#I AM DANGEROUSLY HAPPY RN

[localcapricosimp]

THE NEXT TSUM EVENT IN TWST IS VIL, IDIA, AND MALLEUS THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

I'M GONNA WEEP WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD.

NO BC LAST NIGHT I WAS SAYING "Imagine if Vil was one of the Tsumsitters the next Tsumderland event" AND WE FUCKING GET IT THIS IS DOING THINGS TO MY EGO OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[starlooove]

Dick drops Damian off at Joey’s to babysit and Damian is so pressed on the car ride there. Like first of all he doesn’t NEED a babysitter and even if he did why can’t he just go with Dick? Dick is so hateful, he preaches all that bullshit about love and tolerance and care for family but now that Damian needs him he’s abandoning him??? To a STRANGER?! Dick will rue this day, the day of his ultimate BETRAYAL.

Dick goes to pick Damian up and he refuses to leave.

[dbphantom]

you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight

[nouvellevqgue]

✦ THE BOY IS MINE, O. BEARMAN

is where you're in a mission to prove that ollie is yours, but little did you know that he's also going to do the same to prove that you are his.

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[kitten4sannie]

*slams door open for the seance* I am going to throw my two favorite sans together - demon cat boy. Imagine San as a nekomata, a demon cat with two tails, who’s been sneaking around humanity for a good century or two. He’s had his tricks and pranks with humans, always wandering, never staying in one place too long.

Until he meets you.

There’s just something about you draws him to you, and before he knows it he’s made your home his home. If you’re suspicious of the fact he has two tails, it doesn’t show much, just that you make sure to pet each tail with equal amount of love.

San loves the fact you praise him and spoil him, and he takes full advantage of your affection. He’s a cuddle whore, always in your lap kneading away in happiness with loud purrs.

But then he hears you one night, in your room, door closed to keep him out. He knows you’re getting off in your room, writhing on your bed, trying to imitate the satisfaction that only a lover could give you. And oh the sounds you make. So beautiful. And he can’t help but imagine what kind of sounds you’d make beneath him as he’d ruin you over and over again through the entire night.

San was always good at having patience, but now? With him palming his cock, tail twitching, as he listens to you through the door? His patience has worn thin, especially since it’s been quite a while since he’s slept with another being. And besides, it was only considerate of him to return the love you gave to him, right?

(Anyway just a thought I thought you’d might enjoy. Congrats on your 3K milestone! 🤭)

roo !!!! OH MY GODDDDD. i’ve told you before and i tell you again: you are a geniusss for this idea like you’re out here playing 4D chess while everyone’s still trying to figure out checkers sksk like holy shit nekomata san ….. demon !! cat boy !! sannie !!! me and the spirits are all staring at each other in disbelief rn hdjshd anyways i hope you enjoy :3 <333

⛧ seance smutfest ⛧

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: dom! san (he’s a little meanie in this), sub! fem reader (has a few tricks up her sleeve <3), san has cat hybrid/demon characteristics, he also has two cocks btw *cough*, pet names, praise, teasing, some outright disgusting romantic behavior (and a few L bombs??? *gasp* lesbians <3 no i’m jk sksjh i wish 😔), like one cat pun okayyy, kissing, possessiveness, olfactophilia, brief almost mutual masturbation, oral (receiving), squirting, double penetration in one hole (i mean…i had to yk?), creampie, cum kink idk

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Just like every other night, you sat in your living room watching a new series on some overpriced streaming service with your dear companion curled up with his head resting on your lap, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. You found yourself moving your hands through his obscenely soft jet black hair for what seemed like hours, giving the purring demon’s shifting ears and dual tails the occasional loving stroke.

You enjoyed physical touch as much as the next person, but San was a different breed. He enjoyed it so much, he couldn’t keep himself from reciprocating in order to show his immeasurable appreciation and desire for you. That explained the deep, reverberating purrs that were coming from his chest, the coy little look he was giving you past his long eyelashes from below, his pink lips parted like he was waiting for you to say or do something. What, you didn’t know. Kiss him, maybe. Or tease him, perhaps. San wasn’t even quite sure what he wanted himself, but what he was sure of, was that he wanted to keep massaging your soft, bare thighs, especially since he finally managed to wiggle his way up underneath your sleep shorts.

Once the show lost its grip on your mind, you were suddenly distinctly aware of the way San was kneading into your upper thighs, his fingers getting dangerously close to your bare cunt. Was he just an adorable demon kitty getting lost in the moment or was he being naughty? Regardless, you began to get worked up over it. 

When San slowly closed his eyes again from how warm and relaxed his body felt, you subtly squeezed around the base of one of his tails for only a moment, encouraging a light, throaty moan to leave San’s mouth. You smiled innocently down at him, despite the prolonged throb you felt in your core. “Are you feeling good, San?” you asked sweetly, about to do it again when the demon’s tail curled around your wrist, the other one gently grazing your chest. 

 “T-too good, mortal,” San mumbled, his cheeks flushing with color, his dual-colored eyes finding solace in your equally flustered disposition. “Y’know how sensitive my tails are.” 

“How does it make your body feel?” You bit your bottom lip, running your fingers over the tail that began to drift down your chest, familiar with the pheromones he could release at any moment, wanting them to envelop you.

“Warm,” he replied simply, staring you down quite intensely, a small, pleased smile on his face, his fangs just barely visible past his curled lips. He knew what you were doing and what you clearly wanted, but he would wait to confront you for now, instead releasing pheromones that made the both of you develop an instant body and head high, like you were experiencing the effects of a body-altering fever. 

“I…think I’m going to lay down for a bit, Sannie. I’m feeling a little overheated all of a sudden,” you sighed, gently pushing San off of you and standing up, unconsciously adjusting the crotch of your shorts, knowing internally how wet you were already. 

San knew too, of course. He didn’t even have to see it for his own eyes. He could smell it. Your dripping arousal, just asking to be lapped up.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you pressed your thighs together, giving him a weak smile, the throbbing you felt almost becoming almost impossible to ignore any longer. “Why don’t you watch that one baking show with all the kitties that you like…to, um, keep yourself busy?”

San sat up from his relaxed position on the couch, letting out an inconvenienced meow. He was already so hard, mostly due to laying his head on your thighs. Your soft, soft thighs. He pressed his hands into the cushion below him, instinctively kneading it. “Kat’s Kitchen?” he asked, his head tilting to the side.

“Yes, watch that, okay?” You swallowed, clearing your throat. Even though it was perfectly normal to get aroused over such a thing, this time around, you were absolutely drenched, so you couldn’t help but feel like a pervert, unsure if San was just being his unsuspecting, cute hybrid self or if he was purposely trying to initiate something with you.

San watched you walk away with interest, momentarily deciding to turn on the show he loved so much. He sat there for a while, satisfied with the cute cats zooming around and playing together on screen while their owner put a cake in the oven and instructed the viewers on how long it should bake. A sudden overwhelmingly sweet aroma drifted into his nose, causing it to twitch and his pupils to grow to the size of marbles. 

“Y/N…” He climbed off of the couch and headed towards the source of the scent, which just so happened to be your bedroom. Hearing soft sounds of pleasure slipping out past the cracked door, San pushed his face into it, causing it to open a bit more and allowing him to see you in all your glory — fully naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat, your legs fully spread open with a vibrator pressed directly into your swollen clit, while earnestly finger-fucking your squelching cunt. 

“T-typical lust-driven mortal…” he stuttered to himself, unaware of how red his cheeks were, or how hard he was breathing, hardly noticing that he was already grinding himself against the doorframe, more and more beads of pre-cum staining the front of his sweatpants the longer he watched you pleasure yourself. 

“Wanna cum…” Huffing and blowing a bit of hair out of the way, you slid the vibrator into your aching cunt, working your clit with two digits. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” San groaned and gripped the doorframe tightly, routinely dropping his hips and desperately thrusting upwards into the sleek wood, wishing he was inside you instead. 

“San…fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned out, hastily dropping one of your legs down against the bed, pushing the toy further in, your fingers starting to cramp. “Fuck me, please, fuck me harder…” 

The demon’s fluffy ears rotated individually like satellite dishes that were on two opposite frequencies, his hips slowly ceasing their movement. That was basically an invite, right? And if you wanted him so bad, then he might as well give you a reason to moan his name again. 

You didn’t even notice San’s presence until he was on the bed and in between your legs, his warm hands massaging into your thighs and his mouth near your pussy, turning red at the sight of his clear desire. His friendly, always curious look was replaced with an intense, unwavering gaze, his mismatched eyes sharp and focused solely on yours. 

“Y/N, I heard you calling for me…” He squeezed your thighs, pressing his cheek to the inside of one of them, nuzzling it lovingly. “Will you let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me?” 

Blushing, you gave him a sheepish smile, eventually reaching down to slip your fingers into his sleek black hair. “Show me, San.” 

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“Show me, Y/N,” San said in a soft, muffled voice, his glistening lips and tongue on your clit, his fingers locked in an aggressive ‘come hither’ motion inside your pulsing hole. “Let me see the way you fall apart for me.”

“Sannie, it’s coming out, oh my god, I’m, fuck–” you cried out, tossing your head back, your body twitching and shuddering as you catapulted head-first into your orgasm, coating San’s tongue and fingers with your squirt. 

“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” San took a deep inhale of your wet heat, his nose grazing over your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing your wetness around with his fingers, finding your small whimpers satisfying enough for him to begin purring. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, baby, I can’t get enough.” He began to lap at your clit with his rough tongue, his reverberating purrs sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body. 

“S-sannie, no more tongue,” you whined, lightly tugging on his hair, only encouraging him to lick at your cunt even faster than before, his nose routinely grinding into your clit. This sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching around nothing now that his fingers were rubbing circles in your thighs. “Pleaseee, I need you, I need you so bad.” 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he questioned with a brow raised, licking up the cum that had leaked out of you and swallowing it down, making you jolt. “Say it.”

“Your cock, I need it,” you sighed out, your mind clouded with immeasurable desire for the feline-like demon. 

“Both of them?” he teased, his head quirking to the side, his eyes upturned with clear satisfaction. Still in between your legs, he slowly sat up, lowering his boxers just enough to let his thin, but long dual cocks slip out and slap against one another. He smiled at you, flashing his tiny cat fangs at you, about to grow a third cock just from the way you were looking at them. “You’ve been so wet and needy for me all night, baby. I bet you can take them, can’t you?” 

“Yeah, I can, so please fuck me, Sannie,” you desperately agreed, your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing, veiny pink cocks just asking to be shoved deep inside you.

“Good girl. Now, open up for me, sweetheart.” San guided his cocks to your entrance, smiling at the sight of you obediently holding your thighs open for him. He pursed his lips together to let some spit drip down onto his lengths, lubing them up with his hands, before he began to slowly push into you. “That’s it…How’s that, baby?” 

“K-keep going,” you breathed out, your eyes zoned in on where your bodies met, San’s cocks slipping further and further into your heat, ready to cum just from the pleasurable stretch you began to feel. 

“Look at you, taking all of me like this,” San chimed breathlessly as he bottomed out, his cocks twitching inside you, his hands rubbing your hips affectionately. 

San was definitely in your guts. You wanted him to mix them all up like he had already done with your emotions. “I’m so full, Sannie. It’s so good.” 

San smiled sweetly, beaming with pride. He began to knead your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of himself inside you underneath his fingertips. “Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled. I’m going to move now, okay, sweetheart?” 

“Okay, Sannie,” you answered softly, reaching up to caress his cheeks, slowly guiding his lips down onto yours. You looked into each other’s wide eyes for a second before your irises disappeared under your equally heavy eyelids, breathing yourselves out and taking one another in instead, melting together in a mess of carnal adoration and idyllic purity.  

And, just like that, he was fucking into you like a well-oiled machine, quick and consistent, making sure to go balls deep so you wouldn’t have to go one single second without both of his cocks rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, effectively lighting your insides ablaze. Groaning into your open mouth, he broke the kiss to express, almost drunkenly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby, fits me like a glove. Like you were made for me, huh?” 

“Made just for you,” you replied against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them, only for him to press his mouth firmly back onto yours. You moaned onto his gliding sandpaper tongue when he grabbed the underside of your thighs and folded you in half, sinking deeper into your cunt, reaching places you never thought existed. 

Besides the repetitive gasps and whines San was forcing out of you with every snap of his hips, the distinct sound of your wetness could be heard squelching in between your joined sweaty bodies. San inevitably broke the messy kiss to whisper, “Hear that?” 

“Yeah, I can hear it,” you squeaked out, barely able to focus on the sound of your arousal over the sensation of being stuffed with two throbbing cocks at once, your core already strung so tightly it could snap at any second and propel you into an abyss of pleasure. 

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N, so fucking wet.” San gripped your thighs, pulling out in preparation for a deep thrust, one of his cocks accidentally slipping out all the way, allowing the other to grind along your cunt and across your clit. “Oh, fuck, I can barely stay inside, baby. It feels so hot, oh god, I might cum.” 

“Cum for me, Sannie.” You reached down and stroked his pulsing cock, causing San to toss his head back in ecstasy, your fingers slipping against his reddened, slick cockhead when ropes of hot cum shot out of it, coating your pelvis and dripping down onto your cunt. “Silly kitty, that was supposed to go in me.” 

Without hesitation, San pulled out completely and ran his fingers through the puddles of cum he left behind on your skin, eagerly slipping them into your hole and fucking the still warm liquid inside you, landing a critical hit on you with one sudden, filthy move. “There we go,” he beamed snarkily, holding his cocks and slowly pushing his cockheads back into your stretched cunt, but stopping halfway. “Are my cocks supposed to go back in you too, pretty girl? Or are you tuckered out?”  

“No, I want it, feels so good, Sannie. I love the way you make me feel.” You ran your hands down San’s back, feeling his muscles tense up against your fingertips as he pushed himself all the way back inside and got back to work, pushing his cum deeper into you, his tails occasionally brushing against your skin like a paintbrush. “Don’t stop, okay?” 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed into your ear, looking you in the eye. “I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me. Remember that? Or is my princess feeling a bit forgetful right now?” He sighed against your fragrant, warm skin, slowly lowering himself to your neck to lick, suck, and lightly bite it, marking what was his. 

“Don’t be such a tease, Sannie,” you pouted, taking ahold of his tails near the base, stroking them in an outwards direction, hearing what were going to be words come out as groans instead — ones that grew softer and more drawn out, turning into pleasured moans the more you played with with his wavering tails. “Were you going to say something, Sannie? Who’s–nngh–the forgetful one now, huh?” 

San continued to moan and gasp for air, his once intentional thrusts growing sloppier and more desperate by the second, drool starting to drip down past his glistening lips. Feeling your fingers tighten around the base of his tails, San clutched your thighs tightly, his eyebrows screwing together. “W-wait, if you do that, I’m–”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Sannie? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled, squeezing his tails and rubbing them together like you would do with his cocks, about to tease him further when something hot and thick began to pour deep inside you and coat your inner walls with white, your breath getting caught in your throat. “Oh, San, oh my god, it’s so–”

“Cumming, I’m cumming for you, Y/N,” he choked out in between grunts, lowering himself down further to press kiss after kiss onto your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth form the way you hooked your legs around his slim waist, milking him of all his love with your clenching, throbbing cunt. “Fuck, I love you…love this…love you…” 

“Love you too,” you whispered against his moving lips, your overheated body shuddering against his as you both rode out your highs, finding yourself unable to swallow the lump that had formed inside your dry throat, not choosing to swallow your following words. “Please, don't stop, Sannie. Love me again.” 

San pulled back just enough to look down at your flushed, pretty face through his wet strands of hair, his fingers resting against your jaw. “I wasn’t planning on it, Y/N.” With his ears twitching slightly, San’s pink lips curled up just enough to let his fangs slip out, his cheeks dusted with pink. “I’ll love you until it’s pouring out of you. Until you’re so full of me, of my love, that you won’t need anyone else except for me. Does that sound good?”

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[leondickrider]

fluff alphabet ౨ৎ leon s kennedy x gn!reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || working on sm leon fanfics at once ! i made this in like 20 minutes so it prolly sucks but idc!! nsfw alphabet coming soon :3

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 || fluff (obvi), not proofread or read by betas

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || deinking mentioned, none

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 || leon s kennedy mlist 🎀 @starzu

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

leon really loves just kicking back and relaxing with his s/o. after soo many life-threatening missions, he just wants to kick back on the sofa with his s/o in his arms and binge watch some tv. however, he also really loves taking they all the places they want to visit, whether it's a concert or a museum

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

everything, literally finds every inch of his s/o perfect and beautiful. but, he really loves their hands, especially if they are soft and smaller because it's the opposite of his hands that are rough from so much fighting and training. also finds their eyes beautiful, will literally hold contact for hours if he could

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

refer back to re4r how leon comforted ashley. he's really good at comforting you and will do anything to help cheer you up. 2 am emotional binge sesh? he's driving to the shoppe and buying you ice cream and frost and drizzle or syrup and sprinkles and brownie bits and cookies and and potato chips and and cheeseburgers and fries and tater tots and cheese and everything (i'm on a rlly strict diet so this is deadass just me listing foods i want rn) 5 pm cry sesh? he already has the tissues, blankets, stuffies and tear-jerking movies ready

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

in 1998, leon would dream about having a totally normal relationship with you. big suburban house, a couple kids. but after the raccoon city, he kind of changed his dreams. he still craves the normal, domestic life, but now he kinda envisions it as just you and him. not that he doesn't want kids, he just doesn't want them to be in such a dangerous world

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

i think he'd be more dominant in relationships when it comes to most things. not dominant in a weird, controlling way. but he would want his s/o to come to him before making any big decisions simply bc he probably brings home the bacon with his government paycheck. but other than financially, he's pretty passive, he really doesn't care what you do as long as you don't do like porn or like cheat

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

depends honestly; most fights he will forgive you, but sometimes he really holds it against you and just shuts you out for a while before resuming as if nothing happened. however, when he snaps and lets words he doesn't mean to get out, he will apologize so much. even if you forgive him, he doesn't believe it and will buy you everything

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

very grateful! in 1998-2013 and after vendetta specifically. he realizes that you help keep him happy pretty fast. if you're in raccoon city with him then he probably felt a lot better and more confident. (def not bc he wanted to show off in front of his partner!!) in 2004 he is soo grateful you were willing to stay with him even with the job he ended up with and with all the training he had to get. in vendetta i think that's when he might seem ungrateful cuz of his drinking.... but yeah after all that he's back to normal

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

a lot of secrets :(

mainly about work though, cuz unless you're an agent he literally cannot legally get into the details with you. he keeps secrets abt his drinking too, like you know he drinks but you don't know how much he drinks.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

yes! he became more confident in himself because like being in a relationship makes him feel like somebody wants him, so he gains sm self confidence and actually wants to be stronger so he can return home from missions !

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

i think he gets jealous pretty easily. he will get a bit jealous if a person look at you twice, or somebody flirts. but part of him thinks you deserve somebody better so he doesn't ever tell you about his jealousy, you gotta hring it up first

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

a very good kisser!! every single kiss is filled w sm love and affection and passion <3 mainly bc he doesn't really know when it will be the last kiss :(

first kiss was really special even though it was spontaneous. it was in the late hours of the night, the whole apartment dark except for the tv light. and you were slow dancing to some random song when suddenly the mood felt right and he kisses you MANSBSHH (this is based on my first kiss with my ex ....)

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he doesn't really confess first, he drops subtle hints that he has feelings for you and just gopes you catch onto his words

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

yes, going back to dream. he thinks about marriage all the time, he likes the idea of having a cute lil spouse to come home too after grueling missions

he proposes totally out of nowhere. he originally had a plan, he was going to take you on a romantic vacation before proposing to you while there. but he chickened out last second, so after several other attempts (that he backed out of last minute) he finally had enough. and then one morning he got down on one knee after buying you a ton of donuts

marriage is really good. he's such husband material. overprotective but not too overprotective. possessive but not too possessive. you know what i'm saying?

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

sticks to the classics most of the time: babe, baby, love, sweetheart, etc etc. lots of italian pet names

however when he's sweet he really branches out: sweet girl/boy, lovie, lovebug, cuddlebug, pretty

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

oh my gosh, this man is so lovey-dovey. literally heart eyes for you. but he forces himself to stay serious even thought other people easily know he's all your's. he doesn't talk much when it's just you and him, preferring to just sit silently across from you and listen to you. and that's what makes it obvious to others since normally he doesn't pay attention and always says his dad jokes or says something stupid

he expresses his feelings by like... yeah.... not being annoying i guess

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

hmm, he doesn't really like pda due to his job. he knows he has enemies who are after him, but most don't really know about you since they don't really look into that. however, when he's off work, he'll take you into cities and his hand in always on you, whether he's holding your hand, or his hand is planted on your hip/waist. just makes him feel better

he brags about you to all of his friends. chris hears about it nonstop while leon is drunk (and he sobs after bc the redfield bloodline.) "sure that looks nice on them but you know who would look better in it? my s/o." "oh, my s/o has that same necklace, i bought it for them in paris." (��)

he doesn't really care after the missions. esp if he got close to death, he is all over you the second he sees you. he doesn't care who is watching or who sees, he is literally holding you as if you were dying

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he knows whenever you are upset. doesn't even need to hear you speak. literally can just tell from your footsteps or your posture

also, he's really quiet so when you are having your moments he's able to sneak around withhout setting you off (please i get so annoyed when people are loud when i'm mad)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

yes

he will do everything to make his s/o happy

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

it really depends on your goals. if your goal is to become famous on onlyfans (aimed) then he probably wouldn't really help cuz well why would he?

he believes in you to an extent, he's brutally honest sometimes so... yeah... if you're dumb he will tell you that you're dumb (in a nice way) but he tries his best to support you 💀

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

there's no such thing as routine with this man other than his exercise routine 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you better than you do. this man literally buys whatever you're craving like a week before you even ask fo it. he knows exactly what album or movie or video game you're going to beg him to buy so he already got you it

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

literally his top pirority. it goes you, his friends, him. he always puts you ahead of himself in everything and values your life sm more than his own :(

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

everytime he returns from his missions, he always comes home with your favorite snack and an expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers (if you get the expensive bouquet reference jtm)

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

yes, he is so touch starved and can cuddle all day if you let him. he kisses you a lot as well

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he always carries a little polaroid of you snd him cuddles together on the sofa (taken before 1998 for draamtic effect) and just looks at it for a little bit

he also bought a small bottle of your fav purfume/fragrance and always takes it with him on missions, aweet boy :)

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

this man would literally take a bullet for you !! A BULLET !!

reblogs appreciated always ♡

i'm making a ghost ver of this as well since i love him sm !! :))

[thebladeblaster]

Reading panels like the one on the right makes me feel like Sullivan

Warning: Manga spoilers

I’m so proud of my son! Look at him! I am basic and the zero to hero story ALWAYS gets me. Iruma going from feeling like a powerless victim to ambitious young lad is so good. It’s definitely interesting how much more demon-like he becomes as the story progresses with him gaining values more like theirs while retaining vital human values. I’m very surprised how much I liked this manga. I ended up starting the anime on a whim and now I’m hooked. Out of nowhere this dude just got into my top 10 favorite protagonists.

Boy really said to Beezlebub give me my friends rn. He knows what he wants. You have a boy who’s selfless to a fault learning to think for himself ooh. This is something that’s always difficult to write well and honestly I think the writer really nailed giving Iruma genuine greed (like not just the haha he eats a lot) without making him unlikable. Him getting Soi out of his shell was great. His newfound confidence and ambition allows him to get through to him which ultimately helps Soi be happy with his classmates.

I almost hollered at him showing pride. It’s very specifically not the toxic kind but rather the kind that keeps you honest. AKA not compromising and taking the easy road. Also Iruma is taking an action that will not only make the club stand out but him too and this doesn’t bother him at all unlike during the original event. There’s some earlier instances but I just got done binging the manga so the most recent instance is the one that’s on my mind.

I feel like if handled by a lesser writer than adding these traits to Iruma could have made him unlikable but it’s the opposite here. Like I love Iruma now more than ever. I want nothing but the best for him. He’s growing up so much. It shows how traits that are generally portrayed as almost always a negative thing can be good for someone in moderation.

This was some king shit. What a legend. He really just BTFOed the despair based ideologies in a few sentences. This kid has suffered through a lot and is going to do something about it.

He becomes one to jump to fight without hesitation when there’s danger rather than avoiding danger at all costs. Like before he would try just talking but he’s much more willing to throw hands now and I’m all for it.

Sullivan’s monologue here got me. Like this is me. This is how I feel.

Also they are his real family and there���s no buts about it. Sometimes a family is a grandpa, his butler, and a child.

[running-with-kn1ves]

A/N: Here's a little comfort thang for all my revenge bedtime procrastination buds going through their tumblr rn. I am so exhausted ya'll.

CW: Yandere themes, potential murder, drabble.

You're awake. It's past midnight, maybe 1AM. Maybe even close to 2. Your friends are gone, and not just for the night; it was, of your desperate hope, the last time you'd see them. The warm body behind you made sure of that. It pressed deeper against you, the ridges of a familiar stomach and chest leaning deep against your back, fingers smooth like water gliding up your hip, dipping to your waist, pulling your hair back from your neck. The night proved all you needed to know-- that this would be your last reunion.

No words needed to be exchanged, no spits of insults or creepy attempts to calm you with affection and smothering, tongued kisses. You saw it on your... "partner's" face. The jealousy, the rage-- the passive-aggressive jabs earlier in the night that just turned straight into aggressiveness. The snurks and vicious smiles that shot from across the room anytime you smiled, laughed, or acknowledged an inkling of a word someone other than your soulmate had produced. You were being hunted, being tested, with your friends only mildly put off-- not aware of the dangerous game they were playing whenever they tried to catch your attention, to act like a friend. Tonight was what you needed to see to know that your loved ones weren't safe as long as the body behind you was still warm.

If you didn't have the power of persuasion, and months of practice in calming down a creature that could turn at the drop of a hat, your friends might've been dead before they left your home. But your sacrifice, your lying awake on this night, misery swimming in your head as your body instinctively relaxed to the gentle touch, had proved that you kept them safe. That your life would always hang in limbo, the rest of it likely to be a very lonely existence as long as you remained fitted against a beast that liked to play with its food-- its lover.

"mm'n... I love it when it's just the two of us. So quiet, just your heart beating against my ear."

How could you sleep, praying you'd never see another acquaintance or old schoolmate in the grocery store while your lover was in earshot? You held more than just your own life in your hands, and it was terrifying. The trickles of fingernails gliding down your back with patterned ease usually lulled you to sleep, the tickle so soft it left you feeling airless. But you had laid here for two hours already, sending feverish prayers and sweating against the sheets as your paranoia got the best of you. The beast was happy now, but what would be next to set it off, to make it lash out at you, to draw you into a corner and decide you weren't behaving well enough to keep around anymore? You loved projects, to take home abandoned things and give them the safety they've never found before. it's just too bad it doesn't work that way with people.

A hand reached around to turn off the lamp beside you, deciding it was tired of teasing its victim. You enjoyed the momentarily release. Not long however, you received a suffocating bear hug from behind that tugged and pulled you snug against the heat radiating upon your neck. Soft, hot breaths, in line with your own helped fill the soundless night. You focused on those breaths, of in and out. Each of your own was tight and a little too late on the release, trying desperately to doze into unconsciousness.

[bokettochild]

I am so conflicted rn

on one hand:

Fable giving Legend little forehead kisses

Fable swooping the vet off of his feet and peppering him with kisses in front of people until he blushes

Legend just leaning against her because she's warm and strong and safe and her magic will react faster than he can to danger

Legend trailing after Fable like a puppy, sitting on the arm of her throne while she's doing business, staying beside her, attending formal events, not to help, because goddesses know she can handle it herself, but just to be with her

Fable refusing to burden Legend with official duties but still feeling safe to rant around him and listen to him make fun of her political enemies to help her calm down

Fable getting defensive and jealous around Legend's many admirers

the castle staff just all agreeing that the hero is basically the queen's arm candy now, and he seems happy that way

On the other hand:

Legend comparing Fable to their mother

The two curling up together on one of their beds after a long day and complaining

Legend teasing and pulling her hair (like brothers do) and her tweaking his ears in revenge

Fable teasing him about his many admirers

Legend getting fussy about boys looking at his sister

Both of them scolding each other whenever the other goes into danger

Fable patching Legend up and fussing at him

Legend telling Fable about their commoner family members and Fable telling Legend about their noble family members

Legend helping Fable when she's tired of her work by taking over anything he understands how to do

Both of them dealing with the eyes of the world on them expecting the royal twins to be something great

the pressure of being the first Prince of Hyrule crushing legend's shoulders, but fable helping him handle it

The fact remains that I see their dynamic shifting so much if he's her lover and not her brother, and both are such beautiful ideas in my head but also.....zhsvdzhwsvhwhcvshcs!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[sapphicdib]

Your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?

(ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ)

SO THIS IS MY INV VS SAINT AU!! It started as a shitpost and uh. Spiralled. Out of control. And now it’s genuine lol.

Enot and Saint are basically mortal enemies, and Saint needs to get Enot OUT OF THE CYCLES in order to continue his work, because this damn horny bastard won’t stop hunting him down…for some reason. Isn’t ascension the greatest gift you can bestow upon the creatures suffering in this barren wasteland? At least Saint thinks that. Inv, on the other hand, does not.

Enot stumbles upon Pebbles while passing through the silent construct, trying to find food one day. He takes a liking to this half-dead pink toaster, bringing him scraps of fabric as blankets and lanterns, and the best part…talking to him. Inv, somehow, can talk to iterators. And despite Pebbles’ very limited ability to reply, he does appreciate the company, and slowly the cycles become less agonizing. Pebbles has a friend. However, when Saint finds him, his immediate reaction is to attempt to ascend him—and he is tackled by a very angry slugcat, hissing and spitting at him in defence of its friend.

When Saint attempts to ascend him, he misses, just barely clipping Enot’s tail and glitching him half-out of reality. He then realizes, to his horror, that his karma seems to be draining. Whatever the hell this thing is, it’s dangerous, and Saint retreats to restore his karma (and heal some of the nasty wounds Enot gave him).

Inv turns back to see Pebbles, staring at him in pure fear, before he simply whispers out a “Thank…you…”. And that’s when Inv makes it his mission to save Pebbles (and everyone else) from Saint.

This leads to Inv running around the map, hot on Saint’s heels, trying to get any and all the iterators to figure out a way to get off their damn strings and LIVE again! Most of them are collapsed or semi-collapsed, so it’ll be an uphill battle, but when a glitchy, teleporting slugcat with the ability to speak tells you to do something…you’d be kinda inclined to do it.

Anyways the reason Enot can’t be ascended is because he is happy to give in to every single one of the great taboos. Wrath, Lust, Friendship, Gluttony, and Self Preservation. He revels in them. And if he can help the others experience them, and become happy with living again, they’ll be immune too! Also he is ridiculously OP to the point of him basically just having DevTools active because I think it’s Funny. He can glitch-teleport and drains the karma of beings around him. He also talks super casually and I think it’s funny.

A little bit of their dynamic hehe:

“Hey, pal!”

“I would like you to stop calling me that, please. You may call me the Saint.”

“Ahah. Not happening.”

“You are incredibly disrespectful.”

“Hey man, I’m not the one calling myself a saint but then running around killing shit and acting like it’s a good thing.”

“You use such vulgar words. I ascend beings, freeing them from the torment of these endless cycles. It is my purpose.”

“Even the ones who don’t want to go? Bro, you don’t even ask. The last robot you almost merked was screaming “no wait” at you, and you still think you’re in the right here? You’re not some kind of righteous saint, that’s called being a fuckin’ serial killer.”

“You do not understand what you are talking about!”

“Whoa, buddy! Are you gettin’ mad? Ain’t that…a lil taboo? PFFT look at your face!”

“I am not tolerating this any longer. Goodbye.”

That’s all I can think of rn! Send asks if you like!

[shima-draws]

Now that I've had time to Absorb mentally. Several things.

-Luffy going from overeating to swearing off eating entirely. Homie that CANNOT be good for you. And the fact that he's willing to not eat unless it's Sanji's food...that's so. INCREDIBLY significant. Bc it's been very clearly established how much Luffy LOVES food. His stomach is literally a black hole. Eating gives him strength and makes him happy. He enjoys food so much he steals it off other people's plates. He's so impatient when it comes to meals that he'll sneak into the kitchen to try and mooch before it's ready. And now he's refusing all that...for Sanji. He's going to sit there and starve himself, even though he doesn't like being hungry, even though food is one of the most important things to him, even though he has a CHOICE to eat and he CAN eat but he's not going to because it's not food Sanji made for him. The fact that food is such a central part of Luffy's character and who he is, and that we know he never does anything he doesn't want to do, it just makes me. GODDD. Why is he like this why are they like this I'm insane

-THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY DID THE MONTAGE OF ALL THEIR MEMORIES TOGETHER. JESUS CHRIST. That was a low blow. And also the gayest shit I've ever seen. Yeah let's just drive it in even further how important these two are to each other and how much it's tearing them both apart that Sanji's leaving by showing all their wonderful moments together. I was literally full on SOBBING at this point. Fucking RUDE smh

-Sanji being SO self sacrificial makes me want to cry I CANNOT with him rn,, It's to the point where he feels like he can't even rely on his nakama because he just wants to protect them. Like he could have easily told them what was going on. But he decided he'd chase them away, for their own safety, because Zeff's already in danger and Sanji can't risk losing his crew too. He couldn't bear to see any of them get hurt by the family that's been tormenting him for years. So he hurts HIMSELF by pushing them away. He loves them so so much that he's willing to cut ties with them completely and make them hate him so that they'll stay SAFE. GOD. Except Luffy sees right through that act bc he knows Sanji too well 😭 The fact that even Nami didn't realize that Sanji was just trying to protect them makes me so emo she really did think he'd been lying to them all along...GIRL have more faith in your nakama!!

-Luffy refusing to give up on Sanji, not ever, I'm going to explode, that is HIS nakama HIS cook and he won't stop until he can bring him home. BASHING my head against the wall

-Also I already talked about The Line in my last post but here I'll share my tags

I need to be put down I think I am so unwell rn

[mysticalsoot]

dadbur hc's to feel something

a/n; I am struggling to write full fledged fics rn so I let the brainrot win and I've now done...this. don't ask. also, thank you to lilly and elliot for decided what hc's I was meant to write, y'all are awesome and I love you both dearly<3

warnings; not much!! mentions of pregnancy, health issues (just general idea), pain mentions, this may worsen baby fever, sorry not my fault, blame wilbur.

reader is gn but in some cases afab!! (it's optional to read those parts, dw!)

masterlist (requests are open btw!)

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- absolutely hated children as a teen and early 20-something

- babysat one baby of his friends and it was over for him

- absolutely adored that little baby and nearly cried when he had to leave them

- now as a husband, he wanted a kid so bad

- constantly gushing when he passes by baby shops or just melts when he sees a baby

- horrible baby fever. sorry to you.

- won't ever push the issue, but still mentions it and communicates clearly that he does want kids but he especially wants kids with you. heart melted

- if you don't want kids at the moment, he will absolutely respect that and will definitely do his best to shut up during bouts of baby fever

- I mean how could he not!! they're so adorable!!

- once you do actually have a kid, regardless of what way—he's doing anything and everything he can to prepare.

- he's buying parenting books; how to create healthy habits with your baby, how to raise a compassionate child, what to do and what not to do when becoming a parent

- he bought soo many baby outfits and onesies—all the way up to a year old. even grabbed some premie sizes, just in case.

- the nursery was set up almost immediately, a nature theme. he suggested a Minecraft theme but you shot that down immediately. there was pouting involved.

- but, you came to a compromise; dark green walls, light yellow accents, browns, etc. you even let him make Minecraft bees out of those wooden blocks and you thought they were the cutest thing ever. there were also stuffies of Minecraft animals scattered on shelves and on furniture. (please take Amazon away from this man, it's so dangerous).

- in the case of pregnancy; he was very insistent on being sure that both baby and you were in perfect health. and he never let you do more than he thought was appropriate.

- dishes? nope that's a father's job. going down the stairs? right by your side, watching your every step and yes, will make you hold his hand.

- to most others he was overbearing—but he was always like that and the whole pregnancy thing just enhanced it

- Wilbur is anxious and he never does well with medical or health things at all, his mind constantly running wild with various possibilities. it was scary for him.

- so yes, you'd get off dish nights and would be chaperoned down the stairs.

- but he also made sure you had your medicine on time, he documented every pain and complaint you had.

- he had already learnt the face you made when you were in any sort of pain—so he was right on top of it almost immediately.

- asking what hurt, what number of pain, how he could help, etc.

- he is an absolute sweetheart all of the time, but his softness was brought out by the entire experience.

- when the baby was born, or rather adopted—whichever way it happened—he cried. he cried a lot.

- he held the little one so gently, but so tightly in his arms

- he was insistent to not push gender roles onto the kiddos, but he did have two names picked out for a boy or a girl (or rather you picked them out and he agreed with them before you told him the reasoning)

- Willow for a girl and Spencer for a boy

- you didn't tell him until after the name was finalized that both options were after him

- he was so flustered and jokingly scolded you, but in reality, he loved it

- he felt so happy and so proud

- so joyful that you felt he was worthy enough to indirectly name a child after him, your child, his child.

- he was an absolute sweetie to the little one, and they took very quickly to him as well—immediately grasping onto his fingers as soon as they had the ability and cooing any time they saw him

- it melted his heart each and every time and it never stopped

- when the little one was older, they often took up the habit of grabbing at his hair or his glasses and sometimes his ears

- you found it to be the cutest thing ever and so did he he cried almost every time

- they absolutely adored their father, and if you didn't know better, you'd say they liked him better than you!

- when it came time to go back to work, to back to gigs and shows with Lovejoy

- Wilbur took off two weeks of work entirely beforehand, just to spend with you and the little one

- obviously he'd been on some sort of break since the baby was born/adopted/etc, but he still did things here and there, streamed a couple of times, went into the studio occasionally, etc

- but now that he was going to be physically gone a lot more, he knew he had to spend it wisely. and wisely did he spend it.

- most of the time was spent lying in bed with you on one side, him on the other and the baby lying on their back between you too.

- you'd both coo at them, tickle them, and talk to them

- oh did Wilbur love to sing to them, anything at all!

- he even came up with a few lullabies for them

- you'd watch from the door of the nursery as he'd rock them to sleep, humming a tune or singing the lyrics he came up just for them

- it killed you and totally didn't make you want another

- he was overall the sweetest father, and it became more evident when he had to leave for a while

- he'd call every morning, lunch and dinner as long as he didn't have anything

- and he would be so so sure that it was that time for you, it didn't matter what time it was for him as long as it was that time of day for you and his little baby

- he may have FaceTimed you and the baby during a few soundchecks, shh don't tell Dave!

- he would smile so big at the camera and wave at your little one

- he'd show them off to his band mates and they'd all coo at the little one, talking about how much alike they look like you and wilbur

- you personally thought they looked most like their father, his eyes, lips, ears. they might as well have been a spitting image of him! you looked at baby photos too

- Wilbur, on the other hand, begged to differ. he was very very insistent they looked just like you and nothing like him.

- it was most likely perception and bias that caused you both to think this way, but neither of you really cared all that much

- on days he couldn't call, for whatever reason, sometimes you'd play one of his old streams on the TV.

- the little one always responded to his voice and it seemed to calm them, usually into a sleep

- so just chatting streams and ycgma were go tos for sleepless nights lovejoys stuff kept them up and giggling

- when he was there for sleepless nights, he'd walk them around in his arms and talk about the most random things until they fell asleep

- he even offered to baby wear a lot more than most fathers did

- he just wanted to be close to them, and it always gave you a break, so he thought it'd be a double deal

- and it was! you'd get your nap, and so did the baby and Wilbur would just be gushing over his little one a few tears always shed

- he would sit with the baby on his leg when he was at his desk working, one arm snaked around them and his other on his mouse or keyboard

- at first, working was very cumbersome with the kiddo but he eventually found a work flow that worked and bouncing them on his knee helped keep things calm

- you were both hesitant to show your child on the internet and you didn't for a very long time, while people knew of them, it wasn't like photos were posted or they showed up on stream

- until, when the kiddo was about 2 or 3, they decided they missed their daddy and went running into the office when you weren't looking (I'll be using Willow as an example)

"Daddy!" Willow yelled or rather screamed out in that typical toddler way, running over to her dad's office chair.

She didn't know her father was live or working and she was much too young to understand it anyway—and the color drained from Wilbur's face when he realized. It was much too late now, chat was already spamming "Dadbur?!?" and "Baby Gold!!!"

Willow did her best to climb the side of her dad's chair before he sighed, a big smile on his face and he lifted her up by her armpits and placed her on his knee, first facing him so the camera didn't see.

"You wanna be on camera, sweetie?" He asked, realizing now how much trouble he may get in with you—but the giggle from his daughter and the smile on her face was so worth it, he didn't care.

"Yeah! Yeah!" And so he turned her around to face his PC and the camera.

"Wave to chat, lovebug!" He snaked his arm around her waist and waved with his own hand, his head dipped down to watch her. He had the softest, most loving smile on his face. He loved his little girl so so much, and he knew how it showed.

Willow waved and giggled, "Hi chat!!" and chat began spamming; "Baby Gold, hi!!" and "WILLOW!!"

It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

And he desperately hoped he wouldn't get in too much trouble.

He spent the rest of the stream talking to chat, but mostly looking at his little girl as he conversed with her.

- it was over by then, and the little kiddo would make an appearance as much as you would allow

- and you were far from angry—you cried when you saw the clips—you were just frustrated he didn't go to you first yet you realized, he couldn't. your kid was much too like his father and much much too like you. stubborn and energetic.

- they only got more sassy and opinionated as they grew, and they most definitely became a spitting image of wilbur

- maybe #2 would look more like you

- oh, and don't let him wear plain tshirts unless you want more kids, that's all I'm saying

tags; @lillylvjy @lvrboysoot (if you want to be on a taglist thing, just send an ask and I'll add you!)

[suguru-getos]

Wane | Yandere Hawks x f!Reader |

A/n: Posting one of my old works in my previous account, and also one of my absolute favorites. I was searching for this fic so bad but thank fuck this one got so much interaction I had to google the title and found it. So happy rn!

Summary: You finally got the chance to escape Hawks, after planning & plotting for months. But the SWAT-trained hero is trained for everything. Even this.

Warnings: Yandere themes, Guilty Keigo, MDNI, drugging, threatening, mentions of non-con, victim-blaming, emotional manipulation, swearing, use of quirk(feathers) as a weapon, blood, cuts, delusionality, hallucinations.

Keigo was asleep, to be more precise... You carefully put 6 sleeping pills on yesterday's dinner for him. You couldn't look very nervous or on edge. Keigo had promised to trust you once he broke you with his insecurity that you'd leave. You could see he was trying his best, considering you weren't very good at cooking & he ate it and called it 'immaculate'. You didn't feel bad though, more like you didn't let yourself feel bad for doing that to him. You were a person of sane mind, unlike his twisted one. You were doing this because you needed to live free, not caged.

Keigo could feel the haziness of the downers, yawning and his wings droopy. They dragged against the floor carelessly as he stretched his arms. He was wearing his joggers, just his grey joggers. If he was someone you truly loved? You could've drooled for his toned & sculpted abs easily. His lean, powerful well-built physique & beautiful carved back muscles because of his excellent swordsmanship. You knew how dangerously strong he was. Being the #2 hero wasn't a feat any wonted individual could achieve. Especially when you were one of the ill-fated ones that were quirkless. The world of quirks and powers seemed all the more gleaming. "All the more reason that you stay under my wing, am I right babe?" Keigo's words echoed in your head. No, NOT all the more reason to stay under his wing. Fucking bastard— He would do anything to get you to obey him. To crush you under the weight of being quirkless.

You leaned against the headboard, looking at him with your eyes filled with love and admiration just as he wants to see it. He wants you to look at him like he's the only one for you. Like he's carved perfection and you're grateful for him. Someone ordinary like you is bestowed with the love of a hero. Not just any hero... Pro hero Hawks! He feeds you, clothes you, gets you all your favorite little trinkets... It should be the least you can do. Keigo made it pretty clear several times when he's had you against the wall with your wrists pinned to the sides. Predatory pupils slit and widen as he says every word with an eerie pause and smile. "Don't push, my, limits. Sweetie." You won't. Not when his freely falling feathers roam around your body in circles as he clicks his tongue when you've done something wrong. Not when his huge, crimson wings cover your line of sight when he's talking. Never. You are better than that. Your survival instincts are better than that.

He walked over to you, smiling softly and towering over your form. You could almost cut his fingers off if you could, the way they brushed against the sides of your body, slid under your cami, and touched everything he shouldn't be touching. Everything he had no right to even look at. He gently kissed your clothed nipple, heavily sleepy lashes fluttering at you. "I love you, you fucking sexy thing" Normally, this indicated that you are to be folded in the nearest counter, or his study, or over the couch and fucked until you couldn't take it. Until your body would give out. You can't really complain because the after-care almost makes you delude yourself into thinking that Keigo actually loves you. Pathetic, you are truly pathetic at times. But not now, now you had a plan, an escape plan.

You tried not to flinch, not to overreact, and not to be too good as well. He was a genius after all. Little differences like these always reminded you of his Hawk gaze towards your actions. You gulped and leaned in to kiss his cheek. There, soft and easy. Not too much so he thinks you're plotting something. You need to be perfectly balanced between reluctance and love.

The rest of the night followed you like a dream come true. There was no shoving of his member, girthy member tearing you apart. There was no sign of his voice that hurt your ears like molten glass.

You laid your head against his chest, not minding being cocooned by his wings. If you did love him, you'd find them warm, soft & comfortable. Soothing even— but they make you claustrophobic. You despise him & his quirk. Every single cell in your body detests his quirk 'Fierce Wings'. For they were truly fierce, truly merciless and ruthless. They gave him powers you'd never want a monster like him to have. He knows enough from a single feather. A red little soft thing lying around. Enough to even know the slightest difference in your breathing. No amount of surveillance cameras could ever beat that.

You couldn't be hasty at all, it was weirdly torturing... Laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, all wide-eyed & waiting for him to fall deep into his slumber. It was truly said... Time turns the slowest when you want the unbearable to pass. Hawks was unbearable, truly insufferable. If he isn't fully asleep, the slightest difference in your movements would disrupt him. All thanks to Fierce Wings, his pathetic god-forsaken quirk.

You couldn't track the time, a lot of thoughts hovered in your mind. How will you escape, when should you escape, where will you run off to? The most feasible solution seemed like a Pro Hero's agency. You could run off to one of the top heroes— no, what if they don't help you. What if they call Hawks & tell him everything! Honestly, after witnessing the #2 hero be such a fatal jerk, your belief system was shaken. Maybe you should go for the heroes who have lower ranks. Maybe in the thirties or forties. No, what if they tell Hawks because of the popularity he can get them... It could boost their rank easily. Should it be something you're willing to play with? God— it was so difficult. Too many options to play with, too many cons. Just a single pro, freedom. You were willing to bet everything on it either way.

Your eyes wandered off to his face, his lovely neutral, peacefully asleep face. He definitely looked like he was sculpted by the gods. The eye markings, the blonde fluffy hair, the stubble that made him look just a tad older. He was just 23 after all. Part of you was in awe of him when you first met because of it. Because of how fast he climbed up the hero ladders and was now the #2 hero. Granted he didn't talk much about his quirk, he thought you were snooping around. He was slow to trust. You wished you didn't meet him at all, you wished you weren't swayed by his unending charisma. Earlier, before he kidnapped you and kept you hostage after hearing you wanted to go on a date with some guy... He used to chuckle and pat your head, "Don't be so nosey birdie. It's just a quirk." Whenever you asked anything. His laugh almost felt believable, his friendship felt believable.

Finally, after what felt like ages, you sneakily got up. Twirling and twisting very carefully to get yourself out of the pro's grip. It was like walking on eggshells, your heart was racing dramatically. If he wasn't sedated, it was enough for him to ask you about it. "What's got your heart all racy, babe? Do you love daddy that much huh?" No, bastard. I don't- I don't love you. I will never love you. I will kill you-

After successfully landing on your feet, your shivery palm patted your chest. How pitiful, you were doing one of the tactics he taught you when you couldn't stop crying. To gently pat your chest and breathe. Completely ignoring what made you lose it in the first place, completely ignoring what made you sob with ragged breaths. It was him, he had just sent your best friend to jail. Wrongly accusing him of murder. The league had a part in this, now that you live with him. You think his villainy contacts had a part in that shattering, traumatic experience. Of course, he still won't accept that your friend; who was also about to be your boyfriend after you'd ask him out... Was in fact, innocent. "I'm so sorry, little bird. Part of me is kinda glad in a way you know? I took you under my wing before that leech of a bastard could have his hands on you."

You needed to calm yourself down. Breathe— you need to breathe. Now is not the time to torment yourself with haunting memories of the past. Maybe you can get out of this hell-hole forever. Yes! Look on the bright side y/n. The bright side where his talons can't reach you.

You stared at him with utter disgust, some of it was also for your own self. You won't accept it ever, won't accept that his monstrous, manipulative self was able to earn a soft spot in your heart sometimes. Whenever he came home injured, saving people. You could almost feel pity for him. Whenever he took a leave from his work to religiously take care of you when you were down with a fever, you could almost say you were flattered and in awe. Fuck that, you'd choose your freedom over anything else. Even hell must have its perks on some days. Keigo was attentive to you, made you feel heard & seen more than anyone else, you'd give him that. But he also broke you, shattered your body and mind like no one else could. You'd never forgive him for that.

You tiptoed away from the California king-sized bed, the master bedroom that you were forced to share, and towards the outer segment of the house. The first thing you needed was to drink some water. Bubbling anxiety had made you parched. Stop turning back and checking up on him again and again y/n! He is not awake. Stop wasting time!

After downing the whole glass of water, you sighed in relief. you did feel better. Just a bit. But it was enough to keep your mind sane, & that's all you needed to escape. You've been planning it for months, making mental notes of everything you need to take with you to leave, notes of how sometimes Keigo drugged you when you became a little over bearable and kept it on the highest shelf that was locked. How the key went back to one of his pockets as you lost consciousness. It was hard to steal the key, it usually was in his khaki pants. Starting to do the laundry for him seemed like the perfect option. Every single day, you lost hope. Every single day the key wasn't in there... But you waited diligently like one waits for their prayers to be answered... Waited for Keigo to be careless. And one day, he was...

Keigo wasn't big on cash. Never... You couldn't possibly steal his card either. That would be the epitome of dumbness. You could sell the jewelry he bought you. But with all of them having his initials, feathery design; it was safe to say that they were all designers. Maybe some low-class peddler would give you the not-so-right amount for them. Worth it!

You took all the necessary things you could, the jewels gifted by him that you hated were being put to good use now. You can't bother to change clothes when the question is of life and death after all. You rushed out of the house, the lock needed to have meddled with just right. You didn't know the passcode, even after months of being with Keigo. He wasn't dumb enough to keep it something like your birthday, or the day you met. They changed frequently as soon as he saw you eyeing him as he returned from work. The next day, it was a different code. You can't even put to words, the defeat that coursed through your veins all these months when you tried the previous night codes the next morning after he was gone for work. That fucking pathetic sly fucking- Bastard... Suits him to be flaked out like that. Suits him to be left alone like that.

You opened the door, closed it, and changed the code from outside. A funny parlor trick for that piece of shit. Even though you knew that the reason he likes his nest sky high is the windows. You walked, one step, two steps, three steps... And then you ran. Covering your face up, even though you knew he could recognize you instantly from the cameras, you ran.

You reached outside, panting and supporting yourself with your palms on your knees. It felt, good. Momentarily though, because you had a lot to do, but it felt good. You were thankful that Hawks kept you hidden. No one truly recognized you. You were as normal as any other person.

What you didn't and couldn't expect that the SWAT-trained hero woke up minutes after you left. He had an achingly dry mouth, side effects of sleeping with 6 of the sleeping pills. Everything around him felt dizzy, he couldn't focus on anything. He was hazy, drowsy- Wait! Where were you?

His pupils pinned in sheer panic and rage, mighty wings stretching and puffing up and hundreds of feathers leaving at once, scattering throughout the house and shattering the window glass, flying outside. "Fucking hell- you fucking pathetic slut." Keigo's rage was knowing no bounds. You betrayed him, he trusted you. He thought you were making progress, you betrayed him. You betrayed him, you betray-

You kept walking, looking around everywhere suspiciously & trying to ignore the burning anxiety in your chest. You'd soon find a cab y/n. Don't fret about it, you'll find a cab & it'll be over. You'll be far, far away from this place. Maybe today was the last time you saw his face.

Keigo on the other hand, was going feral. Impatient and feral and desperate for your presence. The rage inside him was soaring by each passing moment. "Wait until I find you y/n. Just wait." He growled under his breath, feathers picking up inhumane speed to scan the whole vicinity of the neighborhood.

His jaw slacked when he found you, teeth grinding against each other aggressively enough to seem it would unhinge his jaw. His heart was racing too, not in a good way. The panic he felt was like nothing else. He hasn't felt this vulnerable, this defeated, this betrayed. He had no time for playing games, he wanted to fly there himself and bring you back. Not when all his feathers are out, hunting for his prey.

Maybe a little prey and predators game won't hurt. He needs to remind you that he's here. He's always going to be here. A single red plume found its way around the nape of your neck. God— His rage was overriding his logic. He wants to slit your throat for betraying him. He wants to slit the driver's throat for trying to take you away. No, a civilian. He's a hero, he can't do that to a civilian who's doing his job. His job of taking you away! Damn it! No- still his job. No-

The feather skimmed across your neck, caressing your skin softly. That was it, that was the moment. You froze in place, the driver looking at you awkwardly for instructions as to where you'd go. "Listen, girl, it's late. Do you want to go or not?" He was getting testy. Of course, you had no words of your own, they fell deep into despair and darkness. The crippling fear of what's going to happen to you now was enough to veto everything else. Even your breathing. It grew ragged, shallow, and hoarse. Only this time Keigo won't feel pity for your so-called fearful panic attacks.

He smirked, having you realize how frail & pathetic you are was step number one. Getting the driver to leave in confusion was done by your fear. Good, at least you saved him an impulsive kill. "But— but— the dose—" you whimpered, shivering and watching the red plume dance in front of your eyes. It revolved around you, having turned pointy & knife-like. It reminded you of how powerful Hawks really was. A single feather was enough to kill your worthless, quirkless self. It was also enough to destroy any confidence you had in yourself as well.

Soon, other feathers joined, they all rotated around you as if it was Hawks himself sizing you up. They acted on his will after all. You didn't move an inch, your feet went cold, your spine went cold. You knew there was no running from this. Suddenly, one of them sliced your forearm with a cut. "AH-" your hand reflexively touched the area of impact, witnessing horrifying red. Then came another just below the apple of your cheek. You flinched and whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. Your shaky legs began to move. You needed to run. Keigo wanted you to run, he already has begun with his ways.

Your panic had already made your legs heavy to lift, but you ran. Ran back towards the penthouse with the feathers chasing you, slashing through your supple skin at every contact they could find. Part of wanted to scream & shout for help, but you knew Keigo would kill both you and whoever stepped up for it. Your lungs were burning, your feet were cramping from the sudden, unprepared run. Your body was crying from the tormenting cuts of the feathers on your chest, shoulder, waist, forearm, back, calves.

You were reduced to a pathetic mess, a panting, crying mess & yet you knew that he was just getting started. His rage was cold, brutal even. You wanted this to be over, you kept going back until you reached the elevator. Bloodied, shivery fingers staining the button you hastily pressed for the top floor. "Shit- shit- Keigo, please—" you kept begging throughout your way as the elevator went up. You knew he could hear you, the false hope of him feeling pity for you was all you clutched onto. Until you saw him sitting on the couch of the drawing-room...

"Welcome home, sweetie." He never looked so terrifying. You thought you have seen the worst of him, this was something else. His pupils were almost shinny at the lamplight beside him. The golden rings mirrored his rage so well. You were cowering in fear. Almost enough to feel like throwing up. "Please, I'm sor—"

"Ah ah ah, not a word." The icy tone of his voice racked through your veins. All the odds were against you. Everything was against you. He got up, spreading his wide wings in front of you with one flap. The sound of it and him taking a step near you made you impulsively step back.

"You're a very good runner I must say." He walked towards you, thumb inching closer and wiping the blood off the cut on your face. You flinched at his touch but didn't dare lean away from him. You don't need any more trouble than you're already in. "What if... We give those pretty legs a looooonnng rest." His cold smirk met your blanched face. "Yeah?" He licked a strip of your blood, enjoying the loud sound of your heart racing at his every action.

"Listen, Keigo, please. Please I'm sorry I'm just- I'm really sorry I won't ever- I won't ever I promise I swear on"

He rolled his eyes, quite irritated with how swiftly you spitted out your defenses. His hand positioned in your head gently, ironic with his behavior as he leaned in and subtly brushed his lips against yours. It was sickly twisted, it was giving you hopes to latch onto again. Maybe if he's kissed me this softly, I can vouch for forgiveness. I can—

The rest happened too quick for you to decipher. The gentle hold on your head turned into a clasping, ruthless pull onto your hair, tugging your head back as his kisses rose in fervor, muffling your painful whimpers against his tongue. Two of his versatile feathers slit your Achilles tendon, rendering you off balance with a scream that tore apart from the depths of your throat, lavishly, hungrily eaten by him.

You'd fall down, if not for Keigo's sudden grip onto your waist. The kiss made you bleed now, his canines dug into the soft flesh of your inner lips. The moment Keigo left you, you fell down like a used rag on the bloodied floor. To say that the cuts that Keigo gifted you weren't deep would be an understatement. You were bleeding too much, way too much. Maybe he wanted you to be weaker, to not be able to walk & to be pale, weak, and dependent.

He sat down on the couch, raising a brow. "What? Told ya your pretty legs need some rest didn't I?" Your heels were also bleeding, it was messy, painful & humiliating to look at him. "I think maybe, we should play a little game. It would be called, Y/N is stupid..." he deadpanned, unforgiving towards your broken body. You've had enough, you were bleeding enough. Enough for everything to turn hazy, enough for you to see black spots in your vision, enough to make whatever Keigo's saying echo as you lost your mind to nothing-ness.

"It'll consist of me punishing you for breaking my trust, cheating on me like that. And we'll play this game again & again until I get bored." Keigo daunted, furrowing brows when he couldn't see the desired fear into his eyes with his statement. His rage was clouding his vision as well, clouding it enough for him to not notice the damaging slashes onto your body.

You fell onto the floor with a thud, limp, almost lifeless. "Tch, weakling." He cursed under his breath, finally the fog of his rage lifting at the sudden thought of your health. He got up, scooping you in his arms & calling a doctor. Of course, it was an HPSC hired physician, he needs to keep his mouth shut about Hawks' new torture shenanigan. He patched you up, gave him a warning about too much blood being lost and the impending weakness of your body after, chances of you being Anemic & left. Keigo would've turned a blind eye to it thinking you deserve it, if not for the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was guilt. He hasn't done much to you, he should've done more. He's not satisfied, he's not sure you've learned your lesson. Besides, you'd recover, right? Why is he feeling guilty for doing that to you when you trampled upon him always. Rejected him always!

He sat on the edge of the bed, wings that held so much power faltering at the vulnerability. His hand reached to cup your face, thumb trailing over the band-aid on your cut. "Why can't you just love me?" His voice was low, barely even a whisper. It felt as if his little self came back to him, staring at what he did, staring at Keigo, judging him.

She's just like mom, isn't she? She hates us. Is that why you did that? Little Keigo spoke to him, causing the 23-year-old pro to look at his younger self, holding the Endeavor plushie. "Nah, she loves us. She will... Love us."

Yeah, you think she won't tell you to die? Like mom did to me so many times?

"No, she doesn't mean it. Even mom didn't mean it."

Keigo went to sleep beside you, staring at your face, thanking himself for being awake at the right time. Thanking fate for making you quirkless, the sleep inhibitors he gives you don't work for him with the same intensity either. Of course, you don't need to know that. He didn't let someone like recovery girl come and heal you, you needed to feel the pain of the wounds given to you. You need to see how nice he is going to be even when you put him through that. You'll see how supportive he'll be in helping you walk, bathe, everything. Yeah, that's how things should be... You, in awe of him. You, loving him. He's willing to try any means necessary. From tomorrow...

From tomorrow, as soon as you wake up...

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♡Tell them♡

Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Warnings: Major Character death

Summary: Pavitr has been your boyfriend for a while now, way before he even picked up the task of being of being the hero of Mumbattan. Now, he struggles with keeping his identity of being spiderman a secret.

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Pavitr has only been spiderman for six months and he finds the smiles of civilians who he has saved to be rewarding, but recently, something has been nagging him.

It's like a dreadful pit wells up in his stomach telling him that he needs to throw up, yet nothing happens.

This feeling is only present when he sees their face, (Name), his partner. He loves everything about them and he's not scared to tell it to the entirety of Mumbattan, they make him melt in every way possible by just existing. So why is he nervous around you all of a sudden?

"I'm so sorry for being late, I had….a thing?" Pavitr's voice trailed off as he couldn't think of anything to say, you laughed at his great excuse and patted the seat next to you, telling him to sit.

"It's ok, I'm happy as long as you're here." They say, looking up at the stars. Pavitr could only watch you apologetically as that feeling of dread washes over him again. "(Name), I have something to tell you." He blurted out. You turned your head to look at him, waiting for him to speak. "I….-"

"I am…-"

"I'm…sp-"

I'm spiderman.

Pavitrs' words were beginning to fail him, his throat tightened and his mouth grew dry. "Pav, are you ok?" Your gentle but concerned voice asked, your soft hands reached up to caress his face to calm him down, which worked. He let himself be calmed down by your touch. "I can't say it." The boy muttered, clearly disgruntled.

You let out a sigh, "We have all the time in the world, you can tell me when you're ready, 'kay?" Pavitr looked up at your face that held a reassuring smile, and he couldn't help but smile back in response.

"Okay…"

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As time moved on Pavitr's battles were becoming harder with each fight, and the damage became more great. More civilians were getting hurt due to his shortcomings and it was starting to get to him as more news began to demonize him.

Pavitr started to slowly push you away in the off chance that you might get hurt, your walls of text were met with an 'I'm busy' or a 'Sorry, can't talk rn' and the boy could tell that your patience was thinning with every ignored text.

He will come to regret that decision.

Pavitr was nearing his limit, his body was bruised and most likely bleeding too. "Man, I probably can't go to school tomorrow." He joked to himself, the person he was fighting had unfortunately gotten away. They had been fighting in an empty office building due to everyone already fleeing, the room was a mess and also had a gaping hole that he crashed into, can't forget that.

As the boy was about to leave, the loud sounds of bombs rang through his ears. By the time he realized it, just like his balance, the building shifted and was about to fall on the people below.

Pavitr quickly reacted and jumped from the building, swinging safely to the ground. The sound of people screaming and running away started to overwhelm his senses, in response he quickly pulled the civilians out of harm's way.

Over all the screaming, the sound of a child crying stood out. He spotted her and she looked no older than five years old, looking for her parents amidst the chaos. The building was now dangerously close to falling and she was the only one who needed saving now.

Before he could move, the sudden breeze of someone running past him made him panic. "Hey! Wait no, it's dangerous!" he yelled in a panicked state, seeing them catch up to the child. He fairly quickly caught a glimpse of their face which caused his heart to stop beating for a moment.

"(Name)..."

Once pieces of rubble began to fall to the ground, Pavitr's feet began to move on his own. He wanted to make it, he needed to. The hero's eyes were trained on you, and you only as the little girl was being carried on your back. You weren't going to make it, the fact that more rubble started to cascade down quicker with every second, and you weren't running any faster than you could.

For whatever small second was left, Pavitr could see an idea cross your mind as the both of you were running directly at one another. Before he could process it, you threw the little girl towards him and he used his web to catch her. She was now safe, but....

No

No no no no no no no no

Please no, not you…

The rumbling of architectural debris crashing down sent dust flying which covered the entire area, and all Pavitr could hear was a constant high pitched ringing in his ears. The boy ran toward what was once left of the building and desperately dug through the rubble in an attempt to find your body... half of it at least. You were barely conscious, but you still felt every bit of the immense pain.

"(Name)!' Pavitr blurted out while trying to pry you out from under the wreckage, only to be met with cries of pain. He quickly stopped when he realized this wasn't working, while he was frantically trying to scrounge up a solution you then grabbed your partner's hand. "I don't... I don't want to die." You said, gripping his hand harder, "I have to go home to my boyfriend." You finished, letting out a painful cough that caused blood to start dripping from the corners of your mouth.

"It'll be okay.. I think- I think he'd understand, because I'm sure he loved you very very much." Pavitr responded with a trembling voice, but with some of his words trailing off together in the process. He let your nails dig into his skin while tears started to stain your cheek.

"That's nice."

Pavitr could feel your grip on his arm weaken while you let out your last breath, finally slipping under the cover's of death...even if Pavitr didn't want to have to see you tucked in.

That was the night Pavitr's heart lost its other half.

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...Listen I just wanna ramble about Taliesin and Tarot Cards okay??

Spoilers for Skybound Lore "Magic and Misconduct"

The three cards Taliesin has are- The Magician, The Fool, and The Tower. The rest of the cards were lost in the crash. So these three cards *have* to be important in some way.

The magician seems obvious- Taliesin is a magician so it makes sense for them to have The Magician. As well as the fact that The Magician upright represents potential and tapping into ones talent.

What was Taliesin talking about all stream?

The fact that magic comes from someone's energy and that when a person is happy- their magic is stronger

So in a sense- "Tapping into ones talent."

Why Taliesin has The Fool is a little tricker to understand.

The fool represents new Beginnings. In a sense it symbolized the embrace of a new beginning and the willingness to take risks guided by intuition,

So maybe this place could be a new beginning for Taliesin and the others around them.

The Tower represents Danger, Crisis, Sudden change, and destruction (as well as higher learning and liberation- but for the moment I'm gonna be focusing on those first four)

The tower is also associated with falling. What's everyone afraid the islands will do?

Fall.

So, This could mean that the islands could fall into the void, (but we already knew that)

I would also like to point out that Rune and Vast were the two to pull the tower.

Who were the people trying to stop the islands from falling and fix the obelisks?

The Avicane and Vercane Factions.

Vast and Rune.

Vast has been trying to figure out a way to charge the obelisks *without* taking all of someone's magic. And While we don't know as much about the Vercane- We can assume that the Vercane has been trying to figure out a way to charge and obelisks and put the world back together without taking lives- just like what Vast is doing.

The Fool could mean that Vast finds a way to fully charge the obelisks without killing.

But- Vast pulled *The Tower* not The Fool.

The Tower is associated with falling. But when Vast pulled the Tower, she wasn't picking a card for the islands- they were picking a card for *himself*

This could mean a few things

1: Vast finds a way to fix the islands- but has to fall or sacrifice herself in some way to do it.

2: Vast can't figure out a way to fix it- and the islands fall-

3: Vast can't figure out a way to fix the obelisks without taking a life- so (in a sense) they fall back into their old ways and take someone's life and uses it to charge the obelisk

But that's just a theory- A Bird Theory!

Thanks for reading ;P

..Chat I am having so many thoughts and feelings about Taliesin lore rn

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Me before Volume 7 : I heard about Merlin Hermes. I really wanna get to that part soon.. he looks very cool. Shame I heard he gets the least screen time out of all Klein’s personas.

Me reading Vol 7 rn : MERLÍN HERMES!!! Does he get another chapter.. YES MERLIN HERMES!! Oh dear mysterious Miracle Invoker, Mr.Fully Automated Wishing Machine, the wandering magician, oh finally you have shown up. Every chapter with Merlin Hermes is pure joy. Everything about him is immaculate. Yes I am very biased.

Something about Klein having to meticulously put on masks all the time, to have to restrain many of his habits as Gehrman Sparrow, to act like a high society member (and act like someone twice his actual age) as Dwayne Dantes. I’m just happy to see him smile when he wants, make witty comments, act mysterious but also be cheery, make a difference in some peoples’ lives, and overall just enjoying the joy in life right now. After everything in Volume 6, he should just enjoy life like this. Honestly, I wish we could get more scenes of him going out and eating delicacies more often, but then I realize he’s now Seq 2 and eating is no longer a necessity. But I guess he can always summon them.. in any case it pains me a little to know that when the one opportunity arises where he can just chill out, he no longer can enjoy it like he used to, and even that period of time as Sherlock Moriarty and Nighthawk Klein Moretti was extremely short and fleeting. Like, imagine you’re someone who likes to eat and taste random food, but life simply doesn’t allow you to do it often because you keep running into danger, and after that you constantly have to be mindful of your diets to accompany your different personas, then the opportunity finally arrives that you no longer have to abide by those personas’ specially crafted diets now, only to remember you are now someone who doesn’t feel hungry anymore. That also applies to other stuff like general entertainment, etc etc. What would a theatre show seem like to the greatest actor? What would a circus show appear to a Miracle Invoker? Merlin Hermes feels like an honest persona, but with a sense of disconnection and loneliness lying underneath.