#how to combat writer's block

[ipsen]

On the Easel (Blank Canvas Side Story): Tatara and Houji

Context: The Chì Shé Theater Company is showing its Japanese production of its new play Iron Tongues, which is, in part, written by Tatara, the lighting director of the Japan branch. Takes place during Chapter 9 of Blank Canvas. Under the cut.

The curtains fell on the final act, and people applauded. Tatara, in the darkness of the theater, sighed with relief. It was over, and it was well received. That's all he could ask for.

He tried to look for Sen as people cleared her out. He wanted to ask her what she thought, try to understand the fog around her mind that he still had yet to pierce, but the crowd, much like that fog, kept him away. That head of fern hair he was so fond of was nowhere to be seen, and he gave up. He'd see her afterward anyway, along with that artist she liked to drag around for whatever reason.

He still didn't understand what she saw in him. Sure, his art fit the aesthetic of her work, but it wasn't the best he'd seen. Plenty of the artists she'd brought for him to talk to had done better, more informed work, so what made Haise Sasaki different?

He feared he'd never know, but before he could dwell on that idea, a familiar voice spoke behind him.

"Xin."

Tatara turned around and glared. The face it belonged to had gotten older, with more wrinkles, but he still recognized it since Yan's funeral.

"Houji," he said, not caring to suppress his disgust. "Why are you here?"

"Work has me here in Tokyo for the time being, and I heard your play was tonight." Houji smiled slightly. "I wanted to see how far you've come."

Tatara scowled at that. "Is that so? Well, now you know."

Houji sighed. "Xin, we don't have to do this. I'm tired, and I'm sure you're tired, too. I'm sorry-- I truly am-- but this is getting us nowhere."

But Tatara dug in his heels. "It's easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to live with the fact that his brother is dead every day for the rest of his life. You're not the one who has to look at your sorry mug and remember that his brother chose a stranger over his own life."

"Xin—" Houji began.

“My brother cared about you enough to save your sorry ass, and clearly, you’re grateful, as you should be. But don’t pretend I feel the same way. Yan was irreplaceable to me— to everyone at Chì Shé— and he’s gone forever because he picked you over us.” Tatara leaned forward, making sure to memorize the building anguish and regret, burning like fire, in Houji’s eyes. “Thank you for coming to tonight’s performance. Don’t speak to me again.”

Houji’s mouth was a thin line. “Of course. But, first... might I be allowed a congratulations?”

Tatara squinted. “Fine. Accepted.”

Houji bowed before turning to leave. His continued nonchalance about the whole thing ticked Tatara off. At least pretend to feel more than just a little bad. Houji was the entire reason Tatara was the lighting director and not Yan. But Houji's posture betrayed nothing as he disappeared back into the crowd.

Tatara tried to scoff, but it turned into a sigh. It was good Fei wasn’t here to slap him upside the head; he wouldn’t hear the end of it if she learned Houji had shown up.

She was always asking Tatara to forgive him, as if there was anything to forgive. Houji hadn’t been the one to choose, hadn't been the one to survive of his own will. Yet, every time Tatara saw his face, he just saw Yan being consigned to the flames for a man he barely knew.

He clicked his tongue. It was pointless to think about it; Houji would never show up again if he knew what was good for him. Tatara had more important things to focus on, like the resort and finding Ayato.

He stalked off in the opposite direction.

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[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Every time I listen to The Beatles’ music, I’m transported back to the year 2013 when I was nine and rollerskated in the basement around the pool table as their songs played over a giant boom box.

[slytherinshua]

꒱　BRUISE YOU BLACK AND BLUE　( 서준태 )

genre hurt/comfort , juntae x fem!reader   cw spoilers for weak hero class 2 ep 8 (takes place during ep 8 events) , bruises , fighting , crying   wc 977   request no   note juntae broke the writers block let us all rejoice, i'll always come out of hibernation for my cinnamon roll boys. i've been listening to the weak hero osts since i finished watching last night this morning and i've never been so destroyed   net @kstrucknet

Your heart always faltered whenever it took more than two rings for Juntae to pick up. For someone as organized and smart as him, it never meant that he simply forgot to charge his phone. Something must have happened. Whenever he didn’t pick up, you knew he wasn’t okay.

You worried about him more than he would’ve liked you to. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or his friends, or thought he couldn’t handle himself or that he was weak. He was stronger mentally than you could ever be and his quick thinking was admirable by anyone. But physically, he was always bested. He didn’t have Humin’s strong punch or Hyuntak’s agility. When combat arose and the options were fight or flight, his body picked freeze. 

Today was the day Eunjang would fight against the Union. There was fear, anticipation, and something akin to excitement in the students’ minds. They had the chance to end it once and for all. It was now or never. 

You had Juntae’s location on your phone. When he didn’t pick up the first time, you tried texting him. When he didn’t pick up the second time, alarms were ringing louder than ever in your head. He wasn’t with the rest of the boys. Why the hell was his location showing the bowling alley?

You swore you had never ran faster in your life. Your legs carried you on adrenaline while your shaky hands dialled your boyfriend’s number every 5 minutes. You remembered weeks ago how Juntae had made you swear to not get involved, how Hyuntak warned you that the risk was too high for you to get entangled in it. You were breaking those promises now, feet aching in your sneakers as you ran faster, the alley soon coming into view. 

You’d have to ask for Juntae’s forgiveness later. 

The building was quiet when you walked in. Bowling balls were scattered on the floor and one of the Union guys was knocked unconscious in the middle of the room. Your eyes locked onto Juntae’s tattered shoes sticking out from behind a shelf of balls. You heard his shaky breaths, his soft grunts of pain. You saw the uncomfortable shift of his legs, trembling and weak. You didn’t take anymore time to rush to his side. 

“Juntae, are you okay? What happened?” Your voice quivered. Hands instinctively reaching to hold him, your touch gentle and held back. It was different. You would always run into his arms, throwing yourself onto him with full force, knowing he would catch you and hold you tightly, laughter escaping both your lips. But right now, you were scared to hurt him, scared to cause anymore stress or concern. You were scared that he wouldn’t want you there. 

“Why are you here? You should leave. You’ll get hurt.” He sounded exhausted— murmurs coming out amidst pained gasps. Tears filled both your eyes, yours escaping to slowly fall down your cheek while Juntae held his back. 

“I’m not leaving. Not without you,” you said firmly. 

Juntae knew you better than to think you would change your mind, even if he begged you. He gave a solemn nod, accepting it without further discussion. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“How badly are you hurt? Can you stand on your own?” 

He shook his head, “Everything hurts. I can’t walk well.” 

“Shit, it’s gonna be alright. We’re gonna get out of here, okay?”

He could only muster a few nods, holding back laboured breaths and stinging gasps. You got him to his feet, managing to hold him steady although he couldn’t support himself. You gripped his waist tightly and guided his feet up the stairs. You caught every stumble, hushed every whimper, held him tight as if he would disappear if you didn’t. You reached the bus stop on the sidewalk after a few stumbling minutes, and gently lowered him onto the bench. He wouldn’t let go of your hand. 

“W-we should meet the others. It’s not too far from here,” he gasped, still clutching his side. 

“Not until you can walk on your own,” you uttered. “Hold still.” 

You slipped his jacket off his left arm and lifted his shirt over the area he held in pain. The entire side of his stomach trailing up to his ribs was covered in fresh bruises, his skin agitated and reddish purple. You winced at the sight, imagining how violently he must’ve been thrown across the room to form them.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back,” you said, meeting his tearful eyes. Juntae watched you rush down the street, disappearing into the convenience store. Time seemed to slow as soon as you were out of his sight. He was alone with his thoughts to picture all the possibilities that scared him so much. Would the plan really work? 

You came back with a cup of ice in your hands and a box of pain medication— the same kind Juntae had insisted you take the last time you had a cold. He was worried sick about you back then, even though you swore you were fine. It was your turn to do the same for him. 

“Here, take this. It’s good to ice bruises as quickly as possible.” 

“Thank you,” he whispered. You pressed the ice to his side as he swallowed one of the pills. His head fell to your shoulder and you spoke in soft murmurs. 

“Do you think they’ll really beat Baekjin and the Union?” 

“We have to. It’s our only chance,” he said softly. “Baku will do it. I know he will.” 

“I’m proud of you, Juntae. You’re stronger than you think.”

“Really?” 

You looked down, noticing the small smile on his face, one that you simply adored. 

“Really. I’ve seen it for weeks now,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his forehead. “It’ll all be over soon.”

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[elixirfromthestars]

At Your Call

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: No matter when or where, Bucky will always be there at your call.

WC: ~300

Content(s): a sprinkle of angst. hurt/comfort. happy ending.

Prompt: “You came?” — “You called.”

a/n: Big thanks to my lovely Sydney @buck-star for sending me some inspiration to combat this writer’s block 📝✨ Love ya lots!!! 🥹🩷🩷 I also incorporated a little line I wrote in a community post a while ago, so for those of you that know it I can't wait to see if you spot it!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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“You came?” 

“You called.” 

Bucky answers your question with a certainty that squeezes at your chest. His expression reflects nothing less of an always and an of course. You called so of course he showed up. Nothing and no one would ever stop him from always showing up for you. 

It didn’t matter that your call was accidental and happened after too many shots from a night out with your friends. It didn’t matter that all you could remember from the call was drunkenly confessing how much you missed him and how angry you were that he let you walk away. The fight, the petty arguments, the heartbreak—it all didn’t matter now. 

He still showed up because you reached out to him.

When he responded with a shaky and almost breathless I miss you over the phone—it was like, all at once, the intricate woven fabric of your lifelines were pleading to be tethered to one another once more.

So, naturally, there is no hesitance left in you when you pull the door open wide enough for him to come inside and away from the pouring rain. Despite the droplets that cling to his jacket and hair, there is no hesitance in ambushing him with a tight embrace as soon as the door closes. And there is no hesitance in him as he wraps his arms tightly around you and holds you against his chest like you aren’t meant to be anywhere else but in his arms. 

In the quiet of your home, there’s a gentle shift in the air. It's like finding that final puzzle piece that completes it all after having lost it in the shuffle of everyday life. That feeling leads you both to your bedroom—where Bucky doesn’t let you go as you settle into your bed—holding each other close as the tears start to fall. The heartbreak of each other’s absence present in every teardrop.

He kisses the top of your head with a tenderness that warms your chest. It spreads throughout you with a type of comfort you longed for from the moment you walked away. When he whispers how much he loves you and how everything will be okay—you believe him. 

You found your way to each other again. 

Everything will be okay.

[purinfelix]

── .❤︎

itty bitty franco blurb to feed y'all while i combat writers block ,,,

new-ish boyfriend Franco who would rather die than admit to how much he likes the pet names you use for him. instead he just playfully rolls his eyes or shakes his head whenever you call him "baby" or "francito" to show that he's only tolerating it for your sake. until one day you finally decide to give him what he wants and just call him by his name and almost instantly he notices, coming to you with his tail between his legs to ask in his tiniest voice "are you mad at me, amor?" - because why else would you call him Franco? sure, that is his name, but to you it isn't, it never has been. even though you have to assure him that he hasn't actually done anything wrong, he'll only believe you once you go back to using them. because above all else they're little reminders of your affection, sprinkled into the very way you address him - because he isn't just 'francito', he's your francito.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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[fatkish]

Aizawa finds their student, reader, impressively talented at combat and hero training. Aizawa was going to talk to parents about living in the dorms or their astonishing experience and finds out why.

reader was kidnapped as a child into a corrupt hero agency from five to eleven. their pro hero parents have strong quirks and their child was a mix of the two quirks. this hero agency caused immense amount of damage to the children who were kidnapped, forcing them to compete against each other. those whose quirk didn’t improve, they were brought to orphanages or if they were old enough to speak out properly, killed.

they/them for reader, androgynous appearance preferably :3

sorry if this is too gruesome, feel free to delete or change it up a little if it’s a bad request — thank you!

— anon 🫧

(Sorry this took so long for me to write. I’ve been struggling with mental and physical health issues as well as writers block. I hope you don’t mind that I based this loosely off of Marvel’s Black Widow and Wolverine. Also, reader takes Mineta’s place in UA)

(Platonic) Aizawa x Student Reader

It wasn’t hard to see just how formidable you were from the start. During the entrance exam, the teachers were amazed at how quick and efficient your performance was. You took down the mock villains with precision and ease and when it came to the zero pointer, you stoped it by climbing up its arm and making cuts all along it, destroying any and all wiring until it shut down. You aced the written exam and got the highest score on the practical exam. Some of the teachers were surprised that you weren’t among the recommended students. Either way, they were impressed by your skills and immediately put you in class 1A.

On the first day of school, Aizawa noticed that you didn’t really communicate with anyone and ignored most people who tried to talk to you. When he started the quirk apprehension tests, you were one of the few students who had no reaction. With every test, you gave it your ‘all’. Or, at least you appeared to. You got a pretty decent score despite not having the most powerful or flashy quirk. It was during Hero 101 training the next day that Aizawa began to question your personal background. You were paired with Momo Yaoyarozu, an equally smart and strategic girl. You and Momo quickly strategized and decided that she would stay behind and barricade the door while you hunted down the hero team. You had her make smoke bombs and in less than a minute of the round starting, you had captured both students from the hero team. Aizawa had watched the footage of the training sessions and was impressed by your speed. But he was also curious.

In the following days, Aizawa discreetly kept his eye on you, observing you and your mannerisms to see if his worst fear was true. After seeing the footage of the training, he looked deep into your records and found that you were homeschooled. He looked into all your background information but it was all clean, too clean he felt. He feared that you might live in an incredibly dangerous neighborhood but found that you live alone in a small apartment in a moderately safe neighborhood. Despite everything that he could access, you seemed like a normal teenager. But why do you live alone? Where are your parents? He decided that he would ask you about it the next day. When he did ask you about it, you told him that your parents lived in Russia and that they work in undercover operations which is why there’s no contact information, it’s for their safety and yours. Aizawa had no reason to not believe you so he accepted your explanation, it would also explain your above average skill level.

Aizawa continued to observe your capabilities and during the practical exam, you quickly realized that you wouldn’t be able to defeat Midnight if you had to carry Sero the entire time. Sadly Sero was knocked out almost immediately so you hoisted him onto your shoulders and ran towards the exit while dodging Midnight. You passed the practical exam with flying colors and immediately dropped Sero on the ground once you passed the gate. Time went by and eventually the summer training camp came around. During the attack, the moment you smelled smoke you knew something was up. Before anyone noticed the villains or the smoke, you shot off into the woods. The pro’s called out for you to come back but you didn’t listen. Eventually, the first villain you came across was Moonfish. He had already attacked Shoji and Tokoyami. What you didn’t know was that Shigaraki had learned about your past and wanted you captured along with Bakugou.

After the attack, when heroes and police/paramedics arrived, the pros and police were stunned when they found you, claws unsheathed and dripping blood, covered in cuts all over, standing over the corpse of the notorious serial killer Moonfish. Looking the police and heroes dead in the eye, without any emotion in your voice or on your face, you spoke. “They were after me. I was their second target. It was kill or be killed. Besides, he was already on death row, he was going to die if he was apprehended.” You spoke with a flat voice as you passed by the heroes and police. “Who do I give my statement to?” You asked the nearest police officer. After regaining their composure, they lead you back to camp and took your statement. Despite the paramedics insistence, you refused to go to the hospital and showed them your already healing wounds.

Unknown to everyone else, you had caught the Nomu’s scent in the forest and returned to the city to hunt it down while the heroes and your classmates were in the hospital. It took you two days and nights of scouring the shadier parts of the city before you caught the Nomu’s scent. After discreetly marking the area, you returned to your apartment and took out your special suit from your past, one designed for you by the Russian hero agency that was tailored with armor and stealth equipment. You made sure to pack all your gear, your weapons, spy camera and microphone as well as your quirk restraining darts. These darts were the last of the prototypes created by the same Russian facility that turned you into a living weapon. The darts contain strong, fast acting quirk repressing serum. You didn’t know what you were going to encounter so you made sure you were prepared for anything. That night, you went back to the building and used a device to scan the interior of the building and locate any and all security devices. After discreetly hacking into the building’s security systems and making sure they would ignore your presence, you scaled the walls and climbed into the vents from the roof. After crawling through the vents for a bit, your instincts told you to stop, that there was danger ahead. You decided to stay put, not a moment later, the building shook and you saw as the vents and ceiling just a few feet in front of you was destroyed by Mt. Lady.

You stayed hidden even when All for One attacked and when All Might showed up. Seeing how the fight was going, you pulled out your dart rifle and aimed at All For One, without being detected you loaded a quirk repressing dart and fired once All For One was within range. The dart hit him and in minutes suppressed his quirk. You quickly left the vents and ran at him, claws unsheathed and snarling. The entire world watched as you made quick work of All For One, severing his limbs and beheading him before kicking his body parts far away from each other. You were wearing a mask so no one could immediately identify you. Before the heroes could stop you, you used a flash grenade and smoke bomb to cover your tracks as you fled the scene.

Afterwards, the heroes and police tried to identify who it was that suddenly showed up and killed All For One before quickly disappearing. They knew it had to be a pro, someone who’s had at least 8 years worth of experience in these kinds of situations. While the police and detectives continued their search, Aizawa and the other teachers began going to houses to ask the parents if they would allow their kids to move to the UA dorms. Aizawa knew that your parents were likely to not be available to contact, but he still needed to try. When he and All Might showed up at your apartment, you let them in and made some tea/coffee for them. As you guys discussed things and whether your parents would be able to be contacted soon, All Might needed to use your restroom so you allowed him to. After leaving the living room and walking to the bathroom, he noticed your bedroom door was open slightly and through the crack, he saw the exact same mask the person who killed AFO wore. After going to the bathroom, he walked into your room and found your all your gear as well as a giant corkboard with newspaper/article clippings in multiple languages, photos of people, some with black X’s on their faces as well as photos of houses and dates circled out. He’s been in the business long enough to know that this board was used to identify and track/locate targets. He grabbed the mask and returned to the living room and sighed before looking you in the eyes and asking if you killed AFO while holding up the mask for everyone to see.

Aizawa was surprised and both Pros looked at you as your eyes moved from the mask to the floor as your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “Yeah, I did.” You said as if you were talking about the weather. All Might was shocked and had to sit down as he took in the information. Aizawa knew there had to be more to your story. So he asked. That’s when you brought them into your bedroom and pulled out a box filled with folders and files of paperwork. After pulling out all the folders you began to explain to Aizawa and All Might what happened to you. When you were four, your quirk manifested, you had three retractable bone claws in between each first knuckle on your hands. You explained how your mother had a self healing quirk and worked as a police/hero mediator due to her ability to heal from even the most fatal wounds so long as there was something to heal from. Your father had claws and enhanced senses. Apparently, the hero agency knew of your parents quirks and when they learned that you had inherited both of their quirks, they offered to buy you. When your parents continuously refused, they decided to kill them and take you.

Once they took you, you underwent severe torture, training and quirk experiments. They wanted to create the ultimate weapon for peace. When you were 8 years old, they forced you to undergo an experimental and incredibly painful procedure that allowed them to fuse molten metal to your entire skeleton. You weren’t the only child at the facility, but you were the only one who underwent that procedure and survived. At 9 years old, they began to send you on missions where you were ordered to kill big time villains and secret villain organizations and operations. You showed Aizawa and All Might the complete files of the experiments, training, torture sessions, and all the mission reports. You then revealed that when you were 12, you had had enough and destroyed the facility, killing all the other kids in the process and the scientists, doctors and members of the hero agency involved with the secret operation. After destroying the facility, you collected all the evidence and either burned what wasn’t useful or kept what was. After that, you began hunting down every last person who was part of the operation, making sure that no other child would have to experience what you did.

After explaining everything to Aizawa and All Might, you looked up to see their horrified faces. Hearing the details of what you experienced was nothing compared to seeing actual photo and video evidence of all the pain you suffered. They both knew that what you did and are still doing is against the law, but taking into account that you were basically raised and taught to do this, there would have to be a lot of discussions about whether or not you’re truly guilty. After learning the truth, Aizawa told you that he won’t lie to you, they will have to inform the authorities about all of this and there is a lot good chance you might be locked up in Tartarus for your crimes. You nodded and accepted your fate without a trace of emotion and that was what broke them the most. You had been doing this for so long that you no longer really seemed to care about what happened to you. The moment they notified the authorities and the HPSC, the police arrived and arrested you.

The police and detectives combed through every inch of your apartment, collecting and cataloguing every file, weapon, article of clothing, etc. the only thing they couldn’t find where the files explaining how to fuse metal to a living person’s skeleton and the quirk suppressing darts. You made sure that no one would find those, lest they fall into the wrong hands. You were brought to a police station for questioning and were restrained as well as forced to wear quirk restraining cuffs. You answered whatever questions the police and detectives had asked and seemed to completely accept the grim reality of your supposed fate. Before the HPSC and police could officially charge you with your crimes and send you to Tartarus for the rest of your life, Nedzu and Aizawa came into your cell to talk to you. Nedzu asked if you like killing. You told him you have no real preference for it, it’s something you do well and have done it for a long time so you just continued. He then asked what it is that you like to do, and that question seemed to stump you. You could actually see the puzzled look on your face as you tried to come up with something you genuinely enjoyed doing. And when you couldn’t give Nedzu an answer, he smiled sadly at you. He then asked if you genuinely wanted to continue doing what you have been doing. You looked down for a moment and eventually told him that you just don’t want anyone else to suffer the way you did, and that you never want to be found and taken back by the people who experimented on you.

After talking a bit more, Nedzu and Aizawa left the police station. After a few days, Aizawa and Nedzu returned and you were released. Nedzu had made a deal with the HPSC, after everything you had gone through, done and experienced, there was no way that you could continue being a hero especially if the public knew all the details of the grisly crimes you committed. However, you were still deemed too dangerous to live on your own, and with your parents being dead, you had no legal guardian. So Nedzu had volunteered for UA to become your home. You would have to leave the hero course, you could still help and teach your fellow peers but you could never take the licensing exam. Instead, you would have to enroll into one of the other courses. Nedzu wanted you to be able to be free to choose what you wanted to do in life since you were never given the chance. The teachers would monitor you closely and you would wear a waterproof ankle monitor at all times so that your location would be constantly monitored. Additionally, you would have to attend mandatory counseling and therapy sessions every week.

When you returned to school, Aizawa, Midnight and Present Mic all went shopping with you and helped you with buying and setting up your new room in the teachers dorms. After you got settled in, you took the next semester to explore new things and hobbies, and with the help of the UA staff, you found that you really enjoy spending time with animals. Eventually, you ended up officially switching places with Shinso Hitoshi. He took your place in class 1A and you took place in class 1C. Surprisingly, the students in 1C welcomed you happily. With the help of Nedzu and the UA staff, you learned that you were really good with animals especially dogs and you began training to become a certified dog trainer who specializes in training various service dogs. Even though you weren’t in class 1A anymore, you still had a close relationship with Aizawa since he became your official legal guardian. When he took in Eri, you took her to the animal shelter and helped her pick out a companion animal that you would help her train to keep an eye on her stress levels so she wouldn’t have any episodes with her quirk. She chose a cat, much to Aizawa’s relief, and you and Eri trained to cat to alert her whenever her stress levels were high and to help her calm down.

When the final battles against Shigaraki happened, you stayed by Eri’s side and made sure she was safe. You kept her calm and told her that everything would be okay. You kept her distracted and when the battles were over, you, Eri, Aizawa and Present Mic all had a sleepover and watched family movies together. In the following years, you would officially become Eri’s older sibling and you graduated at the top of your general studies class. When you turned 18, your ankle monitor was removed and you were no longer ordered to attend counseling and therapy every week. Instead, you had to always keep your phone on you so your location could be tracked, and you only had to attend counseling and therapy sessions once a month. You decided to attend college and got a bachelor’s degree in biology and animal behavior studies. You eventually opened your own business where you took on clients and helped them train their own service animals as well as guard animals and got them certified. You were happy with this life and made sure to Thank Nedzu and Aizawa for taking a chance on you and helping you. You never thought you could have such a peaceful life after everything in the beginning, but you’re satisfied and happy with your life now. And it’s all thanks to Aizawa and Nedzu who never gave up on you, even when you did. Thanks to them, you have a bright future ahead of you.

[somuchforahobby]

interrupted (pt. 2)

Part 1 ; part 3

Summary: You are teaching lightsaber forms with Obi-wan but things end up heating up between you.

Tags: Friends to lovers / mutual pining / banter and bad flirting

Warnings: misogyny 👹

Words: 900

Writer’s note: Happy May the Fourth!! Ngl I am quite surprised this is doing numbers and since this story is currently living in my head rent-free, I have written 3 more parts already. I hope you enjoy it aa much as I do 🩵 tysm for the love

“You and Kenobi” Master Windu pointed at the center of the training pit.

With an eye roll you complied. You had been dreading this moment all week: it was time to demonstrate forms of lightsaber combat for younglings, and having been Windu’s padawan, you were appointed to attend.

Taking a step forward, you were already assessing your opponent. You knew his fighting style, after all you had grown up together in the Temple, always put against each other in a healthy competition that the later years had evolved into a constant teasing game, and today would be no exception.

“Form I” Windu solemnly instructed.

Both of you took the training sabers, raising your guards.

“This is the oldest form known, it is also called Shii-Cho, Way of the Sarlacc or Determination Form” Your master explained as you and Obi-wan circled each other with a shit eating grin. “Both hands on the saber and wide movements, this is for fighting multiple opponents…” The master turned to both of you, who kept mirroring. “Well, go”

You attacked first, a long swing and your wooden saber was by his side, missing him by millimeters.

“Too bold” Obi-wan said with an almost disappointed look.

“So I’ve been told” you answered with a smile.

“How can you defend from Form I, Kenobi?” The older master asked.

“Blocking and attacking in fast, precise movements.” Obi-wan mimicked as he said it, and you made a show of dropping the saber and yourself to your knees.

Ever the gentleman, Obi-wan extended his hand to help you up. So you took it.

When you balanced to stand, he pulled you discreetly to him and whispered in your ear.

“Nice sight”

You almost gasped. Never in your wildest dreams would have expected that from him, so when you saw his eyes glinting with mischief and his mouth in a smirk, your brain short circuited. Your mouth opened but before you could say anything, Master Windu spoke.

“Kenobi form III”

Obi-wan complied.

“also known as Soresu, the Way of the Mynock, or The Resilience Form, this is a defensive form, specially from blaster shots”

You attacked in quick, precise movements; Obi-wan blocking all of them.

“Requires full attention and can not be used for long, since it calls for all your senses and will lead you to exhaustion.”

You decided to give him his tease back. “I can think of other ways of reaching that goal” You murmured.

Obi-wan snorted, “Do appoint me in those”

“I’m not taking padawans at the moment”

“I am” he blocked your sword, “no padawan”

“No offense, old friend,” you attacked his neck, “but you kind of stink of newbie.”

He scoffed, stopping your attack with the force. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I see” You made a downward movement, and then up, tipping Obi-wan’s wrist with your saber, making him drop the wooden pole on reflex; with a swing of your hand, your saber is pressed against his elbow. “Your grip is too loose, insecure. You just lost your arm, Kenobi.”

“That was not a jedi move” He bent down to pick up the saber again.

“Aww” you leaned your head to the side, “and you think you’re always gonna fight trained jedi knights?”

“Bite me” he said with an eye roll.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that”

“Behave” Windu spoke again, “May I remind you you are surrounded by children?” He stood between both of you. “You two are dismissed for today.” His deep dark eyes looked down on you with disappointment and a hint of amusement.

“Wait” Obi-wan cornered you down the hall with both hands on the wall besides your face. “I meant what I said back there.” His eyes were focused on your lips.

“What?” Your brows furrowed, “that there’s nothing you can learn from me? Your arrogance has grown, master Kenobi.”

He smirked, “oh, so now I am master? Minutes ago I was a padawan.”

You moved to leave but he gripped your hip, pushing you against the wall.

“You despise me for something out of my control. I was made master after Qui-Gon died and only to teach Anakin. If I could change things I would, all of it; my master’s death, the council, the system, the code. But not you, never you. If it was up to me I’d keep you as you are, challenging and daring; I’d have you leading and teaching. Be certain that I will always use whatever influence I have in changing things for good. For you. Because that is what I have learned by growing up with you.”

An amused scoff left your mouth, “this speech better ends in a kiss, Kenobi.”

“In the middle of the Temple? Scandalous.” He leaned in nonetheless.

“I’ve done worse” you said before being shut up by his own lips.

His hand moved to your jaw, guiding you to him. He was warm and soft, yet strong and demanding all at once. His tongue caressed your lips and you opened your mouth to let him conquer you completely.

A soft moan was trapped in his lips, making him groan.

Before you could make sense of it he was gone. His soft, plush lips were no longer on you and as you opened your eyes, you saw him looking back towards the training room with both eyebrows creased in concern. “It’s Anakin” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, “he is hurt”

Your chest was moving up and down, air struggling to reach your lungs.

“Go” you muttered.

But he kissed you again, not as long, not as passionate, but intentional. Almost a promise.

“You could use some teaching” you murmured against his lips.

“A jedi is always eager to learn” He winked at you before running back to the training room.

PART 3

[zukosdualdao]

so, this post was originally born from a post i saw a couple of months ago that was deriding people for criticizing katara’s main role in lok being a healer when that was never all she wanted to do but liking the scene where she heals zuko in sozin's comet. at the time i thought about responding directly and decided against it, but i have since scanned through transcripts of every instance (i could find; it's possible i could be missing something) of katara healing someone in the show and how they respond. (you know, like a normal and well-adjusted individual. lmao.)

anyway, aside from katara explicitly stating that she doesn’t only want to be a healer, another aspect of why people don’t like that this is how her story goes in lok is because of the way healing is treated in the atla narrative.

Katara: Aang, you're burned! Let me help you. [Katara heals the burn on Aang's arm.] Aang: Wow, that's good water. Sokka: When did you learn that? Katara: I guess I always knew. Sokka: [Sarcastically.] Oh ... Well then thanks for all the first aid over the years. Like when I fell into the greaseberry bramble. [Angrily.] Or that time I had two fishhooks in my thumb!

this comes, of course, after aang accidentally burns katara and she learns she can heal through her waterbending by healing her own hands. then (after comforting aang despite being the one who got hurt, not that i'm bitter), she heals aang after he gets burned in his fight with zhao. and like... there's not so much as a cursory thanks in this scene.

to be clear, because i can already hear some responses in my head and i am making a preemptive strike: i'm not saying that when other characters don't thank katara for her healing, they're like, the worst people ever for not doing so or there aren't other ways at different times where they show their appreciation. what i am saying is that it feels like this sets up a long pattern of katara's healing specifically being taken for granted, and it makes me especially uncomfortable when i see her healing as a sort of metaphorical parallel to the emotional labor often expected of her in the show, especially because this and being The Avatar's Girlfriend/Wife is more or less what she's relegated to in post-canon.

also, i have to note sokka's line here. i don't want to come down on him too hard for this, because it's obviously being written humorously (and does genuinely make me laugh, for what it's worth, if just for the inherent ridiculous nature of two fishhooks), but his sarcastically saying thanks for all the help over the years when katara says she always knew (which is supposed to be her saying it just somehow instinctively came to her) does feel like another mark in this pattern. but i also really read this as sokka trying to lighten the mood after a Difficult (TM) day, so i cut both him and the writers some slack for it.

Meanwhile, back at the Outer Wall, Katara attempts to heal a member of the Terra Team. General Sung: What's wrong with him? He doesn't look injured. Katara: His chi is blocked. [Stops healing.] Who did this to you?

i find it interesting that katara has sort of naturally fallen into a token team healer role, to the degree that we don't even see them ask for her help or her agree to it; it's just automatically assumed that she will. and i mean, on the one hand, it's fairly standard to have an Assumed Healer in a fantasy action setting like this, where people will get hurt in combat and therefore the narrative needs someone whose job is to help them. the problem for me is that the show kicked up such a fuss about how women shouldn't just be allowed to be healers, and yet it's still the role no one but katara ever fills. aang is also a waterbender! why couldn't she have taught him healing, too? i genuinely think it would have added a lot to the story, but katara is The Girl (TM), so healing is what she (and only she) does, what's expected of her, and again, with very rare thanks for it.

Katara stares open-mouthed at Jet, her hands hovering near her mouth in shock. Snapping out of it, she withdraws water from her water skin, with which she covers her hands, and it begins to glow as she kneels down next to him. Cut to a shot from over her shoulder, with Jet glancing at her while she rubs her hands over his chest in an attempt to heal him. After rubbing his chest three times, the glow fades, the water stains Jet's clothing, and Katara looks back over her shoulder toward the rest of the group. Katara: This isn't good. Smellerbee: You guys go and find Appa. We'll take care of Jet. Katara: We're not going to leave you. Longshot: There's no time. Just go. We'll take care of him. He's our leader. They stare at Longshot in surprise. Jet: Don't worry, Katara. I'll be fine. [Smiles a little.]

Cut to a closer shot of Katara placing Aang's body on Appa. Katara opens the vial around her neck and uses water healing on Aang's wounded back. The rest of Team Avatar, Kuei, and Bosco all look sadly and in anticipation. The glowing from the spirit water stops, and Katara starts crying, assuming that it was not enough to save Aang. Aang's tattoos glow for a second and Aang groans. Katara, overcome with joy that Aang is alive, looks at him, who smiles a little, and she holds him closer.

writing about these together because i have less to say about them. i'm definitely not going to fault jet for not thanking katara when she tries to heal him as he literally lay dying, or aang for not having the mind to do so after she brings him back. but i am still going to fault the narrative for putting her in a position where healing is just inherently expected from her and yet very rarely allowing her to feel the emotional toll of that or to feel constricted by it. and when she does struggle against the weight of it (not necessarily of being a healer, but of being expected to be kind and good and uncomplicated with no room for other aspects of her identity, which are very tangled up in why she is The Healer) in episodes like the runaway or in the southern raiders, she just... does not receive a lot of support from the people she should be most able to rely on.

Katara: Maybe we should go upstairs. [Helping Aang up.] You need a healing session. Back in Aang's room on the ship. Katara bends some water onto the scar left by Azula's lightning attack. Katara: Tell me where the pain feels most intense. Aang: Mmm, a little higher. Uhhh! Aang briefly flashes back to the battle at Old Ba Sing Se where he rose into the Avatar State, then back to reality. Aang: Wow, you're definitely in the right area there.

not much to say here, it's just another instance where it would have been so easy to slip one thank you in, and the writers just... do not. the reason i think it bothers me so much with aang specifically is because katara is supposed to be both aang's physical healer and his emotional crutch in a way that she's not written as being for, say, toph or sokka. he's sometimes shown appreciation for her emotional support, but he still comes to rely on and expect it in ways that do not always feel healthy, and knowing that, it bothers me that he shows even less appreciation for her healing, because it's just what katara is there for.

A figure resembling the Painted Lady glides over the water on a carpet of fog and enters the village. She steps into a hut where several people are sleeping on the floor, and bends over each of them in turn, healing them with a blue glow. Her last patient is the mother of the little boy seen earlier, her son sleeping at her side. He wakes as the Painted Lady turns to go and silently follows her out the door. Little boy: Thank you, Painted Lady.

this is a genuinely sweet scene in which katara does receive appreciation and genuine thanks for her healing, but i think it's also worth noting that katara is not being recognized as herself here. still, i am genuinely very glad that it's included in the episode because (again, unless i am missing something) it is the first time katara gets thanked for her healing.

The scene cuts to show Appa landing on the edge of the battlefield. Sokka and Katara help Hakoda onto the ground, and Katara starts trying to heal him. Katara: How does that feel, Dad? Hakoda: Ah, a little, better. I need, to get back to the troops. [Attempts to stand but is too weak to.] Ahh! Katara: You're hurt, badly. You can't fight anymore. Hakoda: Everyone's counting on me to lead this mission Katara, I won't let them down. [Attempts to stand again but can't.] Ahh! Sokka: Can't you heal him any faster?

they're in a high intensity situation, and sokka is Stressed because hakoda is supposed to lead the mission, so i, like, Get It, but "can't you heal him any faster?" does strike me as another moment in which katara's healing is being taken for granted. i think it's something that would bother me a lot less if this was an isolated incident in the writing, but *gestures vaguely at whole post*.

Sokka: [Brightening.] Dad! [Rising and approaching the two.] You're on your feet again. Hakoda: [Sitting down; somewhat weakly.] Thanks to your sister.

that being said, in the next hakoda and katara scene, there is this very sweet moment, where hakoda might not be thanking katara directly but is showing a lot of appreciation and admiration for her skill in healing (and though she's not in the dialogue i included, she's around to hear it, which makes me happy.)

Katara: It's gonna take a while for your feet to get better. [Stops healing.] I wish I could have worked on them sooner. Toph: Yeah, me too.

once again, i'm not gonna fault toph for wishing katara could have healed her feet sooner, because she's been in pain all night, but the writers could have very easily (as they could have in any of these scenes!) chosen to include a perfunctory 'thanks' here, and they just didn't. i know this is getting repetitive, but i swear it's because it's largely more me being mad at the writers than the characters, lmao.

there are also a couple of scenes in which katara doesn't heal anyone, but her healing gets brought up by aang.

Aang: He doesn't look sick. You okay, buddy? [Appa groans and Aang pulls out Appa's purple tongue.] His tongue is purple! That can't be good. Katara, can you heal him?

to be fair, aang asks here, and it's not like aang gets defensive or angry when katara says appa needs medicine (and also to be fair, appa's not even actually sick, lmao, katara's being slightly trickstery), but it's another instance where katara is automatically positioned as the person who is and should be responsible for healing.

Aang: [Chuckles.] Well, not over over. I mean there's always Katara and a little Spirit Water action, [Turns to Katara.] am I right? Katara: Actually, I used it all up after Azula shot you. Aang: [Disappointed.] Oh.

i actually don't mind this so much as a writing moment, as i think it's a lot more intentional wrt aang not always conceptualizing the reality of the violence he’s facing. still, it’s another instance of katara’s ability to heal and care for him being taken for granted, and i find it especially notable it’s in of the last significant moments they share together (the other being an argument as katara urges him not to run away from the reality of their situation with ozai) before they spend the rest of the finale separate until they’re kissing without a word at the end.

and then there is the zutara healing scene, where katara heals zuko after he interferes and takes azula’s lightning to the chest when she’s aiming for katara.

Cut to Katara as she rolls Zuko on to his back and begins healing him. Zuko opens his eyes, feeling the pain lessen, and smiles weakly at Katara, who smiles back as she sheds a tear.

Zuko: Thank you, Katara.

Katara: I think I'm the one who should be thanking you.

it seems fair to me to say that one of the reasons the motifs of healing in the zutara are dynamic are so appreciated by their fans is because of how it contrasts to a lot of moments where the work katara does with her healing is under-appreciated. for one thing, it happens as part of a mutual exchange—katara heals zuko after he gets hurt saving her. (this also somewhat calls back to their scenes together in the crystal caves in the tcod, where she offers to heal his scar after they are trapped together and zuko extends her empathy.) it’s based in reciprocity. it’s also, as shown here, one of the few moments of explicit, heartfelt appreciation and thanks given for katara’s healing.

[pheedraws]

Rogue Trader Character Building Questions

With the DLC approaching, I thought I would put together a list of 25 OC building questions to ask yourself or have others ask you! Mainly just background stuff, not much in the way of in-game choices, but I hope they can maybe inspire someone or help shift the ol' writer's block if applicable 🧭

BACKGROUND:

1. Where are they from? What is their homeworld like? Do they miss it? 2. What is their Origin? Who were they before they became a Rogue Trader? 3. Do they have a good relationship with their family? Who were they closest to growing up? 4. What does their name mean? Is it significant? 5. Describe a memory from childhood they think of fondly.

CHARACTER & CONVICTIONS:

6. What is their Conviction? How adherent are they to it? Does it change at all over the course of the game? 7. Was there a defining moment in their life that influenced their Conviction? 8. What was their Triumph? Do they take pride in it? 9. What was their Darkest Hour? How does it affect them today? 10. How do they feel about becoming a Rogue Trader? How easily do they take to being the head of the von Valancius dynasty?

RELATIONSHIPS:

11. Who amongst their retinue are they closest to? 12. Who amongst their retinue do they clash with the most? 13. Are they romantically involved with anyone? Do they wish to be? 14. Who was the most important person in their life prior to becoming a Rogue Trader? Is that person still in their life now? 15. How do they feel towards Theodora? Had they met before? Were they close?

SKILLS & EXPERTISE:

16. What is their Archetype? 17. What are their strengths in combat? What are their weaknesses? 18. How do they approach conflict? Do they tackle problems head-on, or is coercion favourable to them? 19. Which three skills are of the most value to them? 20. Do they have a talent or hobby that would surprise others?

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY:

21. Do they have any notable markings? Scars, birthmarks, tattoos, etc.? 22. Do they have any augmentations? Were these installed out of necessity, or as a cosmetic choice? 23. How do they hold themselves? Is the persona they show the world different to who they truly are? Who is privy to the ‘real’ them? 24. Do they place value in how their protectorate sees them? Does this sway their decisions at all? 25. Wildcard: Share a fun fact, random thought, or headcanon about them!

[allastoredeer]

My Hellaverse Writing & Drawing Resources (Masterpost) & Blog Tags

(A lot of this is for me, but feel free to use if you want.)

(Is updated as I stumble across more or make my own resources)

Blog Tags

#Undercover Angel AU (for my Angel Alastor au)

#allastoredoodles (my art tag)

#Poison AU (for my Angel & Alastor role-swap au)

My World-Building, Character Analysis, and Lore

The Hierarchal Power Structure in Pentagram City + Royal Family Character Analysis

Lucifer's Religious Trauma - Character Analysis

Why I Don't Include Dante's 9 Circles of Hell in my Hellaverse World-Building Lore

More About Dante's 9 Circles + Imp City and the Goetia

Hellborn and Sinner Similarities and Differences + Classism

Hellaverse Canon Lore Tidbits

Note: Some posts may have repeated canon lore

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Hazbin Hotel Facts Part 1

New Information Revealed By The Hazbin Playbill

Art Resources

Alastor

Alastor Drawing Guide

Alastor Cane Drawing Guide & Hand Reference Sheet

Alastor 3/4 (right) Expression Sheet

Alastor Side Profile Breakdown

Full Body Breakdown/Poses

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Lucifer Drawing Guide

Demon Form Lucifer Drawing Guide

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Vox Drawing Guide

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Husk Drawing Guide

Rosie

Rosie Drawing Guide

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Angel Dust Drawing Guide

Vaggie

Vaggie Drawing Guide

Character Designs

Sinners From the Show (Collection 1)

Backgrounds

Heaven Embassy (Exterior)

Post-Extermination City-Scape

Writing Resources

The 5 Senses

75 Words That Describe Smell

Descriptive Words for Scents: List of Smell Adjectives

200+ Words to Describe a Voice

How to Describe a Smile in Different Ways

600+ Words to Describe Smiles

What a Decomposing Body Smells Like

300 Creative Words to Describe Hair

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How to Write Immersive Stories Using Description

World Building Tips: Writing Engaging Settings

Writing Action Scenes

Adjectives for Description

Dialogue Tags to Use Instead of Said

6 Seconds, 6 Months - Writing Advice/Challenge

100+ Architecture Terms to Help Describe Buildings

Body Language Cheat Sheets

23 Essential Body Language Examples and Their Meanings

Writing Sex Scenes: How to Heat Up Romance

Miscellaneous

How to Write Realistic Injuries

Explosives and Blasting Agents

BOM: The Next Generation of High Performance Explosives

Burning Points of Various Fabrics

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[verinarin]

Drunken mind, sober thoughts

fluff | slightly suggestive | Rafayel’s low tolerance towards alcohol has left you in a little bit of a problem, his drunken mind spoke his truest thoughts

a/n this is my first time writing for Rafayel to combat my writer’s block ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡, but don’t worry Veritas Ratio lovers I would come bearing gift in the near future, NOT PROOFREAD !

The night’s at its prime and so does Rafayel, he lavishes himself in fruitless conversation amongst people with different ulterior motives, his lips curves into a mischievous smile as his lips touched the rim of his liquor filled glass

As a result of his carelessness in indulging alcohol as well as his low tolerance, a hue of crimson painted his face. The colour contrasts beautifully with his pale skin, leaving both men and women mesmerised whilst talking towards him

This however does not bode with you, Thomas knew that Rafayel would mindlessly quench his thirst with alcohol that’s why he specifically made a curfew for Rafayel and well the night must come to an end for the charismatic painter

With a sigh leaving your body you leaned down towards his neck, “Rafayel, you have an important interview tomorrow. You need to go home okay ?,” you whisper softly, not wanting to upset the visibly drunk man

With a huff he swiftly finished his glass, he flash an apologetic smile towards his ‘friends’, he quickly stood up from his seat and bid the crowd farewell, you could feel multiple pair of eyes glaring at you silently cursing you from taking Rafayel away from them

“Miss bodyguard, I’m still bored. How do you plan to fix that hmm ?” Rafayel pouts as he try to steady his steps, you let out a small groan before intertwining your fingers with his, letting his weight slightly rest on your body for support, “You can’t even walk straight,”

“Ah that’s true !, but once we’re at the hotel room we could still play something don’t you think ?” he looks down towards you with that trademarked smiles of his

“You need to sleep Rafayel,” you huff as you tap the room’s key onto the censor, you carefully lead Rafayel towards the bed, but with him being stubborn you could only manage to seat him on the couch

“Rafayel you’re flushed red right now, it would be better to sleep now to minimise your hangover in the morning,” you kneel before the man, the soft yellow glow of the moon illuminates his skin, his lips curves into a pout as he defies your order

“Can’t sleep, don’t want to,” he huffs as he fold his arms and look away, you can’t help but to chuckle seeing the man before you acting like a child, “Alright let’s make a deal then,”

“I’m listening,” he turns his head back towards you, your hand reach forward to gently caress his cheek, the skin burns warmly against your nerves, “I would give you a reward you can redeem now, whatever it is you want I’ll give it to you in exchange of you sleeping afterwards,”

“Deal, I want you to sleep beside me, hold me close and keep me safe during the night,” he replies without much thought, it’s like he already has this request at the back of his mind waiting for a chance to come to fruition

It took you a couple of seconds to weigh in the pros and cons, well his request is pretty effective in keeping tabs on him so you simply nodded and with that somehow the man before you gain a foothold of sobriety for just a second to drag his own body towards the bed, “I’m stuffy in this shirt, can you change my clothes please ?,”

In a normal day you would probably hit his head for requesting that but in light of his current predicament and the fact that you’re too tired to argue you simply rummage through his baggage and bring back a pyjama set for him to wear

“Here you go, now I want to change too so I expect you to finish changing once I’m done,” you set the clothes beside him before taking your own fresh clothes and change into a more comfortable clothes, once you exit the bathroom you could only see Rafayel waiting for you like a loss puppy

“Why aren’t you in your pyjamas yet ?,” you sigh before setting down your dirty clothes and walk towards him, “I can’t reach my leg, can’t wear pants,” hearing that you ascertain that this man is dumber than usual becomes there’s no connection between his leg and dragging his pants down

“Well I guess you’re sleeping in that outfit then,” you shrug as you walk away from him, but he prevented you by grasping your wrist, “Please change my clothes for me, I don’t like feeling sticky,” he whines and of course whatever he wants he’ll get

You steel yourself as you kneel down before him and start to slowly unbutton his shirt, you could see his chest heaving up and down as you carefully undress him, “Y’know I feel like your mom, because this is not in my job description,”

“It would be,” Rafayel replies calmly, shutting down your small chuckles. “What do you mean by that ?,” you ask as you drag the shirt off his shoulders

“Well in the future you’ll be my lover so this would also be a reoccurring task,” he smirks as he took his shirt off and bringing the pyjama shirt on to your hand, your merely laugh at his drunken mind not knowing that it’s his sincerest wish

“Yeah yeah I’m sure it’ll be delightful to have you as a boyfriend,” you tease as you button up his shirt, now this part is tricky, his pants. “Can’t you undress your pants by yourself?,”

“What are you shy ?,” he chuckles as he leans down and hold eye contact towards you, “It’s inappropriate for me y’know,” you roll your eyes, hoping that he would not sense your embarrassment

“Why would it be inappropriate ?, you would see what’s underneath it when the time comes,” he winks and with that you quickly stood up, he whines and apologises. He quickly change his pants by himself why you stare at the wall waiting for him and at the same time trying to calm your breath

And with that you’re now laying on the bed with Rafayel resting his head against your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist like a vice, “So soft and warm,” he mumbles, you can’t help but to find it hard to maintain your composure when there’s a thin line that Rafayel is crossing,

“You didn’t mean what you say, you’ll forget it in the morning,” you huff as you pet his hair, you could feel his displeasure at your sentiment since he nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, not wanting to look at you, “I won’t forget it and even if I do, everything that comes off my mouth is sincere and true,” he mumbles

“Drunken mind is often filled with sober thoughts,”

[love-quinn]

THE GOOD WITCH

featuring . . . ! patrick zweig, art donaldson, remus lupin, rafe cameron, steve harrington, spencer reid, aaron hotchner, tasm!peter parker, dodge mason, dave lizewski

─── hello hello how are we ??? i’ve been a huge maisie peters fan for a few years now, and since she’s been teasing her next album i thought i’d do something fun to kind of commemorate the good witch before we move on to MP3. i’ve also been experiencing some major writers block :/// so! to combat that, here are some fics that are VERY VERY loosely inspired by some of the songs from the album <333 i hope you enjoy !!

TRACK ONE : THE GOOD WITCH [patrick zweig x reader]

when all i do is think about the past, create a universe that you can live in

you’ve done a lot of growing in the 4 years you and patrick have been broken up. you’re hoping he has as well because you’re still desperately in love with him.

TRACK TWO : COMING OF AGE [dave lizewski x reader]

baby i am the iliad, of course you couldn’t read me. so i’ll leave you behind but that don’t mean it’s easy

dave’s had a crush on you since he could remember, but he’d driven you away with his superhero duties. you’re the TA of his class and he’s determined to get it right this time.

TRACK THREE : WATCH [spencer reid x reader]

nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it

you’re trying to show the team that you’re fine after spencer’s return from prison. if you were coping well, you probably wouldn’t have to try so hard.

TRACK FOUR : BODY BETTER [art donaldson x reader]

i can’t help thinking has she got a better body? has she got a body better than mine?

your boyfriend patrick is convinced that you have a thing for tennis players. you say the same about him. it doesn’t help that you’re both sleeping with one.

TRACK FIVE : WANT YOU BACK [remus lupin x reader]

and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had. the issue is i know all of this and i still want you back

remus was punishing you for something that wasn’t your fault. you should hate him. unfortunately, you can’t bring yourself to.

TRACK SIX : THE BAND AND I [dodge mason x reader]

told her you were just a friend, told her i was homesick. i hadn’t thought of home twice

after moving across the country to go live with your aunt and participate in panic, you’re wary of the boy who works at the diner she owns. he’s wary of you too.

TRACK SEVEN : YOU’RE JUST A BOY (AIKTM) [aaron hotchner x reader]

don't you see what i'm giving up and you can't even text? don't be surprised now i'm giving up, god, what did you expect?

aaron isn't a bad boyfriend, he just tends to get caught up in his job. you wouldn't mind his constant abandonment so much if he didn't always forget to tell you.

TRACK EIGHT : LOST THE BREAKUP [tasm!peter parker x reader]

so, i'm feeling and i'm dealing with the heart you broke, while you do press-ups and repress us and take off her clothes.

for peter parker, you're it: the one that got away, the best thing that ever happened to him. now that you're broken up, he expects that you hate him. he could be right; you can hate someone and still need them to save your life.

TRACK NINE : WENDY [rafe cameron x reader]

then you're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor. so i'm throwing you a bone cause you want me and you're sure. if i'm not careful i'll wake up and we'll be married and i'll still flinch at the sound of a door.

it's been unspoken and set in stone for as long as you'd known each other: you and rafe were in it for the long haul. you've loved rafe since you were young. now that you've grown up, your feelings haven't changed, you're just waiting for him to grow up as well.

TRACK TEN : BSC [steve harrington x reader]

i'm gonna throw you down the river, your mom can watch it over dinner, golden boy you've dropped the ball. i am annie fucking hall. if you don't love me, what was april?

steve thought breaking up with you after his experience with the upside down would be his best bet of keeping you safe. unfortunately for him, you don't know how to keep your nose out of his business.

these will come out every so often depending on how well they do lmao i hope u like them ik this is different than the stuff i’ve done so far :]]] ty to @robinsgrl and @xxepherr for letting me yap abt these as much as i like :]

[victoria-grimesss]

Knight!Ghost Drabble

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->Pairing: Knight!Ghost x Princess!Reader

->A/N: A little something to combat my endless writers block

Since the night of her attempted assassination, she requested a knight be present by her side at all times. A wise decision many agreed. She had the pick of the litter, many knights vying at the chance to prove their worth by protecting her. She chose him out of all of them, the Ghost. She demanded he be in every room she was in, still scared from the attempt on her life. Even within the dim lights of the bathing room, there he stood, right on the cusp of the room.

He would lavish in the way the candlelight danced on her skin. The steam of the water coming off her skin like she crawled right out of hell just to torment him, to fill his mind with carnal sin. But he stood still just on the other side of a sheer curtain, leaving little to the imagination. The steam warming his armor and in turn himself. Sweat dripping on his skin within the metal, chainmail growing uncomfortable, but he could bear it.

The multitude of candles strewn around the room illuminated her in a godly way, he was tempted to get down on his knees and worship her as she was. But he was sworn to protect, lest the King calls for his head. His eyes are veiled by the helmet, making him appear more as a statue than a man.

She yearns to tempt him, see how much he can endure before that knightly training is cracked and thrown out her tower window. To pull the armor piece by piece until he’s revealed to him as she is to him now would rival any romance poetry or gossip she's ever heard. A fantasy is what it is. 

His touch was original sin, tongue gracing the side of your neck like hellfire. That’s where you were going right? For indulging in awful terrible fantasies of a man who could never be betrothed to you. One so near yet far. He was unlike others. Standing guard day and night, still as a shadow unless he was walking behind you, eyes forever scanning for danger, for an opportunity to pay the ultimate price and lay down his life for yours, the most noble sacrifice.

Unlike the princes you were presented in front of at banquets, he always stood there unmoving, as you were shown possible future husbands. None of them you wanted, but it would be foolish to run to your father and mother and proclaim your infatuation for a knight. You would be mocked and ignored. Your fate was sealed, a marriage already brokered long before your birth as a way to form an alliance with another kingdom. You pray each night to be rid of these fevers of a man who you know nothing about. A man who you could never touch, but his dark eyes, you get drunk on them. They are more intoxicating than any ale that could ever be crafted. Yet no gold could buy you such a gift.

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more notes on: writer's block

It is an anxiety we feel when we are unable to transfer ideas from our heads to the page.

It is a feeling of inadequacy—that whatever we write will be unoriginal, unimaginative, or have very little value.

It is a temporary state in which we are so overwhelmed with the expectations of an assignment, instructor, ourselves (inner editor) that we can’t get started.

Techniques to Combat Writer's Block

Stream of consciousness writing

There are variations to this type of writing. In general, the ideas are the same: writing freely without considering grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, etc.

The most important aspect of this exercise is to just write.

Variations include: write what comes to your mind as you focus on your topic; write with your eyes closed; cover your computer screen and type freely; write slowly while focusing on each shaping of the letters; or set a timer/alarm and write non-stop for 10-15 minutes.

Change your location

If you usually write at a computer, try the kitchen or dining room table.

If you usually write at a desk, try a seat by a window. Or how about a coffee shop, a park, or the library?

Relaxation techniques

Take a break from trying to write. This will help you to rejuvenate (but come back soon)!

Take some deep breaths. People who tell you that physical exercise is important for mental activity are telling the truth.

If nothing's happening on the computer screen or paper, take a walk around the block. Hit the treadmill or tennis courts or drive to the gym. But take your notebook with you.

Fresh blood will be flowing through your brain and jogging might just jog something loose in your head. It happens.

Start in the middle of your writing project

Avoid the problem of getting started by starting on a part of the project that interests you more and then come back to the introductory matter later.

After all, your readers will never know you wrote the introduction last (another joy of word-processing technology!).

Talking aloud

Talk over your paper with a friend, or just blab away into a tape recorder (even better).

Play the tape back and write down what you hear in clusters of ideas or free write about them.

Accountability & community

Set up a time and place to write with someone else or a few other writers.

Start by talking about what you are working on, your struggle, and what needs to be done.

You can set a specific amount of time for everyone to write silently (an hour or a few).

Then come back together in the end to vocalize what you accomplished (and what you still want to accomplish if more needs to be done).

This goal setting, accountability, and community are highly valuable for the writing process.

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[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Abbachio(JJBA) concept

Sure! Sorry if the end is a bit botched... I got writer's block/lost motivation midway through which was... beyond irritating.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Bullying, Fear of attachment/loss, PTSD, Violence, Blood, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Isolation, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Leone is one of the most serious members in the Golden Wind crew.

He doesn't usually engage in his team's antics, appears hostile to new members who remind him too much of himself, and tends to be aggressive.

There's a good chance he may be a bit afraid to get close to others in general, let alone romantically.

The death of his partner as an officer still haunts him and he doesn't want to lose anyone else.

Deep down he probably still wants to protect people despite his new cynical nature.

Although, when you join the gang, he probably is going to come off as cruel.

In fact, I can see him being mean around you at first because he doesn't want to be attached.

He's scared of it...

Which unfortunately makes him harsh on you, similar to how he was with Giorno...

Except this time you're of similar ages.

Honestly, him realizing he loves you might break him at first.

That idea may just make him worse too....

So, let's see, Leone first meets you when Bruno introduces you onto the team.

Like every misfit on this team, you had a troubled life and ended up here.

Leone never really cared what your past was.

As a man who prioritizes the objective, he just cares about you focusing on the missions you're given.

For a long time, Leone is rough with you.

He hates that Bruno goes easy on you in his opinion and often gets into arguments with you.

It's never physical or so bad that someone needs to separate you...

It's mostly just passive aggressive or harsh in nature.

He criticizes you... although over time he may realize why he does this.

He's worried.

He doesn't like to admit it but he can't deny it entirely with himself.

He isn't sure why he's worried....

Even you assumed he just hated you.

Although, when you two were alone on lookout for a mission, Leone began to take notice of you.

You're pleasing to look at... and the only thing he seems to hate about you is the fact you're naive.

He used to be like you.

Hell, even when he's harsh on you, you still rush to his side to check him over after Stand User attacks due to his lack of combat ability against Stands.

You care about him, you see him and the rest of the group as partners.

It reminds him of his old partner.

However... As much as he wants to ignore this connection...

He slowly begins to realize he cares for you more than he thought.

He'd pause his rough behavior around you once he realizes he loves you.

He needs a while to process that.

So for maybe a week or two, Leone more avoids you than outright confronts you.

You have no idea what's caused the sudden change, even asking Bruno or Fugo about it.

Leone on the other hand... is having a hard time accepting the fact he may be in love with you.

Being in love... He fears that will distract him from the mission.

Even worse, remind him of what he lost.

When you try to confront him or even comfort him, he just pushes you away.

He doesn't want to accept his feelings at first.

But he'll probably cave eventually.

Leone is a stern lover.

In terms of his yandere behavior, I'd say he's protective and controlling.

There's times he's harsh with you, but it progressively becomes less out of malice.

Honestly, I can see Leone being jealous or possessive over you.

It starts as just glaring from across the room, like he's trying to keep it controlled.

But I can see Leone straight up fighting someone who tries to take you from him.

Sure, his Stand isn't combat oriented... but man used to be a cop.

He certainly has some sort of combat training.

Leone could care less if he bloodied himself as long as he still has you.

There's only a few people he cares about... you're one of them.

If not the one he cares for most.

Being a gang member, murder is a common occurrence.

Even if it wasn't ordered by Bruno, Leone would probably still kill someone if he feared he'd lose you.

While he'd never admit it, he's scared of losing you like his old police partner.

He's scared he'll make a mistake and lose you.

This is the reason he originally tries to keep you at a distance.

Yet once he gives in and accepts he loves you...

He never lets you go.

Leone is no doubt blunt in his confession.

No flowery language, just... says he loves you.

He doesn't care if you accept now or later.

But he expects it eventually.

Now on top of his need to focus on the objective... He feels he needs to focus on you.

Leone is no doubt awkward with affection.

Hugs and kisses aren't something he usually gives out.

Even worse if you aren't entirely into him due to him forcing a relationship.

Despite this... He still tries to show he doesn't hate you.

Far from it, honestly, he's infatuated.

Leone orders you around and no doubt pulls rank.

You may find it harsh, but he does it because he feels he needs to keep you out of danger.

One mistake and he may just lose you.

If you think about it, Leone seems difficult to escape from.

While his Stand isn't for combat, he can use Moody Blues for tracking.

If you ever ran from him due to his behavior... like if he ever snapped, defected, and kidnapped you...

All he really needs is a location and time from a local who saw you, then Moody Blues will do all the work.

So while you may think you can leave him... next thing you know...

He's right where you thought you'd be safe, pissed you even thought of leaving him when he's trying to love you.

Leone seems like he'd know what he's doing is wrong... but doesn't care.

He already knows he's corrupt.

He's probably done worse things than this in his mind.

All he really cares about is having you.

He acts like isolating you and driving off people around you is doing you a favor.

Leone acts like he's all you need.

He knows he's not the best man, he's a corrupt cop... and alcoholic... and a gang member.

Yet he still loves you.

Loves you so much he'd rather become a worse monster than let you go.

Kidnapping is rare due to the situation the gang has you both in.

However, even if he can't, he'll still find some way to keep you close to him.

Leone wouldn't care if his obsession fought with him.

He'd probably verbally argue with you... but he doesn't plan on physically harming you.

He could never if it was you.

Overall, Leone is a protective yandere who borders on possessive feelings.

His past with his police partner is what drives him to try not to be attached.

While you may be tense around each other at first... soon Leone realizes he can't help but be attached.

Leone is someone who wants to protect you... to keep you by his side... to prevent another mistake from costing him the one he loves.

He doesn't care if it means getting bloody, or isolating you.

In fact, maybe he finds an abandoned building to drag you to.

While kidnapping is difficult due to always moving, Leone finds moments to get you alone.

Whenever a hideout is found, Leone will isolate you on purpose.

He'll make you sleep in the same room, hold onto your arm when you're beside him...

Maybe even pin you in an empty room if he was given the opportunity.

He knows you can't run from him... He'll find you.

You mean too much to him to let go now.

His isolation isn't quite locking you in a dark room where you can only see him....

It's more like... policing who you can talk to and for how long.

You'll never sleep alone again. You'll never be alone, period.

You'll have him... Even if you don't want him.

His kisses come off as rough, he enjoys having you in his lap as it shows you're together.

While he originally never wanted to be seen with you...

Now he wants everyone to know you're together.

He refuses to lose you to anyone else.

While he may not lose you physically...

He'll still lose any chance of loving you due to a selfish decision he made... once again.