Eiko Oowie yume ocs list
still brand new yume ocs so her diary should be posting in here
Brietta Flora (Decapolice)
Mizuna Peach (Decapolice)
Senseria Erena / Natalie Sol (Danball Senki w/wars)
Hoshimi Mizutani (BattleSpirits Gekiha/Brave/Saga Brave)
Chris Otoha / Clover Aurora (Danball Senki w/wars)
Seira Dawn (The Great Mission)
Marrila Anzu (The Great Mission)
Sumiko / Marie Hanahi (Yugioh Sevens)
Eiha (Otome Yuusha)
Luxuria (Snack World)
Asuna Eula (Yokai Gakuen)
Maiko (Yugioh Go Rush)
Asuka Wakasa / Eliana Madison (Inazuma Eleven Victory Road)
Miruka Misaki / MacKenzie Mia (Inazuma Eleven Victory Road)
Riri Hiramitsu / Turnmon (Appmon)
Etsuna Mizoe / Calibur (Ride Kamens)
Hana Kyoto / Won the Fortune (Hero Bank)
Kokoro Seea / Telemon (Appmon)
Rimi Tegona / Idunn (Ride Kamens)
Rika Asa / Yuan (Hero Bank)
Atena Meizen / Minerva (Appmon)
Madomi Rin / Poppy (Ride Kamens)
Maika Lyra / Sim Beauty Rose (Hero Bank)
(Hoshimi's in saga brave version, since she have a crush with hideto suzuri growing strong relationship with him)
(Chris become a tiny orbit ceo in the timeline following his father footsteps, she and Mai always get along with each other as older sister)
more update news later
Information rules :
no angst ❌ or proshipper stuff ❌ (this is i'm saying the truth my ocs is a minor, say no to nfsw)
Bonus Dolly and Reinpa become two new Yume anchor news
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So I’ve been joking for a while about how Inko manages to afford all of Izuku’s AM merch
But I decided to nerd out and look closer, and I’m pretty sure the only expensive piece Izuku owns is the poster he got from Sir
You might think his dorm looks absolutely stacked
but that’s only because it’s a very small room and he brought every piece he owns
If you look in his old room it’s all the same posters
so he’s owned it all for at least a few years, he’s been working up to this for god knows how many years, just to be the proud owner of 5 posters so basic even he would put tape on them
All of his figures are less than 50$
One of which he’s had since he was a child
And it doesn’t look like the other unidentified figures are anything special either(except maybe AM in his yellow suit)
Izuku only has generic fanboy shit, like maybe one of the posters is a custom but I honestly I don’t think he owns a single special anything
The dead guy poster is 100% the coolest thing he has, no wonder he’s so reverent about it 💀
As for fits this is all we’ve really seen is
So yeah Inko isn’t dropping stacks on merch, I’m pretty sure those sweaters were a 2 for 1 deal because they’re almost identical 💀
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julia’s favorites — the collection !
masterlist of my fic recommendations !
♕ collection i
↳ includes — marauders / harry potter, marvel, jujutsu kaisen, top gun / top gun: maverick, criminal minds, genshin impact, bridgerton, call of duty, attack on titan
↳ total fics — 66
♕ collection ii
↳ includes — tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, attack on titan, marauders / harry potter, outer banks, top gun / top gun: maverick
↳ total fics — 43
♕ collection iii
↳ includes — marvel, jujutsu kaisen, call of duty, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, marauders / harry potter
↳ total fics — 48
♕ collection iv
↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, marauders, genshin impact, call of duty, top gun: maverick, shameless, twilight
↳ total fics — 45
♕ collection v
↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, marauders, a court of thorns and roses, dc
↳ total fics — 60
♕ collection vi
↳ includes — a court of thorns and roses, marvel, criminal minds
↳ total fics — 45
♕ collection vii
↳ includes — criminal minds, dc, a court of thorns and roses, marvel, jujutsu kaisen
↳ total fics — 40
♕ divider — @bunnysrph | ♕ last updated — 15 june 2024
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#119
tw: wasps
The hero turns their attention to the supervillain on the end of row with drooped shoulders and tired eyes. “And you,” they snap shortly, “what’s your superpower?”
The villain sitting next to the supervillain snorts into her hand. The supervillain frowns playfully. “Do I need one?”
“I’m not a big pattern finder, but every one of you felons has had one so far.” The hero taps their pen near the bottom of their paper, where the supervillain knows their name inevitably sits in perfect black print. “What is it?”
“Does people management count as a power?”
If the hero’s expression turned any more sour it’d be unbearable. “Your real superpower, [Supervillain].”
The way the supervillain’s lips curl upward is an answer in itself.
“You’re all here for a long time,” the hero says with a scowl, raising their voice for the other villains further down the line before turning their hard gaze back to the supervillain. “All the time in the world for you to tell me.”
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A long time, in a hero’s book, is probably several lifetimes. For a villain, it’s a few well-spent hours.
The villains blast a hole in the wall and escape into the night with whoops of laughter. The supervillain helps everyone clamber over the rubble, leader that they are, and is carefully guiding the last of their associates through the debris when a voice rings out from behind them to ruin the fun.
“Stop!” the hero calls, as if the villains have ever been good at listening.
Ah—that little twerp from earlier, with the tired face and the scrawling list of superpowers. The supervillain pushes the villain over the last of the rubble before turning to face their new nemesis.
They hold their hands up in surrender, their head cocked to the side. “Or what?”
The hero pulls something the supervillain can’t see from their belt as they take their stride pulls them closer. “Or I might get you in prison long enough to find out what your deal is.”
They step into a swing like it’s a waltz. The supervillain sweeps out of reach like their partner in the tune.
Just enough time to make sure everyone gets away. That’s all they need.
The hero moves in for another strike and the supervillain just about ducks their arm. The air slices over their head, and they finally realise that the hero’s weapon of choice is a blade.
“I don’t have a deal,” the supervillain says easily. “You must know that by now.”
The hero darts back from a swinging punch. “You do have a deal, because you have a superpower and you won’t tell me what it is!”
The supervillain lurches for the hero, like the melee will take their mind off the dangerous ideas they’re barrelling towards. The hero pulls to the side, just, their knife already poised to retaliate. The supervillain barely has the time to avoid them, and the consequence finds itself in a burning crimson gash across their arm.
“I have nothing to tell you,” they snap, careful to keep the distance between themself and the blade twisting in the hero’s hand. “Is it so hard to believe some of us are normal?”
“Considering all you scumbags do nothing but brag about how powerful you are—” Another swipe, another near miss from the supervillain’s face “—yes.”
The supervillain falls forward into another swing, but the hero hops aside like it’s nothing. The supervillain’s spent the last three hours escaping. The hero’s probably spent them sleeping. As much as they’d never admit it, the supervillain’s at a disadvantage.
They glance over their shoulder to the hole in the wall. One of the villains is lingering outside, watching with wide eyes and restless feet. The supervillain tries to make some gesture at him to leave, and he seems to take the hint as he turns on his heel and runs.
More time to make up for. As if they need to waste any more of it.
Looking away was a mistake realised too late. The hero leaps for them in that half second, and their blade scrapes a deep, jagged gash into the supervillain’s chest.
The sudden flash of pain makes the supervillain stagger. Another hero appears on the corner, and the supervillain knows this is over if they don’t do something now.
The supervillain swings their hands in a roundabout motion, their expression stony with concentration. The hero stops the other hero as she gets close, their eyes trained on the supervillain curiously.
The supervillain’s hands clap together. The hero flinches. Nothing happens.
Then, from the hole in the wall, comes a single wasp.
The hero’s gaze flits between the supervillain and the random insect hovering next to them. The supervillain’s finger flicks out to point to them, and the wasp starts flitting towards them.
The other hero steps back like this is horrifying. The hero raises an eyebrow. “Is… Is this your superpower?”
“I control wasps,” the supervillain says tightly, like the words are refusing to come out. They kind of are, because they never wanted to admit this. “But only one at a time.”
The wasp gets too close. The hero swats at it and its beeline is disrupted, thrown downward slightly by the force. It goes too low, and the hero shoves a foot out to crush it beneath their shoe.
There’s silence for a moment. The hero looks down at their own foot like they’re surprised by their own actions. “How the hell do you get to the top of villainy with a power like that?”
The supervillain grins, like that’ll hide the horrifying pain of having to reveal their power at all. “People management.”
And the confusion of their superpower, it seems, is their saving grace—the supervillain disappears into the evening with two heroes staring down at the splat of the insect on the ground in front of them.
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