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cosmic-kitten-writing · 3 years

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Everything I will write

This will just be going through what I will/won't write, the fandoms I will write for, and characters from said fandoms I will write for. This will be changed as I become more comfortable with things, get better at writing, watch new shows, and finish the ones I'm on. Please respect what makes me uncomfortable. If something isn't on the list feel free to ask if I will write it. If anything makes no sense feel free to ask.

What I will write:

💜 Fluff

💜 Angst With Happy Ending

💜 Mentions of Abuse, Depression, And Anxiety (trigger warnings will be placed)

💜 Character X Reader

💜 Headcanons

💜 Imagines

💜 LGBTQ+ Content (These requests will take longer for research purposes)

💜 GIF Imagines

💜 Matchups

💜 Cross-Overs

What I won't write:

💔 Angst Without Happy Ending

💔 Heavy Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, And Bullying.

💔 NSFW (Don't Request It. I am a minor)

💔 Character X Character

💔 OC X Character

💔 Mentions of Non-Con

💔 Suicide and Self-Harm

💔 Mental Illnesses (I can't portray them properly)

💔 Oneshots

💔 Anything involving religion

💔 Yandere Things

💔 Pregnancy, Children

💔 Polyamory

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My Fandoms + Character I will/won't write for:

✅ Hanako-kun, Yashiro Nene, Minamoto Kou, Nanamine Sakura, Mitsuba Sousuke

❎ Yugi Tsukasa, Akane Aoi, Aoi Akane, Tsuchigomori, Minamoto Teru, Hyuuga Natsuhiko

✅ Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochaco, Jiro Kyoko, Yaoyorozu Momo, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado, Mirio Togata, Toga Himiko

❎ Aoyama Yuga, Ojiro Mashiro, Sato Rikido, Koda Koji, Shoji Mezo, Sero Hanata, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Toru, Mineta Minoru

✅ Fujioka Haruhi, Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyoya, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Honey, Mori

❎ Basically Anyone Else

✅ Miia, Papi, Centorea Shianus, Meroune "Mero" Lorelei, Suu, Rachnera Arachnera, Zombina, Dopple, Manako, Tionishia

❎ Kimihito Kurusu, Lala, Ms. Smith, Polt

✅ Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, Genocider Syo, Aoi Asahina, Sayaka Maizono, Leon Kuwata, Chihiro Fujisaki, Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Celestia Ludenburg, Sakura Oogami, Mukuro Ikusaba, Hajime Hinata, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Akane Owari, Sonia Nevermind, Kazuichi Souda, Mahiru Koizumi, Peko Pekoyama, Ibuki Mioda, Mikan Tsumiki, Gundham Tanaka, Nagito Komaeda, Chiaki Nanami, Shuichi Saihara, Himiko Yumeno, Maki Harukawa, Rantaro Amami, Kaede Akamatsu, Kirumi Tojo, Angie Yonaga, Tenko Chabashira, Miu Iruma, Gonta Gokuhara, Kokichi Ouma, Kaito Momota, Kiibo

❎ Byakuya Togami, Hifumi Yamada, Yasuhiro Hagakure Junko Enoshima, Byakuya Twogami, Teruteru Hanamura, Hiyoko Saionji, Nekomaru Nedai, Tsumugi Shirogane

✅ Yumeko Jabami, Mary Saotome, Midari Ikishima, Yumemi Yumemite, Itsuki Sumeragi

❎ Runa Yomozuki, Kirari Momobami, Ririka Momobami

✅ Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho

❎ Muzan Kibutsuji, Tamayo, Yushiro, Giyu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku

✅ Meliodas, Diane, Ban, King, Gowther, Merlin, Elizabeth, Derieri, Gloxinia, Melascula, Zeldris

❎ Escanor, Drole, Estarossa, Fraudrin, Galand, Grayroad, Monspeet

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Rules:

⭐ A limit of 5 characters (If they are part of a group, I may make an exception)

⭐ By cross-over I do not mean two characters from different worlds meeting (ex: Yumeko Jabami meeting Celestia Ludenberg) I mean concepts from one universe crossing over to another (ex: Y/N transfers from Hyakkaou Private Academy to Ouran High School, and struggles with the shift between environments)

⭐ I will mostly be writing gender nuetral readers so it's open for people of all genders, but upon request I may do specific genders.

⭐ Keep everything political and religious off my account. I don't want people getting into fights on my account so please keep your religion and political opinions to yourself.

⭐ I do not tolerate racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia or anything like that. I want everyone to feel at home on my account so I will not tolerate slander upon any minority.

⭐ If you make a request be patient. It will take me a while to write something, so please wait I'll try to get something out in at max a week. So please don't bombard me with DM's about how long I'm taking.

⭐ Chances are there will be spoilers for every fandom mentioned so just be aware.

⭐ Please request in English. I don't speak any other language.

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Needed Links

Match-Up Requirements

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And that's it. Feel free to ask questions and make requests. Please respect me and my pronouns. I hope you all have a great day/night. Bye

(GIFs used aren't mine. They belong to their rightful owners.)

#y/n #my hero academia #amatuer #ohshc #tbhk #mha headcanons #monster musume #danganronpa #kakegurui #demon slayer #sds x reader

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19catsncounting · 3 years

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Hi! Do you look for fanfic by filtering by word count, or are you sane?

The Wards of UA is currently the longest BNHA fanfic on Ao3, and in the top 100 of longest fanfics on Ao3 irrelevant of fandom. It’s well over a million words long, longer than the entire Lord of The Rings trilogy and almost twice as long as the Bible, and still not finished. So, why should you read it?

(TL:DR, I’m gonna sell you on a fic I spent over a year writing, now that it’s coming to an end.)

Well, to start off, it’s an Erasermic Family-centric fic with a heavy focus on trauma recovery, and by “trauma recovery,” I mean there are absolutely no “hug and heals” for anyone. There are several characters who face elements of their own trauma, there are discussions of coping mechanisms and #relatable moments for readers who have also gone through trauma. Eri still has trauma even after the Cultural Festival concert? Check. Bakugo still has trauma from Kamino Ward? Check. Aizawa has trauma from USJ? Check. All Might has trauma because oh dear god what HASN’T that man seen in his career? Check. And more! Shinsou is the central focus of this fic, and this purple boy has been through some Trauma in his life, in an AU-take based on coldandhotsoba’s The Last Resort, with some deviations.

But, back to “Erasermic Family,” Mirio is very Spiritually Adopted into the Erasermic Family here! He is a wonderful big brother (who is struggling with his own trauma responses after the 8 Precepts raid and watching Sir Nighteye die after losing his quirk because why wouldn’t he??) not just to Eri, but to Shinsou, and he’s not the only one out of the Big Three to get some love. (And MiriTama happens, of course.) Likewise, Present Mic is very much a central figure in the Erasermic Family, and the DadMic is incredibly strong, especially in the first half where Aizawa struggles a bit with his emotional constipation. Another thing that might be missing from most found family/adoption fanfics, the prospect of adoption is taken incredibly seriously between our dads, in a realistic way that makes sense with two disaster gays in their 30′s who have five jobs between them and suddenly have been given two children to look after and care for.

And while the fic is Erasermic Family centric, they are absolutely not the only characters who get development or “screentime” in Wards. Every. Single. Character in 1-A gets at least one POV, and a little character development. Aoyama? Tries to help Eri cope with having a powerful and hard to control quirk, and feels a bit alienated from his classmates due to the language barrier. Koda? Gets to show off his amazing communication skills and teamwork abilities, while translating an extremely rude cat. Sato? Gets to have a Normal One, but only sometimes. Shoji? Has a little sister OC and tries to come to terms with mutant quirk discrimination. And that’s not to say that I don’t have time for Monoma to be a Horrible Yet Lovable Gremlin (or for Kendo to be suffering profusely in the background.)

And if you have issues with Endeavor’s redemption right now, I have great news - Wards tackles that very differently from the manga! Endeavor is still a trashfire that didn’t suddenly realize that he should be a good person because he’s the number one hero, the raging abusive narcissist who literally bred his children into existence to achieve his own goals is still a raging narcissist who will do anything to achieve his own goals, he’s just too busy to inflict more pain on his family now.

And then we get OCs - cat OCs like Todoroki’s secret and unauthorized pet cat Soba - and human OCs like Present Mic’s Deaf sidekick Byte Sound, Bokunto the convenience store cashier that Aizawa used to arrest for pickpocketing with his quirk, Ms. Saito the case manager for Shinsou’s wardship, the entire Aizawa and Yamada family tree spanning back two generations (with Yamada’s lesbian moms who adopted him along with 7 other siblings and fostered 57 other children), and more. But, these OCs aren’t imbalanced, they aren’t loved by the characters just because they’re mine, they’re just ways of filling in the blanks of unexplored spaces in BNHA.

And the plot? Oh, the plot is not just found family and trauma recovery, even if Shinsou and Eri learning to trust and be loved and cherished and supported for the first time in their lives is the central theme. (Sickfic arc, anyone?) Wards mostly takes place right after the Cultural Festival with the Villain Academia arc happening in the background, covering the Joint Training Exam, Internship arc (with Bakugo and Miruko internship? Fatgum and Yaoyorozu?), and the War arc. And while that’s happening, there’s also a crime-mystery plot of finding The Miasma, the human trafficking organization that pretty much altered Shinsou’s life completely that’s now tied into the production of Nomus, and the hunt to take them down.

And now that I’ve started writing the final arc of Wards, the arc that will cover the War arc with some pretty big deviations (***SPOILERS*** I’m not going to let one of the most recurring adult female characters die), I felt like it was time to put some advertisement out there and sell the longest BNHA fic on AO3 one more time because by the time you’ve read through what’s published, the fic will probably be completed or close to that.

(And if you’ve read this far, you can probably see why Wards is over a million words long with how wordy I can be.) Wards updates on a biweekly basis, and I hope you’ll give it a shot!

#bnha #mha #shinsou hitoshi #eri #aizawa #present mic #erasermic family #fanfic #dadzawa #dadmic

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chaoscryptidart · 3 years

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I’ve had these two idol OCs rattling around inside my empty skull the last couple days. I’m not 100% sold on these designs but i LOVE these ladies. Info under the cut mostly because I just want to talk about them.

B. Arra Koda (It’s supposed to kinda sound like barracuda) is a half octo-half squid. Pyrrah Anna (obviously a play on piranha) is full squid and full bimbo. There are approximately no braincells between them.

The two of them are a super niche band based in a hole in the wall club/restaurant that Kodas mom owns. They regularly do performances there and are trying to sell their music to splatfest competitors to try and get their names out there. Their music is SUPER inspired by OK Goodnight which is a personal favorite band of mine. Here’s a link to their latest album. Put a squid filter on Casey Lee Williams and you’ve got Kodas voice lmfao. I imagine their music somewhere between prog metal and japanese indie rock. Both of which are genres i’m guilty of indulging into so this is really just about as self indulgent a duo as I could have possibly made but its FINE.

I have a whole idea on how they met (and even on how Kodas parents met. Them being a squid and an octo.) but I think I’ll keep it to myself for now bc I’m....kinda tempted to write a fic about it. Cringe culture is dead but my writing is SUPER cringe so we will have to see.

#art #fanart #drawing #drawings #digital art #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon fanart #splatoon oc #oc #ocs

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charonarp · 3 years

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I’m still alive and here’s a bunch of doodles I’ve made :D

My (streaming) friends .w.

Madam Skele :)

Koda, the 15 year old tiefling fighter :)

Wizard person I made up :D

My main OC (Masked)

My main OC (Unmasked)

Little Alastar (my 11 year old Rogue)

Lani (my rabbit rogue :p)

Haywood Stitch, a scarecrow that was mysteriously given life

And the Halloween portrait I made for myself for Twitter :) (I went with a raven theme)

some of these were colored in on a stream of mine over on Twitch :)

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notalwaysthevillian · 3 years

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My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.2k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

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Chapter 2: Best Room Contest

Dinner had been delicious, with hardly anyone taking because we were busy stuffing our faces. I got sandwiched between Kirishima and Mina, the latter of which was chatting about how awesome dorm life would be.

“The girls can take clean up duty.” Mina declared as soon as everyone was finished.

The boys didn’t argue, heading into the common room to hang out without another word.

“Mina, I’m sure we could’ve convinced some of them to clean up.” Jirou huffed as she leaned back against the kitchen counter.

Mina shrugged as she started filling the sink with soapy water. “Yeah, probably, but now we can have some girl time. Plus I wanted to ask Nami about her quirk, aren’t you curious?!”

Holding back a smile, I activated my quirk. There were a few gasps as the water followed my hand motions, starting to rinse the dishes.

“Ooooh, that’s so cool!” Thankfully Hagakure talked with her hands a lot, so I knew it was her.

“Sooooo, I have a fun idea.” We had to wait a moment for Mina to continue as she scrubbed a particularly crusted dish. “What if we had a room contest? To see who has the coolest room?”

“You just want to see the boys’ rooms.” I teased, poking her in the side.

She flung her hands in the air, sending soapy water everywhere. “Well, duh!”

“Ew!” Uraraka shrieked as the water soaked her.

Flicking my wrist, I pulled the water out of her clothes and put it back in the sink. “My quirk can come in really handy with dishes.”

“Can you shoot water from your hands?” Tsu had a finger on her chin. “Or do you pull it from the air?”

“More of the second one.” I gestured to the open air around us. “There’s almost always water in the air, or the potential to make water. So I pull the molecules around to create it, and then I can manipulate it. As long as something is mostly water I can control it, but it has to be like…95% water. I wouldn’t be able to control soup, but I could control sweat. Maybe? I’m not really sure, I haven’t tried.”

“You’ll have to tell Deku about your quirk.” Uraraka leaned against one of the chairs. “He takes notes on all of our quirks and keeps them in this notebook that he carries around. He’ll want all the details.”

“I wish I knew everything about it. There’s still a lot I’m figuring out.”

She gave me a smile. “We all are! Mr. Aizawa is a great teacher, he’ll help you learn everything!”

“So??” Mina interrupted, having finished the last dish. “Are we gonna have a competition or what?”

“Can I change into something else first?”

“Hagakure, no one can see you.”

“Still!”

“Okay, okay.” Yao-Momo held up her hands, silencing everyone. “Why don’t we all change and then go ask the boys? If they don’t want to participate, we shouldn’t force them.”

The girls departed, each of us slipping into sleepwear. I threw on some shorts and one of my comfy band t-shirts before meeting the girls downstairs.

Mina and Hagakure lead the way, darting into the common area.

“So the girls and I have been taking and-”

“We have a great idea!”

“Let’s see who has the coolest room!”

Midoriya started panicking, but I realized that a few people were missing.

“Hey, Uraraka,” I nudged her, keeping my voice low. “Where’s Tsu?”

“She didn’t feel good, so she’s resting.”

“Oh, I hope she feels better by tomorrow.”

Tsu seemed cool, and she’d been fine when we were doing dishes, but I didn’t want to pry. Maybe it was some frog thing that happened at night that I didn’t know about.

I realized that everyone had headed upstairs and they were looking around Deku’s room. Uraraka disappeared from my side to look around.

“You’re such a fan boy!”

Glancing in I saw a lot of posters of All Might. He had been the number one hero until recently, with the incident in Kamino Ward. He was a cool hero, but he’d never been my all time favorite.

“You know, Deku’s smart. This will all be worth a lot someday.” I caught the look on Deku’s face and laughed. “If you can part with it.”

“Does this mean they’re judging our rooms too?” I heard Kaminari ask from the doorway.

I put one arm on his shoulder, standing on tiptoe to try and get closer to his height. “Well yeah, I gotta judge where I’m gonna be spending most of my time.”

His face flamed immediately, making me, Kirishima, and Sero laugh.

“You’re really cool, Nami. I’ve never seen a girl flirt back so hard.” Sero said through his laughter.

Kaminari shifted so he could get an arm over my shoulders. “Anything for you, princess.”

The nickname sent a shockwave through me, or was that his quirk. I tensed immediately, feeling my control slip as memories flooded my brain.

“Woah, hey.” Kaminari’s voice was softer now, and he pulled me away from the crowd. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean-”

“It’s not your fault.” I managed to get out, cringing as I heard my voice crack. “I just - I - please don’t call me princess.”

“I won’t do it again.” He held up a hand as though swearing an oath. “Future boyfriend’s honor.”

That broke the tension, getting a small smile from me. “Thanks.”

“We’re missing Tokoyami’s room.” He gently guided me to the open doorway. “Woah.”

“Honestly, I could nap in here.”

The room was pretty dark, with glowing purple accents around the place.

We continued on, with Aoyama’s room looking exactly as I’d pictured, and all of us agreeing to skip Mineta’s room.

“So, the third floor then?” Uraraka asked, the other girls agreeing immediately.

“Hey, why are only the boys getting picked on?” Mineta’s voice rang out down the hall. “Nami’s room is on this floor too, I don’t see you ripping her door open.”

Everyone looked at me, and I shrugged. “It’s just a room, go ahead. A few of you have already seen it anyway.”

“What? Before me?” Kaminari darted over and opened my door. “Woah, super chill vibes.”

Mina glanced around. “You really like the color blue, don’t you?”

“Says Miss Pink!”

“You might be able to get Mr. Aizawa to let you have some fish in this fountain.” Koda swished the water around a little. “The water is the perfect temperature.”

“We used to have a Koi pond at home, do you think he’d be cool with that?”

Koda’s eyes lit up. “We should ask!”

“There’s a lot of benefits to having a koi pond.” Iida started going off with facts. Most people headed to the next floor, but I listened to a few more. “It would have a good calming effect. Koda could practice his quirk.”

“I could practice mine too.” I cut in.

Iida looked at me. “Apologies, I hadn’t asked what your quirk is.”

“No big deal! I call it Wave. I can essentially create water particles out of the air? I’m sure there’s a better scientific explanation, but I don’t know all the specifics.”

“That’s interesting. Perhaps we could go over it some other time? The others are eager to move on, and my room is on the next floor.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he ran up the stairs.

I joined in time to see Ojiro looking disappointed. His room looked pretty plain, so I shuffled into the rest of the group to see the next room.

“Wow, it looks like a library in here!” Ochaco said as we walked in.

Iida was happy to show off his room, including the rows of glasses he had in case they broke in training.

Kaminari’s room was next, with all of the girls insulting it immediately. He sighed as they moved on, looking really down.

“I think it looks cozy.”

He flashed me a quick smile. “You really are perfect.”

“I’m really not -”

“Perfect for me.”

That comment had me blushing, as much as I tried to hold it back. I put a hand on his face, shoving him backwards. “Come on, there’s still plenty of rooms to see.”

“Do any of the rest of them matter now that you’ve seen mine?”

“Koda has a bunny!” I heard one of the other girls squeal.

I darted off to join them, hearing Kaminari whine. “No fair, we don’t get pets!”

We moved on to the next floor, avoiding Bakugo’s room since he was sleeping. Kirishima yawned, making Mina run off to his room next.

“You can sleep after!”

Kirishima’s room looked more like a gym than a bedroom, and Shoji’s barely had anything at all.

“We’ll finish the boys’ rooms, and then move onto the girls’. Next floor!”

Sero’s room had more of an exotic feel to it, which none of us had been expecting. Todoroki had somehow managed to redo some of the doors even, turning it into a Japanese getaway.

“How did you remodel this entire room in just one day?!” Mineta threw his hands in the air.

“With hard work.”

“Shit, Todoroki.” I leaned in the doorframe. “I’m calling you to remodel.”

“Last up is Sato!”

“Something smells good.” Ojiro sniffed the air.

Sato gasped. “Oh I forgot! I finished unpacking early and started making a cake! Did you guys want some?”

“Yes!” All of us girls chimed in, the promise of sugar flooding our brains.

“No fair, he’s bribing the judges.” Kaminari complained, crossing his arms.

I took some cake from Sato, offering him thanks, before holding up a piece to Kaminari. “I take bribes. What are you offering?”

He grinned, grabbing the piece I held out and popping it into his mouth. “That depends. How much of a bribe do I need?”

“You’ve gotta beat this delicious cake.”

One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling us nose to nose. “I can think of a sweeter bribe.”

“Kaminari leave her alone!”

I giggled as Kaminari pecked my forehead. “Mina, it’s fine, I really don’t mind. He’s cute.”

“Aw, come on, just cute?”

“Let’s go, it’s the girls’ turn!” Mineta cried out, heading over to the elevator. “Back to the third floor, we already saw Nami’s.”

Jirou showed off her room a little hesitantly.

I gasped after she opened the door. “It looks like a recording studio!”

Everyone got really excited over her room, but Jirou was hunched over the whole time.

“Who’s next?” I called out.

Hagakure excitedly ran over to her room, which I realized was above mine.

Jirou nudged my shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No problem, it looked like you were getting overwhelmed.”

It looked like someone had thrown up pink all over Hagakure’s room, whereas Mina’s had more of a black and pink vibe.

Ochaco showed us hers, rubbing the back of her neck. “Not very interesting, I know.”

“Aww, I love the picture of you and your parents.” I gestured to the frame on her desk. “That’s adorable.”

“Thanks! We take one every year, but I love that one. I was two.”

“You were so cute!” Reaching out, I pinched her cheek. “You still are.”

“Aw, thank you!”

We skipped over Tsu’s room, with Ochaco explaining that she wasn’t feeling good, and headed to Yao-Momo’s room.

“How did you even fit that in here?”

Her bed was gigantic, barely fitting in the room. Jirou poked my shoulder, whispering, “Momo’s rich, so she brought her stuff from home. I saw some people building it in here because it wouldn’t fit through the door. They had to take it apart.”

“That’s everyone! Let’s go downstairs and vote!”

Mina led us all to the common area, handing out little scraps of paper.

“When did she make these?” Kirishima asked, before covering up a yawn.

I couldn’t help but yawn in response. “I have no clue.”

We all put our votes in, and Mina gathered them up and counted them.

“Alright everybody! Here are the winners of the first Best Room competition…minus Bakugo and Tsu. With five votes, the winner of this contest is: Rikido Sato!” Mina announced. “By the way, most of the girls voted for you. That cake was delicious!”

Mineta and Kaminari immediately went in on Sato, yelling at him for bribing the judges.

“Wait, who didn’t vote for him?” Kaminari pulled away from yelling at Sato for a second.

I raised my hand. “I wasn’t bribed by cake so much as I was a bunny. I voted for Koda.”

“Aww, come on babe!” He threw himself backwards, laying across my lap. “I voted for you!”

“Because my room is obviously better.”

“Could you two just ask each other out? You obviously like each other!” Hagakure shouted, causing everyone to look at us.

Kirishima waved a hand over us. “You’ve been flirting with each other since you met.”

Kaminari started stammering, but I shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my boyfriend. You’re already way more energetic than my last one, I could use a change.”

“I - what?”

Rolling my eyes, I yanked Kaminari up to look him in the eye. “Do you want to date me?”

“Y-yeah, obviously.” He flushed as a few people “aw”d. “Is asking someone out that easy?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I got up from the couch, stretching my arms over my head. “I’m exhausted. Good night guys!”

“Good night!”

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari/oc #kaminari x oc

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riverxkeichains · 3 years

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My OC(Kioda, On the Right) with my Close Friend's OC(Chogon, On the Left) ^^.

Rainbow Line Edition:

These two were previously both my Close Friend's and My Mixels OCs. Years Later We Both Decided to make them Normal and Original Human Characters(Sort of Because They both have wield some Phoenix Powers, Also I Redesign both Mine and My Friend's OC If your Curious)However Kioda is still my Mixels OC, Just that He's in his Different counterpart~. These two are a Couple, Even Before Years ago later? Their Still Together ;).

Here's A Old Photo Of Them~♡:

Chogon(Belong to My Friend):

Native American Mix(Fang Gang Mix as a Mixels)

Phoenix of Autumn.

Chogan's Namesake is from a Native American Algonquin name meaning "blackbird."

Cho for Short.

18~21 years old.

Male(Cisgender)

Spear as Weapon of Choice.

Taken(By Koda)

Bisexual.

Kioda(Character Made by Me):

Japanese(Lightxers(Original Tribe by Me) as a Mixels)

Could possibly be albino(However he was born with black eyelashes)

Phoenix of Light.

Kioda's Namesake is for "Kioshi"(Means Pure) and "Koda"("Friend" in Native American and "Rice paddy of happiness" in Japanese). Hence That's why he's Called Koda for Short.

Koda's Deadname is Kaori.

16~19 years old

Male(Transgender Masculine, FtM)

Bō Staffs as Weapon of Choice.

Has a Twin Sister by the Name of Kamari(Mari for Short), Who he loved and Support.

Taken(By Cho)

Bisexual.

Well That’s all I have for this post.

Be sure to give a like ♡ and a Reblog to this post ^^.

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hajime-isayama-official · 3 years

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ooh we doing oc’s?? here is mine

his name is koda, he’s a short and wholesome lil boy. he lived in wall maria and within the fall he lost his father (mother had passed before the fall) and his younger brother was chomped by a Titan and lost his legs. koda joined the military aiming to join the garrison so he could protect his brother in the walls, but his brother and eren’s convinced him to go to the scouts

koda is a very wholesome and sweet boy at first, he’s intelligent and capable but is held back by fear and self-doubt. as the series develops his skills improve on the battlefield. post-timeskip he grows his hair out to a short ponytail, becomes more serious and is now being personally trained by levi because of his potential strength and is rivalling mikasa for the next “humanity’s strongest soldier”

YES GIVE ME A SOFT WHOLESOME BOY!!!!!111!1

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Cleansing (Pt.1)

Spencer x OC Aundreya

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Summary: Spencer needs help dealing with his dealer. Both of them are required to take two weeks off and they decide to spend those two weeks together. Things get hot and messy and emotional. There’s a lot going on. Story nine.

Category: Some angst, some fluff, some steam, some smut.

Warnings: Cussing. Drugs. Mentions of drug abuse. Shots fired. Discussion of prior sexual abuse. Oral (both receiving), penetrative (unprotected), fingering, creampie.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. Forgive me if it’s bad and I’d love to hear your feedback. Also, I know injuries don’t heal that fast but we are just going to ignore it.

Side note: Somewhere in here I hit 50k words of fanfic.

About a week or so after Spencer and I talked about our problems, the rest of the team figured it out. Or at least I assumed the rest of the team figured it out because Hotch figured it out. Well, all of it except the kiss. That no one knew about. And things would have been fine and we would have continued going to work as usual if Reid had just listened to me. But no, instead, he made a poor decision that led to us both taking a required two weeks off.

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A knock sounded at my door. I got up to check who it was through the peephole and saw that it was none other than Spencer Reid.

“Hey Doctor Genius,” I said as I opened the door to let him in. It had been two days since he’d confronted me and slept over. “What’s up?”

There was terror in his eyes, “I need your help.”

“Of course. What’s going on?” My own eyes got wider at his apparent panic.

“The guy I’m getting the drugs from. He’s threatening me,” he said. I slowly nodded.

“Threatening to what? It’s very common for dealers to threaten certain things, especially if you are late on payment. Are you in debt?” I asked.

“No, no, nothing like that.”

“Then what?”

He hesitated.

“Spencer, what?”

“I’m friends with someone who lives in the apartment complex he makes me meet him at. He’s telling me that if I don’t pay him extra, or get him information on the bureau, he is going to go in there and kill them, then expose me to the FBI,” his voice had dropped to a whisper and he sounded out of breath.

“Holy shit. How’d he find this out? Do you visit this friend often?”

“No. I’ve actually never been to the apartment complex until he made me meet him there,” Spencer said.

“What? So how does he know they live there if you’ve never visited them?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think he could be bluffing?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think I can take that chance.”

I let out a huge sigh, realizing that I hadn’t exactly been breathing for the past couple of minutes. “Who’s your dealer?”

“He calls himself Koda.”

“Koda?” I confirmed, “As in, Dakoda?”

“I’d assume so,” Reid said, nodding.

“Shit!” Koda was one of the old Cloak members that I cut when making the switch to my underground ring. He didn’t go easily, and vowed that I would regret that decision. I’d caught wind that he was doing pretty well for himself right before I went to prison, and by now he was one of the most well known drug runners in the northeast.

“What? Why is that a problem?” the panic was rising in his voice.

“It’s nothing. I’ll handle it,” I said, already heading toward the door.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that this is bad, but I’m going to handle it,” I hissed.

“I’m coming with you.”

I rapidly turned to face him. “No. You’re not.”

“Yes I am. And you can’t stop me.”

“You wanna bet?” This was a situation Reid was way too close to and way too underprepared for, and I couldn’t afford having him get in more trouble than he already was. He needed to stay behind.

“Please. I got myself and my friend into this mess. Let me help get us out,” his eyes were pleading.

“Who is this friend anyway?” He just looked at me, mouth agape. He was struggling to find the right words. “Forget it. But if I’m going to be sticking my neck out for this person, they better be worth it.” I shot my eyebrows up at him.

“They are,” he quickly confirmed.

I exited my apartement, Spencer on my heels. I shut and locked my door and turned to head down the stairs. When we reached the bottom I turned to him.

“I have one rule. You let me handle this my way, and when I tell you to do something, you do it. Got it?”

“Got it.”

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We reached a payphone, one that Spencer directed me to, and I unlocked the car doors to let him out.

“You make the call like you would any other. You need to meet at the usual spot and act as natural as possible,” I reminded him. He nodded and got out of the car, half speed walking, half jogging to the phone. The call only took a minute or so, and he bounced back into the passenger seat.

“How long?”

“20 minutes.” I nodded. I drove us over to the apartment complex, paying more attention now that I knew there was someone he cared about inside. Or at least he thought lived inside. We sat in the parking lot in silence, waiting for the 20 minutes to be over.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head, “I’m so stupid.”

“Reid, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t know any better. I’m just glad you came to me when you did,” I said. Yes, I was pissed that this was happening but he wasn’t to blame. He didn’t know the ins and outs of how these things worked in real time, and when it got too hard he was smart enough to ask for help instead of letting it get even messier.

The 20 minutes were up. I saw Koda peek his head out from behind the building, but no new cars had shown up. Good. He’s on foot. Which also probably means he’s alone.

“Stay here,” I said, leaving the car before Reid could protest. I reached a hand behind me, just to make sure I still had my gun, then walked confidently to the back of the complex.

When I turned the corner, Koda was grinning at me.

“Ah, Aundreya! It’s about time you showed up!”

“How’ve you been, Koda?” I indulged him.

“Oh, don’t pretend you care. We both know you’re only here to save your little pet,” he said, eyes getting bigger in excitement.

“So, how’d you know I was going to be here?”

“Please, you’re fucking everywhere! I knew you’d show up eventually. You always do.” His face looked sour.

“True. You know how much I enjoy raining on your pity parades,” I taunted.

“I do. It must hurt no longer having that amusement.”

“Not really. I, too, have moved on to bigger and better things. I don’t care if you're some hot-shot runner. You’re still just a runner,” I said, clicking my tongue and shaking my head.

“Yeah, and you of all people, are now just another one of the government’s bitches,” he said, mirroring my gestures.

“Look, I’m not here to talk about our differences in life choices. I’m just here so you know to stay the hell away from my … pet, as you so graciously put it.”

“Yeah, pass. He owes me, and I’m going to get as much bang for my buck outta this one. You understand,” he said with a wink.

I scowled and cocked my head to the side. “See, that’s the thing. I wasn’t asking.”

“You don’t control me. If you wanted to, you should have thought about that six years ago.”

I rolled my eyes and my tone was demeaning. “Still on that, huh? You have got to get over it. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but you just weren’t good enough back then.”

“Yeah, back then. I’m definitely good enough now. Your loss.”

“If that’s what you need to hear,” I said. We stared each other down.

“But to get back to the point, I’m not going to leave your boy alone.”

“Yes. You are.”

“Or what?”

I smiled. I was hoping he would ask that. Before he could blink, I had his right forearm in my left hand, stepping my right leg behind his back. With my right hand on his side, I swiftly threw his entire body weight over my hip, and he hit the pavement with a thud, knocking the wind out of him. I held onto his right arm, now taking it in both hands, and put my foot down on his shoulder. I yanked his arm as hard as I could away from his body and he let out a screech.

I bent over so I was closer to his face. “Or next time, I won’t stop here.”

I released his arm and watched it drop right next to his scrunched up face. When I turned around, Spencer’s jaw was on the ground.

He wasn’t supposed to see that.

“What the hell!” I snarled. “I had one rule!”

He was stunned, his eyes glued to Koda, so I just grabbed his arm and yanked him down the alley that led back to my car.

“Hey, Aundreya!” I turned around to face the direction of the voice. Time moved in slow motion as I comprehended Koda aiming his gun at us. With my left hand, I went to pull Spencer behind me and with my right, I reached behind me to pull out my own gun.

Two shots rang out, one quickly followed by the other, as both men collapsed.

“Spencer!” I yelled, turning to him. He was on his knees and I sunk to mine. Both of his hands were clutching his right side, just under his ribcage.

“I’m okay,” he got out between shaky breaths. I called 911.

“Spencer, you’re going to be fine, the paramedics are on their way,” I assured.

He nodded his head in Koda’s direction. “What about him?”

Only then did I remember that there was someone else in the equation. I didn’t have to look to know that he was dead, but I checked anyway. I’d hit him right between the eyes. “He’s gone.”

I rushed back to Spencer and I cradled his head as more and more blood soaked his shirt. It started to seep through his hands so I placed one of mine on top, trying to apply as much pressure as I could.

“Where are they, dammit!” How could the ambulance be so slow?

“You know … the average ambulance response time … is approximately … nine minutes … and twenty-four seconds…” he tried through labored breaths.

“Shh. Don’t talk. I’ve got you,” I said. The blood flow wasn’t slowing down any time soon, so I removed my hands from him momentarily to take off my jacket, followed by my t-shirt.

“What are you-”

“Sh. I said no talking.” I ripped my shirt into strips, trying to make as many as possible that would also get the job done. “Move your hands.”

He obeyed and I quickly wrapped each one around his body, tying knots above and on top of his wound. I ended up getting five strips out of my t-shirt which wasn’t bad. I shuffled behind him and wrapped my arms around him like a sixth layer, pressing both of my hands on his side. I helped him lean back so that his head was resting on my shoulder. Shortly after, he added his hands on top of mine, both of us working hard to preserve as much blood as we could. We were frozen together, completely unmoving, both of us focused on his breathing.

Seven minutes later, the paramedics finally arrived.

“Miss, we are going to have to ask you to move aside,” they told me. But I couldn’t. I was firmly planted where I was, unable to force myself out of the way. “Miss?”

Spencer tilted his head slightly to look up at me. He attempted a small smile and nodded. “It’s okay. They’ve got me.”

I nodded at him, then the paramedics, and reluctantly gave up my spot behind him so they could help him. I winced when I saw them hoist him onto a stretcher and load him into the ambulance.

I had tunnel vision focused on Reid.

“Miss?” I jumped. “Is this yours?”

A young, blonde haired man was holding up my jacket. “Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks.”

“You did a great job. Those knots saved him a lot of blood.”

“Thanks,” I repeated. He smiled at me and placed a quick hand on my shoulder before getting into the other ambulance that had Koda’s body covered with a white sheet.

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When I arrived at the hospital, the rest of the team had beat me there. I called them before I got into the car, following the second ambulance.

“Oh my god! What happened?” Penelope asked. She already had tears in her eyes.

“This guy was threatening Reid, so I went to talk to him about it, and he pulled his gun on us,” I quickly explained. They didn’t have to know about the drugs.

“Jeez,” JJ said, putting her hands on her head in distress. “Threatening him with what?”

“I don’t know, exactly. Just asking for information about the FBI or something.” It wasn’t my place to answer questions regarding Reid’s friend. I wasn’t 100% sure what he did and didn’t want them to know, so I tried to be as vague as possible, while also providing bits of the truth.

“How about you? Are you okay?” Emily asked. I surveyed myself and realized I looked a lot worse than I’d thought. I had slipped on my jacket before entering the hospital, but I neglected to zip it up because everything was so frantic. I had blood all over my jacket and my exposed stomach and bra. I had a few stains on my pants as well, but the worst of it was on my hands. I could tell my hair was ratted because I kept pushing it out of my face as a nervous habit. Which meant there was most likely blood in it as well.

“Uh, yeah. I’m better than I look,” I lied. I wasn’t injured, but I definitely felt like shit.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Emily said, placing a soft hand on my back, guiding me toward the bathroom.

I nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.”

I was able to wash off the blood on my hands and stomach, I even put my head under the faucet to clean my hair, but my clothes were a totally different story. I didn’t have any extras, so I was forced to stay in them. I returned to the waiting area with wet hair, clean skin, and my bloodied jacket, now zipped up over my bloody bra. I sat down next to Derek and across from Aaron, Emily opting to stand behind me.

“Do you think you can answer some questions?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah. For sure.”

“Where did this happen?”

“It was behind an old apartment complex off of Revered.”

“Who were you meeting?”

“Some guy, he called himself Koda.”

“Why were you going to meet him?”

“All Reid told me was that this guy was threatening him and he needed my help. I went to talk to him, just to scare him a little. He was clearly a street rat so I knew he’d know who I am.”

“Did he show up alone?”

“Yes.”

“Did you show up alone?”

“Yes. I told Spencer to stay in the car.”

“What did you say to Koda?”

“I told him to back off, he challenged that, so I tossed him on the ground, dislocated his shoulder, and told him that if he didn’t quit messing with Reid, I wouldn’t stop next time.”

Everyone on the team knew that I could be ruthless, but each time it got explicitly pointed out, I could feel the slight tension radiating from them. I learned that part of that was rage in support of me and part of that was some other mixture of emotions against me.

“Then what?”

“Then I turned around and Reid was standing there. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I’d told him to stay in the car, I made him promise me to stay in the car. But he was there, so I tried to get us both back to the car quickly. Koda said something so I turned around, and he had drawn his gun. I reached for mine as I pulled Reid behind me. I shot Koda but not quickly enough because the next thing I knew, Reid was collapsing behind me.” Tears started welling up in my eyes at the vivid memory, the gut-wrenching feeling of panic, but I willed them not to spill over.

“What did you do then?”

“I saw that the bullet had hit him in the side and called 911. Spencer asked me about Koda, so I checked to see if he was dead and he was. I tried to apply pressure to his wound with my hands, and that’s when he informed me that it would probably take the ambulance ten minutes to arrive so I knew I had to do something else. I ripped my shirt into strips and knotted them around him, trying to stop the bleeding. It helped, but he started to bleed through onto our hands. That’s when the paramedics showed up and then we were here,” I concluded. They were all nodding at my words, gentleness in their eyes.

The doctor came out, so we all stood up, practically swarming her. “Doctor Reid is going to be fine,” we all let out a collective sigh of relief, “The bullet grazed his right side and slightly fractured his lower rib. He lost a lot of blood and we had to give him pretty extensive stitches, but he is going to be fine. He will need to be hooked up to his IV over night and put in a brace for the next couple of weeks. You can see him if you want.”

We all pushed by her, nearly tripping over each other, in order to get to his room as fast as we could. He was laying down in the hospital bed, an IV attached to his arm. He smiled at us.

“Hey guys,” he croaked. He tried to sit up but winced and laid back down.

“Hey pretty boy,” Morgan said. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrible actually. How are you?” he asked, directing his attention at me.

“Well, I’m not the one in the hospital bed,” I countered.

“You always say things like that. For real,” he pleaded.

“I’m fine, rattled at most. Doing a lot better now that I know your dumbass is okay,” I said raising my eyebrows. “Why’d you do that?”

“I was worried when you hadn’t come back after a few minutes. Then I heard screaming and I had to come check on you,” he replied.

“You should have listened to me, I would have been fine. Your first instinct needs to be self preservation.”

“That’s not your first instinct,” he accused.

“Yes it is,” I defended.

“It may have been at one point, but it isn’t any more. Otherwise you wouldn’t have helped me to begin with,” he argued.

“Well there are more important people in my life now than just myself.” I looked around at the people standing in that room with me, and I was glad, and honestly relieved, that it was true.

“Aww, how sweet of you! I knew you secretly cared about me!” Morgan teased, giving me a gentle nudge.

“Oh get over yourself,” I rolled my eyes, nudging him back. I looked back at Spencer who was giving me those doe eyes. “Please, just never do that again. That goes for all of you. I don’t ever wanna see anyone else in a hospital bed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Prentiss said with a smile.

“Agreed,” Spencer said.

“I hate to break this up, but Aundreya, can I talk to you for a moment?” Hotch asked.

“Sure.” I followed him out into the hallway. “What’s going on?”

“I told the police the events you recounted to me and because it was self-defense, they are going to let you off. Of course, they are required to ask Reid a series of similar questions, corroborating your story, but you should be in the clear.” I nodded. That was good news, but there was something else. “However, because this wasn’t related to a case we were working on, I’m going to suspend you for two weeks.” There it was.

“Why?”

“A few reasons. What you went through is traumatic, you’ve been working really hard lately, and it would be good for Reid to have someone with him while he recovers. It would be good for both of you. So take the full two weeks and I don’t want to see you back before then,” he gave me a stern look that asked if I understood.

“Okay.”

He turned to walk back into Spencer’s room but quickly added, “And do everyone a favor by getting yourself and Reid clean during this time off.”

Part 2

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