpetuates it...and so any appreciation for him starts and stops there. There's no room for the kind of hypocritical half-measures that heroes embody. "So what if we got our asses kicked? We're going to get our revenge soon enough. We're better than that, aren't we?"

You tap your knuckles against the uninjured parts of his hand in a kind of fist-bump. Ah, he realizes, you've misunderstood him. You think he needs encouragement after the fumble and losing the nomu. His lips twitch into a half smile. Maybe you're right...about that at least. The hit to his pride has gotten him into this kind of weak thinking. Shigaraki allows a few of his fingers to brush up against the outside of yours.

Of course. What a foolish thing for him to consider. He didn't have anything to fear about Eraser. Maybe in another world, a different world, a man like that could have been an asset-- someone who understood the kind of darkness that bred the both of you. But the heaviness that weighs upon you and the drive that binds you two together is stronger and more ferocious than any hypocritical kindness that current hero society offers you.

Kurogiri doesn't miss the exchange, his glowing yellow eyes narrowing fondly as the distraction that was currently weighing on Shigaraki disappears with just a gesture and a few words from you.

"We're better than that." Shigaraki agrees. "It'll be different next time." He intends to show you that you chose the right side-- the right man-- even if you don't know it yet. He'll let you think it's just about USJ for a little while longer, if it means he can hold your hand like this. You'll realize soon enough.

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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lcs-library · 2 years

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hi hi, can I request something for itaru? I don’t have anything specific in mind but just considering my love/hate for him how ‘bout just silly moments with him and some playful teasing where it’s like “I hate you so much” “aww, no you don’t ;)” and stuff like that haha. Just need to get that out of my system, he’s too strong rn 🙃

SCREAMING AND CRYING ONE OF MY FAVE A3! ARTISTS ASKING FOR WRITING??? FROM ME???? I AM NOT WORTHY😭😭😭😭😭 anyway. Ahem. Yes!! I love writing Itaru he’s such a gremlin. I had too many ideas banging around in my head, so I decided to write a bunch of lil drabbles n stuff instead of a headcanon list or a oneshot, so I hope that’s okay!! Thanks so much for requesting!

Request rules

1. Though he’d never admit it to anyone else, Itaru’s a huge sucker for affection, and loves taking time to laze around with you, even if you’re just holding hands.

On one particular afternoon, things got a little…silly.

He’s just a silly little guy, though, can you even blame him?

Anyway, the two of you were watching a show together on his couch, which slowly evolved into being fully wrapped around each other, then turned into play fighting? Which wasn’t uncommon for him, surprisingly.

It’s hard to tell if it could be classified as “fighting”, though, since it was more of the two of you holding hands and pushing each other away.

Point is, it was just a goofy way of showing affection.

Somehow, Itaru managed to get his flimsy body on top of you, and he lifted your shirt up, blowing the biggest, loudest raspberry on your stomach.

You couldn’t help but laugh despite being so done with how lame and cheesy he is.

Overall, stupid lil guy has stupid way of showing affection.

2. One night, while waiting for him to come home, you found yourself falling asleep in the middle of grinding one of his online games like he asked. Yes, he needed his dailies done, but he also needed to realize that you were infected with tired sleepy.

After about an hour or so of your nap, Itaru finally came home with a sigh, tossing his things to the side before laying his eyes on you. An affectionate smirk played at his lips as he came over to where you were sleeping.

“Guess I shouldn’t have asked you to help me out, my bad. GJ~,” he said softly, lightly patting your head.

Just then, a terrible idea popped into his head. The only question was: could he pull it off?

There was only one way to find out.

So he maneuvered his arms underneath your body, barely managing to hold you up.

And the second he barely lifted you off the couch, his arms gave out on him, dropping you right back onto it, waking you up.

“‘taru, whaddahell…” you mumbled lazily.

“Ah, morning, love,” he replied sweetly, acting as if nothing happened.

“What did you do?”

His face didn’t even falter at that being your default reply.

“I tried to carry you to bed.”

“With your noodle arms?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so lame.” You replied fondly.

3. The two of you game a lot(surprise, surprise), with 2D fighting games usually being the favorite. Or really anything you could label as something that would ruin friendships. Like he’d get rid of you over a game.

On this particular evening, you were playing one of said 2D fighting games, but you just couldn’t win a single match.

This was a common occurrence, but this time, there was a specific technique that he was using with his character that you couldn’t seem to dodge, no matter how hard you tried.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Want me to teach you?”

Without waiting for a reply, he shoved his controller in your hands, placing his over yours to guide your moves.

“So you wanna move the joystick three-quarters to the left, then X-X-B. Nope, too slow, try again. Okay, left, X-X-B. Mm-m. Don’t tell me you’re not paying attention and just like holding hands?”

He caught you red-handed.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he replied smugly with a wink.

You did learn the technique, though. Eventually.

4. After each one of his regional tours with the Spring Troupe, Itaru wants nothing more than to hold up in his room and play games for twelve hours straight.

As if he could have that now that you were here.

The second he opens the door, he’s greeted by you practically tackling him in a hug, causing him to crash and fall to the floor.

“Hey, calm down! I was gone for three days!”

“Haha, you’re so pathetic. Can’t even stand a welcome back hug?”

Oh, two could play at that game.

He pulled your body down to join him on the ground, practically showering you in kisses, to both your embarrassment and delight.

“Alright, fine, I missed you too.” He says with a goofy grin on his face, his tone of voice trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t desperate to give you attention not even two seconds ago.

He’s the worst<3

5. On his days off, Itaru usually wears big, comfy sweatshirts to lounge around in(that you may or may not have stolen one or two of).

An annoying thing he does with them is sneak up behind you and shove you in there with him.

He’ll sneak up behind you, and the next thing you see is a blur of fabric before being held close to someone’s chest.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.”

Fortunately, you weren’t going to any time soon.

Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

#the ‘fighting’ thing is something I do with my gf and I think it fits Itaru hehe #I’ve been having terrible brainrot about this loser so I’m glad you let me yell about it #ily ever<333 #a3!#fanfiction #a3! x reader #a3! act! addict! actors!#act! addict! actors!#a3 game #thanks for the request!#itaru chigasaki x reader #itaru chigasaki #WHY DIDNT I PROOFREAD THIS AAAAA #my fics #request

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whiskeysmulti · 9 months

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Hi! I found your botanical headcanons of G really interesting and nice to see since I rarely find headcanons of the first gen. Can you also do one for Giotto? A chrysanthemum, gardenia, heliotrope, ivy and Salvia one? Pretty please?

❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ]- no longer accepting!

.Whiskey. Absolutely fine friend, thank you for the request! Forgive the icon not matching the character as I'm just doing this as a request only as Giotto is not a muse on my typical RP roster, but I do take requests for him from time to time and will do imagines, drabbles, and headcanons for characters not on the roster as well.

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ? I think Giotto's an old fashioned romantic, and is probably very affectionate. A cuddly, hand holding type of guy. Love as a concept is something big to him, something sacred, something he's probably always dreamed of but knows he's limited on options with his status.

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ? Most likely he'd try to conceal it, but it would be obvious. A guy who wears his heart on his sleeve so to speak.

heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ? Yes, I do think he believes in soulmates.

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ? I feel like Giotto would view marriage as something both sacred and could be necessary for political reasons too as in the time period arranged marriages were a thing. And I feel he does have a desire to marry, but not until after retirement does he realize it. As it's shown he obviously does settle down and have kids at some point, as there was a blood line to lead to Tsunayoshi.

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

I wouldn't call it possessive, but more fiercely protective. As the Vongola was established due to the loss of a dear friend of theirs when the cops failed to protect said friend. Which to me says a lot about Giotto's character to say "something happened to one of our friends and the cops did nothing, so guess I have to do it myself now" that took a lot. But as far as being possessive in a "you're mine, don't even look at another man now" definition of it, no. He's anything but possessive. But I stand with the idea of him being fiercely protective.

#asks #whiskey speaks; ooc #meta; giotto #anenglishmajorspathtomedschool

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 2 years

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Running on Empty

(Trigger Warnings: descriptions of hunger pangs/cravings, cramped/crowded space, mentions of eating, cannibalism, talk of murder, implications of illegal business, implied death/murder, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

(My beloved scrungly EgoPat is back, and this time, we get to see his cravings in action. This little drabble was inspired by one lovely Knife Anon, who has worked wonders for my validation. If you want to learn more about Caliban, go here. If you’d like to learn more about the mob he and Murdock work for, go here. Murdock/Murderplier belongs to the Markiplier Cinematic Universe, but if you’re interested in my personal headcanons on him, go here. And, last but certainly not least, to learn more about R.D., go here.)

Somewhere among the Cove Port Inlets, a cannibal was trapped in a department store.

Well, not literally, but he certainly felt trapped. The elevator car he was currently riding in would’ve been cramped even without all the other people he was having to share the space with.

Most would assume that cannibals and crowded areas didn’t mix well together, and for the most part, they’d be right.

But in Caliban’s case, that normally wasn’t too much of a problem.

Caliban prided himself on being responsible. The authorities around here were generally pretty useless, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be careful with his habits. He’d organized a whole agenda just to keep his cravings in check. He typically didn’t have to worry about his urges unless he knew it was safe to give in to them.

That was actually why he and Murdock had started working together so long ago; too many disappearances happening in short succession of one another would cause suspicion in the community. Therefore, the hitman also had a schedule to stick to, which perfectly aligned with the cannibal’s meal-planning.

Or, at least, it USUALLY did.

Murdock had contacted him earlier, had promised to deliver a dead body in a few hours. That delivery was the reason Caliban had made this shopping trip in the first place. He’d been running low on some of his favorite herbs and spices, and he’d been eager to use them. He’d been excitedly waiting to make some deviled spleen with a side of simmered tongue (he’d also entertained the idea of putting all other edible organs into a stew for later).

But NOOOOOOOO, no, no, no! It just COULDN’T be that easy!

Caliban grimaced at his cellphone, at the most recent exchange of his and Murdock’s encrypted messages.

So, I’ve got some bad news, Murdock had texted while Caliban had been paying for his new seasonings.

What, did you have to use a last-minute explosive on the target? Caliban had responded. If so, just bring some of the least-charred pieces. You know I’m not too picky.

Murdock had replied, No, I couldn’t have afforded to do something like that. And even if you were a picky eater, it wouldn’t matter.

Caliban asked, What’s that supposed to mean? He hadn’t gotten an immediate response, so after leaving the kitchen supply area, he’d tried again: Doc? What exactly are you saying right now?

A few more moments of silence passed after that, but by then, Caliban had finally connected the dots. (It’d only taken him so long because he didn’t want what he’d predicted to be true.)

You let the target get away, didn’t you? He’d eventually inquired. And boy howdy, did that get a quick reply.

I didn’t LET him get away! Due to the lack of things like facial expression and body language, reading someone’s emotions via text was usually pretty difficult. Not in this case, since Murdock took great pride in his work. Either the informants got something wrong in their analysis, or every potential witness in a hundred mile radius just randomly decided to come out of the fucking woodwork. Whichever the case, it’s not MY fault that the asshole’s still alive!

Something tells me you’re still gonna drink from that special mug, Caliban had texted, thinking of Murdock’s favorite coffee cup, which proclaimed IT’S ONLY MURDER IF THEY FIND A BODY—OTHERWISE IT’S JUST A MISSING PERSON in a bold, bright red font. Good job getting my hopes up.

Look, you’re not the only person losing out because of this. I’M gonna have to get reprimanded sooner or later. YOU are just gonna have to be a little more patient for once.

“For once,” huh? This wasn’t the first time Murdock had failed to kill a target. Granted, the other times were few and far between. Plus, Caliban’s frustration had been a bit easier to deal with since his accomplice hadn’t decided to just wait until the last minute to let him know.

It seemed like today really was just one of those days.

I’ve already got a couple more hits lined up. You’ll be getting some new grub in a month or so. Think about that before you complain next time. It was evident that Murdock had been trying to calm himself. You couldn’t be a killer-for-hire if you couldn’t keep an even head on your shoulders. (That was one of the stranger aspects of this line of work.) In other words: BITE ME.

The hasty addition of “figuratively” never came. So, Caliban had decided to be cheeky. Is that a challenge?

Murdock was strong and an experienced fighter, but the fact that Caliban worked more on the body-disposal side of the spectrum nowadays did not mean he was a stranger to violence. The former still had scars on his knuckles from his and the latter’s very first altercation.

(Murdock had decked Caliban in the face, but he’d obviously never fought someone who would respond to being punched by grabbing hold of their assailant’s wrist and chomping down on said assailant’s hand. Just like how Caliban had never bitten into someone whose blood had a kick so similar to cinnamon. . .or capsaicin, maybe.)

That message remained unanswered. Murdock had been infuriatingly prudent enough to disable the Read receipts that would’ve come with his text messages.

Caliban stuffed his phone into his pocket, trying to back even further into the corner he’d already claimed.

His head told him that Murdock was an accomplished killer; it was highly unlikely that he’d lose his future target. Nobody was perfect, and that definitely applied to murderers.

His stomach argued that Murdock was an irresponsible moron and it was his fault that the rest of Caliban’s day was now going to suck.

All in all, there were pretty good points on either side of the coin.

Caliban pursed his lips as a rumbling, pinching, gnawing sensation manifested in the pit of his belly. His shoulders slumped as his frustration invited some good ol’ fashioned dread to keep it company.

Oh, right. The urges. . .

Caliban took a deep breath and reminded himself that a single corpse was still a practical treasure-trove of flesh and organs. And since it didn’t take an Einstein to properly store meat, Caliban’s pantry was never empty. Even though the fresh-is-always-best rule applied to more than just seafood.

He had some human remains at home.

He could still appease his appetite without Murdock’s help.

He just. Had to. Get out. Of this. Damn. Elevator.

Since he couldn’t afford to stare at the people he was trapped with, Caliban found himself gazing at the little signs adorning the space around the elevator’s door and buttons. The most prominent of these signs displayed a simple drawing of a stick-figure walking down a staircase, with a bright orange flame at the top of the stairs.

In spite of his frustration, Caliban raised an eyebrow at this. People seriously still didn’t know how dangerous it was to use an elevator in the event of a fire?

He thought of how easily the ventilation shaft would go through the Chimney Effect, thought of how quickly the metal framework of the car would heat up. Thought of how smoke could make meat more tender via breaking down the collagen inside. . .thought of how the color of flesh would shift from bright pinkish-red to differing shades of brown the longer it roasted. . .thought of how fat would eventually liquify as more heat was applied—

GgglRRRRkkkk…

The sound instantly snapped Caliban back into reality. That, and the feeling of something warm around his mouth that definitely hadn’t been there before. Blinking, Caliban realized that his face had subconsciously shifted into an open smile. This, in turn, had allowed a few drops of saliva to escape his lips. He could practically feel the blood rushing under his skin as he raised a hand to wipe at his mouth with his thumb.

The initial disappointment Caliban had felt was mostly gone (although stress, impatience, and some mild-but-kind-of-quickly-growing panic had taken its place, which wasn’t a very positive development). But Caliban’s stomach didn’t really know how to give a damn about that. What it did know how to do was to make itself seem to be squirming of its own accord inside Caliban’s abdomen.

Which didn’t feel pleasant. At all.

He didn’t dare look at the elevator’s other passengers, despite knowing that a few had definitely turned their heads to glance at him. What did they expect him to do? Apologize? For something that he had no control over? Were these really the types who got offended whenever they saw another person in discomfort?

Of course they were. Hell, they probably didn’t even know what discomfort actually felt like. Caliban hadn’t needed much time to analyze their clothing, their demeanors, their freshly-purchased goods. Even if he hadn’t been so skilled in observation, it would’ve been easy to guess that the people he was trapped with were the fortunate kind.

They probably led happy little stress-free lives, probably ate more than three multiple-course meals a day. They likely hadn’t grown up with the constant threat of food being withheld from them. They could be categorized under the human equivalent of Free-Range.

GwwwuuuOOOOOORRRBL. . .

Caliban could’ve sworn his intestines had just twitched. He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. He chewed at the inside of his cheek; his teeth felt just a tad too sharp.

He didn’t even know the person responsible for this building’s architecture—for the idiotic amount of time this elevator apparently took for each trip—and he still desperately wanted to butcher them and caramelize their kidneys.

___

After what sincerely felt like a few days since he’d finally gotten out of the department store, Caliban parked by one of many curbs in the downtown area. He was shaking as he exited his car and headed for the entrance to his house.

His hunger had been steadily getting worse and worse for the duration of the drive (because why the hell would it have gotten better?).

The very millisecond the front door was securely closed and locked behind him, Caliban’s facade got the hell out of Dodge. He sprinted across the house to the hidden door in his closet, and it was a legitimate miracle that he didn’t trip on his way down the passageway to his subway tunnel security office turned macabre kitchen/dining room combo.

He ripped the refrigerator open, and there it was: a portion of flesh he’d sliced from the thigh of Murdock’s latest target, hanging from a small meat hook he’d attached to the top shelf.

This particular appetizer had already been cured—he’d put it through both a dry rub and a few brine injections—and hanging was a great way to improve the flavor via letting natural enzymes break down the tissues.

It was a good thing Caliban always had the foresight to prepare his food ahead of time, because right now he was at the point where it wouldn’t have mattered if the meat was raw or not. The only thing that mattered was that. He. ATE.

Caliban wrenched the morsel off, leaving the meat hook to sway to and fro as he leaned against the wall, opened wide, and sank his teeth into the flesh.

MRGH-GRK

The meat was, unsurprisingly, cold. It had the expected metallic tang, but the texture was a bit more serumy than it probably should’ve been. The umami was there, but it definitely would’ve been better if the muscle had spent some time in a broiling pan.

But Caliban wasn’t in the mind to care about that.

He shook his head from side to side as he tore a chunk free.

HRUCKH-HKUNGH

He chewed furiously—the meat was tender in a way that managed to be wrong and so damn delicious at the same time. He could barely even feel how liquid dribbled out of his maw and down his chin. The first bite felt heavy in his throat, seeming to linger. Somehow, Caliban didn’t notice. He continued to rip the muscle apart, his pulse ringing in his ears all the while.

There was nothing but flavor and greed and impatience and joy.

He wasn’t sure how long it really took, but after what seemed like just a meager thirty seconds, half of the meat was gone. He wasn’t completely satisfied, of course, but his stomach wasn’t aching or growling anymore; instead, it was concentrating on what he’d just devoured. For the first time all day, he finally, finally felt comfortable. Relieved.

“Afternoon snack, Cal?” A familiar voice called from across the room.

Caliban flinched, then slowly turned his head to discover R.D., who was standing at the foot of the hidden staircase with her arms crossed. She tilted her head at him, her expression a mixture of understanding, concern, and amusement.

“I guess,” Caliban sighed. “Although you could probably call it stress-eating, too.”

R.D. wandered closer, nodding. “Probably.”

She fished her phone out of her pocket and tapped at the screen, then held it for her husband to see. She’d set her camera to self-portrait mode, which gave Caliban a perfect view of the dark red smudges splattered around his lips and cheeks, with even more running down his chin. A few spots marred the dark blue fabric of his button-down’s collar.

Caliban offered a sheepish smile in response, showing off his red-tinged teeth, his silver canine-cap gleaming. He walked over to the block kitchen island, grabbing a napkin from one of the drawers and cleaning up his face.

“You could’ve texted me on your way back,” R.D. said softly. “I could’ve prepared that for you; then you would’ve enjoyed it a bit more.”

Caliban shook his head. “I’m not going to disrupt your focus when I should’ve just been smart enough to eat something before I left. Your projects are more important.”

(She may not have been wearing any of her protective gear, but he knew full well that it hadn’t been long since she’d returned from the hidden-in-plain-sight laboratory of a warehouse on the other side of town.)

R.D. pursed her lips at this. “I didn’t have very much stuff lined up for today. Just some organization and a few basic chemical tests.”

“Still would’ve been inconvenient for you to rush back home because of me.” Caliban brought out a cutting board and his beloved cleaver, quickly chopping up his half-eaten morsel into several pieces. He then grinned. “Besides, haven’t you said that you need to keep at least five feet away from me when I eat?”

“I only say that when you decide to throw manners out the window,” R.D. chuckled, pointedly closing the refrigerator door, which Caliban had, admittedly, left open up until now. She opened a compartment beneath the oven, producing one of the smaller pans and setting it on the stove. “But seriously, you’ve already pulled strings to help me out when you didn’t have to; I might as well return the favor sometime. I’m honestly kind of shocked that you haven’t started holding that over my head by now.”

“That’s because I’m a humanitarian,” Caliban responded as he held the board above the pan to push the chunks of meat down onto its sizzling surface, laughing at how R.D. groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Aaaaaannd I regret this already,” R.D. muttered, though she still smiled when Caliban put the cleaver and board down in order to gently hug her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, c’mon!” Caliban jokingly pouted. “I thought that one was pretty tasteful!”

“Snare is worried about you,” R.D. announced. “He’s been pacing around the hutch nonstop since you got back.”

Caliban froze, then raced up the stairs to go check on his pet.

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professional-benaddict · 1 year

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Saturn anon sent me a long tag, so I’m answering it below. I picked Stephen Strange🥰

Ask Game about your fictional fave/s!

1. How did you discover your fave?

I discovered Doctor Strange when rumours started spreading that Benedict would play him. I started researching the character and comics and I cannot put into words how excited I was.

2. How long have you been a fan of your fave?

2015? I think that was when it was announced that Benedict would take the role.

3. Do you write for your fave? (E.g. AU's, Drabbles, Fan Fics.)

Wayyyy too much

4. Do you like what is canon about your fave?

Before Endgame I cared a lot more about canon, but now not really. I just use canon as inspiration to create whatever I want with Stephen in my works.

5. Tell some of your headcanons of your fave.

I don’t really have any. I guess you could say my versions of Stephen in my works are HCs though. My Stephen is kind, patient, loving, structured, smart and overall just a good parental figure with lots of love to give.

6. Do you draw for your fave? (E.g. Fan Art)

If I could draw I totally would. Surgeon Strange supremacy!!

7. If your fave/s are portrayed by several actors, who are your fave portrayers?

Ben, Benny and Benedict hehe

8. Are you more into Books/ Comics/Films when it comes to your fave?

Totally! I read a bunch of comics before the first movie came out and I loved them a lot.

9. Quote anything about what your fave has said.

“But we don’t talk about that.”

10. Quote your favourite line of your fave!

“I love you in every universe.”

11. Ever made a edit for/of your fave?

A few headers and profile pics, yeah.

12. Songs you associate with your fave?

Breathe by Seeb, Lost by Sander Van Doorn, My Heart Is Open by Maroon 5. And of course the soundtrack to the movies.

13. If your fave was real, do you think they'd like you?

That’s a scary question ahhh!! Canon Stephen would probably not care to take the time to get to know me. But, I hope he’d see the value of me and my life/freedom and protect it like he does for everyone else.

14. Amongst your fave/s who do you think are you? (E.g. You have 5 faves, amongst the 5 of them you think of yourself as fave no.3)

I don’t get this question ehhh

15. Do you know your fave origin story?

Of course! Stephen grew up on a farm, his sister drowned in a lake when they were young, went to med school and then the car accident.

16. In 1 word describe your fave’s aesthetic.

Sterdy.

17. Is/Are your fave/s famous on A03?

In one corner of the fandom, yeah for sure.

18. Ships that you like with your fave?

Starkerstrange, strangespider, ironstrange, palmerstrange.

19. Is/Are your fave/s well known?

A kid in school told me Doctor Strange was his favourite superhero, so yeah!

20. If your fave/s have a fandom, what do you think about the fandom?

I think there’s one fandom that is ”mainstream” as in they like canon Stephen and/or ship him with Christine Palmer. But, since I’m in the starker fandom, I often see Stephen as an addition to that ship. These spaces sort of overlap, but the ”mainstream” fandom and ”Stephen as the addition” fandom are distinctive to me.

21. Describe yourself using something your faves have said!

It’s not a specific quote, but control is a big part of Stephen’s character and his drive. I also have a big need for control, so I can relate to him in that way.

22. If you would feed your fave/s something, what would it be?

Corn? Cornbread? Maybe that would be nostalgic to him.

23. How do you see yourself in any of your fave/s?

Like I said before, control. And fear too I guess.

24. Ever taken a break from your fave/s?

After Endgame I had to rethink how much energy I wanted to invest in canon and fandom. But, then I managed to separate canon Stephen and the Stephen I have created in my works. I’m content with my little Stephen, no matter what happens in canon.

25. If your fave/s were to have a crossover, who and which character would they have a crossover with?

I don’t like crossovers, so I don’t need him to meet anyone.

Bonus: Anything that you'd like to tell your fave/s?

It’s not your fault Donna died. It’s okay. You’re keeping us all safe, even if no one knows or understands or people think you are doing the wrong thing.

Tag some people to join in!

@starksbabie @sydneyshipsstuff @starkerplusstrange @starksvinyls @starkiller-queen @sins-of-a-spider @winterspiderpurrs @sugarstark @thegreenmetblue @vaguekiwi

#tag game #rafni talking shit

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kevin-the-bruyne · 2 years

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I think another one of my asks got eaten... D= It just was kind of an idea of combining what I wrote and the fun idea you wrote together. (And the idea about the awkwardness of Wen and Alan being in a friend group together cause of their new boyfriends.) But no matter! Your tasty angst-filled idea you wrote is gold! It's amazing the range you have, considering you wrote the masterpiece that is the Boner fic. On a completely unrelated side note you don't need to worry about, is your ao3 mm_nami?

it didn't get eaten! I have it lol I am hoarding it for the time being because of two reasons:

1) I loved it so much that I wanted to give you a present in return. i started writing an AK drabble after the trailer came out and I thought to give it to you. Since I can't gift it directly in ao3 I wanted to respond to the ask with it. 2) I am thinking about it lol - so it inspired me quite a lot (like for AK in general) and the part where Alan moves in with Kaipa so Kaipa can take care of him but that also means he's around Jim and Wen sometimes is bouncing around in my head (i guess thats why its called a plotbunny LOL). I started writing part 2 of my AK fic almost immediately after releasing the 1st part (whispered secrets that is) and I work on it in regular intervals but nothing i do is quite right and its been so many months already. There is a part where Kaipa essentially moves in with Alan after his confrontation with Jim but now your ask is making me consider whether it should be the other way around. I'm hoping I can get the drabble finished and answer in a day or 2 and btw if you decide to write that fic I will 100% beta for you - i try not to write stories from people's detailed headcanons because ideas are about the only thing i have to contribute so i dont want to start stealing them LOL but I can tell you I'm very inspired by it so maybe fun things will happen

if by tasty angst filled idea you mean the offgun being meddlesome elder gays and causing a rift between firstkhao one then lskdskjfhjksdh im glad you like it - I have like 10 FK wips atm (including a side chapter for the boner fic LOL). I still have hope that I'll finish one of them before I start writing my 11th (my joexjimbae is also on the backburner for this reason) thank you again for being so kind about my writing 🤧 i jump from one extreme of nonsense comedy to the other of high angst and never land anywhere in between 🤣 i assume you made a typo but yes indeed i am mm_nani

#nani answers #anon you are the pillar holding up my sanity from crumbling LOL #thank you for the lovely asks #nice anons #nani's writing shenanigans

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hpalways · 2 years

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yandere!harbingers

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Pantalone, Dottore, Arlecchino, Tartaglia x GN!Reader

Warnings: yandere themes, obsession, death, also may not be accurate

A/N: Lowercase intended. A reminder not to romanticize yandere behaviors!! Also these are just headcanons for now, but I do hope to actually write drabbles/oneshots of them as yanderes :)

Pantalone

very manipulative, just look at him and that smile! when things do not go his own way, hell erupts quick. he will do anything to guilt trip you, bringing leverage from the past. you quickly learn to feel anxious when he gives you that type of smile.

from his childhood, he feels as though the world is against him. dealing with poverty and financial issues, it was what pushed his determination for wealth. and because he has learned to be so determined, he will be the same way with you.

since his influence is stretched far and wide, nothing can go underway him. he uses his power to keep an eye on you -- to make sure you don’t run from his clutches.

if you disobey him, he will train you like a dog, taking everything and everyone away from you and isolating you. the better you behave, the more he’ll return it all, treating you perfectly.

he loves you dearly, but he is somewhat of a perfectionist. your mistakes define him. he wouldn’t want that to happen, would he?

he lashes out in a dangerously sweet way, to anyone who dares question or insult you. he will also use his wealth to find people to do his dirty work, if necessary.

when he hugs you, his entire cloak traps you, to the point it almost feels suffocating. he can’t get his hands off of you, no matter how uncomfortable you would get.

once you find out how obsessive he truly is to you, he confesses smoothly and offers you a deal. “[name], we can do this the easy way or the hard way. either you come to me nicely, or you don’t and i kill anyone who gets in the way so that you can learn your lesson.”

Dottore

dottore easily fell in love with you when the two of you both went to Semeru Akademiya and you were the only one who made an effort to talk to him, despite him being shunned out by everyone else. that was your first mistake.

obsessive since then, he still continues to perform experiments on people and the moment he joins the Fatui, he makes brutal experiments on the ones who picked on you.

while very merciless with everyone else, he goes soft on you, showering you with his adoration, doing anything possible to be in your favor. he lies to you that his experiments have changed since then, to become better and less harmful.

when sent to Mondstadt to fulfil his mission for the Fatui, he essentially kidnaps you. this is where you learn his true colors, and the first time you are truly fearful of him. he no longer makes an effort to conceal his identity, declaring to you and the world that you are his to keep.

he forces you to watch him during his projects, gleefully taking in your reactions and only falling in love with you more. he doesn’t mind that you are scared of him anymore; as long as you’re by his side, he is satisfied.

at some point, he even performs experiments on you and though they are painful, he never overdo it to kill you. he cares for no other human life but yours.

“to me, you are very indispensable, my love.”

Arlecchino

when she falls in love, she falls deep and passionately. out in the snow, she finds you there playing with the orphans that would only grow up to dark future. though you do not know that, she could not help but grow a bond with you.

she is willing to do anything for you, even betray her closest confidants or the Fatui organization. in her eyes, you are the one to show her truth. after all, her loyalty with everything else is weak. she will remain loyal to only you.

very impulsive and act on her feelings quick. there is no hesitation when it comes to protecting you. if coating the snow in red is a must, then she will simply do it. if she must stand among dead bodies in the blizzard to see you safe and sound, she will.

holds you tightly, with a grip so strong that it pains you. she does not realize this -- the intensity she keeps when she is with you. it is a ticking time bomb, ready to go off to announce that she wants you.

the moment you find out that she works for the Fatui and the deeds she’s done, you feel betrayed and afraid. she pleads you to stay, growing furious and laying everything she’s done for you.

in the end, she forcibly pulls you along, threatening your loved ones. then she returns to pleading act, promising that she will quit the Fatui. it terrifies you... this double-edged sword.

“don’t you see? i only want you. my eyes are only on you.”

Tartaglia

fighting has been his obsession his whole life. adding you into the mix simply means that he will fight for you as well. that’s what he’s good at. fighting. he loves the thrill of it. so when you give him a similar thrill, he is ecstatic and knows that he needs you.

his ‘Childe’ persona blinded you at first. he appeared to be so charismatic and outgoing that you found yourself pulled in anyway. the more he spent time with you, the more he found himself thinking about you in every second of his day.

he battles with anyone who gets on his nerves when it comes to you. his anger paints his world red, resulting in many deaths from how merciless he acts.

his facade sometimes drops, growing bitter and cold, which concerns you. he turns into a new person, deep in his thoughts.

and as it finally reveals to you that he can no longer stop himself when it comes to you, he unleashes his true persona, smiling at you with blood smattered across his face. feelings are confessed, because he knows you can never escape him. his skills make sure of that.

his words always say one thing, but the tone would say otherwise. they are often sweet and covered in oozing poison as well.

“comrade, you don’t need to worry about a single thing. i can kill off anything for you.”

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sorapricots · 2 years

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Since when?

Summary : Your relationship with Bakugou have been so under the radar people thought both of you just a couple of rival.

Pair : Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Swearings, injuries.

A/N : It’s been awhile since I post something right? I was hit with a huge writer block there are so many wips in my draft it was insane I’m stressing out rn so like if you want me to write some headcanon or drabbles about some characters please do just asked me it would help me refreshing my brain cogs to work lmao

Wc : 1,1k

The first time you know Bakugou is when both of you try take down one of the robotic vilain with the highest point but Bakugou beat you. And then you meet him again when you know he is your classmate.

The rivalry friendship between the two of you bloomed in the most chaotic way as both of you keep trying to beat each other score. And of course from the rivalry between the two of you, the bond between you become stronger.

People can see it despite both of you denied about it. Because no matter how you both annoyed to each other, both of you also deeply care to each other.

One time you have sparing with Midoriya but you fainted in the middle of the sparing and people never see Bakugou move so fast to the point he can catch your body before your body touch the ground even though he watched from the bleachers which was far away from your position.

And both of you realize your feelings to each other when Bakugou was kidnaped by the LOV. Your classmates are worried for both of you. Because for the first time in your UA life, both of you are separate from each other.

You spent so many sleepless night waiting for the pro hero to find him. You are also the first who voluntary when Kirishima asked to rescue Bakugou. And for the first time you actually snapped to the girls when they disagree to let you and Kirishima try to rescue Bakugou.

You are Bakugou’s first person and the only person he go to vent when he can’t stop blame himself after All Might defeated AFO. You both cry while hugging each other that night.

After you both calm down Bakugou decided to make it official. He asked you to be his partner and you accept it. That night the most peaceful night you both ever have.

After a while finally 1-A have joining practice with 1-B you swayed your body left and right as you fidget your fingers as you stare at Bakugou’s back. Your guts said something bad will happened.

“[Name], are you okay?” Uraraka asked as she tapped your shoulder make you jolt up as a loud yelp escape from your lips. Making your boyfriend quickly snapped his head to your direction.

“yeah, I’m good why?” you asked Uraraka back even though your eyes still stay on Bakugou. Uraraka look at you then Bakugou before she let out a small giggle.

“Don’t worry, [Name]. I’m pretty sure you can beat his score today.” Uraraka already familiar with your rivalry friendship just laugh. You smile a little deciding not to tell her anything about both your relationship with him nor your gut feelings.

Uraraka then leaving you alone with your thought. You let out a sigh as you decided to just crouch down while waiting for the class B to come. Suddenly Bakugou nudge you.

“A penny of your thought?” you smile a little before you stand up. You secretly rub his bicep while trying to calm down your anxious self.

“You look anxious.” He said.

“No shit Sherlock.” You roll your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he moved his body to face you. You stare at his face as you try to think if you should say anything to him while still rubbing his bicep.

“It’s just… I feel something bad gonna happened y’know… or maybe that’s just me overthinking.” Bakugou frown when he see how you seems can’t calm your anxiety.

“Are you afraid I’m gonna beat you?” he decided to joke with you. You let out an annoyed whine as you punch his arm softly. Bakugou let out a chuckle as he tried to avoid your punch.

He then suddenly pulled you to a side hug and ruffle your head softly. You whimpered softly because your still can’t calm your anxiety down.

“Don’t worry about anything princess. We’ll be fine.” You nodded you was about to nuzzle your voice closer to him but you faintly hear a bunch of footsteps so you quickly push him away.

“Wow, you guys already fight in the morning like this? Damn you look like an old marry couple.” You grumbled when you see Setsuna show her signature smirk. Somehow your anxiety raised even higher when you see her.

“Shut your detachable mouth.” You said before you left secretly hinting Bakugou to follow you.

You anxiously watch Bakugou and his team fight against Setsuna’s team while biting your nail. A habit that you can’t stop and Bakugou sure will tape your hands aways from your mouth once he know you did it.

“I was right… I should’ve known.” You grumbled.

You let out a loud gasp when you see pipes piercing your lover’s back. Your eyes burn with anger as your grip on the iron bars in front of you getting tighter. Your classmates look at you confusedly as you bit your lips hard.

“[Name] are you okay?” Kaminari carefully asked you since you are known for your short temper. You sharply look at him before you take a deep breath and look at him softly.

“I’m okay.” You said before you stare at the screen again.

“Bakugou!” Your feet never move so fast when you heard his name. Your eyes automatically search for him just as his eyes search for yours.

A sigh of relief left your lips when you see him still stand on his own feet. Softly you spin his body so you can see his back. You cringed a little bit when you see his back. You pull him to come and sit down with you.

“Let me.” Bakugou grunted. He hissed softly when you try to remove the pipes that attached to his back with one hand as your other hand heal his skin. For the first time in your life you are glad you also have a healing quirk.

“damn this pipes stab your back deep.” Bakugou give you a small nod. You kiss his back every time you manage to take the pipes that attached to his back. Both 1-A and 1-B look at the both of you flabbergasted.

“a kiss to make it feel better.” Bakugou smile a little which surprised everyone since the both of you known to be rival.

“Thanks.” Everyone gasped in unison when they heard Bakugou say thank you. Their gasps seems to snapped both of you from your own world.

“Shit.” Both of you move your heads towards the crowd. But you decided to cough it out and focus to tend his wounds.

“Since when you are together?!” Mineta hysterically asked. Bakugou rolled his eyes as you let out a small giggle.

“None of your business grape head.” Bakugou barked. You rub his back softly as you try to make him calm down.

“But serious though, since when?” Kaminari looked at the both of you.

“I don’t know. Around the time when we got Bakugou back from the LOV hideout.” You mumbled as you finally finished treat Bakugou’s wounds.

“WHAT?” The other scream as you let out a laugh while shook your head softly.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero fanfic #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #mha katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff

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