#i had to... draw... the strangely attractive cat...

[lyxthen]

I will get a good grade at Mordecai, which is both reasonable to want and possible to achieve.

[bear-remn]

I am ON MY KNEES, frothing at the mouth for Ayato's post! Keep up the great work!! Loved reading through em all! ♡

— ayato headcanons!

hiii, ty for waiting, ayato is one of my favorites boys in DL so i hope the love is serving, hoping you guys enjoy this post as much as i did writing it!!

tw: this post contains nsfw (+18)!!! if you don't like that content don't read it!

i had such a great time drawing this beautiful man, i really love him so i hope you guys love him as much as i do.

his looks and selfcare

so, ayato appearence... i love this man... cof cof one of my favorites cof cof... so i have a lot of thoughts on him.

to begin with i think ayato is a very, and i mean it, a very attractive man with a masculine presence and aura that makes me weak. for starting ayato is really cute and hot at the same time, and i am only talking about his face.

i think ayato face has a sharp jaw, and his smile is really a plus to his faction's, cute and both handsome at the same time, his eyes are'nt too slanted but has a very cat eye looking, has some long lashes and his gaze is very energetic, powerful, penetrating, dominant and cocky. so he has a killer eyes basically.

i like to think ayato has only one dimple, on his left cheek, it only appears when he smiles or laughs. and ayato has such a cute laugh.

but ayato face even if he has a very strong jaw, he still have a delicate and armonic face, he is a real beauty.

and bc ayato is a vampire he does'nt sweat, any, so does'nt really smell bad, but he does enjoy taking his showers, he prefers showers than baths, and it has to be a hot boiling water, he likes to relax while he cleans himself, ayato uses a scrub sponge to achieve an even greater sense of cleanliness, use a exfoliating soap and his shampoo is made of honey. he likes that smell a lot.

ayato also has a very atlethic body, he likes sports a lot! he began with the basic ones, such as basketball and soccer, but then became interested in swimming, ayato enjoys having this one in the comfort of his home.

i think ayato body is very... good, like bc he is good at sports, has some good muscles, his arms are cozy and his chest too, i love to think of ayato with big pectorals, and his abs??? omg... ayato also has a good and pominent v line, and as shu, ayato also has a (not so bushy) happy trail, i like to think that ayato is not againts his own body hair, he trims it sometimes but ayato just let his body be.

i think ayato knows how attractive he is, so he uses that to pick his clothes, like he is totally into compression shirts, dear lord. also he has a comfy but tight style, like to show his pectorals, abs and strong arms always so he puts tight fits, also likes jackets, i mean, those jackests racers use, or universal ones, or just showy and flashy jackets. very expensive too, dont like dupe's.

and i think that ayato used tio bite his nails, but since the death of his mother he stopped this, now, ayato paints them in black, not always tho, just when he is too bored and look for too long at his nails.

i think ayato also can grow a beard but he feels strange, so he shave it off, and after it he puts sunscreen only where he shaves. one time he did'nt and some acne pop out so he got scared since.

random stuff

so, ayato is really my favorite with these ones.

i think ayato is one of the most clingy and romantic one, probably bc he can't keep his hands, eyes and mouth off you but thats for later.

ayato enjoys, like really, loves romantic movies, he has seen every each one of them, really likes when the couple dont get together at the end, he thinks that is real love but he would never let his lover go.

i think ayato has win like medals of his favorites sports, except for soccer, he is'nt the runner type. and has a little shelf of trophies.

and even if ayato sleep in classes, i think he knows everyting bc how many years has he been in there? like a vampire for ever? he definetly don't need school, and in his childhood he probably studied obligated and unhappy (ofc), so when ayato learning things "obligated" in school he hates to put attention to it. i also think ayato has cheated in some exams or tests, like, he sits at the back and then copy his classmates, gets pissed if someone dont give him the answer.

and speaking about school, ayato is really popular, more than you think, i like to think that ayato is know as the treasure of his grade, i mean, he is maybe the best at gym class and don't get bad grades, he is attractive and stuff. like, you cant walk past ayato and dont look back bc he man is gorgeous.

i also think that ayato deep down, do enjoys spending time with laito and kanato, like, playing for dumb things and joking while eating, i think he do loves them, but he don't give them any kind of affection or let them have his things. oh, and ayato is very posessive, one time kanato used his soap and ayato got really mad that almost hit kanato for it. ayato dont share either food or his stuff, nothing.

i think ayato likes to go to these typical japanese festivals (idontknowthenamessorry) only for the food, and for his pretty privileges never pays, he always makes the people selling stuff give him free things.

i think ayato used to be a really insecure and anxious kid, he bited his nails and his fingers, often ended on sucking his own blood for it. and when he entered his teen ages, i think ayato pulled his hair, you know, like those people that can't help but pull it and dont notice, he had a bald spot once but no one notice.

i think ayato is the guy that when gets mad, randomly yell "bitch!" with no fucking reason, like if he is'nt finding one of his socks and gets upset, he would just yell at the air, or when someone is being terrible annoying he just yell "shut up you bitch!" its his favorite curse word. and also, when he is hearing gossip he would just comment "bitch?" like a reaction. its part of him.

oh, and a little detail, i think ayato is a little scared of religions, but not like physically, more like, he does'nt get it so always get chills from seeing religious things or hearing something related. all bc of horror religious movies, he just thinks those kind of people can be a little crazy.

nsfw

oh, i have been waiting for this, and i know you guys too so.

ayatos dick? oh dear lord.

i think ayato has a solid and proud 18 cm when is hard, like, his dick is thick and his balls also are really heavy, the tip is a little more pink and his pubic hair is there but really short and well kept. and it does'nt look up, its a little down for how heavy his dick is, and ayato always has some of liquid coming out. so his tip is glowy.

i think ayato is so dominant, he is not a bottom, but he do likes when you fignt back to be the dominant one, or talk back to him, or defy him. he really finds it hot. too submissive partner for him can be a little boring.

i think ayato loves to get reaction out of you, like he will literally try to make you nervous in all chances he gets, and his way of doing it, he is really such an ass. like if you two are studying together and he does'nt get something, he totally does but, will ask you to explain, and will play dumb until he randomly just say "i might understand if you sit on my lap... or take off you skirt, maybe like that my mind can focus on you haha" or when ayato take you blood and he is not desesperate and just having a little he will say "enjoying i see, wanting some more? i see what kind of face you are doing, dont be shy now" and his smile with his beautiful dimple? he is really a killer.

i think ayato, ofc when ayato is in love with you or just want you for himself, he is such a little kid, always holding your hand while walking or while he drives and you are by his side he is the kind of guy to hold onto you leg and squeeze it. or when he wakes up he always kiss you sleepy, or when you two say goodbye he will hug you tight and kiss you tenderly. and his kisses really are everything.

i like to think that ayato is a really good kisser, like, he knows how to go from a cute and tender kiss to a hungry and wet one, he just knows, and loves kisses too. like if you two are in a little argument and you face got a little blushed by amger he will just kiss you to shut you up and also bc he loves when you get blushed, he thinks you look so good with red cheeks "muah...what!? don't hit me! i could'nt resist you!"

oh, and if you two are together he totally is the kind of man that when passing behind you will slap you butt, not hard, he just hit it. or when you get up he also slap it, or when you bend over, or when you look pretty, he just like to touch you butt. i imagine ayato having like a normal and totally out of the clue question "hey love, do you know where my charger is?" and when you respond he kisses you "i'll go check" and slap your ass before leaving.

but oh, he doesnt only like your butt, he is obssesed with you body, i think ayato is the type of man that when you two are watching movies is touching you, like you leg, he touch it not sexually ofc, or you feet, or you hair, or any part that is comfortable for him to touch. oh and it is canon that ayato likes when you touch his hair so he also ask for that a lot when you two are just hanging out.

i think ayato can get worked up real fast, like he is so obssesed with you and so in love, in his own way, that a little peck on the lips will do to him. and after that he will try and make you get in the mood. i think ayato is not pushy about it, i mean, he tell you but he likes to work the mood first. i think ayato will start kissing you, ofc, while his hands hold your waist making you come closer, and if you two are standing up he will walk you to some surface, like a bed, a couch, a table even, he does'nt care. but not the floor tho.

and before dropping you in the bed he will squeeze your ass and slap it to then get you on bed. and he can't stand you body being so hot, bc they as vampires, dont get any kind of body heat. so he will take his shirt off before join you in bed "like what you see? be grateful for how good i treat you, ok? hehe" and his dimple really makes you weak.

me too girl, me too.

i think ayato enjoys rubbing his body against yours, like he pushes his erection against your leg as he kisses you, of course bothering your lip with his fangs, while his hands sneak under your t-shirt to pull out your bra, and his cold hands really know what they're doing, touching your skin possessively. and his breaths? when he is horny he can be vocal, but he is just so masculine.

you know when someone has such a masculine presence? and they show it with every action? but they are so pretty and handsome? thats ayato right there.

and ayato definetly will mess up with you, like he will tease your nipples through your clothes, while looking at the expressions you make "if you keep looking at me like that... i wont be able to hold myself from devour you completly" and his dick just trobs in his pants.

and he really holds back from tearing your clothes apart, like, i think ayato might take yout clothes off and just contemplate you, he loves your body. and he is going straight into your pussy.

I imagine him kneeling on the bed, he takes your legs and raises your hips to have you at the height of his mouth, he loves to eat your pussy, depending on the mood of course, it will be fast or slow, and if he is slow, he concentrates more than anything on your clit, sucking carefully and caressing it with a flat tongue "damn honey... youre so fucking wet, so good ohmm..." and he moans while eating it. he can get so pussy drunk sometimes.

and yes, he does call you honey sometimes.

and when you suck ayato's dick, he likes to be seated in the bed and you on all fours, so he can see your ass, loves to see your back as well, good arched and if you have dimples on your lower back he goes crazy, and if you suck for too long his tip his legs might shiver so ayato will take his dick off your mouth by grabbing you by your hair "fuck... don't do that honey, keep sucking me good, ok? be good for me... yes ah... only for me..."

i think for the poses that ayato likes, he probably likes a lot of them, like i think his favorites can be with your legs on his shoulders, or from behind.... but do love to have you legs on his shoulders. i imagine ayato putting it in slowly while watching you face, and his eyes are so fucking hot, he is the kind of man that will tell you with his eyes how much he desires you.

and about his pace, i do think ayato likes to start slow and deep and eventually become more rough or fast. so when he is slow he makes sure to bump a little so your tits bounce a little, and he loves to see your tits bounce, definetly will bite your ankles but not drink too much so you can keep up.

and when ayato begins to be more rough, he will slap your ass hard as he thrust you so deep, you can feel how he can touch every part of you. eventually the pose will become a mating press. his dick is just so hard and hot for you and his balls so heavy as they hit your ass.

"fuck.... ooh yes... you like that huh? you take my dick so... fucking good..."

and as ayato's balls slap your ass, he also will slap you on the cheek, not too hard tho, so then he can grab your neck and see you straight into your eyes as he keep fucking you. the room is full of wet noises and your moans, and his heavy breaths.

and ayato if feeling more horny than usual, lol, he will chain you to the bed, or put a collar with a chain to make you move. like i think ayato will be deep in you and you're too lost in it so he pulls the chain from the collar on your neck and smiles when you moan "don't take your eyes off me honey... watch me fuck you" and his abs look absolutely delicious when he thrust into you.

and if you are about to come, ayato will take it out and watch how you squirm and cry out for not cumming, frustrated bc you cant do nothing more than complain, with your hand chains keeping you in place "what? i wanted some fresh aire haha... youre melting me with that pussy of yours" and then put his heavy dick bewteen your folds, slaping a little just to hear how wet you are "hear that? your body is so honest with me... you're hole body is mine" and his cocky smile makes his dimple come out, ofc your pussy reacted to that fucking beautiful smile, so he laughs, he can be a little mean.

i think ayato do know how to make you squirt sometimes, like edging you a little, then fucking you dumb until your legs tremble in his sides, and while you cum ayato will take his dick out and slap it in your folds, and then pushing it in just where you like it over and over, and he loves to make you squirt on his dick, he thinks is so hot.

"oh fuck!... yeah... make that pussy cry... fuck yeah" and then slap your face to kiss you hungry as he keep fucking you.

oh and when ayato cums? he gets sloppy.

i think ayato can't control fully his body when he is about to cum, but one thing he always does, is taking it out and crawl on top of you while masturbating himself so he can cum in your face, and having ayato on top of you, with his dick tip on your lips, his face all messed up, his chest going up and down as he feels it coming, dear lord "open wide... be good for me honey... im close... oh fuck!" and he cums a lot, likes to see you swallow it "you did good, be grateful for making you feel good, yes?"

the aftercare is really cute with ayato, i think ayato will be exhausted after cuming maybe three times? or maybe two, so he will ask you to cuddle him, and he is the small spoon. likes to feel you touching his hair. makes him feel safe. after having a break, he will definetly get in the mood again, or if he bites you, ayato can get sleepy while doing it, but he keeps the need to fuck you more, maybe more calm and not so... him "cmon... wanna be inside you some more... be grateful, i'll make you cum just like before, what about doing it on my mouth huh? it sounds good is innit? haha"

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[thevampirekeke]

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x goth/spooky reader

Y’all I have no idea what I’m doing and I cannot write but I still hope you enjoy this. I tried including common hobbies I see in the goth community. Im still fairly new to the community myself so please don’t beat me up.

•Adrian has no idea how to be cool around you when he first meets you. Your all black attire and dark makeup has his brain scrambling to find something witty to say to you. He makes it his entire goal to impress you and convince you that he is cool.

•listens to goth music to try and impress you with his diverse music taste. Even goes as far as referencing and humming songs around you. He can’t help but adore the excited gasp you let out everytime.

•when he asks you out he is stood there in his nicest outfit holding a bouquet of black roses with a face skull in the middle “please go out with me” he blurts out obviously nervous a dark blush covering his face. Oh you were going to eat this man up.

•he brings you on a date to a year round haunted house knowing how much you would love it even with it being a bit of a strange first date. He can’t help but heat up every time you jump and cling to him letting out soft giggles at the jump scares.

•when you both start dating Adrian has no clue how he does it. Somehow someway you had fallen for him and he couldn’t be more grateful to whatever found him worthy of this gift.

•the others are just as confused as Adrian, both understanding how someone like him could pull someone like you. But they still are supportive and happy to see the both of you so happy.

•talk about black cat x golden retriever energy, you two are the definition of opposites attract.

•loves the way you leave a black kissy mark whenever you kiss his cheeks or lips. Jokes about you turning him goth everytime you leave black lipstick on his lips.

•is more than happy to sit there and watch horror movies with you all night even though he hates the idea of ghosts. Humans and aliens he can handle but ghosts he draws the line at. But he will deal with the jump scares in order to sit there with you clinging to his side.

•a little skeptical when you admit to him you collect haunted dolls. He doesn’t 100% believe they are haunted but definitely hates the way they all stare at him whenever he is at your house nonetheless.

•doesn’t even hesitate to ask to join when you tell him you are going for a walk in the local cemetery to cool off after a long mission.

•is a bit worried he will stick out like a sore thumb the first time you invite him to the goth club with you. Once he gets there however he throughly enjoys his time, especially as he gets to watch you so effortlessly dance on the dance floor.

•lets you do his makeup one time and finds he doesn’t actually mind it, infact he think he looks badass. He wouldn’t wear it again the several layers of white foundation and black eye makeup being a sensory overload but he did find it enjoyable in that moment.

•lets you dress him up when the two of you go out. Even lets you dress him up when you two meet the other 11th street kids drawing a “what the hell happened to you?” From Chris.

•is kinda terrified of the monster you become when Halloween rolls around. He has never been in and out of stores and spent more money on Halloween decorations in his life.

•when you start slowly moving into his place he watches as his house becomes covered in different spooky and gothic trinkets and decor. Including those damn spooky dolls.

•takes you on dates to different spooky and odd events and places because he knows how much you love going to those type of things

•constantly compares the two of you to different gothic couples. Even begged you to change eachothers contact photos to Morticia and Gomez.

[the-masked-ram]

Sweet and Sour- Part One

CW: SFW, Slow burn, Eventual NSFW, Tags will change with each installment, Fem!reader, sassy reader, opposites attract

A/N: I am taking some liberties with Kaji and the Wind Breaker world with as much as we know about it. This is kind of canon divergent but not an AU

Kaji first met you when the sun was setting. Music was blaring in his ears, a sucker pressed firmly in between his teeth and cheek, and he was frowning down at his scuffed-up knuckles. That damned cat was far more trouble than it was worth. He pursed his lips; it was going to get fucking hurt one day. That thought, the thought that a part of the town that cared for him and accepted him and gave him purpose, might get hurt and wither like a dying flower caused a vicious twisting sensation in his chest.

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He huffed and shook his head, pushing that feeling away. It was his job to make sure none of that happened. Even now that he was only in Bofurin and no longer in Furin, even though he was too old to truly be part of the school, it didn’t matter. Everyone who was ever once part of Bofurin never stopped. Not until they were forced to.

His gaze dragged along the park he’d found himself in, alone after a long day of patrols. He was still considered a cornerstone in Bofurin, but he was certain one day someone would take his place and that day he would need to find something outside that world that would carry him. Kaji just wasn’t sure what the resting beast inside of him would accept. He’d only known violence, he’d just found a way to channel it for good.

Only one bench had an opening, but you sat on the other side. He hesitated, uncertain, he didn’t want to be bothered now. But then he noticed the orange glow glinting off your headset, the gentle nod of your chin as you bobbed it in time with whatever music you were listening to while your fingers dug around a tin of candy.

His gaze slipped away from you, intending to avoid drawing your attention. He dropped onto the farthest edge of the seat, twirling the stick of the sucker so the candy rolled its welcoming sweetness against his tongue. Your head hadn’t even shifted in his direction.

It was strange, being part of Bofurin meant never getting a moment of peace. Something Kaji usually thrived in, he liked the noise, the rowdiness, even if he didn’t show it. Yet, it also meant when he needed a moment, just a second, to himself so he could think things over it was near impossible to find it. With a town member so close he imagined that you would start thanking him, making his spine stiffen and his hackles raise until something vulgar, and defensive came from his mouth, even if he tried to soften the blow of his words it never quite worked. You didn’t though.

In fact… Kaji tilted his head as he leaned back against the bench, eyes roving over you discreetly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you before. He wasn’t necessarily good with names, but he wasn’t terrible with faces. He was certain he’d remember yours too. You gave no acknowledgement of his presence though and there was something about it, something about you being there, smiling as you nodded along with your music, sucking on ume sour candy, and staring across at the sparkling horizon. Your silence was comforting, was welcoming without needing anything to be said, it was different, and Ren liked it.

“Here,” you said, holding out a bandage.

There was a piece of him, so small, that wanted to ask your name. It made his skin itch and his teeth grind with nerves, but he pushed it down. He was never the one to talk first. He didn’t want to encourage that. He’d rather be left alone right now; he was bothered enough by the others in Bofurin.

He looked down at the damage to his hand once again and sighed, soaking in the last of the warm rays against his jacket. A shadow fell in front of him, and he startled, looking up with his fist clenching in preparation.

“Don’t be an idiot,” you narrowed your eyes and tilted your head, challenging him.

Your headset was down around your neck and your cheek bulged with the candy. He scowled.

“Don’t need it,” he huffed, as he shifted his headset away from his ears.

“It’s just a damned scrape,” he grumbled, fighting to soften his voice. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure you have, still… even the smallest thing can get worse. A scrape can get infected,” you said persistently and knelt down, ripping open the package and taking his hand in yours.

Instantly Kaji moved to pull back, but your fingers tightened, and you fixed him with a glare that had him freezing up. Not even Kotoha could do that to him. Your touch was delicate though even with the furrow to your brow as you pressed the bandage into place causing your face to morph into a pleased smile.

“Don’t be dumb, keep that on,” you said as you stood and dusted yourself, only to turn and leave.

Kaji could do nothing more than blink, a light flush burned his cheeks, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you walked away before the sun set completely. He definitely would have remembered you. Who the hell were you?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I please have a Wally with a reader that is somehow sentient and aware with knowing they've somehow got stuck in this tv show and are heavely aware Wally has something to do with it?

So they're extra closed up about themselves, stay home a lot to avoid the puppets in overly social gathering (like they can handle two or three of them but not all at once as it's too overwhelming with happy shizzles and stuff), yet that doesn't mean they don't talk at all to them. They don't keep their mouth shut either when something's bothering them, like when they get annoyed when Wally stares too long at them and makes a comment about it or genuinely admit they dislike Home with how disturbing it seems to them.

Wally somehow doesn't mind as he's genuinely interested in them and wants to become their friend as best as possible, not for any reason with manipulation, just pure friendly business. But as the reader knows he's the main star of the show they're forced to play in, they know the camera follows him almost always, thus they avoid him like the plague which causes a cat and mouse play between you two. Wally trying to get closer to you with perhaps making paintings and gifts for you while you just casually dip out of there while somehow looking like you don't hate him.

(It would be even funnier if you somehow became the second favorite character of the show as you stand out a lot with your attitude and being the only human being there, perhaps even attracting teens to watch the show with your remarks at the puppets for a certain someone not even having a nose or eyebrows and your monotone voice singing and having no energy with dancing once you somehow get stuck in a song sequence with the others (kind of like red guy from dhmis)

Funny thing is, sadly for Wally, is that you get along well with Frank and Eddie as they're the more calm ones, Eddie still joyfull a lot, but more calmer than Julie and Howdy perhaps are.

So there's Wally, staring with the most confused and slight jealous eyes as he watches you joke around and actually smile with the duo/couple(?) while you always give him a frown that's somehow even deeper than Franks.

Sorry for the slight ramble and long explanation (I'm a fanfic writer myself), just wanted to give a summary of how I see it and wondering how you'd think this would work out.

Btw, reader doesn't hate Wally, they're just warry and uncomfortable with his stares and Home in general, and with the knowledge that's he's one of the reasons they're stuck here. They soften up to him a little eventually, like letting him hug them shortly or talking more casual with him, but no way he ever sees them entering his house.

This was so long I'm so sorry.

Anyway, have a great day/night!

Oh don't worry I think this is a great idea! I like how fleshed-out it is!

...........

You have only spent a week in the neighborhood...before realizing something was terribly, terribly wrong with the world surrounding you.

At first, this place seemed like nothing but sunshine and rainbows--full of fun, joy, color, and friendship. A place that one could only dream of living in all their life, free of worry or strife.

It felt comforting and safe, so when you started having these weird feelings that not everything was as it seemed..you figured you were just nervous about settling into a new place.

But when the folks here asked where you were from, you'd end up drawing a blank...starting to question where you really did come from. So you'd simply tell them you're just "out of town" and leave it at that, although you always sounded uncertain about it.

And there's something else that was especially peculiar: every activity the neighbors did almost always stopped at the end of the day. It seemed strange to you since there's plenty of things you could do. Like campfires or stargazing!

So one evening, you asked all of your neighbors why they rarely hung out during the night, and they had relatively normal responses: Eddie says it's tricky to deliver mail at nighttime; Howdy was too tired from working at the bugdega all day; Barnaby and Sally had to plan their next stunts, tricks, and plays; Julie and Frank wanted to get their "beauty sleep"; and Poppy needed to take care of things back at the barn.

All seemed to be perfectly reasonable answers...

Until you got to Wally.

He looked as though he was ready to respond...only to fall quiet and stare off into space, as though he was in another world. But the fact that his pupils seemed to dilate gave you the chills for some reason, and you calmly tried snapping him out of his trance.

Then he did, and quietly said something about Home "disliking" it whenever he stays out too late. And he bid you goodnight before leaving.

That exchange was the moment you realized something was very off about him beyond his staring habits. It's like he didn't know exactly what to say.

As if...it's such an unusual question for him, but normal to you.

And out of nowhere, the truth hit you like a truck:

This whole place was just one big TV show, with all of you trapped inside as the unwitting stars who were meant to follow certain "scripts" during your daily interactions.

You don't know how or why you knew that, but it became clearer when you constantly got the feeling that your movements were being watched.

You could sense eyes on you even when you were alone.

And sometimes you'd hear indistinguishable voices of adults and children alike while you slept, unable to discern whether they were merely in your dream or existed in reality. It must have been the former, considering none of the other neighbors said they heard anything.

To you, these people...these "viewers", sounded like they were in a faraway land--an unreachable place where you couldn't call out to them for answers no matter how hard you tried.

You knew nothing about them, but they knew everything about you.

Your character had become so fascinating to them from the moment you arrived in the humble neighborhood. You've actually become the second favorite almost instantly, given the uniqueness you've brought to the colorful cast as a human merely wearing an average-sized costume.

They've observed that your personality makes you relatable to young teens, attracting them to the show. Many of them got some chuckles out of your dry and semi-self aware humor (in that you'd joke about how Wally's missing his eyebrows and nose when everybody else has them). It was an immediate hit.

Even when you got pulled into some silly musical number with the rest of the gang, you just spoke in monotone and put lackluster energy into dancing when the camera panned over to you--much to the dismay of your "neighbors".

The viewers just couldn't get enough of you. They adored you.

And they can't stop watching.

You, on the other hand, weren't aware that you were so popular...and quite frankly, you didn't want to be. It terrified you.

So for a while, to protect your own sanity, you began attending less and less social events, not wanting to overwhelm yourself. You've declined invitations to Sally's and Barnaby's shows, which made you feel kinda bad..but you were just so fearful of everything at the time.

Were any of them aware of their circumstances, too?

You had no idea, and it would probably make you sound like a crazy person if you told them how you really felt.

The only other person to show any sort of "deviance" was...Wally himself.

You didn't know why, but you felt like he had something to do with the situation you're in. Especially given his odd response to you that evening and the fact that...he just apparently loved to stare so much, watching you just like the audience did.

It didn't help that whenever you talked to him or he tried approaching you, you got the chilling feeling that you were being perceived by the audience--as if somebody was holding a camera over your shoulder, wanting to capture every moment the "main character" spent with you.

You'd prefer to spend as little time in the spotlight as possible.

However, being anxious about this world didn't mean you weren't a bit mouthy towards other things you disliked. You were known for being blunt and sometimes a "realist", shrugging of whatever crocodile tears the others may give you just for the crime of being honest and true to yourself.

So yes...you'd always call out Wally if he was staring at you for a prolonged period of time, or if he tried persuading you to say hello to Home if you happened to pass by the sentient house.

Your response? Straight up "no thank you, it creeps me out and I don't like how its window-eye things are looking at me."

The audience may laugh, but it's the truth.

That building scares you.

Despite all of this, though...Wally didn't seem to bothered by it. He likened your sarcastic quips to Frank's, so that was never an issue with him. If anything, he was genuinely trying to help you feel right at home in the neighborhood, hoping to become a friend you could trust and rely on if you needed anything.

It'll just take you a bit more time to adjust, and that's alright!

Sure, maybe his stares were strange to you and Home was well...Home. He understood why those things might seem scary to a new neighbor.

But then again, that's how everybody else acted when he first met them, and now they were all good friends!

He's sure you'll fit right in and find true happiness here. So he made it his mission to befriend you without coming on too strongly, inviting you to quiet picnics and painting lessons, calling you on the phone, and even showing up at your doorstep with gifts.

He even made sure to tell his neighbors to give you space, though he was really hoping you'd stop being afraid of him the longer you spent around him alone.

But while you accepted his presents and showed up to his invites...you just couldn't let your guard down around him. You never looked happy or relaxed, and didn't stay long, usually cutting your time together short under the guise that you forgot to do something important and had to leave now.

Your latest excuse was that you forgot to "walk your fish" even though you owned no such pet. You were a terrible liar, but Wally believed you anyways.

He was a patient man, so he'll wait how ever long it took to befriend you.

...........

"Alright, Home..today I'm gonna gift [y/n] my finest work thus far! Do you think they'll like it?"

Pausing, Wally listened for the creaks of approval and squeaks of reassurances, smiling when he heard them, although Home noted something else.

"Haha..you're right. Silly me. It needs more time to dry..or else the paint will just smudge and make it a not-so-nice gift. Sorry, I'm just excited, is all.." He chuckled awkwardly.

After setting the canvas back on the easel, he wandered over to the window and peered outside, humming a small tune to himself as he rested his arms on the sill.

It took him all day and all night to paint the perfect picture of your favorite animal---which he learned about from an off-handed comment you made a few days ago. His memory was sharp, remembering all the details about the creature, and he believed you'll love what he created as a result!

Surely now you'll see that he's not all that bad. Otherwise he'd be lost on how to convince you.

However, he noticed a rather...surprising sight from across the street, one that even Home had to confirm was happening so he didn't think he was going crazy.

You were actually out and about, having a casual chat with Frank, asking how he got together with Eddie before bumping into said mailman on the sidewalk.

Wally couldn't make out what any of you three were discussing, but Eddie must have said something humorous, as it made Frank groan and hide his blushing face. And you just chuckled and shook your head, patting the latter's back sympathetically.

He felt his heart sink.

You were talking to the couple--joking around, smiling, and genuinely enjoying their company. As if you've known them all your life.

Yet anytime he's even near you in any capacity, he's met with frowns deeper than Frank's and constant excuses to get away from him. Like he was some kind of pest or scary monster.

He didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

Of course, he's happy you're getting along with some of the neighbors, no longer being so shut-in...but it hurt to know he's still stuck struggling, literally begging you to be his friend.

*creaaaak?*

"..no, Home. I'm not jealous. What gives you that idea?"

*...creeak.."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Wally looked back at the easel, sighing. Part of him wanted to just throw the whole canvas out the window, but....he shook off the feeling, forcing a smile.

He wanted you to have it, even if you didn't like him that much.

So when he saw you finally parting ways with Eddie and Frank, he decided to head over to your house about an hour later, assuming you were gonna be there and needed to recharge from socializing.

He put on his best cardigan and made sure his hair was neat before heading out the door with the small canvas tucked under his arm, covered by a protective sheet. He wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise for you, after all..even if you anticipated it being yet another painting.

For some reason, the sky was grayer than usual today..meaning it's probably gonna rain on his parade.

But he didn't let that deter him.

After arriving to your house, he knocked three times, in a certain rhythm that you've distinctively recognized as him being at the door.

But he was surprised when you opened it right away. "Oh heya, Wally. What's up?"

"Ohh nothing much, neighbor." He chuckled. "May I..come in? I promise I won't stay long-"

"It's cool. It looks like it's gonna rain anyways. Wouldn't wanna ruin your "beautiful" hair now, huh?" With a coy smirk, you let him come inside the house, shutting the door behind you as you turned around to see what be brought you this time.

He looked shocked, almost, standing there like a fish out of water. You invited him in without hesitation...though he tried not getting his hopes up too high.

You're just trying to be polite. In a few minutes you're gonna kick him out for some silly reason.

Shifting your gaze away from his uncomfortable stare, you looked at the painting in his hands, tilting your head. "I guess that's for me.."

Nodding, Wally handed you the canvas, watching you remove the small sheet to see it was a painting of your favorite animal. Your eyes lit up, impressed by the amount of details that went into this one, before looking back up at him. "Wow, man..this is....awesome. How long did it take you?"

"Not very long!" He suddenly chirped, hands clasped together with excitement. "I just hope it fits nicely in your collection! A-Assuming....you...have one...that is..."

Bit by bit, his words began to fall flat with uncertainty, before he completely dropped the act, shoulders slumped.

Why did he bother trying anymore? What was the point?

You noticed his odd mood shift. "Wally? What's wrong?"

"..nothing, neighbor.." Sighing, he hung his head low, a cloud of doom and gloom manifesting over him as he shuffled towards the door. He felt like going back to Home and curling up in a corner somewhere. "I'll...see you later-"

"Wait."

"...hm?"

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, still feeling quite depressed but willing to listen to whatever you wanted to say.

You set the painting on a nearby table, approaching him with your heart constrained with guilt. "Look, Wally..I know you think I hate you or something, but...that's not true."

"It...isn't?" He blinked.

"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. There's just been...a lot of my mind lately. Things I can't really talk about just yet..I-I don't know. It's hard to explain. But the point is...I really do wanna be your friend. I guess I'm just...a very "guarded" person if that makes sense."

Although Wally was staring at you yet again, you didn't break eye contact, wanting him to know you're being genuine here. "I don't open up easy, but I know you've...helped me a lot, and I appreciate that. I do keep your paintings and I do feel bad for being a jerk to you sometimes. So...think you can forgive me? I'll even allow this if you want."

When he saw you open your arms up to him, he was frozen for a few long moments, astonishment written all over his face.

He just...didn't know what to say. Not only did you actually like his company, but....

He was allowed to hug you??

"..c'mon, pal. My arms are kinda getting tired." You awkwardly smiled, although you blinked as he suddenly latched onto you, letting out a few sniffles.

He wanted to sob so badly, but knew that wouldn't be very "neighborly" of him.

Yet you heard how he sounded, and felt guilty for treating him as some bad guy...when really he didn't seem malicious at all. You wanted to believe he had good intentions.

Whether or not he also knew the truth behind this place...that didn't matter right now.

He just wanted to be your friend.

You'll never be happy if you kept being so afraid of him all the time. That wasn't any life to live, even if you're unsure of whether this was your only life or not.

But you let him hug you anyways, patting his back.

"Th-This is very nice of you, neighbor. I forgive you." He mumbled, cheek squished against your shoulder as he clung to you tightly, never wanting to let go-

"Thanks......okay, you can let go now."

"..o-oh! Right, sorry." Reluctantly, Wally let you go, rubbing his eyes before dusting off his cardigan, breathing a sigh of relief. "Whew! I'm glad we're on better terms now. But...if I may ask..what changed?"

"Ah, well..I was talking with Frank and Eddie earlier..and I asked them about you."

"Huh....?" He pointed to himself, raising an invisible eyebrow. "Me..?"

"Yeah. Since they're more chill than most of the people here, I feel like I can be myself around them." You explained. "Howdy and Julie are kinda too loud for me, so...yeah. Those guys pushed me to reach out to you and try to make this friendship work...instead of the other way around."

'So...that's what they were talking about..' He realized, though he beamed anyways, happy you took their advice.

"Well that's great! I think we'll become great friends, [y/n]!" Smiling, he offered his hand to you, and you shook it as a way of saying you're both willing to start over.

"I..think so, too, Wally." You smiled back, feeling this huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.

"So...do you wanna come visit Home when the weather clears?"

"...I'll pass. But I'll wave to 'em from afar if that's okay."

"It's fine by me, neighbor."

[haileyywrites]

Summary: Kaveh's strange ability to draw in animals of all kind had always been more of an annoyance than a blessing. At least until a particular cat lead him to meet someone interesting...

Pairings: Kaveh x Reader!

Warnings/Notes: Completely gender neutral reader! Poc friendly! Pure fluff! Possibly ooc Kaveh maybe? Not properly proofread!

For some reason Kaveh had always had the ability to attract animals of all kind to him. At first he didn't mind as he very much liked animals, but it became a real problem and a nuisance for him later on... He'd simply step outside for a break or something of the sort and soon enough birds, dogs and cats would begin swarming him for his food or affection - of course he would feel bad for them and give in to their demands...

After a thorough talking to by Alhaitham he begrudgingly listened and would avoid places where pets or wildlife gathered. It felt stupid having to avoid animals that meant no harm to him, but he understood Alhaitham's point and knew he would just give in again. Any pets that would approach him in the city would give up easily when he stood firm and shooed them away. Except for one...

This particular cat that had never begged him for scraps and only wanted affection wouldn't leave him alone no matter how much he tried. It was ridiculous really! No matter what route he took the persistent feline would always find him and meow at him until he agreed to either pet it or play with it for a while. No matter what he did he couldn't get rid of it, he was out of options since splashing it with water just seemed cruel.

The cat was definitely well taken care of and even had a collar that was clearly custom or homemade by its owner. It was a healthy rounfd and it's fur was well kept - then why was the cat so keen on him? It didn't seem interested in the scraps he would sometimes give to distract it, but instead it just wanted some belly rubs and a playmate. It was truly bizarre...

“Meow!”

“Oh no, it's you again! Listen I don't have time to just play with you all the time!” He tried to hopelessly explain to the clueless animal.

“Meow?”

“I'm serious! You need to find someone else to beg for pets. Why don't you go find your owner?” He exclaimed in frustration.

“Meow.”

“I know you probably don't understand what I'm saying, but I don't know what you want from me!” He sighed loudly.

Before he could properly react the cat jumped into his arms and stole the feather placed in his hair. The cat was quick to jump away before Kaveh could hold onto him and caused him to fall down in the commotion. Baffled he turned to look at the cat that was just watching him with the colorful feather secured in it's mouth. It slowly began to run away with Kaveh scrambling to chase after it.

It was truly a sight for others to see the blonde shouting and running with full speed chasing a cat... Some didn't react at all while others watched in either confusion or amusement, but no one did anything to aid the poor man despite his shouts for help.

The feline rounded one last corner before finally stopping much to Kaveh's relief. He followed after to see the cat facing away from him and meowing at someone standing in front of it. His eyes wandered upwards until they reached the face of the person and he couldn't tear his eyes away...

The midday sun made your features glow beautifully as if you were an angel with a halo, you were standing amidst a flower field making you look ethereal. Was he in a dream? He almost completely forgot about the cat that lead him here in the first place until it let out a loud meow which caused you to pick it up. You noticed the decorative feather in its mouth and carefully remove it without the cat caring in the slightest.

“Would this be yours?” You asked.

He was so preoccupied with your voice to register what you said at first, after an awkward pause he coughed and nodded with an embarrassed look. You didn't seem to mind as you smiled kindly and handed the feather back to him. His cheeks only continued to heat up as his fingers breafly touched yours, they were so warm and soft...

“I'm so sorry for the trouble my cat has caused you.” You apologized with a sincere tone.

“It... It's fine.” He mumbled, he couldn't bring himself to complain to you despite the trouble.

“Is there anything I can do to apologize properly to you?”

“Honestly it's fine! There's no need!” He tried.

“I insist! Please.” You smiled again.

Kaveh couldn't help but give up when you made a face like that, “Okay... Then how about lunch?”

“That sounds good! I'll just quickly take my cat inside and retrieve my mora!” You sprinted off before he could reply.

Kaveh was simply left standing with a flustered expression as he waited for you. He looked down at his hand which held the feather your cat had stolen, thinking about it now he wasn't even mad about it... He noticed you returning and quickly placed it in his long blonde hair without too much thought - which was unlike him.

You were about to say something before stopping and smiling humorously at him, he was confused before you reached out and gently adjusted the feather slightly. Kaveh couldn't tear his eyes away from your face as you were standing so close to him, close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin and smell your scent... He felt almost like a creep for some reason.

“There! It's very beautiful - especially against your blond hair!” You smiled brightly.

“Thank you.” He couldn't help, but smile despite his cheeks burning brighter - if that was even possible at this point.

“Your smile is even more beautiful!” Honestly were you trying to make his heart stop with how wonderful and lovely you were?! But he thanked you regardless.

“So, what should I call you?” That's right he never introduced himself to you or vise versa!

“Kaveh.” He held out his hand for you to shake out of habit.

Before he could pull his hand away you took hold and shook his hand gently while introducing yourself. Once again he was touching your soft and warm skin, though it was embarrassing he didn't want to let go... Your hand felt so nice in his, so lovely against his skin. He held onto your hand longer than appropriate which embarrassed him greatly but didn't seem to phase you thankfully.

Honestly he was thankful for that troublemaker cat you owned and for his strange ability to draw in animals, otherwise he would never have met you. He made a mental note to remember to bring your cat a treat tomorrow. If in the future it happened that the feather fell from his hair and your cat happened to run off with it in your direction... Well he wouldn't be that mad at it for being so mischievous.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait and shortness of this fic!! Posting this in honour of our pretty boy becoming playable! Congratulations to all the Kaveh havers! Anyway likes, reblogs and or feedback are appreciated! <3

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟗

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + my masterlist

After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in. Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

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Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing. "How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling. They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed him. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break.

She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival. "You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

[chaoshoranghae]

attractive things that dreamies do that makes me love them

not this being 1.2k words

Mark,

Being giggly

his word usage

like him saying dude to fans or like

his jokes???

I laughed at the five guys joke

his quotes????

one of them was literally my senior quote

his reactions also

the undercut

his raps

bf coded

copying fans

yk on the fan calls and stuff, please

his bubbles

his spider verse msg pleaseeee

I really like his nose haha

his relationship with the dreamies???

the dance he does in the dingo video I love it

he's caked up of course

just realized I don't pay attention to his physical features???

Renjun,

his hair

I absolutely love when he had the Oreo hair I think it looks so good on him

and personally I had that same exact hair style during covid because of narcissa malfoy, I just love that hair

the opposite of that hair too I love it

how soft spoken he can be

when he gets mad or annoyed

his voice

his eye brows???? I strangely like them

his pictures????

totally would draw you all day and then give it to you

the little artist in him

he's funny tooo

his dynamic with all of his members and how it varies

he gets excited and it's so

or when he's over it with the dreamies haha

like when spoilers come up

him hating mtbis

when he wears his hats backward like during the dance practices

okay, I saw the video where he took those bad pictures of Jaemin

but hear me out

I feel like he would totally take the perfect candids of you yk

like have jaemin teach him so he can just be ur little own photographer = love language???

his insta posts??? please I love them

Jeno,

how reserved he is compared to dreamies???

how different he is when it's one on one

him with jaemin

the weird noises he makes

his back???

his eye smile <3

and his smile <3

that is literally what my mom called him the first couple of months

his oral fixation????

the funny faces he makes ????

he's really funny

how loud he can be?????

him holding grudges?????

me too king me too

being so calm yet chaotic

the care he has for his members

him counting down and then scaring us????

the episode of 7illin' in the dream where he's in the dog house entertaining himself with the light

when he also response to jaemins doggie call

him with dogs in general

him jumping on the bed with chenle and laying completely on top of him

he's so playful

Haechan,

The way he dances

his mood maker energy

Witty

quick thinking

lowkey his style???? I'm not a big fan of tight pants but

his airport style???? I love it

bro got the dogs out but it's so comf

His hair when he's all natural

it looks so fluffy

when he's barefaced and cooking and he has his hands on his hips

I always tell my mom he looks like a middle age mom but I find ur endearing

the way he's bratty???

and cuddly

his weird thumb?? was it?

that he broke and it's different

the way he tells stories, please

his better than gold performance dude please

his fluffy hair with the slight waves

him wearing sunglasses

he's so smart ?????

the way he watches himself as he dances, dude the intense stare oh my god

he is so on point with memorization???

he has such a distinctive voice?? i love it

the way he doesn't let anyone else dip??? but only him???

Jaemin,

He was my first and only bias in dream for a long time so he holds a special place

Nana vs na jaemin

the way he bounces on the beds yk

like how annoying he is in a good way????

Always telling fans to eat

his now cat pictures

How caring he can be

the video where he went cycling with jeno yk that entire video just makes me love him

his obsession with twerking????

i love his part in candy

my mom and I specifically love his part in boom and all the iconic one-liners, when we got to hear it in concert-

his hair!!!! i love it

the blonde? the pink?? i actually liked the blonde with the blue in the middle haha

oh he is also bf coded? but in a different way from mark

bro.... his lats???

his arms????

his shoulders

bro bias wrecked me so hard at the concert

the video of jaemin and jeno cooking.... just jaemin completely in that

he's so funny and weird in a good way

the video where he gave us jaemins foot cam

the way... the way where he sees his fan cams and locks eyes with them and stares at them continuously through the performance ...ugh

his hobbies????

the photography????

him grilling for all of the dreamies first and then eating

Chenle,

how different he is with other members, like the way he treats mark vs jisung

the way he responds to marriage proposals 😭 the are so funny

how he is with daegal

his thing with basketball???

How he points during his notes??? I never noticed it until a fan pointed out how haechan, renjun and chenle all do their notes and he kinda just points??? like I love that

how excited he was to prank jisung with mark, and then was deciding between pranking mark or jisung the way he was so happy

I also like his nose!!!

his face when he's judging

his side eyes

his grammar??? like how strict he is with it

ik for a fact bro would be correcting me all day long but

when he talks, like bro won't stop

like yes please keep talking I will listen

unbothered king

his laugh please

when he was on the fan call where she had a sign that said if you know me to blow a kiss and she showed him the video and he was laughing so hard

kinda want him to teach me chinese

his laugh

his own type of comedy

how honest he is

the way he uses jaemin as a pillow

Jisung,

how he's a little confused with the world

him talking to trees

is that just him talking to himself but he just stands in front of trees???

him saying ubb

the fact that he's only older then me by a little bit is crazy

the way he is about dancing

specifically popping

his dance breaks

how he had a bunch of ramen in his closet but still asked jaemin for a baguette

his clumsiness

jisung with the dominos

his reactions

i loved his ridin' hair

being awkward????? just like me fr

the way he gets so embarrassed

especially from his members

him being fascinated with the world

him showing us how to take off a ring and then struggling

his little gestures

everyone being whipped

this was hard fo renjun for me

I just love him

like I don't have a lot of reasons why

I just love him

I tried to do equal amounts for everyone i have yet to convert to jenoism but writing all these things for him and trying to find a picture makes me want to convert

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Little bird hybrid Tommy and cat hybrid Wilbur but Wilbur loves his little son :)

(don't worry lol it's fine)

hi sorry this took years and years and years and years something in the air made me want to write so i finally did :D

also wilbur is a catshifter cause it fit better mmmgfmds

but they say it came out of a small thing

cw: panic ?

wc: 874

—–—

His brain is working, it's letting him shift and letting him pounce to the forest floor, it’s letting him pick sticks up, but he doesn't think that anything about what his brain is telling him to do is logical nor sustainable. In short: Wilbur doesn’t know what he’s doing. 

One rule set in place, no attachments, (Perhaps a common one amongst his kind), and the only thing to have ever gone wrong. Tommy hadn't been anywhere near him when he had gotten the urge to drift to the scent of a bobcat, which he had been eager to avoid at the time. He had managed to save Tommy, a tiny avian nearly tangled in the grasp of the feline. He himself had been a cat at the rescue of the tiny, one that conjured up a fight from the little bird. 

Days later, (And many more intentional meetings), Wilbur had a strange string in his chest pulling at his feline body, not the one that controls his shifts but another one, just as personal yet undefined. 

It made him feel strangely inclined to collect twigs. 

Tommy had no problem with such a thing, instead welcoming at the offering of help from his newfound friend. Wilbur just had to get used to the feeling of being a cat for longer than an hour. He never used the form for much other than exploration, the rest of his time he assumed the profile of Wilbur Soot, a local musician in the bustling city he lived in. 

His cat form offered much more adventure, albeit ones that ended in enforcement of the things he preferred to not participate in. 

Like Tommy. Especially making Tommy a nest. 

Perhaps Wilbur had been a little too caught up in his debate to notice as the avian steps closer to the edge of the branch, murmuring about every other thing that comes to his mind. Wilbur had been half-listening, chirping smally in response but mainly occupied with the precision of his nest job. 

With each satisfying twine of said nest, he’d leap from the branch and land on his paws, then pad off to colllect more sticks and scale the trunk of the tree, adjusting the positions of the twines and repeating the process, leaving Tommy to his own devices.

In what world would (wary) Wilbur have ever considered doing that? It only results in the same outcome:

Tommy’s rambles are cut off with a loud yelp which draws out into a scream, a sound of terror that makes the fur on Wilbur’s neck stand. He turns his head back, carefully balancing his way over to the branch in search of Tommy, eyes as wide as they could be and an unsure whine in the back of his throat. Below him, a miniature splash spills into his ears and suddenly his paws are walking for him, right off the edge of the branch and into open air, panic rising in him that causes a shift mid-air, his form lengthening and causing more of a splash than his cat-self would have. 

Through kicking his feet in a panic, he quickly— while still submerged in the river— shifts back and paddles back up to the top. The feeling of water soaking into his fur makes him internally cringe, the extra weight nearly dragging him down. 

He spots Tommy easily, (Giant red wings couldn't have made it hard),  the tiny looking around for what Wilbur could only assume to be either Wilbur or the culprit of the splash, (Also Wilbur). His wings flutter wildly the longer Tommy fights to stay above the surface. Wilbur paddles closer to the avian, meowing in concern, (And irritation), at the way he flails. 

“Oh—fuck, come here, uh, cat, I completely think there's a human here and I don't think I'm the most skilled swimmer,” Tommy pleads, swirling his fingers together to attract Wilbur as if he wasn't swimming directly Tommy’s way. 

He approached, ducking his head so he can get a grip of the back of Tommy’s shirt, picking him up gently and continuing to paddle his way to shore. 

“Thanks big man,” Tommy applauds, out of breath. Suddenly, he’s reaching back to stroke Wilbur’s nose. He purrs at the action. 

Finally, the depths of the water seem to disperse and he finds his footing on the river bed, then up onto the grassy forest floor. Tommy murmurs something about being let down, but Wilbur promptly ignores it and scouts out their tree, an easy find considering the bark of it had claw marks from Wilbur’s failed attempts at agility. 

Wilbur pounces, latching onto the trunk and carefully climbing up it, tail out for balance and his ears pulled back as he concentrates. He strays to the side as a familiar branch catches his attention, a bundle of twines and leaves settled midway along the branch. 

The avian struggles out of his bite and falls into the cushioned nest. Wilbur sits beside the boy and considers doing something, but only stares at Tommy as he situates himself. 

Wilbur jumps from the branch and lands on his paws. and without a glance back he finds his way back to his home. He has got to stop seeing this tiny. 

—–—

[myersobsession]

Human! Michael myers hcs (based on my au)

so i think human! michael prob ends up attracting a lot of girls, as seen in one of the movies a girl on the radio's actually attracted to him lol (it's cuz he's so "mysterious" so i'd think he'd have the same charm here)

i also think human michael had average grades in hs, like c's n all

alot of people think he's attractive, but are too intimidated to talk to him, and thinks it sucks he has no personality

if u think he talks here ur WRONGGG!!! i like to think he's selectively mute. but the chances he speaks to anyone is 0 to 0. (i'm sorry but it irks me when people make him speak)

tbh, i feel like michael doesn't rlly gaf abt his other family members or anyone at all in general hes kind of js in his little headspace

with laurie/cynthia he might disapprove of her having a bf, or he'll js not gaf.

he's aroace, he just doesn't know it. i like to think michael doesn't see gender and just sees people for what they are- meat and flesh but he doesn't terrorize him like his counterpart.

michael was probably compared to the other kids his age when he was younger, but didn't care

when he was younger, people thought he was a sociopath because of his lack of empathy and care for others. (he is)

he had therapy once, and that's how he met Dr. loomis. it didn't go well since he remained unresponsive. michael isn't all into the thought of telling a stranger ur problems lol

michael had no friends growing up, bc of how intimidating he came off, some kids also thought he was strange

people always thinks he's upset or mad at someone or something because of his facial expression 24/7 (it's his normal face)

he's autistic,,, he does fixate on people (otherwise known as his obsessions) that eventually transfers, his lack of empathy, the non verbalism

michael's very smart and strategic, generally speaking. he just doesn't present it around people as much so people think he's harmless or just dumb

when he was younger, he did hurt animals but it never reached to the extent of hurting people. he eventually grew out of it when he became a teenager

the only way he ever expressed himself as a child was because of his drawings as a kid. he used to draw disturbing things time to time though, because of his thoughts troubling him. it kind of served as an outlet or a physical manifestation of the things he thought

he does have dark thoughts/intrusive thoughts but doesn't act them out.

alike his counterpart, he probably did get thoughts about killing judith but like i said, didn't act them out!!

alot of people think michael's a cat person but personally i don't. generally speaking i think he doesn't like house pets at all, he thinks they're excess (too loud and too much work to take care of) however he wouldn't mind cats as much as dogs since they aren't as loud and occasionally clean themselves.

as a kid, he was left in a daycare, or occasionally judith had to watch after him, but she never did. he was left at a daycare sometimes because his parents would work so late.

he still doesn't like judith. even as adults they don't get along. he thinks she's annoying lol

i like to think his parents got him alot of clown themed toys, such as a jack in the box and etc bc they thought he liked clowns

michael used to use judith's and their mothers makeup for his drawings, or would go to judith's room to steal any crayons or coloring supplies she'd probably have.

michael's a stay at home guy, going out is too draining tbh :(

he doesn't like family dinners either. he's not very fond of his family (even as a kid)

when michael's older he becomes a mechanic.. i like to think it would js stay true to his counterpart with the coveralls n all, + i can't imagine him being a bigshot doctor or something. he js does something basic

he's very careless when it comes to his job, though. which is why his eye is still scarred lol

he has a huge pain tolerance though. he probably got hurt alot as a kid and can just brush it off. most he'll do in reaction to being wounded is getting irked because his actions are limited to an extent

michael's a very messy eater. even though he may be more civilized here, he won't hesitate to eat his food, hands on. (he knows how to use utensils, he just thinks it's tedious.)

that's it guys, lolsies!!! i have alot more to rant about him but this is all for now lolll

[starishome]

History I made for @enchantedchocolatebars about Amelie. I’m sorry if is not good I still learning, but here is!!! ✨✨✨

~Thoughts~

"However, there are very few lakes where it is found and even so, the probability of titan blood leaking into the waters is minimal... I will have to find another way"

Philip silently read the information provided in the book and wrote down the important parts in his diary. He hated the fact that Caleb was stubborn enough to hide his titan blood from him. In his words, Philip had to… get used to it because Caleb was not going to allow them to be separated anymore. Hypocrite…

“Ugh…” the human groaned. The worst part was that this was the only book that contained information, great.

The brown one went to the last page of the book or rather diary, it belonged to Amelie's father.

“Amelie…” Philip whispered. Until now he hadn't realized that she had given him her father's diary. Wouldn't he scold her for that? If that was the case, he had to hand it over to her as quickly as possible, he didn't want her to be scolded because of him.

Although…why did she give him something so valuable in the first place? Yes, she said that she wanted to help him get off the islands because she couldn't stand him, but she was playing that part... At least that's what the human hoped.

It was a curious thing, even though she almost always made comments about how he was unbearable or something like that, it seemed to be an innocent joke, one that without realizing it he became accustomed to.

Another thing that seemed curious to Philip was the fact that she was spoiled, a spoiled witch who did not consider anyone inferior, she smiled at everyone, even him. He would never say it out loud, but her smile was kitten-like, because when she smiled her fangs peeked out from between her mouth. Yup, like a kitten.

The brunette smiled at the mental image of the witch with cat ears and tail, simply adorable.

Something tender about her was her voice. Soft and calm, somewhat monotonous at times, but it was almost… angelic, at least for the human. Even when she joked she maintained that serenity, she was still sophisticated. And don't get him started on her accent, something strange, but hypnotizing, if he... he could listen to her talk for hours.

He could also stare into her eyes for hours. Red like blood but maintaining a kind of glow on them, they were also mesmerizing.

She was mesmerizing, adorable, calm, kind, happy and pretty... too pretty for his own good... sometimes her... her made him feel very strange in his stomach…

Philip observe what he had just scribbled on the paper.

Without realizing it, he had drawn Amelie. Looking at him in that simple way and smiling at him with her little fangs.

His embarrassment only grew and he soon found himself thinking of things he shouldn’t have. He cover himself with his hands like a child would hide under a blanket.

Philip began to feel a overwhelming heat all over his body, especially his face. His stomach also felt funny and for some reason his heart beat faster than it was used to, he could hear it beating.

He was sorely tempted to rip the drawing into pieces and rid himself of the shame, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't...

“Ugh, what are you thinking!?” Philip hit his head and pulled his hair. His hands then covered his face and he looked away from his own diary.

He looked at the diary again.

Embarrassed, he grabbed the pen and added some details to her hair.

“Ouh” The brunette stroked the drawing page with his thumb. “What the hell am I thinking? I’m not… I’m not going to stay here… I… umh”

Philip let his head fall heavily onto the desk and groaned in frustration.

Why was she so attractive? Wait, no, she wasn't… Well, she was…

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!”

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 8 - The fake Calling Card

[AO3 version!!]

Due to his fame growing faster than he imagined, Arsenemon recent heists were not involved with the pieces of that Digimental, but more… Objects stolen from the digimon and the Digital World by humans.

The recent one was just a pair of boxing gloves stolen from a Gaomon.

“Sigh…”

Arsenemon felt completely upset with the human kind. It didn’t feel like what he heard about the humans -- including the legendary Chosen Children -- was real. Humans are just… Greedy creatures right? Soon or later this could attract the infamous Demon Lords, or he thought.

Not even the caper game felt right for him… But he couldn’t turn his back on his own kind. He couldn’t abandon them at all. Maybe focusing on the treasure and trying to make those ‘Chosen  Child Detectives’ do the right thing? Somehow he felt like Ken and the others weren’t bad people. This strange thought came into his mind countless times before and now.

“Hey boss!” Espimon floated around Arsenemon, “Do ya think the humans are bad?”

“I can’t answer that, sadly” he sounded melancholic somehow?

“Hmm… Oh?” the cyborg digimon spotted something curious with her visor “Boss, did you send a Calling Card already?”

“Huh??” the other blinked, “What are you talking about?!”

“I saw one of the Chosen Child detectives with one in hand right now.”

“W-what…!?”

Arsenemon gasped, did he… Did he send one and forgot? No, he didn’t remember doing it so… He immediately had an enormous curiosity right now, so he changed his form during his way to the ground and calmly walked in the crowd.

The person with the mysterious calling card was Daisuke, somehow. And Arsenemon just took the shape of Ken. As expected, Daisuke saw him and went immediately to talk.

“Ken, the sneaky thief sent another calling card!”

“Did he?” he replied. Then, ‘Ken’ immediately took the card from Daisuke’s hand and read it.

It was not exactly like Arsenemon’s cards. It was just a black card with a 5-year-old drawing of a cat. But the message was way more suspicious: 

~Tonight, I will steal the Terriermon and Lopmon twin’s Gen Emerald and Chen Garnet jewels respectively~ ᓚᘏᗢ

“This is an insult to my art !!!” Arsenemon thought, trying to keep himself calm outside.

“I only know one person with a Terriermon and a Lopmon and he lives in New York” Daisuke seemed to not notice the lack of flamboyance in the calling card, and this made Arsenemon a bit more irritated by that, “Do ya think he’s Arsenemon’s target?”

“Hmm…” and ‘Ken’ rested his chin on his hand -- How should I answer that… -- he thought.

“But Wallace never mentioned about them having uh, gems? Maybe it’s another Chosen Child? One who spoils their partner with fancy jewelry?”

“I’d like to investigate that, but it’s a little strange…” the other replied, “Doesn’t Arsenemon have their own pattern for those cards?”

“A… A pattern?” Daisuke blinked, “What do ya mean!?”

“Nevermind. Contact the others and tell them there’s a new mystery to be solved.”

“Uh… right?” Daisuke frowned, and then he noticed a critical detail -- “Ah, wait a second.”

“Hm?”

“Where’s Wormmon?” Chibimon asked, from Daisuke’s shoulder.

“He’s at home. Don’t worry, I will catch him and we will meet in a few hours.”

“Alright!” and then Daisuke left.

“How can that kid not realize the differences between that atrocity and my talented art!?” Arsenemon muttered in indignation, and then he left the streets to meet with Espimon. He changed his form back to his original one.

“Did you figure it out, boss?”

“Seems like a copycat intends to steal X-antibody digimon’s items.”

“Is there any Chosen Child with one?”

“Let’s search for them, and then steal them from the fake-me and return them back to their respective owners.”

“Ooh, sounds like a plan!!”

The 02 Team met in the same karaoke booth, again. Miyako definitely had become a member of that place just in case they needed the booth for their operations.

“Here’s the thing!”

Daisuke showed them the calling card. Everyone glanced at it and at Daisuke for a moment. Ken was still absent though… (As Miyako put: ‘Busy with school activities’ ) But Daisuke didn’t realize that who he talked with wasn’t Ken…

“Daisuke-san…” Iori broke the silence, “Are you sure this calling card came from Arsenemon himself?”

“Yeah! It’s black and has a cat on it!!”

“Hmm…” Miyako, Armadimon and Patamon squinted their eyes at it.

“But, we don’t know what he looks like…” Takeru, Hawkmon and Tailmon said next.

“Yeah…” Iori added, with a poker face “How can you be so sure a black card with a cat’s picture is related to him?”

“... I… Uhh…” Daisuke now had been full of doubts, “Maybe he likes cats!?”

“Daisuke’s trying to say he doesn’t know who's the sender” V-mon shrugged, “He just said ‘Arsenemon’ because he ran out of options.”

“You shouldn’t accuse someone like that!” Hikari pouted. It’s not like she believes the card was fake, but she would rather not accuse others without enough proof.

“S-sorry…” Daisuke frowned, he made Hikari mad at him… Oh noooooo!!

“What if we compare the previous cards?” Hawkmon suggested, “Then we could verify the authenticity of this one.”

“Oh! Good idea!” Daisuke grinned, “Then, does anyone have one?”

The booth got silent again.

“Guys?”

“Inspector Fujieda took them away from us, haha…” Takeru chuckled nervously.

“Wh--”

“She said it’s a criminal’s letter and those must be kept by the police!! 💦” Patamon added quickly.

“ • • • 💧”

“He’s not a criminal though…” V-mon shrugged, “I mean, can a digimon be caught and be judged by human laws?”

Everyone looked at V-mon, speechless.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no… You got a point…” Miyako replied quickly.

“That’s not important now! We have to find whoever has those jewels and protect them!” Daisuke snorted angrily, “It’s our job to help the digimon!!”

Thus both sides started searching for the Terrier-Lop digimon with those jewels. It wouldn’t be that hard… Right? But from Daisuke’s team they only knew the American Chosen Child named Wallace. It wouldn’t make sense if he was the target, considering Arsenemon was after stuff localized in Japan so far. So why would he suddenly target a boy from the other side of the Earth?

But… Wallace wasn’t the only Chosen Child to have been partnered with a Terriermon. Nor with a Lopmon.

“Ta-ku-mi.”

A sassy easygoing sister and an awkward serious brother. The Aiba siblings live in a suburb area and go to the Inoden High School together. They had their first digimon encounter when they were little, around August 2000. Takumi is the oldest and has been partnered with a Lopmon, while the sister a Terriermon (and both digimon twins were alike as their partners as well)

“What?” Takumi was reading the newspaper when his sister called him. All he did was move his head to the side to see her putting a ribbon on Lopmon, who was not satisfied with it, “Ami please… Lopmon hates to wear a bowtie…”

“But!!”

“P-please don’t take a photo of me with this…!!” Lopmon muttered, he wasn’t enjoying that ridiculous scene.

“Oh come on, Garnet~” Ami smiled at him, “Look, your sister likes ribbons!!”

“Emerald likes everything though…”

Terriermon was sitting next to Takumi, also wearing a bowtie, “Ami what if we try something else? Like a tie?”

“I don’t want anything like that!!” Lopmon protested with a tiny stomp.

“Ami…” Takumi sighed.

“Ok ok, no more fashion accessories!” she removed the bowtie from Lopmon, “Sorry Garnet…”

“The only accessory I need is my birth gem!”

“Yeah!” Terriermon nodded in agreement, “Leave the cute bows and ribbons to me~”

Outside, a shadow with long ears in a cat’s format was watching them from the window and hidden in a tree from the yard. Those eyes were fixated on the gems the two digimon had in one of their ears. But they couldn’t make a move now… It’s still morning, right?

“Ah Takumi/Ami, you’re going to be late for school.” the twin digimon said to their respective human partner.

“Oh, that’s right!!” and the Aiba twins would exclaim in their own ways. They were already done with breakfast and had their uniforms on, so all they needed was to turn everything off and lock the house.

Once they were leaving, the digimon floated around them. Yes, the digimon would go to school with them, just like any other school allowing them to be brought. With the number of humans with a digivice and a partner growing year by year, some places had to create a special area to leave your digimon around, like a room or a playground. The Inoden High School opted to let the digimon from their students stay in the yard or inside a free classroom in the building. The easygoing sister Terriermon would like to be chatting with everyone so she stays outside, meanwhile the more serious and reserved brother… He prefers to stay inside the building minding his own business (by reading comics and books)

“BOSS!! I FOUND THEM!!”

Espimon spent the entire morning scanning all of Tokyo's cameras to discover anything about those twin-digimon’s jewels. Arsenemon was just sulking because he just heard Daisuke say “maybe he likes cats!” when he was eavesdropping disguised as a karaoke employee.

“Boss??”

“Did you find something?” Arsenemon looked at his partner-in-crime. She nodded her head, “Good, let’s send a LEGIT calling card this time.”

“Ah… you’re still… offended by that fake card… 💧”

“Of course I am!” he pouted and gestured dramatically to make a calling card with his magical power, “This is a fine art! My art is supposed to be admired, not to be ripped off!!”

“Well, technically phantom thieves send calling cards in this world too…”

“But who would add a poorly drawn cat in it!? Is this like a little enfant trying to copy moi !?”

“Maybe…??”

“Then! This enfant needs to stop!” Now I need to find that Chosen Child again…”

“Hmm… He’s at the nearest ramen shop.”

“Perfect.”

“Thanks for the meal!!” Daisuke and V-mon said together, once the old man put their bowls in front of them. It was a small ramen cart down the street, and it had been Daisuke’s favorite place to eat after school and meetings with the 02 Team.

But, magically the ramen bowl “exploded” in front of Daisuke’s eyes and a black card appeared from it. Of course it was all an illusion trick and his ramen was still inside the bowl…

V-mon grabbed the paper floating, “Oh, Daisuke it’s… Another calling card!!”

“A-another!?” He took the paper from V-mon’s hands and read it.

‘‘Mon ami, this is a real piece of art. Don’t forget it. Tonight I will go to Aiba Takumi & Ami’s residence and steal the gem pieces from the Imposteur. Please keep this little souvenir with you ,,

“... W-what is this…?” the boy squinted his eyes, now there’s TWO calling cards in his possession…

This one was made of a refined and fancy black card with a golden paw in it.

“There’s two calling cards now!!” V-mon exclaimed “Oh, this one here is fancier…”

“ ‘Keep this souvenir’? Whaddya mean…?”

“There’s something… here” V-mon pointed to the back of the card, which actually was an envelope. He opened it for Daisuke, who was holding the ‘calling envelope card’ and they examined its content.

“!! Is this…!?” they exclaimed together, eyes widened.

Later…

“Ken-kun couldn’t come” Miyako said, right when Daisuke had called them to gather at the karaoke booth again, “He apologized and said the soccer team dragged him to some special training for the regional finals”

“Man…!!” Daisuke pouted, “This ain’t time for that!!”

“Look!!” V-mon snatched the card-envelope from Daisuke’s hands, “Arsenemon sent another calling card!! And this one has… coordinates to something!”

“Coordinates?” Iori blinked.

“He also mentioned an… Impor--something.”

“Imposter!” V-mon corrected him, “I think it was written funny…”

“It doesn’t matter, something’s off here!!” Daisuke yanked the card-envelope from V-mon’s hands, “Why would he send something like this!? Is he making fun of us!?”

“Ichijouji-kun might not be available for this, but we are” Takeru gently took the card from Daisuke’s hand, “Let’s see where those coordinates will lead us. Miyako-san, please?”

“Alright!” she said, and Takeru handed her the calling card.

Suddenly, Tailmon’s sharp senses noticed someone watching them, which she informed the others and then Daisuke, Hikari, Takeru and their partners left… to chase someone suspicious enough -- It was a digimon in a coat and fedora. And they started to run the moment they realized the kids and partner-mons were after them.

That suspect managed to escape… And ended up in front of the Inoden High School building.

“We can’t go in, right…?” V-mon innocently asked Daisuke, Hikari and Takeru. The humans and other two digimon took a while to think how to proceed.

“Right!” Daisuke punched the palm of his hand with his fist, “Let’s infiltrate! First we need uhh… Uhhh…”

While Daisuke was forcing his brain to formulate a plan, Takeru intercepted the first student coming out and… “If you say we’re friends I will let you eat the best ramen of the town.”

“A-ah, Takeru don’t--”

The male student, Amazawa Keisuke glanced at Takeru and nodded his head. Daisuke was in awe of how this dude just accepted to pretend to be their friend in return for food.

“H-HE ACCEPTED IT!?”

After a first introduction and getting inside the school facilities… They had to spread out and search for their suspect. Hikari and Tailmon went to the north area, Takeru and Patamon to the east area, and Daisuke and V-mon to the west area. It wouldn’t be hard to find some suspicious human-or-digimon wearing a coat and a fedora, right??

Then, V-mon spotted their target on the horizon, looking through the window. He and Daisuke approached carefully and hid behind a tree nearby the area. The suspect was… Looking at the digimon inside that room?? Daisuke took his phone and used its camera’s zoom function to see the classroom better.

“Daisuke, look!” V-mon whispered, as he pointed to a shiny object. Daisuke moved the phone and saw… A Lopmon with a red jewel on one ear.

Ah, they found one of the victims. This means…!! V-mon and Daisuke tried to capture the weird man-or-digimon, but they did it yelling so the suspect looked at them, screamed and they all saw their own faces -- It was a Betsumon. Betsumon ran away and escaped, meanwhile Daisuke and V-mon hit their face on the ground -- ouch.

Once the duos met outside the school, Takeru, Patamon, Hikari and Tailmon noticed the 

“Daisuke(-kun), V-mon?”  

Yes, they noticed a bump on their heads. Hikari asked, concerned: “What happened.”

“THE SNEAKY DIGIMON ESCAPED! IT LOOKED LIKE A MAN-TAILMON OR SOMETHING!?”

“Man Tailmon?” The two kids blinked.

“Betsumon…” Tailmon sighed.

After Daisuke and the group met Miyako and Iori, the goggle boy reported what they witnessed. And Tailmon gave another sigh.

“I see… Betsumon is after those gems. Their specialty is to pretend to be anyone else…” she looked upset, in V-mon’s opinion. But she shrugged, “I guess we have to stop them before things get worse.”

“Get worse?” Hawkmon asked, gently.

“Yes, either they or someone else might get hurt.”

“Do ya think Arsenemon would hurt them, dagya?” Armadimon frowned, and his imagination started to picture some big shadowy tying Betsumon on a rocket.

“The coordinates led to a residence address” Miyako interrupted the group’s imagination of what Tailmon meant and they all looked at her, “It’s the Aiba residence. The one mentioned in the calling card.”

“Arsenemon wants us to catch the fake Arsenemon?” Daisuke and V-mon said together.

“Exactly,” Iori replied with a nod.

“Then… let’s do it!” and then Daisuke glanced at the group, “So then we can catch both Arsenemon and his faker at the same time!”

“Two in one!!” V-mon winked and did a V sign.

But… that wasn’t right…

The quintet contacted the Aiba residence and explained everything they knew. They were allowed to stay inside and also in the yard, trying to protect the jewels the twin digimon had. V-mon wondered if those gems existed for every Terrier-Lop and if Wallace’s digimons had them too. Somehow those two twins… Didn’t seem that different from their human partners…

Emerald offered tea to the digimon and to the 02 Team. She was wearing a cute blue bowtie. 

“I wonder if this is really necessary…” Garnet squinted his eyes, “Takumi and I can take care of a thief.”

“We were involved in this case though,” Patamon shrugged.

When the lights turned off… A cat-like shadow appeared on the window and jumped inside the house. Garnet dodged the invader, and the other digimon outside and inside started a fight with…

… Wait a minute. Is this Arsenemon or the copycat!? (No one was sure about the appearance of Arsenemon yet!)

“Daisuke, evolve me!”

“Y’all crazy!? We can’t evolve inside the house!!” Emerald shouted, “No matter which size you will get, we can’t afford to repair the house!!”

“Then let’s move it outside!” Daisuke said seriously, and everyone went outside. The mysterious invader followed them, and then their appearance was clear by the moonlight.

“Isn’t that!?” Miyako gasped.

“A Meicoomon!?” They all exclaimed.

“Gah! You are not supposed to know my real name and appearance!!” Meicoomon babbled, and tripped on his own long feelers, “Ack!”

“... He’s not that… Bad, right?” Patamon blinked, “It doesn’t seem to be a bad guy…”

“But why is a Meicoomon after our partners’ gems?” Ami frowned, and she had Emerald and Garnet in her arms… Shielding them.

“Now that my secret has been revealed I-- I have to flee!!” Meicoomon jumped on the tree, but the quintet digimon went after him, only to be blocked by an elegant humanoid-like digimon, “Y-you are--!!”

The 02 Team digimon couldn’t see very well due to the tree’s foliage, but all they could notice was… the real Arsenemon was there. Tailmon tried to approach, as the same time Hawkmon and Patamon flew to the top of the three. V-mon and Armadimon couldn’t do much without wings though… So they stood on the ground.

“Who’s there, who’s there??” V-mon babbled. Armadimon just squinted his eyes.

Tailmon stopped a few branches before reaching the level Meicoomon and Arsenemon were, and Hawkmon & Patamon were trying to look from the top of the tree now. None of them could see very well, but… The small details they spotted were enough for the moment.

“Ah, mon ami…” Arsenemon, knelt on the level of Meicoomon’s height, “You’re a fan of moi, am I right? It’s nice to know someone who appreciates my art. But… I’d like it if you stop here, for our own sake.”

“B-but… I want to be like you!!” Meicoomon had teary eyes, “teach me! I want to… be cool too!”

“I think you misunderstood my mission, but… I’m no regular burglar. And you might cause problems for both of us. Maybe… when this all ends, we could think about teaching you some tricks.”

“Y-you will!?” Meicoomon eyes had sparkles of hope, and then he nodded, “Then, I will not do anything risky from now on, and will wait until you can teach me to be a phantom thief!”

Meicoomon got down from the tree and met everyone there, but since Tail-Pata-Hawk turned to the cat-like digimon… they didn’t see where Arsenemon went. Tailmon remembered of it quite late and jumped to the next branches to find a small card between the little branches.

She took it from the branches and read it: 

“I’ll leave this digi-mon ami in your hands.”

Everyone met Meicoomon, who apologized for his behavior and then left. Case closed, everyone went back to their usual routines…

After school the other day…

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I can’t believe Ken didn’t work with us!!” Daisuke complained. Miyako invited the group to try out a new cafe shop which opened recently, “Why did you jump into it and then had to dump everything on us seconds later!?”

Ken blinked, “What…?”

“You said you would grab Wormmon at home and then meet us at the karaoke booth!” V-mon pouted.

“Did I?” Ken frowned… “I hadn’t talked to you yesterday, Daisuke… I was too busy and couldn’t go…”

“What??” the duo exclaimed, the others were on the same boat as Ken… Something was suspicious…

“So you met someone who looked like Ichijouji-kun?” Takeru asked Daisuke and V-mon. They nodded.

“A… A fake Ken!? Like an evil dople--that-thing!?” Daisuke babbled

“You mean a ‘doppelganger’?” Iori raised an eyebrow, “It could’ve been a digimon disguised as Ichijouji-san though…”

“Yeah, let’s not start getting in panic” Miyako added with a sigh, but she gave a concerned gaze at Hawkmon.

“I noticed a few traits in Arsenemon this time” Tailmon changed the subject quickly, “He wears a black tuxedo, cape and has a long… Yellow tail.”

“Long yellow tail…” Armadimon repeated.

“SO HE IS A CAT!” Daisuke commented, triumphantly “I was right!!”

“You never said he was a cat,” Patamon said innocently, “You said he liked cats.”

“It doesn’t matter, now we know what he looks like!” V-mon argued back, crossing his arms.

“A cat huh…” Ken was musing… again…

This wouldn’t end right there though… Someone was watching them from a distance…

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Octoberfair has returned to Clarksburg! Based on the German festival of a similar name, adults are invited to partake in food and beer sampling while the kids run around and play. Since this is an Americanized version of the event, naturally the events lean heavily on Halloween theming more than fall itself. Hence carnival attractions like The Haunted House, Down the Zombie, a FEARis Wheel, and of course the Creepy Corn Maze! It’s here we find Bumper and Xena, the two out to have fun as Crocie feeds on pumpkin-spiced funnel cake in the main tent. Bumper would’ve stayed with his fat friend for it not for Xena presenting her pal with a wager. Should he escape the corn maze before her, without the aid of any of his phantom powers, he may pick their Halloween costumes for this year. Having the perfect costumes in mind, Bumper accepted his alien friend’s terms, thinking this would be a piece of pumpkin pie. About a minute in was enough to prove the little ghoul wrong. He was constantly set upon by scare actors whenever he wasn’t lost in the paths of corn. Just as the floating marshmallow was about to throw in the towel, a rustling noise made its way through the stalks. His fear was immediately replaced by interest when the source of the noise turned out to be a black cat named Kiki. Like always, it didn’t take long for Bumper to befriend the feline, who led Bumper out of the maze. Xena followed close behind, congratulating her best buddy on a job well done. When asked how he did it, the ghost revealed he had some help. Yet when he turned to introduce Xena to Kiki, the cat was gone. What happened to her?

Who knows, cuz she’s not gonna be a recurring character. Sorry folks, the Samp Gang doesn’t need a pet. Their quota of mostly silent, largely adorable companions has already been met by the giggling lil’ ghouly himself. Adding a cat to the mix would just complicate things and draw attention away from our main four heroes. If I’m feeling nice I’ll have Kiki pop up in future Halloween pictures, but for now I just wanted to draw Bumper being friendly to a black cat. Personally I’ve always thought it was weird how they were associated with bad luck when they’re such adorable fuzzballs. Considering Crocie’s stories are about finding kindred spirits in the most peculiar places, I figured a black cat would fit the bill nicely. Of course I had to name it after one of my favorite cartoon witches, but I had trouble deciding on either Luz or Kiki. Only after I ran the names and sketch by my friend @the-pale-servant did I settle for Kiki. I hope you all enjoy her and this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I commissioned the absolutely talented @echollama to draw my Tiefling girl Dahlia and she turned out so stunning <3

Some background on her:

Formerly called Love she was raised as a pleasure servant and didn't go outside much. She was content with life for a good few years, made some friends, lived in relative comfort. Love was sold after a few years and before she reached the coast of her new home, her ship was swallowed by the ocean. Before dying, a devil named Razal rescued her and made her his Warlock, promises of power and magic and freedom included. She is now adventuring through Tal'Dorei with a Triton bard at her side and trying to fit in and learn the customs outside of her own experience.

She's bubbly and friendly and a bit naive, because this whole doing what you want thing is new to her.

69 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#4

Strahd impressions from today. Player got me a little Strahd

71 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#3

Unless of course, thou shouldst take the crown?

Fandom: Elden Ring (there will be some story spoilers)

Characters: Blaidd x female Tarnished

Rating: Explicit (it is shameless smut)

The Tarnished and Blaidd meet in Caelid.

AO3 link

Part one

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You’ve taken refuge in an old hut. Hidden beneath cliffs and the endless red wastes of Caelid, you’re sighing a breath of relief. The path to Redmane castle is dangerous and filled with nightmares, which will haunt your dreams. You’ve seen people claimed by the scarlet rot, slowly losing their mind and life, and all you can offer is a quick end to their suffering.

And yet, there is Milicent and you're hopefully able to save her. A small act of kindness in all of this.

You’ve washed off the dirt and grime of your path and close your eyes for a brief moment.

Finally some rest. Your shoulders are stiff and your feet hurt and every piece of your equipment carries traces of the rot. It has not been your best day.

Soft, golden hues of reclaimed grace shine through a window that has been barred with planks. It’s a point of safety and your wounds are closed and your immortal soul stronger after a day of fighting.

And you’re not alone, which is so out of the ordinary that your stomach is in knots.

He’s too broad for the chair and hunched awkwardly on the creaking wood. His hulking sword leans against the wall and his cloak covers most of a once comfortable bed. It’s strange to see him without his armor and just in some linen shirt, almost casual and relaxed.

Blaidd watches your movements and the air between you is thick and filled with unspoken things. You rub your neck and try to understand what is going on between you. You haven’t seen each other since Siofra with your paths leading you into different parts of the land.

You’ve become much stronger, but not when he is near you and you can’t control the thoughts running through your mind. All of them seem so depraved.

You look for anything to talk about, anything to quieten your mind. “How long until we reach the castle.”

“Hard to tell. I’m sure the Festival won’t start without us though. We’re the main attraction.” There is a dry humor in his voice, which helps to quench some of your own doubts about the goal of your journey and all the unknowns. But you hope that one day it might be easier to read the expressions on his face and the subtle nuances in his tone.

“I still fear what is expected of us.”

“Using teeth and claws to win against a demi-god that has gone mad with the rot?”

You rub the bridge of your nose. “Hmmm, nothing out of the ordinary then? I vividly remember Godrick and Rennala and that hasn’t been much fun.”

Blaidd shrugs. “Not for us, yes. But who else is trying to put the Lands Between back together again? We have to start somewhere.”

To be fair, some weeks you are not sure what and why you are fighting for. They have banished your kind so long ago and you need to carve out for a place for yourself again. You follow your own train of thoughts as you feel the mood shift slightly. It’s in the way he watches your every movement, how his eyes never leave your body, and how he tries to find a comfortable position in the chair.

This time, there is no immediate danger. You’re clean and well rested and hunger stirs in your body. Maybe it’s longing for a quick escape of your dreary day and of the death that awaits you every waking hour. The need to feel more, someone warm and as eager as yourself. Your last encounter only left you with longing and a desire that shines too bright in your own darkness.

You slip out of your clothing, feeling a draft coming from the thin walls. Blaidd’s eyes match your hunger, but there is a feral note in his gaze. For a brief moment you wonder how it’d be to give in to this and ask him to not control himself. All he’s ever been is friendly, open, loyal to a fault. The thought of him letting his beast take over and just use you for his pleasure is frightening and exciting at the same time.

Maybe he guesses your thoughts or catches a hint of it, because it seems to get warmer in this little hut.

“Tarnished…” A low growl erupts from his throat and you notice the outline of his cock pressing against his breeches.

It’s an invitation.

You touch him once, twice, through the fabric and he closes his eyes and arches his neck. But you’re not patient enough to play a game of teasing and flirting and open his breeches. Blaidd helps with pulling them down his knees and his cock is freed.

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#2

Around 4 am husband woke up, produced small annoyed noises and then proceeded to roll into my arms, because he wanted to be held ... now my arms are dead, but it was so adorable.

109 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I woke up and looked at this

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[thatsneakymedic]

Frustration had Jiraiya on edge. Kabuto was being more difficult than usual. The younger man was avoiding him. Not the usual evading and nose turned up huffy annoyance. No it was turn tail and speed walk away. It was walked in on you naked on accident amd had no idea how to address it type of avoidance. 

He couldn’t think of anything he could have done to piss Kabuto off. Jiraiya scowls as he hovered silently in the doorway. Kabuto had his back to him. The grey medic was researching something. Nose thoroughly burrowed into books. Strange as it’s usually buried far up Orochimaru’s ass. 

Since that dream Jiraiya hasn’t been the same. He thought about Kabuto in a way he can’t go back from. The boy was pretty. A nice face that wasn’t too masculine but wasn’t feminine in any regard. Big round glassed complimented his sharp angular eyes. His voice… it sounds better struggling to catch air from how hard his hips are… 

Maybe it was obvious. Jiraiya had developed a bit of a crush. He wasn’t exactly acting normal either. He was tense and awkward when Kabuto did stick around for more than a second. Orochimaru seemed to have picked up on it too. It was a suspicion but nothing had come of it as far as talking about it. 

Light and silent on his feet Jiraiya stalked into the room. He needs to figure out his feelings. He wonders if Kabuto has similar feelings. The sudden shift in behaviour makes much more sense if the feelings were mutual. Both of them dancing around each other to avoid hurting themselves and Orochimaru. 

Jiraiya reached out. In a second he had gripped Kabuto’s ponytail and pulled it back to snap his head up. Jiraiya moved in as those pale pink lips part to complain. He kisses Kabuto. Long, deep… heated. His lips moving against the others and his tongue plays along Kabuto’s teeth. 

It did feel good. Which did little to undo the absurdity of this new attraction. His free hand moved under the collar of Kabuto’s shirt to feel the bare skin underneath. Warm… surprisingly smooth. Well.. what can he expect of someone so young? He groped Kabuto’s pec before finally breaking the kiss. He was panting for air like he had broken free from near drowning. 

“I got something for you and it won’t go away…” Jiraiya’s voice was gravelly and low. “I know you’re feeling something too… Let’s settle this.” He whispered before going in for another kiss. 

@thetoaddaddy

It's been days since that goddamn dream has messed up his focus and his feelings about the whole thing that wasn't even real to begin with, and even afterwards it remained in his thoughts somehow. Jiraiya has been visiting the hideout more and more throughout the week and before the dream happened, they would merely tolerate each other's presence for Orochimaru's sake. They would insult each other, criticize on the things they did or said, and compare each other on the many ways that Orochimaru would prefer one over the other.

Like two cats that would occasionally slap and hiss at each other without letting their claws draw blood.

Now, they couldn't even be in the same room as Kabuto would scurry away from them whenever the sannin would at least try to approach him, they don't talk anymore other than the simple one word answers of "yes" and "no", and Kabuto just can't seem to get a hold of his hormones that would skyrocket the moment he hears Jiraiya's voice. His mind instantly recalls that moment of the dream and his body immediately reacts accordingly.

Unlike Jiraiya who wears a lot of loose clothing and has a better chance of hiding "it", Kabuto however doesn't have any of such clothes and it would be very difficult to hide his subtle erection from the two if he stuck around them long enough. Not even facing his hips away from them would be good enough to hide it for long periods of time.

Whatever this is that was going on between them, it should've gone away till then. But it hasn't. And it's shocking that not even Orochimaru could evoke an immediate reaction from Kabuto themselves!

When Jiraya showed up again to the hideout, he managed to slip away from them with an excuse and has decided to hide himself within the library room where all of the books that they have gathered were stored, at leas till they left the hideout so that he can resume his daily tasks. He felt some relief that he managed to excuse himself since he could easily distract himself with reading the section of the book about tetrodotoxin poisons and how almost a lot of marine animals uses them. And he was however surprised that toads of all creatures can also use and carry these types of poisons in their bodies, a fact that was new to him. Or at least was forgotten till now.

He was so engrossed into the book that he didn't realize that he was being watched from the shadows till a sudden tug of his hair backwards makes him drop the book to fall on his feet and with both hands, he grips at the one that had a hold of his hair. But his head was pulled slightly backwards and before he could even say anything, his mouth was muffled and silenced with a intense and craving kiss that took Kabuto by surprise.

With the firm hold of his hair pulled back and his back rested on their front, Kabuto's fingers start to dig into Jiraiya's wrist. But not because he was trying to pry himself off from them but because he was overwhelmed with the intensity of the kiss. His widened eyes soften till they partially closed as he breathes through his nose as he reciprocates by not attempting to pull away or biting at their lips to get them to let go of him. He managed to let out a soft gasp as he feels their hand rove and caress his upper body and stomach as an anticipated chill creeps up his spine and imaginary butterflies fluttered in his gut. Their hand felt so amazing on his body and he definitely wants to feel more of them on him and all over him as well.

Perhaps finally, this distance and this unexpected sexual tension between the two of them will come to an end.

As they pulled away from the kiss, leaving Kabuto feeling breathless and winded. He could feel their warm breath fogging up his glasses and warming his face. His knees felt like they could collapse and he would've fallen if they weren't holding him by the hair. He wanted more of this, even if it felt like he was losing all sense of self control.

How embarrassing.

"You too huh? I'm so glad... that I wasn't the only one with this issue. Yeah, I agree... lets get this over with." Kabuto managed to say as he leans his head back more to allow them to kiss them back again with equal anticipation.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2014 (2) Masterlist

part one

30 Days to Fall - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Dan’s scraped by in life, never really enjoying it due to persistent bullies, stern parents, and loneliness. When a mysterious man from his past tells him he only has 30 days left to live, he finally takes the initiative to make the best of what time he has left.

A Thousand Words (ao3) - dlester

Summary: Dan joins an art class because he fancies a girl in it, but then he meets Phil, who he finds out started drawing for a very different reason. Slowly he begins to realise that the girl is not the only thing keeping him there, and he learns a lot from the strange boy.

Are We Out of The Woods Yet? (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: “We were built to fall apart and fall back together” - Taylor Swift, Out Of The Woods

Clarity - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: New glasses. Cute boy. Eye puns.

Crawling back to you (ao3) - definitelythor (yourlionheartx)

Summary: Inspired by Do I wanna know by The Arctic Monkeys [x] Dan and Phil started having phone sex while Dan was at uni, and once they moved in together they just stopped. Now they’re both coming to the realisation they want more, but they can still only tell each other over the phone

Crime and Punishment (ao3) - thisisalterego

Summary: This one is a little more intense than my usual fare. Consider yourself warned!

Cute Next Door Neighbor - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan gets bored one day when he's at home and decides to look out of his kitchen window, only to find his very attracted neighborhood raking and jumping into a pile of leaves and gets caught staring at him.

Death Angel - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Daniel is a Death Angel and has been since he died. Phil is killed after being hit by a car at university and now it’s Dan’s job to cross him over. Phil has questions for his Death Angel and wants to talk to him while Dan just wants to cross the boy over so he could go back to his duties. Phil only has so much time to cross before he’s too weak to do so but refuses to go without Dan who can’t cross due to his Death Angel status so Phil sets out to find out how to cross Dan over…whether Dan wants to or not.

Dirty Glasses - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Phil in glasses and a button up and Dan drooling over Phil. 

Do Let Me Keep You - ficster28

Summary: Or, in which Dan and Phil get a cat.

Easy (ao3) - ironicallyrad (snakedolls)

Summary: Contains coffee shop, pretentious and flirty boy, cake and coffee, and truth or dare in a secluded field.

Exposed - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil have been in a relationship for quite some time now and even when hiding, things seem to have been going smoothly. A picture had been posted by a phangirl and things quickly change and things get more complicated than ever for Dan and Phil. 

Four In The Morning - daeguk

Summary: Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth's betrayal; Dan Howell's never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who's afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan's just afraid of the response.

I Can't Slip in if Your Pants Don't Slip Off - venuslester

Summary: Dan and Phil are in the heat of the moment, just totally wanting each other but then Dan’s skinny jeans won’t come off easily.

I guess you do the dirty now and I do the dancing (ao3) - stillinblossom

Summary: Dan is a budding pianist growing up in a town where nothing really happens. Time seems to stand still to the point of dust never even settling, but merely hanging in the air and painting the town in a glum, grey colour. Convinced you either get out or get stuck there forever he spends his days perfecting the skill that could take him to the bigger cities – the bigger existence – that he’s dreaming of. Then something does happen; Phil happens. Phil is older and in Dan’s eyes extraordinary at all times, but never more so than in the dim light of his dance studio, in his own world that Dan somehow gets an invitation to.

Just Like In The Books (ao3) - Rhensis

Summary: Dan and Phil are total strangers that happen to catch each other's eye in a coffee shop one day

Just Making Sure - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan unpredictably meets his favorite radio personality, Phil, by being late for the train journey home. It is quite the encounter as they both had the worst possible day ever before meeting.

Just That Easy (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: In which Dan and Phil meet for the first time.

Dan keeps reminding himself that this is real. That Phil is really standing there right next to him. Phils smile can brighten Dan's day and his absence can fill a room. Phil's hand brushes against his own, there’s a pink tinge on his cheeks and suddenly there's no doubt in his mind. Maybe that's how it’s meant to be, maybe it’s always been that easy.

Last Roll of Wrapping Paper - auroraphilealis

Summary: It’s midnight on Christmas Eve, and Phil has just realized he has no wrapping paper.

Lonely This Christmas - passionfruitwriter

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Phil is desperate to buy one last minute present. However, his plan falls apart when he gets stuck in a closed shopping centre with a mysterious stranger, who has a quite different task in mind.  

Make Me Feel Like Someone Else (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: Dan gets kicked out of home for admitting his gay and runs into a guy called Phil, who doesn’t have it in him to let Dan stay on the streets.

His strong persona is gone, broken into a million pieces and it feels like all of him is shattered. “They kicked me out.”

Phil doesn’t have it in him to walk away now.

Separate Pages (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: Dan finds it nearly impossible to think he never noticed Phil Lester. His note book is filled with doodles of lions and planets and stars and maybe the fluttery feeling Dan gets in the pit in his stomach isn't such a bad thing.

Seven Days - washedoutgay

Summary: Dan was known as a 'man-eater' at his school, accepting dates from whoever offered, but he had never stayed with anyone for longer than 7 days. He never expected to change this lifestyle either but then again, he never thought a boy that asked him on a date to see a 'kids movie' would change any of that.

Shelter Me - howthemoonsuitsthenightsky

Summary: It's raining and, yet again, Dan has forgotten his umbrella. Luckily there's a stranger who's willing to share theirs.

Simmer Down and Pucker Up (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: Maybe it would have been better, if he just left things alone. Because then he wouldn't remember Phils laugh in such avid detail, or how much his eyes light up when he get excited over the smallest, almost meaningless things.

After Dan's forced to pick between his family and Phil, he realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life; but he's going to fix it.

Sirenia (ao3) - potatoesarenotforsex

Summary: Phil is a marine biologist, called in to work on something unusual found off the coast of Australia. Dan is the last thing he expected to find.

Spin Cycle (ao3) - pluginlester

Summary: The day after getting back from Florida, Phil has lots of washing and unpacking to do, but he and Dan get a little distracted.

Take Me into Your Loving Arms (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Save the date! You have been cordially invited to Dan and Phil’s winter wonderland wedding, but first experience Dan and Phil’s nerves first hand, and all of the wonderful moments leading up to their big moment. Then, sit through the ceremony of their dreams (Disclaimer: may need a few tissues handy). Afterwards, feel free to enjoy some dinner and all of the other wonderful parts of their reception. Then a little later, take a peek at what they get up to on the night after their big day.

Taking Every Chance I've Got (ao3) - nagirci, Rhensis

Summary: All Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

That Other Time We Broke the Sofa - phansomedevil

Summary: They've just filmed a gaming video, and Dan is strategizing how to go about fixing the sofa. Bored by this discussion, Phil has other ideas. 

The Boy On The Bridge (ao3) - TheSadisticMunchkin

Summary: I never thought of a boy as beautiful.

But this boy, he was definitely beautiful.

The glass around your heart (ao3) - definitelythor (yourlionheartx)

Summary: Everything comes to the surface a few months after Orlando, while Dan and Phil are in France, because there’s only so much Dan can take. And Phil needs to face up to his feelings

the lucky ones (ao3) - sohmaskyos

Summary: AU in which everything is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Or, the one where Dan and Phil meet and are thrown into a world of colour.

Wake Up Wokingham (ao3) - Azure (Fancy_Ravenclaw)

Summary: Dan Howell has to learn how to deal with being the only one on earth to know that everyone is being controlled by a higher power. Fortunately, he has Phil Lester to help him with this, and maybe together they could change the situation forever. Maybe.

You’re everything I want, why should I resist when you are there for me? (ao3) - smallbump

Summary: high school!au where dan’s failing too many subjects and phil tutors him, but they end up helping each other with so much more.