#sir ur gender. hand it over

[fluffyfairyzz]

hes so silly <3 /p

shout out to human francis gotta be one of my fave genders!!

[cherrytraveller]

gladiator get-up this, gladiator get-up that, y’know maybe he just wants to have a nice day out🥺

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[hozier-self-titled]

The highlight of my day is going to a yr 8 geography lesson my life is so exciting 😭

[aliveinacoffin]

request ❤️

Not sure if you would do this but aizawa yandere! Maybe where the reader said something to him that made him angry and hurt them (the punishment) and he hurt himself in the process (like he punched them so hard or something and his hand started swelling). Then he just left them until he cooled down and then gave them food and came hours later and the food was untouched and they haven’t moved either and it turns out they were unconscious. (Something like that). If ur not comfortable to do this then u can delete this. Thank u!

Ofc! This seems so morbid and I love it lmao (this ended up being way longer than I wanted it too,,,,like over 2k words,,,, oopsie)

With my whole heart

He's the one who brought you into this hell hole and stole your life away, yet you're the one to blame.

GN!Reader, since you didn't specify the gender, I hope that's okay! :D TW: Violence, Yandere, mentions of stalking, brief mentions of kidnapping/drugging, brief mentions of non-con, manipulation, and overall toxicity

It's been six months.

Six fucking months since you've seen your family, since you've had any autonomy decisions over yourself, since you've even been outside.

The person to blame? Shouta fucking Aizawa.

You had met him by chance during one of his patrols, and at first you two had hit it off.

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"You shouldn't be out this late at night. It's dangerous for someone like you." A gravelly voice called from behind you, startling you terribly.

You turned around, shaking in your spot and clutching at your purse. Your quirk activated on the spot, adrenaline jumpstarting your sharp nails and teeth. You relaxed when you saw Ereaserhead, the Eraserhead! He wasn't a very known hero, as were most underground heroes. But somehow word of his existence had found itself in your corner of the world, and stories of him just followed you, and each time you couldn't help but marvel at how cool he was.

"Ah! You startled me Ereaserhead." You laughed gently, hand clutched at your chest. Your smile was wide, your eyes crinkled, you were the face of beauty in the pale moonlight.

"I apologize. Do you need an escort home?" He asked, keeping his distance from you.

"Oh I'm quite alright, my apartment isn't far from here." You waved him off, holding up your oversized fleece sweater. The warm spring air providing enough warmth for you to wear such things, the leftovers of winter still nipped at your exposed flesh. Even though you couldn't see his eyes from his goggles, you could feel his eyes raking over your exposed shoulders.

"You live around here? In such a dangerous neighborhood? This is no such place for a person like you." Ereaserhead shook his head, hands clutching onto his capture weapon. He stepped towards you, coming to rest just by your side. "I'll walk you home, it will put me at ease knowing you get home safe."

You blushed and hoped he wouldn't be able to feel or see the heat on your face. He was being so kind! No wonder he was such a great hero, he seemed to always go the extra mile.

"Oh, thank you, sir. It's nice to know such kind heroes are roaming the streets." Your voice was sweet, and you gave him a kind smile.

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You should have said no. You should have screamed and ran the other way.

Of course, you couldn't blame yourself for that. How could you have possibly known? There was no way you could've foreseen that such a monster was hiding under that demeanor. A monster who would three months later cut your family off from you, run off all your friends, and would drug, kidnap you, and keep you hidden deep in the fucking woods.

He had been kind, just like any abusive partner was at first.

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You heard a familiar and comforting dark voice call out your name, and as per usual you turned around with a smile on your face and curious eyes.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me Ereaserhead." You teased, waiting for him to catch up to you.

He pulled down his goggles, and you saw his eyes squint for a mere second before they went back to his usual bored expression. "I wouldn't do something as heinous as that." He said simply, not even looking at you while he said so.

"Oh I know, I'm just teasing. What's a hot shot like you doing around here?" You gestured to the rather lively city around you. Usually, the man was stationed around filth-ridden parts of the town. He patrols in the epicenter of crime, being one of the few skilled pros that could easily take down his foes.

"Just following my patrol route, they put me here today." Ereaserhead replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders. His hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he scanned the area like a hawk.

"Well, you must feel out of your element. Oh!" You gasped suddenly, leaving over to rummage around in your bag. Spring was steadily approaching, and the humid air was not kind. Tonight you were wearing a simple black tank top with simple black shorts. If you had taken a second to look up while you were searching, you would've seen the other man slowly rolling his eyes all over your body.

"I got you a gift!" In your outstretched hands was a tiny black cat doll, with black button eyes and a tiny tail. "I saw it and it reminded me of you, and I knew I just had to get it."

Eraser took a hand out of his pant pocket and grazed his hands with yours as you passed along the simple token of joy. It was made out of some cheap fabric, with even cheaper big button eyes. His face melted a bit, and the barest hint of a smile could be seen on his face.

"If you don't like it, I don't mind. I know it's kind of a bad gift, but I just couldn't help myself." You giggled nervously, hand coming up to scratch at the back of your head.

"While I don't condone such frivolous spending habits, I'm glad you got it thinking of me." He nodded in your direction while stuffing the little cat in his front pocket.

Your heart leaped with glee, shoulders bunching together in happiness. "I'm glad you like it Eraser." Your shit-eating grin pointed at him, slightly nudging him with your elbow.

"You can call me Aizawa." He said, and you were caught off guard at his words. Most people knew pros' real names, but underground heroes were in a different category. He must really trust you if he was willing to give you a piece of personal information with you! Before you could say anything in retaliation, he cut you off. "I'm assuming I'm walking you home like always?" He asked, peeking at you with humor in his voice.

"Like always." You don't know when, but during this habit both your arms always found each other interlocked. So you happily tottered to his side, easily slotting your arm in between his.

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You wished you denied all those walks home. You should've started to throw away all the gifts that had then thereafter started showing up on your front door. You shouldn't have done a lot of things, because all those little 'harmless' things had added up to one very dangerous thing. Still.

There's no use mourning the past anymore.

You had gotten used to this lifestyle, living as Shouta's personal slave. Living trapped in the hellhole he called your home. Doing his laundry, cleaning for him, and doing whatever the hell he wanted out of you.

It's not like you really had a choice anywhere. Where were you gonna go when he wanted to put himself on top of you? Who could you turn to when he got too rough with you during a fight? Nowhere. No one.

At this point, you had almost completely accepted him. He'd done inviting from physically hurting you to mentally torturing you. Shouta Aizawa had nearly broken your will.

But the key word here was nearly.

You'd always been as strong as you were kind. Most people mistook kindness for naivety or weakness, but while those two could go hand in hand, they were not interchangeable.

And today was just one of those days where you did not want to deal with his shit. Where you weren't willing to.

These were the thoughts you had while angrily cooking up spaghetti, the poor ingredients being the victims of your warpath. Angrily you threw the box down on the counter, almost shattered the can of source on the counter, and nearly dented the pot while getting water for you to boil. You couldn't help it, it's not like you could just go up to Shouta and hit him. Fuck, you could barely push the man. You quickly learned he was very lean and dense under all those baggy clothes.

Lost in your spiraling anger, you didn't notice a shadow grow over you.

You turned around, and when you saw the very man you were having thoughts of killing you almost dropped the pot full of water.

"Jesus christ you startled me, you need to wear a bell or something." You gasped, quickly turning away from him, trying to escape his grabbing hands.

It never mattered though, since he managed to grab your waist anyway, pulling you flush against his body. You sighed and tried to elbow him off. "I'm busy." That was all you said, temper already short.

"Why are so upset? Did you see something on the news?" Shouta asked, and you heard the annoyance creeping up in his voice. Somewhere, in the self-preserving part of your brain told yourself to drop the attitude and comply. To stop being so aggressive and be the perfect fuck doll he wanted. To stop. To just stop fighting. To give up.

But for some reason, today was not the day you would.

"No, I didn't. I was just reminded that I can't go outside, and to make up for the lack of sun I get, I have to take a fucking vitamin every day to make sure I don't get sick. From not going outside on the goddamn porch." You answered, bitterness lacing every word you spat at him. But even though your words were directed at him, your back was faced away from him. You couldn't see the mounting anger in his face, or his fists clenching the more you went on.

Suddenly, you were forcefully turned around, your back leaning over the steadily heating stove. One of Shouta's large hands found itself grasping at the top of your head, pulling at the hair that was there.

"Enough. I give everything to you all these months and you're still ungrateful. What have I told you about the attitude?" He growled, eyes glowing red and hair floating up. At this point in this fucked up relationship, you didn't know if he was activating his quirk because he didn't want you to hurt him, or because it was just a reflex he had when he was extremely pissed off.

Fear wracked your body for a moment before your brain just shut off. "Fuck. You. I hate you-"

You felt a thunderous pain on the side of your face, hot and heavy on the right side of your face before your whole world blacked out on you.

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Shouta sighed, trying to expel all the anger that had been left over. He had promised himself he'd no longer get violent with you since he didn't want you to be afraid of him. So far, that had been fine, you had slowly but surely accepted your role here without many hitches in the road.

He looked down to your form on the floor and rolled his eyes thinking you were just being dramatic. He heaved you up without much look at you and flopped you on the couch. "You know I hate hitting you, and I'm so sorry, I just hate hearing you talk to me that way." He admitted as if that atoned his past sins. Shouta huffed in annoyance when he didn't get an answer, assuming you were just giving him the silent treatment again. He walked away to finish the dinner you had started.

His hand hurt like a bitch the whole time, and the man realized he had busted one of his knuckles.

Shit.

He must've hit you harder than he wanted. Nonetheless, you endured worse from him. You'd live.

"I brought you your food, I hope you like it." He muttered, setting it down on the coffee table in front of your laying form. Shouta waited for you to say something, and he called your name in mounting annoyance. He reached a large hand to touch your shoulder, but as soon as he came into contact, you quickly jerked away from him. Shouta sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, be that way. You'll see you need me." He turned to disappear in his study, having paperwork to process for the next day.

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The sun was setting by the time he was done, looking at the clock it had been hours since the dinner incident. Confusion crept into his mind, he would've heard you bustling in the kitchen by now, or you would've come in to apologize at the least.

But you hadn't done either of those things. Shouta got up and trekked down the hallway, and peeked into the living room. You were still paying on the couch, in the same position as he had left you in. His stomach dropped when he saw your food lay untouched.

He quickly made his way to you and rolled you onto your back. His grip tightened on your shoulder in shock when he saw your unconscious form.

Your cheek was completely swollen and red, the upper part of your cheekbone already fading into the telltale bluish hue of a bruise.

Fuck.

Shouta's heart and mind raced as he cradled your head, instantly checking your pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt your heart still beating steadily, and when he checked your breaths coming in a slow even rhythm.

Guilt instantly ate him up inside, as well as self-hate and disgust. Shouta never intended to hurt you this badly, your vile words undeserving of such a harsh punishment.

"I'm sorry, you're fine, I'm sorry." He slowly rocked you as his eyes slowly welled up with tears.

Shouta loved you with his entire being. The only reason his heart beat was to beat for you. He only breathed and lived for you. He only ate to make sure he felt well enough to talk to you, only drank water to make sure he could talk to you. He took more naps at work so he could be awake longer around you. He kidnapped you to make sure you were safe with him forever.

But a sick, tiny part of his brain told him you deserved it. He gave you everything you could ever want, devoted his entire being and life to you, and still, you said such hurtful words to him.

Either way, you'd be fine, you'd get up and you'd both apologize to one another.

But one of you would be more sorry than the other.

[springonmytraptillicomeback]

you. Clafry headcanons.

Sir yes sir!

Okay what I want to start with is basically William fucking hated Clay at first. Clay was taking up his time with Henry, yadda yadda, jealousy. But then after a while, William subconsciously started thinking of Clay as “special”. Henry likes Clay. Henry must have a reason for liking Clay and enjoying his company. Because of this, William kinda becomes obsessed with Clay, but not in the worshipping way he is for Henry, in a “why-the-fuck-does-God-like-you” way. He becomes obsessed with figuring out what is special about Clay. After a while, his view of Clay is kinda forced into a better light because of Henry. Will would ask Henry some not so suspicious questions about Clay, like what Henry thought about Clay, what he thought was so special about Clay, etc etc. Henry’s answers were usually all pretty positive (Clay’s nice, he’s fun to hangout with, he’s funny, etc). This shifts William’s view of Clay because Henry’s word is law to him.

Clay, on the other hand, was always fond of William. He thought Will was smart, and he was a bit faggy for William’s extremely outgoing, flamboyant, and dramatic portrayal.

Henry was the chain between the two, if that makes sense. He like William because he and William get each other in a way he feels like no one else does, he like Clay because of also a little bit of the same reason, but Clay also feels like a “normal” part of his life. Clay is probably the most sane and normal between the three, and Henry wants to be seen as sane and normal so he thought hanging out with Clay would help.

Both William and Clay see Henry as some sort of religious being in their lives. William sees Henry as God, more on that. Clay sees Henry as more of a religious guidance, kinda like a guardian angel, going to him for advice, comfort, protection, etc.

As the three got closer, William ultimately took a tolerance to Clay, being an attention whore man who always liked attention, he never denied the opportunity for more

Clay would go over to Fredbear’s on his breaks and the three would bond over broken marriages, not exactly knowing how to be fathers, and a general feeling of somehow being “different” or an outcast. They’re all neurodivergent and queer In some way, William’s autistic, queer both gender and sexuality wise, Henry’s honest idk I have decided, maybe NPD, and gay, Clay has ADHD and he’s bi. But none of them know any of that so they all bond over being different and not knowing the fuck why how romantic <3

uuuhahaggg that’s all I can think of for now but bet ur bottom dollar that I’ll be back with more

[fairykazu]

hihi !! i love ur writing sm and congrats on 60 followrs!! could i request prompt 4 with al haitham please :)

(but if you dont write for al haitham then could you do it with scara instead)

tysm <3

HAPPY ENDING FT. SCARAMOUCHE prompt: #4 mutual but enjoyable silence notes: this is a gender-neutral reader and im so sorry for the late reply! thank you for enjoying my writing and i remember you for being one of my first followers. thank you for that <3 masterlist | 60 follower special

a few years ago, you had a boyfriend. but for some odd reason, you don’t remember him well, but his name was ???. he was kind for a fatui harbinger, known to bring chaos under his reign. never showing any weakness unless it came to you. until he disappeared during his mission in inazuma. the higher ups never told you why though. when you connected the dots, he was gone as if he didn’t exist. you tried to remember any memories of him, but they vanished in your mind. gone like dust. 

the day you visited sumeru, you bumped into someone. he felt so familiar and yet not. you looked at the man dressed in teals and blues. different from the lover you had who wore purple and reds. he looked frightened to see you as if you two had met before. maybe in a past life you thought. just before he turned away, you asked, 

“sir? have we met before?” he seemed to winced before replying, 

“perhaps you are hallucinating, we have never met.” 

though his words did sting your heart, you knew his words had half lies. every part of your vacation you tried to befriend the purple haired man. it was as if he fit the hole your former lover had left and you just needed to know him better. hoping you two would connect, you came across a small girl with white hair and she seemed to be analyzing you. 

“oh! you’re the one that wanderer is worried about.” she said out of the blue. snapping you from a trance. oh so wanderer is his name. what a peculiar name yet fitting for him.  

“wanderer? may i ask why he’s so frightened of me if we have never met?” you asked and the little girl let out a huff. you took it as a laugh. though young, she seemed to be wiser than uou think. 

as if she read your mind, she replied, “yes, i am wiser than you think. but the question for wanderer is something i cannot answer. you have to ask him yourself.”  of course, you cannot ask a stranger for someone’s behavior; you must go to the problem yourself. 

“thank you, ma’am–” 

“you can call me nahida.” she interrupted as a plant wrapped around her hands. you assume it was because she was nervous. but it didnt cross your mind to ask her name and it was impolite of you. 

“oh! thank you, nahida. can i ask where i would  find wanderer?” you asked your final question since you weren’t at all close to him. 

“by the library under the tree roots…”

“thank you so much!” she smiled back as a response which you took as a “your welcome” 

it took a lot of walking but you finally reached the library under the tree with a sign labeled “do not disturb”. but to reach your answers and conclusions, you have to disturb wanderer. you knocked but no one answered. to your surprise the door was unlocked. it creaked open and revealed a small library with texts from all over tevyat. it was dimly lit by lamps scattered here and there. there was more rooms but your curiosity led you to the bookcases that seemed to reach further up in the library. 

there were sections labeled with the genres and where it was from. hell, you found one of your favorite series. it was about the moon and the ocean tides; no matter how far apart they were, they would always love each other. you smiled fondly at the series, brushing your fingers against the book spines. 

“what are you doing here?” a voice said, sternly. you have trespassed their property but this is where nahida told you to go. 

“i asked nahida where to find you. although we havent met before, you remind me of someone i loved– no, love.” 

he stepped into the light, his blue hat with golden accents covered his face. you cannot tell what his expression was but from his body language, you could tell he had held some guilt. he mumbled something but all you could hear was, “....archons…. auntie nahida.” once he looked at you, hat not obscuring your view of him. you were engulfed by the memories you had of your past lover. although the memories were blurry or hard to put together, you knew he had something to do with it. 

“wanderer–” 

“name.” he said, his lips quivering. an expression you never seen him express before. but you have never mentioned your own name to him either. maybe you have? you don’t remember. “i know you had forgotten but i’m sorry. i didnt think of you at the time; this was a selfish idea i did.” 

“wanderer, even though, i’m not sure what you’re talking about. it’s fine and i forgive you of any sin you may had committed. besides, it must have been an idea you wanted to do for yourself.” 

“how can you forgive me for anything despite not knowing what i have done?” 

“it doesn’t matter. you’ve changed or healed for a reason. if we did have a relationship in the past, it’s fine to leave it in the past. or we can–” 

“we can do what?” he asked. his head tilted to the side as for the ribbons on his hat go slideways. 

“we can be friends and maybe then our relationship could bloom into something more.”

as you had said, the friendship between you two has thrived into a relationship better than any you had before. you had gotten new books to add to the tree-library that wanderer shares with you. you opened the door with one hand while the other one was preoccupied with the bag of books. the library was the same as ever but more cozier and with little shelf decorations you made yourself. 

usually when you opened the door, wanderer was there to greet you. as if he was a dog waiting for his owner. you find that adoring about him. but he wasn’t there, curious you walked to the living room. 

the living room was a curved part of the big tree the library resided. a faux balcony with railings around it with a green couch with the most colorful throw pillows. there was your beloved boyfriend sitting on the couch with a frown imprinted on his face. 

“honey?” you said, his head perked up to your direction. he didn’t say anything back, in which, you understood. it was one of those days where too many noises overwhelmed wanderer. maybe someone bothered him to his limit or maybe the sound of crowds? it doesn’t matter though because you could always ask later. you dropped the bag on the floor and sat with wanderer. 

you looked at him and pat your lap, referring to how he could lay on you. no words were spoken only actions and movement with the eyes. he pointed to your hand then to his hair. 

oh? he wanted you to play with his hair. you complied with his request as you ran your fingers through his hair. you hummed a tune you heard from wanderer. he said it was from the aranaras who lived in the forest. 

even though, you have heard from the villagers that aranaras were tall tales to comfort children. you believed it was real because wanderer thought so. even if they weren’t real, it was a comfort to wanderer. though, he wouldn’t have admitted it himself, you could tell by his eyes when he tells you. 

he hummed with you but it grows more faint as he fell asleep. you kissed his forehead and said, “i love you.” 

when you weren’t looking, occupied with a book in hand. he smiled and mumbled back, “i love you too.”

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

UHM

Boss

Can I have headcanons of the Mad Dog of Shimano watching his crush play with a toddler and he realizes he's in love </3

Boss <\3

majima crush headcanons

warnings: mention of alcohol but mostly dumb fluff! :3

reader is gender neutral! :D

idk who ur calling boss but if its me HEYYY SIR YES SIR I CAN WRITE FOR YOU 🫡

also i know you only asked for the crush with a toddler but this will be just a general crush headcanon list as well!

thanks so much for requesting! i’m steadily getting through the requests i have but make sure to check out my ask box! thanks for reading! <3

i think if majima had a crush on someone i feel like he wouldn’t really know it at first, he is most definitely the “we look like a couple of besties” guy but not on purpose

that or he’s completely ignorant and when (if you ever do) tell him, he’s like “????? REALLY??”

BUTTTT!! when he finally realizes it, he is so distraught; he’s the guy that thinks about it at night and he’ll toss and turn before finally laying on his back

he stares at his ceiling with his fingers intertwined over his stomach before he growls and gets out of bad to go out and find something to do to get rid of the giddy feeling in his stomach (he wouldn’t tell you that, though, he punches anyone who insinuates he has a crush)

so he obviously doesn’t tell you when he has a crush on you

and i think when the two of you are alone, he feels a lot less inclined to be all “HEHEHE HAHAAH IM CRAZY AND INSANE” to impress you but he’ll act funny when you’re in a bad mood

had a really vivid image of you and majima maybe at one of those rooftop bars or maybe ur just on a rooftop hanging out (for whatever reason) and you’re telling majima all about your day and how you need a drink but you may as well have stopped talking bc he wasn’t paying attention, he was looking at you and taking in the view of the moon and the way it was shining on you; not that you would really notice bc of the completely unbothered front that he puts on

i think seeing you with a kid is what really reels him in, though, he’s almost scared of the way his heart leaps in his chest

you and him probably head for a park (there’s like two in kamurocho if i remember correctly, it’s been a long day guys) after a night on the town

majima is laying on a bench with his arm over his eyes while you sit by his feet and change your shoes for something more comfortable before a toy runs into one of your shoes and knocks it over

“hey, you got in the way of my car! you’re sitting on my tunnel!” a shrill voice says, running up to the bench you are sitting at and snatching the car away.

majima has most definitely woken up from his very light state of sleep, one of his arms hanging off the side of the bench and the other laying on his stomach as he watches you start to playfully argue with the kid

and he regrets it

he doesn’t say anything while he watches you make a “racetrack” (it’s really only sticks that you and the boy can find around the park) with the small boy, he’s afraid he’ll spit up a butterfly or something from how many are flying in his stomach right now

you’ll occasionally look up to see what majima is doing and he’ll feign disinterest, picking at his nails or something to make it seem like he totally he wasn’t looking at you

“MISTER! DO YOU WANNA PLAY TOO?!” the boy shouts from inside the slide, making majima sit up as you shrug your shoulders at him and gestures for him to join you two

and how could he say no to that?

the three of you spend what only feels like a couple of minutes making the rest of a racetrack before a group of small boys catch the small boy’s attention and he leaves\

“you sure can hold your own with a kid.” majima mumbles from behind you, sitting down in the exit of the slide and leaning back on his hands

“what can i say? kids like me.” you say, shrugging softly before you crouch down to majima’s height inside the slide

you boop him on the nose with your finger which makes him jump before you say “which is probably why its so easy to be around you.”

majima’s face goes beet red before he swats your hand away, making you giggle as he grumbles about how he ‘hates’ you

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS LITTLE TOO LONG AND MAYBE WASNT WHAT YOU ASKED FOR HELPPP 

i reallly tried to make it obvious that he had a crush on you but imo, majima himself isn’t the kind of guy to be really obvious about who he likes unless he’s drunk

but either way, i got so excited to write this and had so much fun! :D i hope you enjoy it! <33

[rodolfoparras]

I'm keeping my eyes peeled and y'all better leave my husband alone 😤

Also I love all the 'fucking a homophobic asshole' fics they're chef's kiss ✨ something so elite about the concept, especially paired with ownership/breeding kink?? Putting a collar on him and calling him your dumb puppy?? Pressing a hand on his stomach while fucking him and telling him you'll will breed him and get him nice and pregnant so everyone will know he is yours?? Oh and he claims he hates it but he will jerk off to your words next time he's alone and horny...

ANYWAYS- the ashtray is super cute, I love how it looks! You did such a good job with it! I've been away because of already mentioned stuff but also because I started playing new game called Wuthering Waves. There are so many pretty boys which I love but I especially love three. Jiyan because I'm such a sucker for dragon coded characters??? And he's gorgeous?? There is Calcharo who is your typical dark and brooding and angsty (and wolf/dog coded!!) type who looks so much like Sephiroth who I also adore. And the main antagonist....his name is Scar and he is little shit who flirts with you regardless of gender of your mc and he's such a nuisance and I need to fuck him-

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Aaah sugar bee thank you so much for reading it and for enjoying it!! It means so much!!🥹 BUT HELLO SUGAR BEE?!???!3; YOU CANNT JUST DROP A DELICIOUS CONCEPT LIKR THIS AND PRETEND LIKE IT NEVER HAPPEND PLS EXPAND THIS OR POST THIS PLEASE ID LOVE TP READ IT🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️ lord I rmr a post where a couple was out and this random dude snapped his finger for whatever reason and the bf went yes sir? And now I’m thinking of training ur homophobic dude like that having him react to finger snaps while in public? Practically exposing himself in front of everyone there?? Also the breeding kink need him to tell me how disgusting I am how gross that is men can’t get pregnant but he’s leaking all over the sheets at the sole thought of it Jesus Christ

and thank you so much sugar bee that genuinely makes me so happy bc I spent a month on just shaping it and it’ll probably be a month on the paining bc I truly do not know what I’m doing like I’m just playin around and see what sticks😭

Sugar bee is this maybe like the arcana game? Is it a mobile app or can you only play it on desktop? Either way it sounds like so much fun! I’d love to try it out (totally not for the petty boys of course but for the plot duh)

[sillylittlelemon]

HELLO!! ok sorry I’m not sure if ur still doing match ups so u can just ignore this if u want but could I get a saiki k and a hazbin hotel matchup <33

- I’m a certified yapper and I will ramble on about my interests for hours

- Im a big people pleaser and I try my best to make everyone around me feel comfortable and appreciated

- I tend to tolerate toxic behaviour just to avoid abandonment

- Im a romcom enthusiast and a bit of a film buff

- I like loads of music and singers but lately I’ve been loving my bloody valentine , salvia palth , alex g and Tyler the creator.

- My love languages are probably acts of service and physical touch.

- My humour is kinda all over the place and Im a sucker for dad jokes and well thought out dirty jokes

- I’m a hopeless romantic and I would probably fall head over heels for anyone who shows the slightest amount of interest in me

Okay- i wasnt sure about your sexuality (or gender) so ill do short headcannons for two characters i think youd fit with (seperatly not poly)

Sorry to my other requests im working as i go- right now tumblr is a passion project so ive gotta feel like- i dunno 'the spark' to actually get it done, but i promiseim trying

ALSO just a warning to anyone who reads/requests saiki k stuff, its been a bit sincei watched the show and also i donthave anywhere ican watch it currently so characters areprobably atleast a little ooc

This chick-

(I make a vauge reference to a little spice in her part but nothing explicit or bad)

And this guy-

YES. I know they have totally different vibes but hear me out.

He gives such 'im a big tough guy, but please love me in secret and call me your favorite boy'

she gives such 'im a brat but im your brat and actually i just want love and attention because i look like i would have major mommy issues'

And i dunno it just works

He would def be a cuddle bug once the walls are down and yall have bonded more and your in private(read: MUST be in private bc bb boy is defensive and dont f with pda), i feel like hes the type to hold you on his chest and rub your back (yall are laying on his/your couch or bed) and when he thinks your asleep he starts murmuring under his breath about how he's so glad you got past his walls- about how it means so much to him that you put up with his bs. This def lead to you pretending to be asleep more often so you can hear in words how he really feels, because lets be honest, words dont always equal feelings, and sometimes (i.e most times) he doesnt say it how he means it.

Now HER on the other hand-

All. Over. You.

Like..

Lowkey her?

Shes just so happy to HAVE you, right? Like- soulmates or not, youre hers. She adores you. Worships the ground you walk on, praises you breathless in more ways than one. Shes so confident- like... even if she isnt ACTUALLY, she portrays it so well, and she Hypes. You. Up. 24/7, 365. No matter if youre short, tall, heavy, skinny, freckled, dark, pale, or anywhere in between. She is making sure everyone knows youre her girl (or boy or whatever but based on your sentence structure im guessing female?) [NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSE I SWEAR I JUST IMAGINED YOU BEING FEMALE?] -oh god im gunna get cancelled-

N-E-Ways

Same here but itll be just generally better bc im more caught up with this fandom lol

He is this

But he wants to be this so bad

Sir precious for my darling precious

And

His love lmao

Sir Precious is 100% angel material (take that sera you bitch 🤟😝) He's just.... precious. Lmao. We've seen how flustered he gets with Cherry and imagine that but like- in an ACTUAL relationship with pda and shit. Like- stuttering, panicking, but also completely soothed by the hand currently resting in his? So many conflicting emotions, y'knowwww... he might need a kiss to get his head straight? Or maybe two? Hmmm, no that didnt work- lets try three, third times a charm right? *cue pentious sly+nervous smile* Would 100% bury his face in your tits/chest (under much encouragement and reassurance even more now that his minions spill the tea that hes been talking in his sleep about this very moment)

-can we talk about the smooth bass in the finale?-

-poor husk, man was singing and smiling like his soul was free-

Why do i feel like this is right up her alley?

Onto Miss Bomb,

She's a lot more brash in her affections. Not afraid to tug you down to her level and suck your soul out through your lips. Def had an emo phase when she was alive (if shes not still in it) She just.. loves you. Like her and angel you guys bicker, but i feel like while youre bickering she has her chin resting on your chest/tits, staring up at you with the slyest smirk and biggest heart eyes known to demon AND man kind.

[jaegerisim]

This man gives me sm gender envy. Pls sir, hand over ur gender.

[yunhosgf]

[anatomical-puppet]

o magical ghibli twink, lend me your gender

[boimgfrog]

this kurapika look.

[goldenageofwireless]

Oh my god he's so fucking gender

[oneofthosecrazygirls-mp3]

The feminine urge to look like frank iero

[2-b-so-lonely]

hey really random but do u ever see the man u had a crush on for all of middle school and realize that u were not only Gay for him but Gender Envious of him? and u start using ur HRT t gel again???? just me?