#someone starts a diving competition at some point

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Iga Swiatek | WTA Finals 2023, Cancún, México

[footiecent]

good luck charm (explicit)

(nika mühl x reader)

Where you and your girlfriend’s love language is good luck head

Warnings: smut. yeah. editing was also kinda rushed so. welp.

A/N: if you saw me disappear off the face of the earth for months, no you didn’t. will be back to football soon (hopefully)!

word count: 3.1k ish

“Nika, fuck,” you pant. 

“Shhh…”

“I have to go, you know I have a test at nine-thirty,” you insist, but your wonderful, strong, and horny girlfriend seems much too occupied with pinning you down in bed and pressing her lips against your neck.

Nika Mühl is something of a headache. 

The athlete is a wonderful lover. 

She also loves to get on your every last nerve.

She’s an infuriating mix of snappy and adorable—cocky yet doting. She adores you with every inch of every bone in her body, and she’s also fully aware of just how irresistible she is to you. 

So while Nika spoils and praises you constantly, she’s also picked up the habit of inconveniencing you horribly just to make up for her actions with perfectly weighted kisses and strong arms that cuddle the forgiveness out of you. 

Case in point: Multivariable Calculus at the University of Washington is no joke, and Nika knows precisely how many hours you neglected her in order to study for this test. Yet, someone is holding you down and keeping you from getting to class right now. 

Your girlfriend knows damned well that you can’t resist the familiar, yet captivating, feeling of her open-mouthed kisses. Like clockwork, as she starts to press her lips harder against your skin, your head tips back and your hands start to grip the sheets. 

The athlete is just so wonderfully solid on top of you, and the perfectly stinging kisses on your neck have you writhing in pleasure underneath her. 

“That’s a whole thirty minutes away, baby,” she mumbles, letting her right hand fall from its position pinning you down to grasp at your waist. “It’s only a ten minute walk to your class.”

You let yourself indulge further, getting lost in her touch and the smell of her shampoo—encapsulating you in your own Nika-induced heaven. 

But when that hand begins to pull at the waistband of your shorts, you use the last bit of strength left in you to push her shoulder.

“Nika—baby,” you mumble as you hold onto her shirt. She relents, albeit with her jaw clenched at the interruption. “I can’t miss this. You know that,” you insist, eyes pleading for her to take mercy on you and let you get to class.

To your surprise, your girlfriend scoffs lightly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as she sits up and rests her weight straddling your hips.

“Baby, I’m offended that you think I can’t finish you off well before class starts,” she taunts.

You roll your eyes at that comment.

“Bitch,” you mumble as you try to sit up, only for a hand at your chest to push you back down onto the bed. You watch as she grabs your phone from the nightstand and fiddles with some buttons, her famous smirk eventually appearing as she turns the screen to you:

4:58 remaining.

The moment you realize what your girlfriend just did, you feel one hand return to the waistband of your shorts and see the other toss your phone somewhere on the bed. You meet your girlfriend’s eyes—hers intensely searching yours for your consent.

God damn competitive athletes.

“Fuck. Okay. Fine. Hurry up,” you breathe out as you slide your shorts and underwear down and feel Nika’s weight shift to the edge of the bed. 

Your girlfriend wastes no time, mouth eagerly diving straight to your core. Your eyes almost immediately roll back as you feel her tongue press against your clit and her hands come to grip your thighs. 

Nika-induced heaven.

She knows you well—knows exactly how hard and exactly where to lap at to drive you insane. Her tongue switches between teasing your entrance and running over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back, your thighs to tense around her head, and expletives to escape your mouth. And when Nika’s right hand leaves your thigh and a finger slowly probes into you, the familiar stretch causes a high-pitched moan to bounce off the walls of your bedroom.

God bless basketball hands. 

She rapidly builds a rhythm, letting a second finger stretch you out further and repeatedly target at the spot inside you that drives you insane. Your girlfriend’s mouth has never relented, her tongue now fervently grinding against your clit, and you’re unable to control the noises leaving your mouth. 

You can hear the sounds of her fingers in your slickness cut through the silence of your apartment bedroom, and it triggers something in your brain. 

The tightening feeling in your body arrives embarrassingly quick, but, of course, how could you ever forget how immensely talented Nika Mühl is in all regards. 

“Nika, fuck,” you whimper as your thighs tighten and your hands tangle in her hair.

The sounds of your pleasure always do wonders for Nika’s ego, and the whine you let out as the tension in your body snaps has the athlete smirking and her obsession with you growing tenfold. 

The fingers inside you slow to an eventual stop while your thighs finally relax. Her mouth is still on you as she slowly pulls out, now gently cleaning up your arousal—hyper aware of your sensitivity.

You let yourself enjoy the feeling of her aftercare, still deep in the euphoria of your orgasm, when the blaring of an alarm quickly startles you into opening your eyes. 

“Told ya.”

You decidedly ignore the cocky smile you know your girlfriend is donning, instead choosing to push her head away from your body and pull your clothes back on as she amusedly—and borderline vulgarly—cleans her fingers off in front of you.

“Fuck off.”

As you finish fixing yourself up, Nika stands up and grabs your backpack and phone before you can, walking with you to the door in comfortable silence. After you slip on both your shoes, you reach out to grab your belongings only for the athlete to pull you in close first. 

“You got this baby. I know how hard you studied, be confident,” she reassures before pressing a few soft kisses on your lips—a wild contrast to how aggressive her mouth was on you beforehand. “Now get out,” she chuckles, almost pushing you out the door while you scramble to put on your backpack.

And, as she expected, an hour and a half later Nika’s phone pings.

“Aced it.”

“You’re welcome 😁”

-------------------------------------------------------

“Baby.”

You didn’t mean for this to happen. Really. 

You woke up still slightly annoyed from a petty argument started the night before, which Nika had yet to apologize for. 

And now, suddenly, she's knelt down in front of you while you're perched on the countertop, running your hands over the solid muscle of her shoulders and moaning as she languidly mouths at your core.

Nika’s simply irresistible—she knows exactly how to charm her way back into your good graces (and your pants). 

Truly, the morning started off relatively normal. 

You woke to the feeling of a heavy arm on your stomach, a torso halfway on top of your own, and a head tucked adorably into the crook of your neck. Soft breaths hit your skin, and you can’t help but run your fingers through your girlfriend’s soft, jet black hair while she’s relaxed—and not getting irrationally jealous over some five-foot seven teenager who hit on you at the bar the night before.

You think back to the moment and roll your eyes slightly. You know your girlfriend loves you deeply, but every so often, she’ll overreact—swearing one too many times or conjuring up some extreme scenario where you suddenly leave her for a tiny-dick loser—in a way that pisses you off rather than makes you swoon over her commitment.

You’d gone to sleep without Nika and woke up to her on top of you, meaning she was probably hoping you’d be less ticked off after a good night’s cuddle. And while you’d normally let her win your forgiveness with some morning kisses, you decide to get up earlier today and go for a run—you need to give a presentation at your internship in a few hours, and getting all the tension out from the previous night would probably be for the best.

You get ready quietly while Nika dozes peacefully, pulling on some shorts and a sports bra before brushing your teeth and tying your hair. You press a kiss to your girlfriend’s forehead before leaving, thinking she’ll be gone for practice by the time you get back. 

When you return to your apartment, however, the first thing you see is Nika sitting at the counter, phone in hand. She’s dressed in sweats with her training bag on the floor next to her, and when she sets her phone down on the counter, you see she was working on a long text—most definitely an apology to you.

“Hey, what’re you still doing here?” you ask as you close the door and walk to the opposite side of the counter to face your girlfriend. She wears a small grimace as she watches you move.

“I—fuck. I thought you had left because you were still mad,” she explains, and you can see—practically feel—her regret for how she acted the night before. “I’m sorry. It was stupid getting jealous over that motherfucker.”

Her apology and regret has your anger dissipating almost instantly—really, it was just a small little squabble and her sincerity, in addition to the morning run, has your head cleared.

“You’re fine, baby,” you say, making your way over to her side of the counter. The athlete stares at you, clearly still apprehensive of her forgiveness, and you roll your eyes before guiding her face down to press a kiss onto her lips. 

“I promise,” you reassure with a small smile. She’s looking at you like you’re the sole source light of the world and God she’s so fucking adorable.

You can’t help it. You want her.

“You know what you could do to make it even better, though?” you softly ask as you run your thumb along the blush on her cheekbone.

“Hm?” 

“I have a presentation today. Could use some luck.”

And almost immediately, you see her lips turn up into a smirk and her demeanor change completely. God she’s hot.

Then her lips are attacking yours and you can’t help but lose yourself to the feeling of her tongue pushing against yours. You barely even feel her tugging at your shorts and underwear until they’re pooled at your feet and Nika’s nails are digging into your ass.

When you finally break apart to catch your breath, you’re unexpectedly lifted onto the countertop and that show of strength?

Yeah, you’re a goner. 

Wetness pools between your legs and your girl wastes no time—a finger is sunk into you at the same time Nika sucks a mark into the column of your neck and you can do nothing but dig your nails into a strong back and hold on as pleasure thrums through your body. 

“God, Nika, you’re so good.”

You feel a sharp inhale against your neck.

And then you see the athlete fall to her knees and insert a second finger into you at the same time her tongue flattens against your clit. 

You feel how your arousal coats Nika’s hand, and she momentarily removes her fingers from you to fully lap at your cunt. 

“I could do this forever, baby.”

You dig your nails into her shoulders, and the way you clench around her tongue when you feel it breach your entrance has her moaning in approval. 

She’s going to be insufferable after this.

She moves her mouth to suck at your clit before inserting her fingers back into you, now pistoning in and out with fervor, hitting all the right places.

It’s hot, heady, and perfectly passionate. You’re whining and your head tilts back as the tension in your body builds and builds until a final moan accompanies the snap.

As you finish, core muscles tense and thighs shaking, Nika stands up while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and licking her fingers clean. She’s still looking at you with that soft, submissive and adoring look, and you can’t help but lean down and kiss her.

Your girlfriend is perfect.

And there’s no way you won’t crush that presentation later. 

You chase Nika’s lips when she pulls away, but she looks at her phone and lets out a small groan. She tucks it away and immediately buries her head in your chest, while you wrap your arms around her neck, amused.

“Really gotta go to practice,” she muffles into your shoulder as you press a few soft kisses on the top of her head. You let her indulge in the warmth of your embrace for a few moments longer before gently untangling your arms. 

“You’re gonna kill it, I’ll see you soon, okay?” you say as you tuck your girlfriend’s hair behind her ears. 

You kiss her once more before leaning in close to her ear. 

“I’ll be waiting to repay the favor,” you whisper, before shoving her away playfully with a smile. You see her jaw clench, but she grabs her bag from the floor and drags herself to the door, an “I love you!” and “Good luck at the meeting!” being her final words before she makes her exit.

-------------------------------------------------------

You love gameday. 

Getting to see your girlfriend play basketball in an electric arena of screaming fans never gets old. 

The way the lights shine down on Nika’s body—whether she’s sitting on the bench with her teammates or running up and down the court—has your eyes glued on her at every moment. The buzz of the crowd always keeps you lost in the moment—no other thoughts ever occupy your brain but those of basketball tactics and your pretty girl.

However, your absolute favorite part has to be Nika’s pregame tradition exclusive to you only. 

Your girlfriend has a tendency to style some immaculate outfits. She looks exquisite in every single one, and today is no different. 

In fact, today’s is particularly… salivating. 

Nika’s arms and abs are on full display as she pairs a bralette with a cropped, unbuttoned black shirt and pants. You watch from the edge of your bed as your girlfriend takes pregame outfit pictures in the full-length mirror a few feet away, changing poses every few minutes. 

When she’s finally satisfied with her pictures and tucks her phone into her pocket, she turns to you with a smirk.

“Thoughts?” 

She knows you’ve been staring at her—and her abs—through the mirror for the last ten minutes, and she can practically see the R-rated thought bubbles forming above your head. 

Instead of answering, you stand up and walk over to her—only to grab at the hem of her shirt and pull her back with you until you both are standing in front of the bed. She looks down at you amusedly as you busy yourself with gently running your fingers down along her torso, eventually resting them at the waistband of her pants.

“Fucking delicious,” you finally respond, donning a smirk of your own as you push her to sit down at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror.

You kneel down in front of Nika, looking up through your eyelashes in a way that would drive any sane person feral. 

“Christ, baby,” she breathes out as she looks down at you, then looks at the mirror and sees you unbuckling her pants, ready to sin.

Your girlfriend grips the edge of the mattress.

You giggle as Nika opts to close her eyes when you begin to kiss down her abs, feeling how the muscles tense up and become even more defined. She lifts her hips as you pull down at her pants and underwear, throwing them up onto the bed so that they don’t get wrinkled.

Immediately after, you busy yourself with leaving stinging kisses at the top of her inner thighs and enjoying the feeling of one of Nika’s hands running through your hair. The warmth of her legs envelops you into perhaps the most comforting, and most breathtaking, paradise on Earth. 

You’re too preoccupied to notice when that hand stops—and to notice Nika grab her phone from the pants pocket and lean back, body resting on one elbow now. 

You do, however, notice the sudden sound of a camera shutter. 

The noise has you stopping dead in your tracks, confused. You look up to see Nika holding up her phone, taking a picture in the mirror with a smug expression. 

Fuck, that’s hot.

But two can play at that game.

You let your tongue press against your girlfriend’s clit, and you’re entranced by the sight of pure pleasure washing over her face. She lets out a breathy moan as her head tilts back slightly and you can’t wait to see that picture.

“Keep going,” she breathes out, thighs tightening around your head.

All the voices in your mind telling you to tease her further dissipate—the knowledge of her desperation has your self control disappearing and your need to feel her clench around you growing. 

You move on to pushing your tongue in and out of her, gradually increasing pace until you hear more moans than camera shutters.

You bring your fingers to rub over her clit as you maintain your movements with your tongue, causing her thighs to squeeze around your head—and you think that if your last moment was spent in between the strong quads of a professional basketball player, you would die the happiest being ever.

There are maybe three or four more clicks of the camera intertwined with whimpers and groans—and you cannot wait to see the different expressions she captures—before Nika’s thighs tense again and you hear the thud of the phone hitting the bed.

“Shit, oh my God.”

And suddenly there’s more arousal, more of Nika to consume. She’s now fully laid down on the bed, catching her breath. Her slick covers your chin but you don’t mind—you can only think about how addicting her taste is as you continue to lap at her cunt. 

“Fuck, baby, no more,” you hear as your girlfriend gently guides your head away, still catching her breath. You feel a sense of pride wash over yourself as you see how blissed out her face is, and how you're the only one that gets to see this.

This is your pregame tradition, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You obey her request, standing up and pulling Nika up with you before handing her her disregarded clothing on the bed.

While she busies herself getting ready again, you snatch up the phone from the bed, unlocking it and opening the Photos app. You flick through the stills she managed to take—some blurry, but all of them fucking incredible. You send every one to yourself before leaning up to kiss Nika hard.

“Pictures turn out nice, babe?” she teases, wearing quite a self-satisfied look as she pulls back from your lips.

“Best pregame photos I have ever seen, my love.”

"Yeah? I'll make sure to look over them before the game starts," she murmurs before pecking your lips one more time.

“Yeah, maybe it'll give you some extra good luck.”

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Sea Sickness

Sea Sickness

Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)

Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully).  Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.

Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.

@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters 

I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes

I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat. 

Word Count: 488

Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play).  Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again.  The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick.  You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder.  He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest. 

“You feeling ok?” 

“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement.  It being really hot out didn’t help either. 

“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.” 

Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements.  Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.  

Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction.  Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two.  Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them.  Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.

“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.”  You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort. 

Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.

[ivanaskye]

(wo)men are flipping on tv, or, ivana's olympic watching experiences so far i guess

(artistic) gymnastics: the absolute classic of flipping on tv. you're probably either already watching this or not i guess. if you are on the fence men's is much, uh, more competitive than women's right now. speaking of gender the 6 men's events vs 4 women's is sure some kind of way--and of those 6 vs 4, only two (vault and floor) overlap! and of course women's floor has music and includes facial expression in judging whereas men cannot have music, that is too girly. what precisely is manly about a single high bar as opposed to two bars of uneven height? no one knows.

trampoline: speaking of gymnastics this is technically a subcategory of it, along with the above and rhythmic gymnastics my beloved (but not having yet happened). uhhh ok so in trampoline people Go, up into the Air, apparently 26 ft+. then flip. very concentrated flip per second here, recommended if you want flip. each athlete's run is very short though, which may impact followability

diving: this time we flip into water. synchronized diving is very easy to tell if people are doing well bc you just kind of go, hm, are they doing the Same thing? in all diving you know someone's done something right if they make very little splash into the water. ok ive also literally only watched one event here

skateboarding: if you take anything from this list, let it be this- please please please watch olympic skateboarding it is so fun. skateboarders attempt two 45 second runs (of which only the best score counts) and 5 individual tricks (of which only the two best count). as such they are incentivized to take a lot of risks and fall down all the time. it's great. also makes for great ease of watching: you know they did well if they landed All That, and probably didn't if they are on the ground.

bmx (jump version): kind of like skateboarding but worse bc risks are less incentivized

boxing: absolutely incomprehensible to a mere mortal. apparently the judges determine who wins each round based on.... uh..... who... seemed to be doing better. so, vibes? vibes. it's not something as pedestrian as 'who landed more hits'. absolutely mystifying. also moves very fast.

judo: moves much slower than boxing! so you can at least tell who is doing what to who. as for whether what they are doing scores points. well. uh. see. the match instantly ends if one fighter throws the other with "strength, speed and control". if they have only two of these they get a point; two points wins. how are any of these words measured? uhhhhhh. vibes!

handball: i checked into this for maybe ten minutes to see if i could figure out what handball 'is'. i still don't know. there's a ball in a hand. soccer-like but with a hand instead of a foot. how do the rules actually work? a mystery.

table tennis/ping pong: actually pretty followable though not engaging enough to me specifically that i watched much. mb not enough flipping. my god these people move fast.

equestrian jumping: in some ways like many other events, except the creature jumping is a horse. i like to imagine what the horses are thinking about this whole situation. i tried to look up what a horse's name meant and discovered he has a website (he has no idea he has a website) where his sperm is sold for hundreds of pounds (he has no idea this is happening either). very followable as there are no positive points of any kind, only penalties. did that horse clear the bar without knocking it over? congratulations that was a success.

equestrian other things: opposite tier of followability i have no idea what these creatures are doing.

track: running is the easiest thing to understand, closely followed by swimming. who gets from point a to point b fastest. we can all understand this. however mostly it is not very interesting

triple jump: jump far*. the closest part of the indentation they make in the sand to the starting line is what is judged as their distance. *technically, triple jump is 'jump far with extra steps'. long jump is the true 'jump far' but i haven't seen any yet.

hammer throw, shot put, discus: the throw things real far events. to which javelin is added but i don't think ive seen even a bit of that. wait im not sure i saw any hammer throw yet either. anyway. the builds of these athletes are so mountainous. which is great.

elsewhere in field i haven't watched any pole vault but that one guy did get betrayed by his own junk so there was that

shooting: unfortunately the memeable people everyone has seen are in air rifle which is perhaps the least interesting event to try to watch of all time. you can barely even see when they pull the trigger and you don't get to see the target itself, only a graphic of it. mystifying presentation choices. skeet and trap however are followable as moving targets are shot, scored on a pure yes/no of did you shoot that thing or not. americans hilariously uncommon in shooting events despite our gun culture; don't you know, it's not actually american to shoot something accurately!!!

[armins-main-hoe]

would you make katsuki x twinsister!reader? one where they're both equally talented and competitive 👉🏽👈🏽

Sorry for replying so late!!

I don’t think I can make a whole fic for this since I have 2 on going fics and already struggling to keep up with those but I’ll write it down in headcannon form, sorry :/

The Bakugo Twins

(not proofread)

Honestly as kids, you both were complete menaces. All the other kids in class would follow you both around, no kid would dare step up to you both. Though I can see that at some point it was half the class following katsuki and the other half following you. Talk about sibling rivalry...

You both got your quirk when you both were arguing, both equally hot headed, both shouting and screaming, suddenly bright sparks started coming out from your fists. You both were startled by this and forgot what you were arguing about in the first place.

You both bullied deku. Sorry, but I can only see you also have a superiority complex just like your brother. I mean you grew up in the same environment as your brother and you are expected by others to be just like him. No one has ever taught you otherwise so its was only natural for you to do whatever he does and think whatever he does and visa versa.

You both gave the poor quirkless boy a tough time...

Honestly, unlike how in the anime, Deku wasn't actually thinking about taking a swan dive off of the roof, with you also bullying him, it probably did cross his mind once or twice.

However, by middle school you both had developed your own personalities, though there was not much difference between you both to be honest.

He was a bully, ego as high as the sky, a hero nerd, a complete jerk to everyone and you were one of those popular girls who acted like a bitch with her friends laughing at the back. You were the prettiest girl in the school and you knew it.

Katsuki hated the fact that you were going to apply to UA too. You both had the same quirk, meaning that if you got in, he would constantly be compared to you and there would be nothing special about him since he would not be one of a kind. He didn't understand why you wanted to join UA either. Sure, you liked heroes too but you didn't have collectables like he did. You never showed much interest in becoming a hero while growing up, at least not as much as him anyway. So why would you even think about joining UA?

What he didn't know was that you were applying for UA because of more than just one reason. You both were twins, everyone knew Katsuki was going to to apply for UA since he wasn't exactly shy about it. So naturally everyone thought you were going to apply for UA too. Call yourself some odd variation of a people pleaser and you said "well duh, are you thick or something? Obviously I am."

Another reason was, your looks. Since you were labeled as the prettiest girl in middle school and it got to your head, your looks became an obsession for you. You had to look flawless all the time and you needed someone to compliment you about your looks at least 10 times a day.

What better way to get complimented on your looks than becoming a famous hero? Heros are more popular than any celebrity so obviously becoming a hero would give you more attention.

Another reason was your sibling rivalry, you hated it so much when he would come home first place in a competition that you also participated in. You hated it when he was clearly better than you at something. Since both of your quirks were so 'flashy' and 'dangerous', you both were always competing against each other on who can use their quirk better.

When it was the day of the UA results, you both were equally nervous. Though neither of you tried to show it, acting as if you just know you are 100% going to get in.

Both of you were hoping for the other to get rejected. However, to both of your dismany, you both got in.

You're parents were over the moon of course, both their kids getting into a school like UA was what they called their biggest achievement.

You felt happy too, but in your stomach you felt this uneasy feeling knowing your brother was coming to UA with you. Katsuki felt the same.

You both knew how much more you would have to fight each other for the spotlight. Middle school would be nothing compared to UA.

Upon coming to UA, you both struggled a lot in your own ways. In the first few weeks, everyone thought you both were the strongest (and scariest) in the whole class. Which is good. You wanted it to be that way

Imagine sibling rivalry plus class rivalry. Him in 1A and you in 1B. Both of you the strongest in your classes, both you the scariest in your classes. Everytime you cross one another, the hardest glares were thrown at each other.

The sports festival ended up a mess. Why? Simple, the Bakugo twins.

You both managed to get through most of the festival without killing anyone but once it got to the one to one matches...

The final match was one that everyone was dying to see, the twins facing each other. Two people with the same quirk. Everyone wanted to know who would win, everyone wanted to know who was better. Who was the better twin.

Class 1a were cheering for Katsuki and class 1b were cheering for you because while this match was mostly to see who was the better twin, it would also determine who was the better class since they had the winner in their class.

The only person who thought this was bad as Deku. The kid you both bullied was the only one who could see past the competitiveness and realise that this would end in a disaster. That this was doing more harm than good. That if either one of you were to win the match then it would break the thin sibling bond you both had.

You both began attacking each other left and right, at one point no one could see anything with the amount of debris and smoke filling up the stadium. All they could hear were loud explosions echoing throughout the entire stadium.

Some time later, the staff had to send a teacher down there to try and see what was going on in the match. Immediately the teacher called the match off and another teacher came to break you both off.

Were you both siblings or enemies sent on an mission to kill the other? Trust me when I say the fight got so bad they had to call if off and just say it was a draw.

Both of you were covered in cuts, bruises and burn marks. By the time the adrenaline wore off, you both collapsed, unconscious on the floor.

They had to tie you both up and All might somehow managed to out the single 1st place gold medal around your necks.

Much to everyone's dismay, no one got to find out who was the 'better twin' or 'better class'.

So for the next few weeks, it was the same as always, trying to prove to everyone that you are better while sending death glares to your brother.

UA destroyed your relationship with your brother.

When you were younger, you both would at least play with each other, you both would hold hands and run around, chasing other kids, you both would still comfort each other when the other was sad, you both used to be each other's biggest supporters and now its all gone.

It all probably began to fade during middle school and now is completely gone in UA.

You saw each other as enemies and nothing more.

Well that's what you thought until your brother got kidnapped by the league of villains.

You could never forget how you felt your heart drop when you heard the news. You even forgot to breath for a few seconds. You scared yourself with how much you got scared of losing him.

So when Kirishma, who you recognised as Katsuki's best friend, came up to you, asking if you would help him and a few other students from 1a, get Katsuki back, you agreed.

When you met up with the group, you were the last one to come along since it took you a little longer to sneak out of the house, you saw the wide eyes they looked at you with, since they were so used to seeing you and Katsuki hate on each other every day.

"I do have a heart you know." you rolled your eyes at them. "Come on, lets hurry before that dimwit starts crying like a baby." you turned around and started walking away.

"Um.. Y/n.. We have to go that way-" A black haired girl spoke up.

You were all were successful with getting Katsuki back, you really wanted to hug him or something but you felt like you couldn't. You felt like it was wrong of you to even think about hugging him after everything you did to him. So on the way back, you didn't say anything. Even while watching All Might fight All For One on a screen, you kept your distance from him, walking next to the black haired girl instead.

The walk back home was silent. He walked ahead while you followed a few feet behind, usually you wouldn't let that slide, you would try to out walk him in some way but right now your mind was filled with so many thoughts.

You were so out of it that you ended up bumping into Katsuki's back when he stopped walking. He turned around and looked at you, a softer look on his face but still glaring at you.

"Why did you come with them?" He asked.

How do you even answer that? 'even though I wished for your death like you wished for mine, i still cared. I still didn't actually want to lose you.' or maybe 'why wouldn't I? I mean sure I hated your guts and hoped everything bad happened to you but I didn't actually mean it.'

You didn't even realise when tears began falling down your cheeks while thinking. Katsuki was shocked to say the least.

"I thought I would lose you..." You spoke out in the weakest voice Katsuki had ever heard you use.

Katsuki's hand lifted up to wipe your tears away but he hesitated. Can he do that? Really? After everything he did to you? He couldn't. So he turned back around.

"Idiot. As if some little villain would ever manage to kill me." You didn't miss how his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, nor did you miss how he subtly tried to wipe away his own tears.

Maybe you didn't get to hug him like you used to when you were younger, but at least you now know there is a chance that maybe, just maybe, you could fix your relationship with your brother.

[en-lov]

love in the air

sunghoon x fem!reader ┋ cw: mean boy sunghoon, angst, lowercase intended, 500-1k wc, not proofread (let me know if i missed something!)

there was no doubt that slytherin and gryffindor were rivals, as for you and sunghoon it was no different. the animosity between the two of you had been brewing since the first match of the season. slytherin versus gryffindor. it had been a brutal game, with both sides playing their hearts out, but in the end, slytherin had won by a single point. sunghoon had made sure to rub it in every chance he got. he wasn’t content with just winning; he needed to make you feel like a failure for losing.

“maybe if you spent more time practicing and less time talking, you might actually score next time,” he’d sneered at you in the corridor a few days after the match. his words had stung, but you’d fired back with equal venom, refusing to let him see how much his taunts hurt.

“maybe if you weren’t so full of yourself, you wouldn’t need to compensate by being a jerk,” you’d shot back, earning a cold, disdainful smirk from him. it was a battle of wills, each of you refusing to back down.

as the season went on, the tension between you and sunghoon only grew. every time gryffindor and slytherin faced off, it felt like a personal grudge match. your teammates noticed it too, and they’d often tease you about it, suggesting that maybe the reason you and sunghoon were so hostile was because there was something more beneath the surface. you’d always laugh it off, insisting that there was no way you could ever like someone as insufferable as him.

but then, during the final match of the season, something changed.

it was gryffindor versus slytherin again, and the stakes were higher than ever. the quidditch cup was on the line, and both teams were determined to win. the match was intense, with both sides fighting tooth and nail for every point. you were in the zone, flying faster and harder than you ever had before. nothing mattered except the game.

then, in a split second, everything went wrong. you’d been diving for the quaffle, but another player collided with you mid-air, knocking you off course. you lost your grip and started to fall. the world spun around you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you were going to hit the ground.

but before you could, a strong hand grabbed your arm, yanking you back onto your broomstick. you looked up, dazed, and found yourself staring into sunghoon’s dark eyes. he was glaring at you, but there was something else in his expression too—something you couldn’t quite place.

“watch where you’re going, idiot,” he snapped, but there was an edge of concern in his voice that threw you off. before you could respond, he let go of your arm and zoomed off, leaving you hovering in place, stunned.

after the match, which gryffindor narrowly won, you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. sunghoon had saved you. he didn’t have to, but he did. it didn’t make sense. he hated you, didn’t he?

the question gnawed at you for days, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him in the hallway, determined to get some answers.

“why did you save me?” you demanded, blocking his path.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “what are you talking about?”

“during the match. you didn’t have to catch me, but you did. why?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i don���t know. it was just instinct. maybe i didn’t want to win that way. does it matter?”

“it matters to me,” you insisted, refusing to back down.

for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he softened, just a little. “look, just because i’m competitive doesn’t mean i want you to get hurt, alright? we might be on opposite teams, but that doesn’t mean i want you dead.”

the admission caught you off guard, and for the first time, you saw something other than arrogance in his eyes. there was vulnerability there, buried deep, but it was there. maybe he wasn’t as heartless as he wanted everyone to believe.

“so, you don’t hate me?” you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

sunghoon scoffed, but there was no real malice in it. “hate’s a strong word. i just… you’re annoying, alright? always so stubborn and determined. but i guess i can respect that.”

you blinked, not sure what to say. this was the closest thing to a compliment you’d ever gotten from him.

“you’re not so bad yourself,” you finally muttered, feeling a strange warmth in your chest. it was the first time you’d ever admitted it, even to yourself, but maybe—just maybe—there was something more between you and sunghoon than just rivalry.

he smirked at your words, but this time, it wasn’t mocking. “don’t go getting soft on me, gryffindor. we’re still enemies on the pitch.”

“we’ll see about that,” you shot back, a small smile tugging at your lips.

and for the first time, sunghoon didn’t respond with a sneer or a sharp retort. instead, he just looked at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual, before he turned and walked away.

as you watched him go, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the line between enemies and something more had started to blur.

[roxxiies]

hiii :3c i see that requests are open! so if you don’t mind, may i request hcs for ling, aamon, hayabusa (not sure if you have a character limit) with a tank reader that always has their backs / ready to sacrifice for them :D thank you in advance ♡!

it’s always support healers when it comes to fics and, as a carmilla main, the tanks need some love too ✊

— ☁️ anonnie

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

SFW, TANK!READER HEADCANONS (SEPARATE)

a.n.: hellow, ☁️ annonie ! me is glad you are back hihi and indeed, we must provide love for the tank mains 👆👆

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

Ling is fond of supports and it all makes sense that he is skeptical around tanks.

Thinking that he doesn't need them with how he dives in, secure kills, and escapes unharmed. Oh but when it comes to you? He's uncharacteristically impressed. No matter how he denies it.

He just likes how fast you manoeuvre your skills and how quick your responses are with his combos.

Then there, he would often follow you and respond quickly to your set-ups... and somehow he couldn't help but have a preference for players now.

Ling was surprised with himself, at first, that a tank user such as yourself could make the matches effortless and finally enjoyable for him. 

He'll find himself more competitive in matches when you’re on his team and he will no longer just play to win.

^ Now, he plays to impress you, to show that he’s not just some flashy assassin but an assassin that you'll be amazed at.

Something he does is when you pull off a big combo with your set-up and he responds right away, he'd glance your way, just to see if you noticed.

He tells himself that he needs to thank you at least but all you'll get is a satisfied huff and a pat on the back.

Ling's full of himself, you see, but he hopes you'll eventually understand just how much he appreciates having you as his partner on the battlefield.

𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍

Aamon, ever the battlefield tactician, will subtly direct your movements during a fight.

He doesn't judge you or belittle you; he only leads you, making sure that you two will always have the upper hand in battles.

During intense battles, he'd stick close to you, using his agility to dodge attacks from enemies who would try to overwhelm you.

Your role as a tank is immediately evident. Aamon, though reserved, gives you genuine praise for your performance.

He'd notice your willingness to take on significant damage and protect your teammates; he can't help but notice that you're selfless… and yet someone he can count on.

But when the battle turns unfavourable, Aamon guides you through a tactical retreat easily. 

Despite your imposing presence on the battlefield, your personality might be warm and approachable. It's a contrast to the duke's more reserved nature, but either way, this makes you a reliable and trustworthy ally who he deemed easy to get along with.

Your confidence in your skills, along with Aamon’s strategic demeanor, makes enemies wonder if they'd use their main heroes or what HAHAHA

In rare moments, Aamon might share a light-hearted joke about the battle. You'd be surprised, but your heart swells knowing you're this close to the duke.

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀

Hayabusa is a competitive man, and he will initially see you as a rival, someone who could potentially overshadow his own power.

But as you continue to fight side by side, he begins to see something different in you... a partner who can keep up with his relentless pace.

And when you start taking a step ahead of him, he’s captivated, thinking that your skill might just be the perfect complement to his own.

Though he’d never say it out loud, he’s secretly happy with how effortlessly you two can dominate the battlefield together.

Following the battle, Hayabusa would invite you to a traditional tea ceremony. It’s rare, one he reserves for only his closest allies, and something he now looks forward to.

Hayabusa swears that it’s your fault he’s so impressed—your skills have intrigued him to the point where he now offers convinces you to train together. He'd be pleased and happy when you taught him your techniques as well.

Back on the battlefield, he now has the habit of staying just out of sight, observing you among the battlefield from the shadows. You'd use it to your advantage and play aggressively because you know that Hayabusa is always nearby, ready to strike if things went south.

Your teammates are amazed—and perhaps a little intimidated—by your combined combos.

Together, you and Hayabusa have become unstoppable. A duo who can knock em out without those men realising what's even happening 👆

[stranger-opinions]

maybe it's not a writers-block; maybe you just need a break

creativity is a muscle, right?

you need to exercise it to keep it in good shape, to have it ready when you need it and don't we all love those hyperfocused sprints of writing where the words just spill out of our fingertips...

but muscles get sore when you overuse them, will strain when you force them past their limits, they need nourishment to stay healthy and in shape

fandom today has a competitive atmosphere. many wouldn't admit that; it's supposed to be fun after all. just vibing with our mutuals, playing with the blorbos having a fun time online to scratch a few itches.

but the truth is that it can become a lot of pressure rather fast.

putting out several k of (edited) writing a month, setting up painstakingly formatted posts with the right tags and a fun header we spent hours on to look effortlessly cool and eye-catching just to hit post and then feel... nervous. excited too, sure...

but damn, when will the next chapter be finished? or the next one shot? will there be enough time to put a few blubs in between so that the few people who actually seem to care won't forget about us and move on?

writing for writing's sake is a nice notion. the myth of the self-sustaining artist who needs nothing more than a passion and their tools of choice.

but shit isn't just created out of nothing.

what has that all to do with the title of this post do you ask?

very few people can just keep going and going making art like that without needing any breaks and a good portion of those people very likely have very different conditions than most of us have with full-time jobs, families, school and so on.

For many of us writing is a main outlet, an important hobby and a safe space but that still doesn't change that it is a creative hobby, an outlet that demands energy: emotional, mental and physical (typing for hours is hard work if you want to believe it or not) and that sometimes makes it impossible to accept that we just need a fucking break.

"writers-block", in my own experience, is my brain telling me that something is off and that it's on strike until I fucking fix that.

and sometimes it's just that I need a break.

that I need to recharge my creative batteries, take in things that inspire me, that make me happy and get me excited without having to make anything myself. to just be. take some walks amongst trees, watch a new series, read a new book, go into a deep dive of some random topic on wikipedia until I don't know where the fuck I started from.

sometimes I just need to log out, cut the overstimulation of a never ending dashboard, turn off what everybody else on tumblr is doing, how much everbody is putting out, get away from my frustration about "my flopped fic" or the latest fandom drama and reconnect with the real reason I am doing this.

the love for stories and the source material.

for some people those breaks can be as short as two days, for other is might be weeks or months and that is not only okay but totally normal.

sometimes you might realize that the reason you are not writing is that you actually don't want to. sometimes you just want to daydream without the extra work sometimes you're just not in a writing mood and it's not much deeper than that.

that doesn't have to mean you're done with your blorbos. it just means that there are more valid and fun ways to play with them.

don't worry, the fandom will still be there when you decide to pick up the keyboard again. maybe with less people, maybe with many different people but you will always find someone who cares. those who have moved on to different things not come back wouldn't likely have stayed if you had powered through.

fandom shouldn't be a you're in or you're out thing but a place you come to when you want to.

contentification of fandom has had a lot of negative effects on the way we create and so many people fade from their hobby because they simply burn themselves out to a point where it leaves a scar.

so. find something that makes you happy that does not require you to invest too much creational energy. rest those muscles as long as it takes.

nothing you can get on tumblr or ao3 is worth the sore brain, the frustration with yourself and the stress you add onto your mental health ontop of everything else in your life.

recharge, reevaluate, reconnect

have fun

[total-drama-brainrot]

Deep diving into Alejandro's ethnicity and family because the show is vague with how both are portrayed, and I'm pedantic:

Off the bat, we know that he was born in 🇪🇸 Spain. Or at least, that's what his wiki page says, so I'm sure it's mentioned in some kind of canon content (the show, the character interviews, the creators' stating it, ect). He often times speaks en español, either by replacing words and phrases in otherwise English sentences or cussing out his team in an entirely spanish confession. His name is also rooted in Spanish origin; 'Alejandro' is the Spanish equivalent of Alexander, and his surname 'Burromuerto' literally translates to "Dead Donkey", likely a combination of the idioms "beating a dead horse" and "no ver tres en un burro", translation: can't see three on a donkey; akin to 'blind as a bat'.

I could go on about the symbolism of his name(s) and how it relates to his performance on Total Drama, but that's not essential to the topic at hand so I'll go over it later.*

With this in mind, the show really wants us to believe that he's Spanish, or at the very least Hispanic.

In Chinese Fake-Out, we learn that he won a gold medal at the South American Skate Olympics, so he presumably lived somewhere in South America in his childhood. On the wiki, it claims that he moved to Latin America soon after he was born. His comment in the same episode about eating barbequed guinea pigs where he grew up had a lot of people deducing that he lived in 🇵🇪 Peru since guinea pig is famously a delicacy there. The question begs, why would Alejandro and the rest of the Burromuertos move to Peru from Spain?

We know that Alejandro's father is a diplomat, so uprooting the family to a new country could be related to his work, but I doubt a diplomat would settle down and start a family just to go through the hassle of moving them halfway across the world to a random country, regardless of his salary.

What other reason would anyone have for dragging their brood across the sea? To see their extended family.

Family is a big character motivation for Alejandro: he has a lot of pride in being a Burromuerto and often times complains about disappointing his family or being susceptible to José's teasing when his plans don't work out. Pride is a staple of the Burromuertos; they even have a family code they abide by. That kind of mindset is usually generational, implying that his parents place the same emphasis on the presentation and opinions of their family.

The most glaring example of this mindset is the hate fuelled rivalry between Alejandro and José, which was sparked by their desperate need to be the "better son". The main goal of the Burromuerto brothers is familial recognition. Understandable, when your parents are too successful to raise you themselves, any kid would be desperate for their attention. Since their competition was allowed to escalate to the point of mutual loathing, their parents probably encouraged their behaviour; when you value familial reputation over everything of course you want your children to continuously prove themselves. (Poor Al is just full of complex familial trauma, from his parents' neglect to his brothers' bullying to the incredible pressure he's put under to succeed. No wonder he's like that.)

After seeing how the brothers are willing to go to extremes for the sake of family, it's reasonable that parents sharing that mindset would move across an ocean just to see their relatives (and likely compete with them, after all even a younger Alejandro was showing up everyone in South America's skateboarding scene).

Suggesting that either one or both of his parents, or grandparents, are Latin American. For simplicities sake, we'll say that Alejandro's dad is Spanish (as he carries the surname), and his mother is Peruvian (since Peru is the assumed country they moved to).

That means that the brothers qualify as both Hispanic and Latino. Alejandro's latin blood really is canon, and the stereotypical 'Latin Lover' archetype he fills (alongside the "Archvillain" he's titled as) is all the more accurate. He's evidently very proud of both heritages.

To clarify, the Burromuertos moved to Peru when Alejandro was young to be with his Mother's side of the family.

If we want to really wade into the theoretical waters, I'd like to suggest that Alejandro's father left Spain because he disgraced himself/his family in some way, and that's why he's so insistent on his sons restoring the family pride and prestige.

So, I've established Alejandro's ethnicity and touched on the bare-bones basics of his home life. But what about his other brother, or his uncle? You know, the characters that were mentioned once and never expanded upon. Don't worry, I've got notes on them too.

Carlos: The eldest child and a professional soccer player. Alejandro doesn't mention anything about a rivalry with Carlos. Instead, he suggests the two share a healthier bond as Carlos taught him soccer skills. 'Carlos' the name is a Spanish variant of Charles, meaning "free man". Fitting, since it's widely assumed that Carlos escaped from the Burromuerto home's harmful environment at his first opportunity and 'freed himself' from their high expectations/standards, hence why he doesn't engage in the family-typical hypercompetitive bullying. A somewhat common fandom troupe I've seen is Carlos being disowned by the Burromuertos, and post-World Tour/All-Stars Alejandro reconnecting with him after he too is disowned.

Uncle Julio: The hypnotist. All we really know about Julio is his name and occupation, but it's enough to pin him down as Alejandro's maternal uncle. Alejandro states that he learned hypnosis from Julio in The EX-Files; as he grew up in Peru, the only family he reasonably could have interacted with outside of the nuclear unit would be his mother's relatives. His comment "manipulation runs in the family" is never ascribed to the Burromuertos by name, which adds to the implication that Julio isn't his father's brother, as any skill as useful as hypnosis would definitely be branded under his surname otherwise. Additionally, 'Julio' as a name is derivative of the Latin Julius or Julianus (meaning "Devoted to Jove/Jupiter", the Roman incarnation of Zeus, though I can't find any meaning in this applicable to his character), and not a strictly Spanish name like those of Alejandro and his brothers. Instead, it's common in most Hispanic and Latin American countries.

José: The middle child and Alejandro's source of his lingering childhood trauma, if the aversion to the nickname "Al" is anything to go by, I've already written about their relationship. The name 'José' is a Spanish variant of Joseph, which means "to add/give" in it's simplest interpretation. He sure does give Alejandro a tonne of issues, so I suppose it tracks.

*And finally, analysing the symbolism of Alejandro's name.

Alejandro, derived from Alexander, meaning "warrior" and "man's defender". Though in Al's case, it's likely a reference to Alexander the Great as opposed to the name's literal meaning/origins- Alejandro conquered the competition like Alexander conquered his empire.

Burromuerto's double idioms combine "beating a dead horse donkey" with "blind as a bat", likely as a convoluted way to say he's blinding the dead donkey; in this case, the beaten dead horse donkey is the OG cast of Total Drama who have already been milked for two seasons of content and have little left to offer (therefore, the third season is the beating of the dead horse, as its' an attempt to force content out of a resource with nothing left to give. that's why they added two more competitors, if that makes any sense? I'm not sure if I'm explaining this well enough,) and Alejandro is deceiving or 'blinding' them through his manipulations.

Obviously, this is all speculation written by someone with too much free time and no expertise. All of my knowledge/facts come from google searches and connecting dots that likely have no real links to each other. I'm not an authority on any subject. Keep that in mind, please.

Feel free to add your own opinions/thoughts! Or correct things that are be wrong!

[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

OC Marina Grayson

As a young man, Orm fell in love with a marine researcher. When she didn't return the next year with the pod of dolphins she was studying, he assumed she had been killed over their relationship bc it's something his father would've done. When he finds out it's actually bc he's a father and small children aren't allowed on research vessels, he peacefully abdicates the throne to his brother so he can marry the love of his life and raise his daughter in Gotham. Since he has the wealth of the ocean at his disposal, he purchases the local aquarium so they can still do marine research and start sharing some Atlantean knowledge with the surface world in order to help environmental awareness.

(HC for all Atlanteans) Atlanteans have scales they can display at will, and coloring is indicative of familial line. They also have facial markings when underwater and generally the bolder the better; more fierce and therefore beautiful. Orm inherited a Siren's Voice from his mother, and Marina was able to prove her ancestry with her Royal Gold scales and the incredibly rare Siren's Voice. Her facial markings look similar to a goth egirl, and are considered the height of Atlantean beauty. When she does her makeup on land she mostly just adds back her natural features, though the specific colors and shaping might vary a little. Dick is considered kinda ugly in Atlantis without the domino mask.

Because of her vocal ability, she had to visit Atlantis fairly often for training in control and as a backup heir to the throne. She was trained in traditional combat using a trident, but she's never felt right with the thought of ever needing to use it to take a life. The Atlantean public loves their kind and gentle surface princess, but the other court families think she's too free spirited and want to push their sons on her to keep the Voice within Atlantis.

She was Dick's classmate and acquaintances at the very least until she saved him from drowning in Gotham Harbor when they were 11. She dived in to rescue Robin, and was shocked to hear her classmate's voice thanking her. She paired up with Dick on their next school project so she could have an excuse to visit the Manor. She then confesses to Dick, Bruce, and Alfred to having figured out their secret, and tells them about her being Atlantean to show she's not intentionally a threat.

She and Dick become good friends after this since they can talk about their secret lives, and she joins the original Teen Titans when they form. She wrote the choreography for the team's lip-sync and dance videos for their official YouTube channel since, as younger millennials, they were some of the first heroes to publicly goof off on the internet in costume.

At one point during a school dance, she slapped her own date for calling her best friend a "dirty gypsy." There was a month or so when they were 15 where Dick did date Starfire, but there's no hard feelings or jealousy from it.

In high school, she was a competitive diver and worked at the aquarium as a mermaid in the shark exhibit in her spare time. She picked up air ribbon acrobatics as well because it's the closest thing she can do on land that feels like being underwater.

I'm undecided as of yet how they started dating, but Dick proposed with his mother's necklace. Some Romani vistas (I've heard) use coin necklaces, so I think he'd use his mom's the same way ppl use heirloom rings. It amuses Wally to no end that Circus Boy has a royal title and his favorite teasing nickname is "Your Highness."

Marina quit being a vigilante as they got older because it was getting harder to pull her punches as she got stronger. She recognized that it would be devastating for Surface-Atlantean relations if either the Princess or a representative hero killed someone even on accident, so stepped back to be a more supportive role as Surface Ambassador and post patrol medical assistance. Most of her work as Surface Ambassador involves negotiating ocean cleanup and environmental improvements on a governmental level with the various world powers.

She absolutely does not want to inherit the Atlantean throne. She despised her tenure as Regent while Arthur was dead before he was brought back to life in Darkest Night, and gave the throne back the very next day so she could go home.

While Bruce was stuck in the time stream, she was fully on board with Dick over legally adopting Damian. Sometimes he'll actually call her Ummi since she's more affectionate than Talia, especially when he's overtired. She does eventually adopt him under Atlantean law by challenging Talia for Mother's Rights. Since their fight was underwater due to Atlantean rules and Talia wanting whatever's best for her son, Marina wins and Damian is technically royalty as well now too. She's not even mad that Talia let her win, and gains a new respect for her as a mother who's willing to let her child go for a healthier upbringing than she could give.

When at home or for some semblance of privacy in public, Dick and Marina speak a blend of English and as much Romani as Dick can remember. Sometimes they'll include some Atlantean for extra security in public, but as English is Marina's first language they don't usually bother.

In the public eye on the surface, Dick is considered the trophy husband with a day job as a detective. He kinda loves their visits to Atlantis bc he's actually taken seriously as Dick Grayson without his pretty privilege. He can actually be his fully intelligent self there without the Atlantean public being shocked that he has more than a single brain cell.

Marina fully encourages sibling shenanigans amount the younger Batfam. She and Dick used to prank Bruce after all, and it's good and healthy bonding for them.

Jason is the adorable little brother who was taken too soon and came back angry yet still just as loved. She's kinda neutral about Tim but fully supports his tinkering and pranking shenanigans, and he likes her coffee more than Alfred's. Unfortunately I haven't known about most of the rest of the younger members long enough to have any relationship specifics in mind, but she's kinda like the cool auntie to all of them who will absolutely provide mischief supplies and assistance. No questions asked, just immediate "here you go I didn't see or hear anything."

[inchidentally]

this is so embarrassing but I got rly into the horoscope stuff about landoscar and wrote a giant thing about it all

unlike Lando I wasn't that knowledgeable about astrology before this, just the basics. so I took from a bunch of different sources.

if someone sees this and knows astrology pls add onto it bc it's really fascinating (also I'm new to fandom so if someone already did this I'm sorry I haven't seen it yet)

Oscar is an Aries and Lando of course Scorpio.

Both are signs that can have a tendency toward complications in any of their relationships mainly because of their ambition. But as we'll see they themselves bond over ambition.

They represent the beginning and end of the astrological cycle (Aries is the start, Scorpio is the end). So not only complimentary but also very powerful within their signs.

In terms of modalities, Oscar's Aries is a Cardinal Fire sign and Lando's Scorpio is a Fixed Scorpio. Aries starts things and Scorpio sees them through. I read this as Lando saying that Oscar will challenge him a lot more and push him - I always saw this as Lando seeing a fresh start to his own career.

Updated to add: Oscar's moon is in Virgo which is actually a huge clicking point for him and Lando in terms of creativity/inspiration and being perfectionists. it backs up completely how they both say their input about the car is extremely similar. but also it fits with Lando being the type of creative who creates, and Oscar being a creative who consumes. Oscar's most recent viewing included Sex Education, Killing Eve and compelling documentaries so the boy isn't just throwing on any old crap to pass the time he's watching stuff that love has been put into. and of course Lando's turned his entire life into creative content.

Aries is a Fire sign and Scorpio is Water which I've already turned into a tag for them because I really like that.

Aries birthstone is Diamond and gemstone is Bloodstone. Scorpio's birthstone is Topaz and gemstone is Citrine. I wish I knew more to find out if that's significant.

Both are ruled by Mars and respect each other's ambitions.

They can take turns in cheering the other on from the sidelines but also motivate the other to be the best versions of themselves.

Aries and Scorpio are both made to be the center of things and be magnetic to others. Aries does this by being confident and stubborn while Scorpio is seductive and bossy. And wow if that doesn't describe some of the best and more 'challenging' aspects of their racing careers.

Aries is a born leader and Scorpio is a natural center of attention.

Scorpio will triumph in pursuing Aries and Aries will be "powerless to resist" BUT Scorpio will dive in really fast and risk their heart more. That's okay because once Aries has been won over they love to offer reassurance and attention to Scorpio. Kind of how we couldn't get a read on Oscar and were worried Lando wouldn't get his energy returned to him but after a few months we realized Oscar was really eager to work with Lando and was just nervous about him and McLaren/F1 etc.

When they clash it can be intense but they can also have an unbreakable, blind trust in each other that lets them reconcile without any resentment. They can also reconcile extremely quickly.

Seriously, trust between the two signs is until death to us part. Which for friends/teammates explains why they've already had to undergo a lot of competition between them but they only seem to get closer and more comfortable with each other.

Aries can help Scorpio get out of their own head and overcome insecurities by their (Aries) positive ambitious nature! I love that one.

Verbal communication is their weakest point because Scorpio is complex and frightened of opening up and Aries is straightforward and doesn't like to get lost in their own head. But honestly for teammates or friends I feel like it's better that they trust each other and it doesn't matter that they can't talk for hours on end like Lando does with Carlos. Especially since Lando said it was kind of a benefit being on separate teams to a friend like Carlos because the competition wasn't something they necessarily enjoyed. And we all know how that went with Daniel. Way better not being on the same team.

It's also for the best for Oscar and Lando because they're both averse to showing their hand emotionally too much and it could lead to a lot of miscommunication. Scorpio is scared of getting hurt and Aries is scared of being misunderstood.

The fact that they both value bravery and faithfulness is probably why they don't need much communication to be honest. They both respond to acts/demonstrations of trust more than expression through words. Again why their relationship has grown each time they face challenging races.

They're also compatibly healthy in that Scorpio finds bravery in facing their fears but Aries finds bravery in tackling a new challenge. So after a tough race when Lando finishes hiding away and licking his wounds he has Oscar there all ready to start the next race with a clean slate.

Funnily enough, Aries brings warmth and light to Scorpio and motivates Scorpio to let go of insecurities which is… really really sweet?? A lot of places describe Scorpio (esp early Nov) as being like an elusive intriguing moonbeam type person with Aries as a confident steady sunshine.

What I find most interesting is that at first glance their personalities seem at odds with their signs buttt after obsessing over them a solid what, 7 months or more? I think the fact that Aries/Oscar is genuinely much more socially confident and comfortable in new life situations fits in with how he is happy to travel around the world alone and board away from family and decide his own fate in F1 fits that perfectly. Whereas Lando socially always leans into another person to help him navigate public speaking or making content etc and his social battery tends to drain pretty fast around people he's not simpatico with which fits with Scorpios often seeming aloof and standoffish (press and fans misinterpreting this as Lando being a brat).

Apparently the thing they're best at doing together is sex sssooooo let's translate that into "pushing each other harder on the track" alsgfjsafj

ship/fic-centric stuff

They will ALWAYS fuck fast and fuck furious. Very little time will elapse between meeting and fuckening.

Romantic love will often only form after sexual gratification because Scorpio/Aries sex is apparently the best there is !! (crazy wild and never get enough etc) But when the romantic love is created it's intense and permanent.

They both have a hard line on infidelity within their relationship (Aries/Scorpio) and they would never cheat on each other. With other signs etc is more vague. If the bond isn't strong or the passion fades then they might cheat on other people - just never on each other. But if their other partners cheat on them then it's good night jim kite broken up/divorced/shipping the box of belongings with no note attached.

Apparently Scorpio will straight up be a freak in bed and Aries will love keeping up with them. Lando will want to do EVERYthing and Oscar will be ready to do anything for him.

Not that it's applicable outside traditional gender norms but in Scorpio/Aries relationships, Scorpio is always assigned distinctly feminine and Aries distinctly masculine. Again, gross in a cishet sense but if you're a believer in masculine and feminine energies then that's generally how they would fall.

Both signs are extremely possessive and it bonds them together so well because Scorpio needs to feel constant reassurance that the fire is still alive and Aries will always provide and be rock solid reliable. So a really easy form of conflict would be to have one of them unable to hide jealousy of either the other's partner or close friend. Apparently Lando would lash out and show spite whereas Oscar would sulk and openly glare.

Honestly so much of this was about intimacy and bonding through hot scorching risk-taking sex soooo I think the sky is the limit when it comes to how wild they would get real fast. Think Oscar crowding Lando a lot or making him do something exhibitionist and Lando getting frisky in inappropriate places or producing a heinous variety of erotic game play.

yea please add to this if you know anything else apparently I can't get enough of it

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

do u have any bokuto timeskip headcanons friend? :>

yes! some of the ones i consider to be foundational to my timeskip bokuto lore since im sleepy:

to preface i am a bokuto lesbian moms believer and i think he is really close with them and continues to rely on them for help navigating his life forever. you will have to pry the way they baby him from me in a fight to the death

he and atsumu are like, the word isnt inverses but theres something about them to me that is the same but different idk, anyway i think theyre friendship is super important to both of them, like theres unspoken understanding between the two of them. soulmateism but for teammates turned friends. one of them has a problem or is experiancing overload the other one already knows and is on it kinda thing. is it realistic? no but i dont care. i think tho, from an outsiders perspective theyre just friendly, or just spend a lot of time together because theyre teammates almost the exact same age, but iykyk.

bokuto to me is someone who can be friends with anyone, but not anyone will be friends with him. i think if you can kick it with someone without prejudice you can kick it with him cause he has a very open heart but not everyone can handle its strength. he is however very genuine with his affection so most people at least get along with him over time if not at first

he is considered a bit of a risk when traveling because of his tendency to wander around paying attention to small details instead of important markers and gets lost

i also think bokuto and aran are best friends because bokuto is practical enough to ease aran's anxiety and aran doesn't hold strangeness against you

i think him and ushijima are work nemesis for a period. why? maybe bokuto retains some of his friendly competition for ushijima from high school and it rubs him the wrong way, maybe bokuto misinterperets ushijima's demeanor as dismissive of him in a way people who dont like him are, who knows, all i know is they one day both decide theyre over it and become ride or die acquaintences like they dont hang out but if you give one of them shit the other with triple homo spike pass you to an early grave

i think bokuto, if he gets upset on the court, is probably gonna get upset at himself, or the lights being a little brighter than he anticipated, or he didn't give the pose he wanted when people took pics on the way in or whatever- when his teammates start yelling at the other team/ref or kicking at the net, hes the one to calmly redirect them to focusing on the next play. all of this to say that if you see him pissed.... its a match for the history books.... im talking turkiye v brazil vnl 2023 vibes- fucking crazy

the little acrobatic tricks he does at the beginning of the jackadlers match is part of my personality. you (furudate) can force me to accept he graduated from university, but you (furudate) will never make me believe he didnt at least try to go to clown school.

he is one of those volleyball players that has your regularly scheduled match/ sponsorship/ travel/ occacional fancams posts but also whatever his current interest is is super obvious because his feed will be broken up by a million posts about cacti or a type of australian spider or a deep dive into every type of cloud or the color blue or something

hes the type of player who gets interviewed midmatch and after throroughly complimenting everyone on court he recounts every point like it has been the highlight of his life- the interviewer is always extremly confused and unsure of how to cut him off

hes also one of the life of the party players- gets a service ace and does a lil victory lap or does tiktok dances from the bench when the camera is on him

also this is slightly less related but bokuto's moms have taken akaashi as one of their own and bokuto gets really upset if they all hangout without him and dont send a selfie of their time together.

i think at somepoint aran explains to him kita's definition of confidence and after that he is better at not shutting down midmatch- he tries to anticipate things he cant anticipate and focus on the parts of the game that remain conistant- but it continues to be hard for him in day to day life- in fact id say that the older he gets the harder time he has

he and kuroo text everday- about everything and nothing- but they continue to be besties

i mean this seriously i think he can dabble in drag as a treat

i think he has to balance being himself and being loved for it and being aware of the ways people negatively perceive him...

everyone assumes he is a pr teams worst nightmare but actually that honor goes to sakusa, but bokuto will help him with it

im too sleepy now but thank you for asking!!

[littlebosslady7]

did you ppl calling rockwild shippers delusional or wearing "shipper goggles"? do you ship them, and what do you think about the kiss?

I have not, so I suppose that means I follow kind people. The delusional insult is always rude AF to me, but it's common in any fandom. I've been in DC and Marvel fandoms for many years. Yikes! As someone who likes all 3 campaigns, I never understand the competitiveness between ships/story lines. They're different stories with their own messy chapters. People are allowed to like or dislike something if they so choose. Doesn't mean you need to throw other ship and/or other character under the bus.

The shipper goggles thing is funny. Just because someone is a shipper and I most definitely am, doesn't mean we can't see the value of story telling or the value in characters as individual people. I'm an editor and a writer. You got to see the forest for the trees, but also know where your landmarks are. Meaning understand the grander scheme while also pruning/tending to elements that help your story progress.

Of course I still ship Callowmoore/Rockwild. The kiss was fun and tbh, I was waiting it. Those who claim "Fearne didn't have to process./ [gasp] Fearne was manipulated" After she says, "Well, now I don't know if I wanna put this in there." It's surface level, but that little bit of inner conflict of "Oh! I did like that, but I also made them a promise." Is that not at least the start of processing? Ashley said on 4-Sided Dive and in game as Fearne, "The shard should go to Ashton" /paraphrase. She may not have understood the effects. Neither did Ashton, but they had a plan -- albeit a costly and not so smart, but they knew.

IMO, The kiss response from Ashton was what I figured from a character who has a charisma of 6. It's messy and imperfect, but that's true to character story telling.

@i-am-shitpost brought up several good points about was "Last one you'll fucking get" (paraphrase) a thought for themself. (x)

Also very common for Taliesin characters I suppose. If you love Perc'ahlia you know.

That said, Ashton owes Fearne, FCG and Bell's Hells as a whole an apology. I hope that when they do, they carry that lesson and continue figuring who they want to be.

I just keep picturing Fearne picking up FCG to be at Ash's height when they both give him shit. And Fearne walks away with FCG in search for some Courage or Green Tier whiskey within Whitestone.

[amaretigris]

I noticed you haven’t done any one shots of Prince Eric in a while and I appreciate the Jonah one shots you’ve made but I was wondering that maybe you could make a one shot that has Prince Eric in it whether it either fluff or smut. It doesn’t matter to me with whatever you choose and you don’t have to do this request if you don’t want too, it’s just a suggestion that I have for you if you actually decide that you feel like doing a one shot for Prince Eric.

Hi sweets! 🥰 I always appreciate your requests; they give me the motivation to keep writing, so thank you 💖 This is a Modern AU idea I've had for Prince Eric for a while now. I hope you like it!

It is pure fluff but if you like it I could probably add a second part, smut included 😝 (Sorry it took me a couple days, work has been crazy.) Please enjoy! 🫶

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Waves

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You had always been drawn to the water, for as long as you can remember. You started swimming at a young age and from that point on, it was rare to find you out of the pool. Your parents called you a fish in the water. Once you began competitive swimming, the rest was history. You won many championships and trophies, which eventually led to a scholarship at a university with a prestigious women’s swim team. You couldn’t be happier that all your hard work and time in the water had paid off.

Settling into your new life on campus for the past year was great. You’d made friends with fellow swimmers and classmates, but you generally kept to yourself. The Director of the Campus Recreation Office was a family friend, named Sebastian, who saw you a lot due to your strict swim schedule. You talked to him almost every day and you knew that he looked out for you and helped you where he could.

Walking into the Rec Center carrying your swim cap and goggles, you waved to the Locker Room attendant. He was also a swimmer and his friends called him Flounder.

“Good afternoon, Flounder,” you smiled.

Flounder’s face perked up as he looked away from his computer and met your eyes.

��Hey, (Y/N)! You ready to do your laps? You know we’re still going to race, right? I’ll show you who’s really a fish in the water,” he smirked.

You laughed at his playfulness. He was a freshman at the college and eager to prove his talent, but he always motivated you to do your best.

“Anytime, any day,” you teased as you poked your tongue out at him before turning into the locker room.

Smiling to yourself as you changed and put on your gear, you grabbed your towel and headed out to the pool. You saw Sebastian as you approached the pool, talking to another swimmer - most likely giving them pointers. You quietly set your towel down on the bench and slipped off your shoes to dive in.

Sebastian turned to you when he heard you splash in.

“(Y/N)! Good to see you, girl. How’s your father doing?”

You made a show of rolling your eyes before you answered.

“He’s good, Sebastian. Same as always. He makes sure I’m following my swim schedule, like he’s King Triton or something,” you joked.

Sebastian laughed.

“Well, you can’t blame him for that. He wants to see you succeed. And if he’s King Triton, you’re one of his mermaid daughters,” he mused, putting a finger to his chin in thought.

“True enough,” he decided.

“Listen, (Y/N), I’ve actually got a favor to ask you. When you get done here today, would you mind running across campus to pick up some gear from a student on the Varsity Sailing Team? He borrowed it last week and wants to return it, but he said he needs someone to help him carry it down here. You know how my schedule here is - I can’t leave during operating hours.”

You looked at Sebastian, confused, as you continued to tread water.

“What do you mean? He doesn’t have a friend to help him carry it down here?”

Sebastian shrugged.

“Ahh, doesn’t sound like it. I didn’t want to press the issue. He seems like a nice guy, I think he’s just a bit of a loner. Sound familiar?”

Sebastian looked at you pointedly. You rolled your eyes for real this time as you put your arms up on the lip of the pool.

“Why can’t Flounder do it?”

Sebastian scoffed.

“The kid is still pretty new and getting used to the campus. You’re a sophomore now, I figured you’d have an easier time finding it. C’mon kid, what’s the harm in talking to one new person?”

Sebastian put his hand out and lightly squeezed your swim cap. Deciding that you owed Sebastian enough to do him this one favor, you breathed a sigh of defeat.

“Ugh, fine. Just give me the dorm number.”

Finishing your swim routine, you got dressed in the locker room and grabbed the dorm number from Flounder at the front desk on your way out. Looking down at the paper in your hand, you breathed another sigh. Your hair was wet and wavy from the water and you smelled like chlorine. You just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible; meeting new people wasn’t exactly your forte.

Walking up the stairs, you worked up your courage. This should only take 10 or 15 minutes. No big deal. Stopping at the room of the dorm, you looked down at the paper one last time before you folded it and slipped it in your pocket. You lightly knocked on the door. You waited for a second before the door swung open. Blinking your eyes, you realized that you were face to face with a man’s chest. Taking a step back and looking up, you were met with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen.

The dark-haired man in front of you was peering down with a smile, dimples dotting his cheeks.

“Hi. You must be the one Sebastian sent to help me tote this equipment back to the Rec Center. My name is Eric,” he said cheerfully, extending his hand forward for you to shake.

Hesitantly taking his hand and giving it a quick shake, you looked down at your feet.

“Hi. Yes, I’m here to help. My name is (Y/N).”

Noticing your demeanor, Eric stepped back and extended his arm for you to enter the room.

“Thank you. The equipment is just inside my door here. I’ll go get the rolling cart so that it’ll be easier for us, but we’ll still have to carry a few things. Sorry about this, I couldn’t exactly push the cart and carry everything by myself.”

Meeting his eyes again, you nodded as he walked past you and down the hall. How weird that he was trusting enough to leave you in his room, you thought. Shrugging to yourself, you stepped into the room and looked around. It was ocean themed, which was not exactly what you were expecting. But, then again, he was on the sailing team. Walking to his bookshelf, your finger skimmed the spines of books about sailing, navigation, and even a book on the constellations.

Turning to look in the corner, you started picking up the ring buoys and rescue boards. You soon heard Eric rolling the flatbed cart into the room. He smiled at you before loading the rescue boards onto the cart with the sail repair kit.

Eric pushed the full cart back out the door and turned to you.

“Are you ready? I think that’s everything. We can start wheeling this down.”

Nodding with your arms holding buoys, you followed him through the door and closed it behind you. The two of you rode the elevator down. Pushing the cart across the vast university courtyard, Eric looked to his side, at you.

“You look familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you around.”

He pursed his lips, thinking.

“Oh! You’re a swimmer, aren’t you? I’ve seen you at the Rec Center. You’re like a mermaid in the water,” he complimented, looking at you with a lop-sided grin.

You felt your cheeks flush as you cleared your throat.

“Thanks. Yeah, I’m a swimmer. I’m on a pretty strict routine so I’m at the Rec Center a lot.”

Nodding, Eric looked back at your hair.

“You’ve already been swimming today, huh? Your hair’s wet.”

You smiled, nodding at him.

“I think we’re a lot alike. I’ve always been drawn to the water. But sailing is different than swimming. I’m hopeless when I’m submerged,” he laughed.

Your curiosity peaked.

“You never took swimming lessons?”

Eric nodded his head and huffed a breath.

“Yes, I’m just terrible at it. I’ve seen you swim, you’re so comfortable and smooth in the water. I’m the opposite of that.”

Giggling, you shook your head, wondering how someone could be so uncomfortable in water.

“Well, if you ever need, I could give you lessons in my spare time.”

Eric looked at you with a smile plastered on his face, dimples on full display.

“Really? That would be wonderful. Thank you. And thank you again for your help with this stuff. I don’t really have anyone here that would be willing to help me like this.”

Smiling at him, you decided to ask another bold question.

“You don’t have guys on the sail team that would help?”

You heard Eric sigh, and you hoped you hadn’t probed too far.

“No,” he quietly spoke. “I love sailing, but the team is…different. We don’t have the same interests.”

You furrowed your brows and nodded. You understood that feeling. Finally reaching the other side of the expansive courtyard, Eric pushed the cart up the handicap ramp with you following behind him.

Walking up the sidewalk to the building, you reached some uneven pavement and tripped, throwing the buoys from your arms in an attempt to catch yourself. You felt a strong arm loop around your waist, pulling you upright.

You blinked and looked at Eric, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Uh, thanks,” you squeaked.

Eric had abandoned the cart and placed both of his hands on your upper arms, looking you over for injuries.

“No problem, are you alright?”

You nodded, still in a daze. You felt like your skin was burning where he had touched you, even under your clothes. Eric helped you pick up the ring buoys, placed them carefully back in your arms, and returned to push the cart the remaining distance to the building.

You pushed the door open and Flounder’s face lit up when he saw you again.

“(Y/N), back so soon?”

You smiled at him as Eric rolled the equipment in.

“Ah, Eric! Thank you for returning this. Sebastian will be happy,” he smiled cheekily at Eric.

Following the two of them to the storage room, you set the buoys down on a shelf. The two guys were talking, and you saw your opportunity to take your leave. You made it down the hall and out the doors of the building before Eric ran to catch up with you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

Eric shouted as he jogged to the stairs to meet you.

“You left before I could thank you. I turned around and you were gone. It’s like someone has to nail your fins to the floor,” he teased.

You looked at him with an amused smile.

“Sorry, but you’ve already thanked me. Several times, in fact,” you teased right back.

Rubbing his neck sheepishly, Eric seemed a little nervous.

“A-Actually, I was going to ask for your number. You know, for those swimming lessons you offered.”

You smiled and held your hand out. Blinking at you and looking down at your hand, the realization hit Eric, and he pulled out his phone to hand it over. You saw him run a hand through his black curls. You smiled, putting your number in his phone, with the mermaid emoji next to your name. When you handed it back to him, Eric looked at his phone and smiled.

“Thanks. My little mermaid.”

[houdinicorbini]

Hello there, I’d like to request M6 when MC makes and brings breakfast in bed

You got it!

Also, I have not played through all the routes so I’m gonna have to wing this a bit

Trigger warnings: none

Asra:

Now with Asra, it can sometimes be a bit of a race to see who can get up and cook first.

It’s a rather entertaining challenge that you both enjoy dearly.

When you are able to win this little competition that you both have created, he smiles brightly, commenting about how he’ll definitely win next time.

Though he does thoroughly enjoy this little game the two of you have made.

Nadia:

You always try to do your very best when making your Queen a meal, no matter if it’s just a snack.

You always want to do the best for her, so of course you wake up early, sometimes around the time Portia does just to make her breakfast.

And while she does heavily appreciate it, sometimes she pulls you back in bed so you both can sleep a tad bit longer.

Just the thought itself counts for her. Julian:

It’s not unusual for you to wake up early to make Julian breakfast. But you do have to wake up rather early, since the time he wakes and the fact that he likes to dive right into work, without eating a thing.

So you have learned that it’s best to get up first, to make sure that this man takes care of himself.

Making it isn’t really the hard part, trying to convince him to actually eat it can be, depending on how he slept and what mood he’s in, but it can definitely be a task.

If he’s not busy that day, he’ll be sure to take his time to savor a meal you worked hard on.

Your cooking is the best in his eyes after all.

Muriel:

Muriel is someone who naturally gets up very early in the morning, so you’d definitely have to get up way before him.

You have to be more quiet when making him breakfast, due to the fact that the kitchen is so close to where you both sleep and one wrong move and he’s awake.

Though it is worth seeing that look on his face when he first wakes up, his cheeks slightly flushed because of just waking up, and the fact you went through the effort of waking up so early to make breakfast.

Portia:

Like Asra, it can be a race to see who can get up the earliest to make each other breakfast. Portia already has to wake up rather earlier, so you sometimes have to wake up before the sun has even risen.

She does heavily appreciate waking up in the morning to an already freshly made meal, it causes her to start the morning with a smile on her face.

But she will make sure you take a nap at some point in the day for getting up at the crack of dawn.

But it’s all worth it to see a smile on her face.

Lucio:

This man can sleep in rather late if he truly wants to, so you waking him up is his alarm clock.

And the only obstacles you have to face is one, the dogs, and two, the fact that his grip is so strong when you two cuddle together.

It can make it rather hard to leave, multiple times you either missed the opportunity or nearly did to make this bastard breakfast.

And he prides himself on it too, the jerk.

I didn’t intend to make it too long since it has so many people, so I apologize if this isn’t what you wanted!

[grimalkinmessor]

Do you have any headcanons about either of Kira's biggest fans, Misa and Mikami?

To be completely honest with you, I only originally came up with headcanons for Light, Near, Ryuk, Mello, and Beyond—BUT so far I've been good at coming up with shit on the fly so HERE WE GO! :D

✂️ -Misa and her parents were on vacation in France when her parents were killed, but because of them being tourists and Misa not speaking French very well, her witness testimony was heavily compromised. That's why the man who killed her parents was almost let go before Kira killed him. BUT, given that Misa was stuck in a different country with no parents, no translator, and no idea how to access her parents money, she couldn't get back to Japan afterwards, so she was stuck in France. That's where she was supposed to die—attacked by some random stalker in a foreign country—before Gelus saved her.

✂️ -Connected to the one above: Misa dyed her hair blonde because, while in France, someone approached her about becoming a model for their brand, and Misa, low on money at that point, said yes. This introduced Misa to the modelling industry, and she quickly discovers how fucking cutthroat it is. She finishes the first job but has the second snatched from her by an uppity French girl. Blonde hair and blue eyes are all the rage nowadays, you know? And sex is what sells, not generic prudish goth bitches, doesn't she know? Misa takes that to heart, dyes her hair, takes a pair of scissors to her wardrobe and comes back on scene looking like sex and death on legs. Needless to say, she steals her gig back fairly quickly. AND proceeds to rub it in that French bitch's face :) Fuck you Yves.

✂️ -After a guy dies right in front of her, Misa dives deeper into the occult. She already had a taste for witchy aesthetics, but she kept it to a minimum for her parent's sake. But when Kira comes to light and people start dying all around Misa, she decides that now is very much a time to buy all those voodoo and spell books that she always made herself walk past. She starts looking into Kira and trying to find him through tracking spells, but that doesn't work because she doesn't have anything concrete. She curses several of her modelling rivals just for fun, but she doesn't get into anything really nasty becauuuuse Rem shows up :3 With a murder notebook :3 And so Misa abruptly loses all interest in regular magic.

✂️ -Misa is bisexual, but she is so fucking repressed about it man, it's insane. She keeps telling herself that the burning feeling in her gut she feels every time she gets a glimpse of a fellow model's naked shoulder, her long neck, the curves of her legs, is rage. Obviously. This is begrudging jealousy brewing in her chest, maybe even hatred or competitiveness, definitely not attraction. Even though it may feel similar to the attraction she has for pretty men, it's totally not the same thing. Totally not. (Imagine the 'Starting Fights Because The Guy Girl is Hot And I Want Her On Me' meme and picture Misa starting shit with her fellow models).

✂️ -Misa is your stereotypical yandere. She and Light are similar in the way that they both are used to everyone falling in love with them, wanting to be with them, even trying to force themselves upon them, but neither of them are very used to rejection. But where Light has been taught by his father to take rejection (not humiliation, there's a difference) with grace, Misa has quite literally never been rejected before. You cannot reject her. She has learned to fight viciously for what she wants, and she can and will do anything to get whatever and/or whoever she decides that she wants. If that means killing someone, then she's laying out a tarp and selecting her sharpest knife. If that means locking you in her basement, she's putting tranqs in your tea and tying you up. Light's manipulation and lies are the only thing keeping him from being chained to the radiator in Misa's apartment. Though, being kidnapped by Misa and having her handfeed you in an alluring maid dress to try and Stockholm you into loving her doesn't sound so bad to me 👀 (Yes I'm a simp for hot villains leave me alone).

⚖️ -Mikami is canonically incredibly smart, but I picture him as less intrinsically smart and more as someone who worked extremely hard to get where they are. Mikami has very rigid societal views, and he's had them from a very young age, so it makes sense for him to have practically planned out his whole life in the way that he's always known exactly what he wanted to do. He was a very studious student, more so even than Light, because even Light made it a point to be social. Mikami's smarts are hard earned, but still incredibly impressive.

⚖️ -Mikami is known for going to the gym routinely and being strong (being jacked in a profession where you don't need to be jacked) but what you DON'T know is that Mikami took up body building so he could beat the absolute fuck out of people. In Mikami's backstory, we see him defend people from bullies repeatedly, even to the point where his other classmates abandoned him. I imagine getting beat up all the time doesn't feel good, so once Mikami realized that no one was gonna side with him anymore, he took up a rigorous exercise routine in his late teens. He even enrolled himself in a martial arts class to learn how to fight. Mikami got into ONE (1) more fight after that, and he fucked the other guy up so bad that no one else even wanted to get near him. If you're bullying someone in the hallway and Mikami Teru rolls up, you fucking sprint the other away.

⚖️ -After his mother died, Mikami was moved in with an estranged Uncle. The Uncle was fairly neglectful but Mikami enjoyed the freedom—it was certainly a better alternative to his mother always scolding him and punishing him for coming home with bruises and scrapes. Mikami was basically taking care of himself at fifteen and he liked it that way. He moved out at eighteen, and when his Uncle was arrested for drunk driving and tax evasion two years later, Mikami was the prosecutor that put him in prison. Not because he resented him, but because he was just another filthy criminal on trial.

⚖️ -Due to all the time he spends studying and living for the Grind™ (Jesus Christ someone knock this man out and take him on vacation) Mikami is a coffee fiend. He is feral for it. He has to brew his own coffee at home because the one time he got to the office and the coffee pot was empty he broke it. Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose; he doesn't really remember because the pre-coffee fog is fucking REAL. Mikami will fist fight you over coffee. But usually he doesn't have to because if someone gets to the pot before him he can just,,,,pick them up and move them (very gently) out of the way. However, every six months he has this whole health crisis where he goes on a coffee detox and becomes a tea drinker instead—like a werewolf but for tea. Teawolf 🍵—and he feels really good for a while... BUT then he eventually has to take another all nighter and the coffee demon Reawakens™.

⚖️ -Mikami has mild sociopathy. And I don't mean in the "Oh my God he's insane run!!!" type of way—I literally mean the actual disorder. Mikami has lowered emotional responses and empathy. It makes it really hard for him to connect with people, especially if they don't share a common interest, which means that even though Mikami is successful and fit and pretty—he has no friends. He occasionally goes out to bars whenever the loneliness gets to be too much, but he always leaves vaguely unsettled and frustrated because he just can't connect with people properly. He's had a few girlfriends before, but they all dumped him eventually because he puts his work first. (Of course, when you're Mikami's God boss this is the opposite of a problem ♥️). Given Japan's godawful stance on mental health, Mikami's never been diagnosed, and honestly he most likely wouldn't want to be, even to get help with it. It would hurt his reputation too badly.